The Best Medicine

Disclaimer: I think it’s pretty obvious I don’t own Naruto, or else it wouldn’t be quite the same as it is now....

Note: Yes, this fic was inspired by a doujinshi, but only by part of one and it was in Japanese. And it’s pretty different from the actual thing, as in there’s sex and all that jazz. Doujin really have a way of inspiring me, actually (as you may know). I think this is my new favorite pairing, just because I think it’s so hot. Yondaime with anyone (male) is hot. And Jiraiya is hell of attractive too, in my opinion. So here’s some shameless Jiraiya x Yondy smut; enjoy!!


The Best Medicine


Jiraiya tramped down the hallway, a bag slung over his shoulder as he made his way to the Hokage’s quarters. He had just arrived back from a mission, and upon hearing news that Yondaime had become sick, headed straight to check on him. Jiraiya would never admit it, but the brat meant a lot to him, and he was actually quite worried for his former student.

The medical nin standing outside the Hokage’s door tried to stop Jiraiya as he approached, but he roughly pushed them aside, ignoring their protests.

Jiraiya didn’t even knock as he swiftly kicked open the door, his brows furrowed as he barged into the dimly lit room. He threw his bag on the ground and closed the door behind him, and frowning he saw Yondaime laying prostrate in his bed, his face flushed and his breathing labored.

Jiraiya had heard the brat was sick, but thought it wasn’t that bad and that Yondaime might be faking it to some extent. But seeing the man he realized he truly was ill. Sighing Jiraiya approached Yondaime, the blonde suddenly regaining consciousness at his former teacher’s presence, and surprisingly not at the ruckus of Jiraiya breaking in. He smiled wanly at Jiraiya, turning his head towards the toad hermit.

“What are you doing here sensei?” He asked, his fluffy hair falling into his eyes, and the damp cloth lying in his forehead falling from the movement. Yondaime hadn’t expected his former teacher to visit him when he was just sick with a cold, but he was happy none the less. He had had a crush on the white haired man for some time now, and would find any reason to be in his presence, just so he could gaze unabashedly at the older man.

Jiraiya didn’t know why he still continued to call him sensei, but had given up on telling him to quit it a long time ago. He moved closer to Yondaime, grabbing the cloth and replacing it to it’s proper place. “I heard you were sick. I wasn’t sure if you were faking it or not to get out of doing paperwork.” said Jiraiya with a smirk. Yondaime laughed at that, but it soon turned to coughs as his body shook with the effort, his face flushing even more.

Jiraiya smiled as he took a seat at the end of Yondaime’s bed, waiting for his coughing fit to cease. He was reminded of a time when Yondaime was smaller, and they had been on a mission together when his student suddenly caught a very nasty cold. Instead of doing what they were supposed to Jiraiya found himself taking care of the kid, trying to get him better so they could continue. He had to spend at least five days doing that, and almost killed the whining blonde on several occasions. But he eventually got better, and Jiraiya caught his sickness in return for his kindness. Needless to say they didn’t complete their mission. It made the old toad hermit chuckle at the old memory, and he smiled broadly at Yondaime.

Yondaime’s coughs slowly ebbed, and he smiled back as best he could while trying not to fall back asleep. But for being so sick Yondaime didn’t look that bad, in Jiraiya’s opinion; his face was just tinted pink and his eyes were a little hazy, but otherwise he appeared to be doing well.

Seeing that his student was fine, Jiraiya stood to leave. He turned to walk back to the door when he suddenly felt something tug at his sleeve, and he looked to see Yondaime’s hand fisted in the fabric. The blonde’s eyes were pleading, and in a hoarse voice he said, “Please stay a little longer. I’d feel better if you did.” Jiraiya just continued to look at him, deciding if he should really stay or not.

Yondaime prayed that the hermit would stay, that he would at least wait until he fell asleep. Yondaime knew a relationship between them was pretty much hopeless, but he could nurse his infatuation in secret while carrying on their deep friendship. It was all he looked forward too now anymore.

Sparing another glance at Yondaime Jiraiya couldn’t help but be convinced by the younger man’s bright blue eyes. It never failed to sway him, no matter how much he hated it. Sighing in acquiescence Jiraiya moved to return to his former seat, but Yondaime stopped him. “Can you lay beside me? I’m having trouble sleeping.” Jiraiya didn’t know why the blonde wanted him to do it, and was a little reluctant. “Come on, I won’t bite.” said Yondaime as he smiled warmly. Jiraiya huffed as he slumped his shoulders, Yondaime still smiling as he moved over to make room for the larger man. “Alright, but if you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.”

“What, don’t want all the ladies to know you shared a bed with another man?” Jiraiya huffed as he crawled in next to him. “Yeah, something like that.” Yondaime continued to smile as Jiraiya situated himself, finding his former teacher’s strained expression quite humorous.

