A Helping Hand

A/N: Sadly no beta could be acquired to edit this story so if you see any grammar problems, I don’t mind being informed. This is the first chapter of A Helping Hand, a Chouji and Iruka fic. This fic was requested in a challenge by DominicShade and I hope they enjoy it, as well as any other curious readers. C’mon, I know you’ve been dying to see these two together. Hopefully, the next chapter will be up and roarin’ to be read soon.

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It was a bright, sunny Friday in Konoha. School had just ended and the children eagerly hustled about to enjoy the rest of their evening. Umino Iruka also would have liked to have followed his wards’ lead to enjoy a quiet evening at home but he had other plans.

The Academy teacher soon found himself walking down the street, jiggling an item in his hand. The chuunin was on a mission, certainly A-class donned by the Hokage herself. The Godaime had rewarded Iruka the honour of such a mission after the scarred nose man lectured her about her gambling addiction.

The brunette sighed and eyed the house he now stood in front of. With a nod, the man opened the bag of chips he was holding and waited. His mouth curled into a smile at the streak zooming towards him.

Crunch! Munch! Gulp!

"Aah, there is no sweeter chip than the first potato chip from the bag.... a taste that could rival even the finest delicacies." A very sated voice beamed, as the owner of the voice continued to wax poetry to the snack food.

The Academy teacher grinned; "Hello Chouji!" the man announced trying to gain his former student's attention.

The plump chuunin gnawed on the handful of chips he held and ruffled his mane of spiky, brown hair. "Oh, Iruka-sensei." the boy munched on another chip. He turned towards the scarred nose man. "When did you get here?"

Umino snorted and grabbed the bag of chips from the teenager, "I was always here... you just noticed these before me." the man huffed jokingly, eyeing the boy... young man.

The dark skinned man raised his hand and flattened it against Chouji's wild hair. He hummed softly when he noticed the teen was an inch shorter to his own height. "Well look at that, seems you've done some growing while you were away on those missions." the older of the two ninjas praised, it was an impressive height for the nineteen year old. Give it a few more years or months even and perhaps the Akimichi would soon tower over the teacher.

The plump chuunin squinted his eyes and sighed. "You think so?" he inquired with a small smile, scratching the back of his head. "Ino keeps tooting how much I’ve gained weight, instead of grown in height."

The pony-tailed brunette inspected his former student. The youth was dressed in a simple red tunic and slacks, sans armour. He closely observed his sides, and his face. Umino nodded. "She's right, you do look heavier."

The younger chuunin stiffened and tugged unconsciously at the end of his top, muttering something under his breathes.

Iruka nodded with a grin, grabbing a chip to munch on himself. "Definitely, you've at least doubled your muscle mass, especially around your arms." the man said, stroking the plump ninja's ego. "Most of the baby fat seems to have melted from your face; you used to have the chubbiest cheeks in the Academy."

The corner of Chouji's lips quirked and he shook his head at his former teacher. "Iruka-sensei." he breathed, a flush on his face.

The pony-tailed man shrugged and offered some more salty snacks as compensation. The chubby chuunin gladly accepted the offering.

"Not that I mind the visit, sensei, but why did you come here?" the spiky haired ninja questioned as he licked the salty seasonings off his fingers.

Umino coughed and scratched the back of his head, "Well Chouji I was looking for an assistant to help me with some-- uh, chores that Tsunade-sama, graciously bestowed upon me." Iruka explained, careful to hide the sarcasm, lest knowing ears reported back to the Godaime.

The younger ninja squinted extra hard at the dark skinned man, "Sounds like she's punishing you for not putting your foot in your mouth fast enough, to me." Chouji muttered under his breathes, grinning cheekily when Iruka glared at him.

Pursing his lips, "Regardless of how I received the task, it was given to me and I would prefer some help categorizing and filing the Class- C Scroll Office." Iruka looked pointedly at the Akimichi.

The swirl cheek ninja hmmed and decided to munch on a chip in thought, but Iruka had strategically moved the bag away. Chouji sighed. "From what I've seen of that office it isn't too bad for one person to handle, a few misplaced scrolls but nothing major.”