Finally after much tossing and turning Jiraiya found a comfortable position, which just so happened to be facing Yondaime. He lay just looking at the blonde, and much to the older man’s surprise Yondaime started to snuggle close to his chest, his head resting just under the hermit’s chin. His spiky hair tickled the sensitive skin there, but he tried to ignore it for Yondaime’s sake. Not really knowing what to do with his arms he hesitantly wrapped them loosely around Yondaime, trying to make the act look natural. The younger man just sighed contentedly and pulled in closer to Jiraiya, his face pressed flush against the skin of the hermit’s throat. His hot breath brushed over Jiraiya’s neck, making his flesh tingle at the contact.

Jiraiya shifted uncomfortably at the heat slowly washing over his body, and maddeningly he tried to not focus on the warm body next to him, and how long it had been since he had had contact with another person. He tried to ignore the effect of Yondaime’s scent, and the feel of the younger man’s muscular back under the touch of his hand.

Yondaime was falling off to sleep, but he could feel that something was wrong with his former sensei. Opening his eyes he was met with a very uncomfortable looking Jiraiya, his brows furrowed in concentration and a slight sweat breaking over his skin.

“What’s wrong sensei?” He asked, his face too close to Jiraiya’s suddenly. The older man could see Yondaime’s face perfectly, and he found the blonde to be quite attractive at the moment. /What’s wrong with me? I’ve been away too long, I need to go to the bathhouse and relieve some of this tension. I’m finding another man attractive for crying out loud!/ Jiraiya gulped as he tried to act unaffected, and said, “Nothing’s wrong, I’m just tired from the mission is all.” Jiraiya mentally congratulated himself for sounding so calm, and Yondaime just nodded before returning to his former state.

Yondaime wasn’t stupid. He could tell when someone wanted him; he had dealt with it his whole life. But he had only wanted his sensei, and had lived with that fact for many years, and now finally after giving the toad hermit enough time he was finally returning the sentiment. The only problem was Yondaime was feeling like hell, and he was sure he looked it too. He cursed inwardly at his rotten luck at being sick at a prime opportunity like this. How was he ever going to get Jiraiya to lighten up when he could barely stay conscious?

“Thanks sensei,” began the blonde, his hand absently caressing the small expanse of skin revealed above Jiraiya’s haori. Jiraiya used all his willpower to suppress a shiver, a shiver that went directly to between his legs. /That’s it!/ Jiraiya huffed as he hastily removed himself from Yondaime, practically flying off the bed to get away from the blonde. Yondaime looked on confused as Jiraiya stood a foot or so away, his breath coming in sharp gasps. “I have to go.” Was all the white-haired man said as he turned, praying that what he was feeling would be alleviated with a little peeping.

Yondaime sat up in his bed, knowing full well the real reason Jiraiya wanted to leave. “Wait.” Jiraiya paused as he reached down for his bag. Something in the blonde’s voice was commanding, and for once he sounded like a Hokage. Jiraiya turned slowly, and met Yondaime’s eyes. The blonde looked desperate to him, but also exasperated. He had never seen Yondaime in such a state.

“Jiraiya, I have something I need to tell you....” The hermit started at the sound of his proper name, and he knew it was something serious. Rarely had the blonde called him anything but sensei, and much to Jiraiya’s surprise and dismay he found he liked the sound of it.

“Please, come here.” Asked Yondaime, holding his hand out. Jiraiya slowly walked back to the blonde, stepping up to the bed. Yondaime grasped his hand, rolling the much larger one in his own. Not meeting Jiraiya’s eyes, Yondaime spoke. “I... need you...” His voice was soft, and Jiraiya almost didn’t hear it. For a moment the toad hermit didn’t register what the blonde had said. When the full implications of what his former student had said fully sank in, he jerked his hand away, not knowing how to deal with this new information.

“No,” Said Jiraiya as he stepped back, Yondaime’s eyes shining with hurt. The blonde gingerly got out of bed, and walked over to the older man, catching him in a tight embrace before he could get away. “Please sensei...” the blonde practically whimpered as he leaned up into Jiraiya, placing his lips tenderly on the older man’s. Jiraiya was frozen as he felt his former student’s soft lips on his own. He knew he should do the proper thing and pull away, and leave the room as soon as possible. But he felt inclined beyond reason to return it, and hesitantly he kissed Yondaime back.

The blonde moaned as he felt Jiraiya return the kiss, and opened his mouth willingly for his former sensei, urging him to go further. Throwing all reasonable thoughts out the window Jiraiya wrapped his arms around Yondaime’s waist, and slide his tongue past the blonde’s lips. Yondaime moaned as he felt Jiraiya’s hot tongue caress his own, and the hermit found that the passionate noises emanating from Yondaime went straight to his groin. Jiraiya’s arms wrapped tighter around Yondaime, bringing the blonde closer as they continued to kiss, and the blond smiled as he felt something hard pressed up against him.