Umino shook his head, a distasteful look crossing his pleasant features. "No, not that one-- you’re thinking of B, Class- C is the one in the basement, the one that hasn't been touched even before that old crone’s been born." Iruka prattled, tensing slightly at his slip.

The teenager huffed, "And you want me to help you." Chouji chuckled, and waved his hand dismissively at his former teacher, enjoying the teasing. “I don't think so, Iruka-sen--“

The older chuunin interrupted as he munched on a chip, "A real shame, after the clean-up I was planning on treating you to a meal-- all you can eat." Iruka bribed and offered the teenager the bag of chips.

Slowly gobbling down the snack food, Akimichi nodded his head, "Of course I'll help you Iruka-sensei, you are one of my favourite teachers after all."

The Academy teacher snorted, "Like I havn't heard that before-- you, Naruto, Shikamaru and Kiba always spouted that line off first when I caught you punks for skipping or for a prank." Iruka rewarded the teenager with a mild glare.

Chouji merely smiled, the sun glinting off his teeth and followed the older chuunin towards their mission.


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Chouji sighed as he heard for the fourth time a pile of scrolls shift and topple somewhere in the back, Iruka’s yelp was high and irritated. Akimichi shook his head, turning back to his own work and once again found, to his disgust, another discarded piece of clothing.

Umino had kindly explained, with a pleasant flush on his cheeks that the only reason people set foot in this office of dust and moth-eaten scrolls was to: 'conduct highly inappropriate activities', Iruka-sensei had told him in his best teacher voice. Chouji had laughed, with a flush of his own and replied. 'You mean have sex.'

The Academy teacher frowned and had ordered the plump chuunin to start cleaning and organizing in the dankest, darkest and dustiest corner of the room.

Before kicking the old and soiled undergarment to the side, the swirl cheeked man noticed the design on the panties: little fish cakes. The teenager sneezed and swivelled his head to the bookcases Iruka was behind.

"Oi, sensei!" Chouji called, hearing an affirmative grunt. "Naruto's in the village, how come you didn't ask him to help ya?" Akimichi questioned, genuinely curious as to why the fox faced man wasn't assisting the Academy teacher. He figured Naruto must've done something stupid and ticked off the chuunin.

There was a ruffle and Iruka stuck his head out from the side of a bookcase. "Even with the promise of ramen, getting Naruto to help clean-- well you should remember when in the Academy the little brat always flew out the window when it was his turn to help clean the classroom."

Chouji laughed and nodded his head, going back to his work, but stilled when a throat was cleared. He turned to look at the scarred nosed man.

Iruka grinned, "Besides, I haven't spent any time with you in so long. There's nothing wrong with a shared meal or two, and some catching up." Umino explained as he took in Chouji's speechless look, the poor young man was blinking his eyes and rubbing his cheek bashfully.

With a hum the teacher disappeared behind the shelves of books and went back to his work. The spiky haired chuunin sniffled, as he felt his lips curl into a large grin; he always enjoyed and appreciated the feeling of being picked first for a change.

A pleasant silence encompassed the two ninjas and with a ruffle of scrolls and heavy texts, Iruka poked his head out again. "I forgot to ask: where would you like to eat after were done here, Chouji, Yakiniku perhaps?"

Akimichi frowned, “I don't think we’ll ever be done here, this was a suicide mission and you know it." the man ranted, the room was a mess and their pitiful attempt was not going to change it.

Umino offered the spiky haired brunette a wry grin, "Don't worry Tsunade-sama has a short fuse but she's usually quick to forgive, I just have to make an effort to stay out of her sights for a while-- another method is to direct her anger at someone else." the dark skinned man explained with a laugh.

Chouji sighed and narrowed his eyes at his former teacher, 'So basically, handling an angry Tsunade-sama, is like handling an angry, YOU, Iruka-sensei.' the chubby chuunin concluded silently, not foolish enough to say it out loud.

The spiky haired ninja stretched out his shoulders as a thoughtful look crossed his face. "You don't have to buy me a meal." the younger chuunin began, folding his arms across his chest. "Us, Akimichis don't only think with our stomachs, Iruka-sensei." the man chastised and waggled his finger at his former teacher.