Jiraiya sensed Yondaime’s amusement and pulled away, looking directly into blue eyes. “What’s so funny?” He asked, his tone more than a little annoyed with maybe a hint of embarrassment. “Nothing Jiraiya; it’s just that I’ve wanted this for so long that I can barely believe it’s happening. I’m so happy,”

Jiraiya was taken aback by the confession. “You’ve wanted me? Since when?” Yondaime couldn’t help but chuckle some at how shocked his former sensei was. “Since a while after you where assigned to train us. I’ve fantasized about you for years...” Jiraiya gulped at that, and Yondaime kissed him again while slowly moving them back towards the bed. All the exertion was making Yondaime tired, and a sweat began to break out over his skin again. Pulling away from Jiraiya another coughing fit wracked his body, and shaking his head Jiraiya said, “I don’t think we should continue. You’re still sick, and we really shouldn’t be doing this anyway.” Jiraiya hoped that Yondaime would agree, but he should have known better.

“No, I’ve waited too long for you; I want you now.” Jiraiya was shocked when he was suddenly thrown down onto the bed, the blond landing nimbly on top of him despite being sick.

Jiraiya moaned as Yondaime straddled his torso, and Jiraiya couldn’t help but stare at Yondaime, his legs exposed clear up to the top of his thighs as the yukata parted. His gaze continued upward, and he noticed that the fabric had slide off Yondaime’s shoulders, exposing soft, hot skin as the yukata caught at the crook of his elbows. He quickly turned his head away, not liking the thoughts running through his head. Yondaime saw that his former sensei was still having reservations about the situation, so he bent down to give the hermit another passionate kiss.

Jiraiya only resisted a moment before giving in to the demanding blonde, and still kissing Yondaime grasped Jiraiya’s hand, taking it to run up the expanse of his exposed thigh, sliding the fabric of the yukata up the higher he went. Jiraiya tensed as he felt his hand caressing warm, intimate flesh, and he jerked away suddenly as he felt soft springy hair, followed immediately by a very hard Yondaime. Quickly withdrawing his hand Jiraiya sat up, almost making to jump out of the bed if Yondaime hadn’t held him there.

“It’s okay sensei, calm down.” Jiraiya was a bit flustered, but calmed down some at Yondaime’s understanding tone. “I don’t know if I can do this.... especially with someone I’ve known for so long, who is practically a son to me.” said Jiraiya, his voice low and rushed. Yondaime nodded, knowing full well what the older man must be going through. “But you can’t deny that you want me, so why not just give into it and fulfill both our desires?” Jiraiya didn’t say anything to that, but didn’t stop as Yondaime began to kiss his neck, his tongue sliding over Jiraiya’s heated skin. Yondaime gently pushed the hermit back down onto the bed, and began to slide his hand down Jiraiya’s broad chest, going lower until he reached the lip of the older’s black pants. Jiraiya shifted as he felt Yondaime unzip his trousers, and tried to keep himself from moaning as a thin hand grasped his still quite hard member. Yondaime loved the feel of Jiraiya filling his hand, and couldn’t wait to feel him buried deep inside him. Rocking a little into Jiraiya Yondaime began to lightly stroke the hermit’s erection, making his former sensei writhe with pleasure beneath him. Just the feel of Jiraiya meeting his strokes and the feel of course fabric rubbing against his naked thighs was driving Yondaime crazy, and he stroked faster as he rocked harder.

Jiraiya bit his lip to keep himself quite as Yondaime continued his ministrations, but suddenly the blonde stopped stroking him, and smiling mischievously at Jiraiya he started to suck the same fingers that had been fondling him, saliva glinting off the wet digits as he did so. For some reason the sight of Yondaime straddling him with his fingers buried in his mouth was immensely arousing to Jiraiya, and he moaned as his erection ached to be touched again.

After he felt he had sufficiently coated his fingers, Yondaime lifted the fabric of his yukata, snaking his arm to reach behind himself. He slide the lubricated digits between his buttocks, and purred as he ran them over his entrance, teasing himself before he plunged a finger in, thrusting it in and out as he again rocked his hips. Yondaime looked heatedly at his sensei as he did this, and loved how it was actually making the older man blush. Yondaime couldn’t recall a time where he had ever seen his former sensei blush, and he wondered if he was the first to ever accomplish the task.