Umino blinked, and opened his mouth to speak but was cut off.

"I didn't agree to this just for the food. I don’t mind spending time with you sensei, the others and I were always telling the truth when we said you are one of our favourite teachers... although, I’m still not thrilled with us cleaning this joint just for some catch-up time." the plump ninja scoffed as Iruka nodded.

"I heartily agree with you on that, but... you sure about the meal?" the teacher asked, shifting to the side to get a better look at the other chuunin's expression.

Chouji bobbed his head up and down, his brown mane ruffling. "Yeah, I'm no slave to my stomach." the Akimichi finished resolutely and with a small, confident smirk went back to cleaning.

Iruka felt his eyes widen at the display and smiled. For a short while he admired the shine on the second piercing on Chouji’s ears. The new found confidence and self-esteem that brimmed within the young man, made the teacher’s smile broaden, very proud of his former student.

"All right then, back to work."


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Gurgle!

Grrrr!

Chouji raised his hand and hacked into his palm, doubling over to further muffle his stomach’s growls for attention.

Iruka shuffled from somewhere to the right, "You okay over there? If the dust is getting to you, you can go take a drink." Umino suggested, always the helpful and protective teacher.

Akimichi's gullet grumbled again and Chouji cleared his throat to hide it. "That’s alright, sensei." the man laughed, a touch of nervousness seeping into his tone as he thought drinking some water would only make him hungrier. Flushing with embarrassment, the chuunin resolutely decided not to mention he was hungry to his former teacher... not after the cool speech he had tooted off not too long ago. Heck he had almost went into a nice-guy pose with that speech.

Half an hour had past and Chouji found himself, wishing he had worn his other tunic with the slip pockets, where he kept a hidden snack or two. Rubbing his stomach, the man tried focusing on cleaning as he shoved at a shelf holding mangled, old textbooks and scrolls. "So hungry... I wonder if Iruka-sensei has anymore potato chips?" the brunette muttered mournfully, tugging at a book and causing a small object to tumble from behind the text.

"Hmm, what’s this?” the ninja inquired as he stooped down and picked up the small vial, critically eyeing the contents. The man’s cheeks puffed in delight.

"Ahh, soldier pills!" Chouji announced grandly and stiffened, hunkering his body down to keep the sound in. He heard no response from Iruka-sensei. The plump ninja straightened as he saw four beige coloured pills rolling around in the small jar.

"Must've been left behind by somebody... as well as their clothes." the teenager snorted as he popped open the lid and took a sniff for any poisons or oddities. "A little stale." the Akimichi grouched and moved to put the pills away.

Gurgle!

"Bottoms up." Chouji blurted as he tossed two pills into his mouth with a gulp, blinking at the taste. Not as dull as standard pills, but neither as flavourful as homemade Akimichi pills, or as fast working, he concluded when his stomach growled again.

Returning to his cleaning, Chouji was pleased when his body started to respond to the drugs, he was no longer hungry or perhaps his body was noticing other hungers, as his gaze slid to the forgotten panties on the floor.

"Some people have n--no control." the man lectured softly, his body sagging tiredly to the floor. With a ragged sigh, the plump chuunin grabbed the soiled undergarments, his eyebrows rising when he discovered it was crotch less.

Chouji squirmed, he felt itchy, hot, and damp. Like the temperature had been turned up and it was making him sweat like a pi-- a you-know.

A blush etched itself across the ninja's swirled cheeks as he brought the piece of fabric closer to his sweating face. 'J--just a sniff.' the teenager thought as he rolled the panties into a ball and brought it to his nose, despite it being crotch less he hoped there was some sort of scent.

A shudder went through the brunette's body, his spine tingling as he took a good whiff. The plump chuunin had to bite down on his own tongue just to keep the moan from spewing between his lips. 'Wha-- what the hell am I doing?'