Still gazing at Jiraiya Yondaime inserted a second finger, followed soon by a third. Yondaime moaned at the sensation, but he knew it was nothing compared to what the real thing would feel like. Yondaime imagined the large cock twitching against his inner thigh deep inside him, and he pulled out of himself before he lost control. Panting now and a little delirious Yondaime scooted himself further up onto Jiraiya, and aimed the older man’s erection at his entrance. Jiraiya had a look of slight panic when he realized what Yondaime intended to do, but before he could protest Yondaime thrust himself down onto Jiraiya, sheathing the larger man entirely within himself.

Yondaime cried out as he was impaled, and he heard Jiraiya do the same. Jiraiya hadn’t expected to go this far, but the feeling was unlike any he had ever felt. It was much different from being with a woman, but still very pleasurable. He wondered idly why he hadn’t tried this before, but his train of thought was interrupted as Yondaime lifted himself off of Jiraiya until only the head of his cock was buried, then slammed back down again so hard it hurt. But mostly it felt good, and Yondaime repeated the process, making sure his tender bundle of nerves was hit again and again, and since he knew Jiraiya wasn’t going to touch him yet, he began to pump himself along with each thrust, sending shivers of pleasure up his spin.

Jiraiya grasped Yondaime’s hips as the blonde rode him, and began to arch every time Yondaime came downward, therefore making himself go deeper and deeper into Yondaime’s passage. Jiraiya was moaning freely now, not caring if anyone heard them. Yondaime almost came right then when he heard Jiraiya pant his name, and began to thrust faster as his stroke rhythm increased. Jiraiya had been too caught up in the moment to notice that Yondaime was pleasuring himself, and feeling somewhat guilty Jiraiya reached under the yukata, placing his hand over Yondaime’s as the blonde stared down at him in surprise. Jiraiya just smiled as he took over stroking Yondaime, and the blonde happily acquiesced to the older man, turning his attention instead to keeping his thrusting pace steady.

Jiraiya surprisingly didn’t mind so much handling another man as he initially thought he would. He actually rather liked the feeling of Yondaime’s hot member in his hand, and he knew then that he wanted to repeat the act.

Yondaime could feel himself on the verge as a strong hand stroked him faster, and only a few thrusts later he came hard into Jiraiya’s hand. “Ah, Jiraiya!” He screamed, and the mixture Yondaime screaming his name in the height of his passion coupled with the sudden clamping sensation around him forced the hermit to come in turn, and he also exclaimed Yondaime’s name as he emptied himself deep inside the blonde.

Yondaime continued to rock down into Jiraiya as both of them rode out their climax. By now Yondaime didn’t feel so good, although his state of mind and the wonderful feeling of Jiraiya’s seed coursing through him felt amazing.

Panting harder than he should have been Yondaime fell onto Jiraiya’s chest, his damp hair falling about him as he tried desperately to catch his breath. Jiraiya knew something was wrong with Yondaime, and pulled the blonde to lay beside him, wincing as he pulled out of the inviting passage. Yondaime’s eyes were hazy now, more so than they had been, and now very worried Jiraiya quickly rose from the bed, making himself look at least a little decent before searching the room for something he could use. On the night stand he saw a bottle of dark red liquid and a spoon, and quickly pouring some onto the utensil he went to Yondaime’s side, propping him up before coaxing the blonde to drink it.

After he had taken some medicine Yondaime’s condition stabilized, and sighing in relief he tidied up his Hokage, trying to wipe clean the mess both of them had made. When he was satisfied with the job, he crawled into bed beside Yondaime, wrapping the blonde in his strong arms like he had done earlier, except now he had no reservations about doing so.

Even unconscious Yondaime sighed contentedly in his sleep, and nestled closer to Jiraiya, and yawning the hermit suddenly realized how tired he was, and fell asleep soon after, still cradling the blond protectively.

~*~*~*~*~
(A few days later)

Yondaime was sitting placidly on his desk, now feeling much better after Jiraiya had, “treated” him. He was about to start a report when several hard knocks resounded at his door. “Come in.” he said, not expecting the sight that walked through his door.

Flinging the door open a very disheveled looking Jiraiya walked in, his nose running profusely and several tissues clutched in his hand. Yondaime laughed at the sight, which just drove Jiraiya off the deep end. “You think this is funny! I’m sick because of you! This is what I get for giving in to a spoiled, spiky-haired brat!”

Yondaime gave Jiraiya a face of mock hurt and said, “Yes, but don’t you agree it was well worth it?” He then gave the hermit a seductive smile, and Jiraiya couldn’t help but return it. “I guess, but I still need someone to take care of me.” Yondaime cocked an eyebrow as he walked around his desk, and hugged Jiraiya close to himself as he said, “Well then, I guess I’ll have to take good care of you, won’t I?” He then gave Jiraiya a light kiss on the lips before leading him personally back to his house.

~Owari~

A/N: Heh, heh, that was really fun. I just whipped this right out, which is rare for me. Any who, I hoped you like it, and please review; I’ll be grateful if ya do *puppy dog eyes*