Chouji could pinpoint the exact second the cogs in his brain stopped and despite the stupidity of it, he felt himself reach into his slacks, and slowly caress his rising cock. He licked his lips and let his hand work. The ninja’s eyes darted back and forth for any sight of the silent Iruka. Oddly enough, despite the eventual embarrassment, the idea of being caught by the older chuunin was quite alluring. To see the shocked look on his former teacher’s face... hell, Chouji would bet the man would probably blush quite prettily.

He traced the insides of his thigh, starting with touches that only grazed that coarse brown hair before leading into light caresses up and down his skin. Finally, he worked his hand around to teasing the delicate skin of his scrotum, cupping his balls and squeezing them gently. The teenager panted, his eyes falling on the panties and thinking of the faceless owner of the garment. Chouji imagined a hand exploring his balls, squeezing them and caressing them.

‘Too dry.’ He thought, his heart drumming against his chest as he brought his fingers to his mouth.

He let his saliva coat those long, thick fingers and brought his hand back down to the heavy sac at the juncture of his thighs. The chuunin’s vision wavered as he saw--felt a mouth, a warm moist cavern sucking his balls one at a time and exploring them with a hot tongue.

“Oh.” The youth whimpered softly as he closed his eyes and surrendered to the images inside his mind. The ninja squeezed and rubbed his testicles one at a time.

His fingers brushed against the base of his hard, aching cock, as he continued to stroke his tightening scrotum with the flats of his fingers. The Akimichi hissed, letting his fingers move up to pleasure his bulging hardness. He paused to renew the saliva on his fingertips, before continuing upwards. The imaginary mouth, that wicked tongue traced up his shaft and tickled the tip.

“Aaaahh!” Chouji broke into a loud groan as his fingers illustrated what he was imagining. The chubby chuunin’s fingers stroked upwards from the base, jerking twice over the swollen pinkish head, before sliding back down and starting again. He made a low hissing sound of satisfaction, and his head lolled forward towards his shoulder--his face a mask of concentration.

“Oi, Chouji” a voice called as door was opened and quickly kicked closed. The teenager straightened, the haze from his eyes disappearing as the sweat continued to trickle down his face in tiny beads.

In his panic the shaggy haired brunette gripped his cock too hard and with a shudder and small sob, tucked the aching flesh back into his pants. ‘Oh gosh, oh gosh--you can’t break a penis.’ The man chanted as he quivered on his ass, the pain throbbing between his thighs. ‘You can’t break a penis.’

"Chouji!" A voice called as the Akimichi gasped and decided to stuff the panties into his pocket. "What are you doing on the floor?" Iruka questioned as he walked towards his former student. In his hands were two Styrofoam cups and a small plastic bag.

The swirl faced ninja coughed, wiping at his sweaty brows. "Maa, just taking a little break." he smiled weakly, and stared at the items in the teacher's hands.

Umino frowned and kept his eyes locked on the sweating man, his chest rising and falling quickly. "I brought some water and thought we could split a sandwich, I couldn't get another one because Tsunade-sama almost spotted me." the older man explained as he sat his bundle down on an empty shelf with a grimace, frowning at the thick film of dust on the surface.

"Chouji," the teacher stooped down and leaned in close to the teenager, "You okay?" he questioned, placing a cool hand on the Akimichi's glistening forehead.

The younger of the two ninjas released an appreciative sigh, enjoying the touch and even began to rub his head back and forth against the other's flesh.

Iruka patted the man's forehead in thought, 'So warm and his face is all flushed. I don't remember him having any allergies to dust.' the pony-tailed man pondered as he mistook his former student’s happy moans for that of pain. "Chouji have some water." the dark skinned man ordered as he shoved the cup at the teenager’s face.

With a series of throaty pants, the spiky haired brunette nodded and quickly downed the cool liquid that did little to quench his thirst. To douse the heat that had been ignited within his very guts.

The scarred nosed man wrinkled his nose and frowned. He handed the teen the second cup. "Chouji, are you having an allergic reaction to all this dust or were you hit with any poisons or tainted weaponry on your last mission." Iruka questioned as he took the empty cup from shaking fingers.

The younger chuunin nibbled on his bottom lip, splitting the flesh slightly. He quivered at the feel and coppery taste. With a regretful look cast at his former teacher, Chouji steeled himself to explain. "Errr... no, nothing like that. You see it might be... I was..." the man coughed, "...Hungry so-I-ate-some-soldier-pills-that-I-found-here."

Iruka blinked and expectantly held out his hands, "Show them to me." he ordered not liking the amount of perspiration shining on the man's flesh. The plump chuunin tossed the small vial at his former teacher. Catching it, Iruka eyed the two remaining pills. "You said you found them here?" he asked as he opened the jar and took a quick sniff.

The younger chuunin nodded his head ignoring the worried teacher's questions and instead focused his attention plainly on Iruka. The dark skinned man has always been easy on the eyes, Chouji had known plenty of former classmates that had puppy crushes on the pony-tailed chuunin... some still did.

A sudden wave of heat and a tightening in his pants had Chouji's eyes roll to the back of his head. Akimichi gulped; his Adams apple bobbed as his dry tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. 'Too hot.' the swirl faced man groused as his body, his very nerves tingled with a heavy heat.

Iruka stiffened, gripping his fellow chuunin by the shoulders and pulling him in close. "Chouji?" he breathed softly cupping the man's cheek and frowning at the slickness, "We have to get you to the hospital."

"Iruka-sensei." Akimichi panted, his round cheeks were even more fevered. The spiky haired ninja moaned, eyes narrowing on his former teacher's lips. The bottom, much fuller than the top as it was currently being chewed on due to the teacher's worries... a speck of blood erupting.

A ragged growl was Umino's sole warning, to quickly leave the room and fetch for help. But Umino Iruka would never leave a comrade behind, offering any assistance... and this time would be no different.

The swirl cheek chuunin pulled Umino closer, fists curling around the older man's arms. The teenager panted at the confusion in the teacher's eyes. With a deep rumble Chouji swooped, pressing his chapped lips against the pony-tailed man’s with a grunt.

A shaky sigh trembled through Akimichi's parted lips as he lapped his tongue against the teacher, trying to get him to open his mouth and reciprocate. Iruka grunted beginning to realize what was wrong with his comrade as Chouji tightened his hold on the dark skinned man.

"Sensei." the spiky haired brunette moaned and nibbled against the teacher’s bottom lip.

With another guttural grunt, Iruka pushed the clinging man away from him and quickly side-stepped from reaching hands. "Damn... that is one potent passion pill." Iruka huffed backing away from the groaning ninja as he pocketed the horrid pills.

Chouji squinted at the teacher and swiped his hand against his thigh, trying to bite his fingers into the flesh. "Pa-- passion pill?" he stuttered and crawled after the retreating chuunin.

Unable to tolerate seeing the young man huff on the floor Umino raggedly got Chouji to his feet, keeping the chubby man at arms distance. "Ah.... yes, it’s a powerful aphrodisiac-- Chouji calm down." Iruka gritted out through clenched teeth.

The swirl cheek man gulped and stilled his twitching hands that ached to paw and caress the teacher.

Umino nodded roughly when Chouji seemed to have gained some control. "The pills were probably left behind by a couple-- how many did you take?" the teacher asked, sighing when Chouji tried to cop a feel. The teacher quickly deflected the hands that tried to encircle his waist.

The teenager grunted and rushed forward, rubbing his body against the dark skinned man, "T--two." he stuttered and pulled the teacher flush against his torso. Akimichi released a throaty moan when his erect cock, rubbed just so deliciously against the teacher's hip.

Iruka blushed and wriggled awkwardly in the other ninja's tightening grip, thankfully managing to break free. Marching determinedly to the door, the teacher bellowed, "Forget the hospital I'm taking you straight to Tsunade-sama!" the man yelled, hoping the leader of Konoha and her bountiful bosom could be a worthy distraction for the horny Chouji.

The plump ninja released a shaky breath, eyes narrowing on the retreating teacher. The way his hips swayed and the light tilt of his ass whenever he moved. Chouji gulped, his fogged and hormonal mind made up as he moved his hands to the correct positions and acted.

Umino stomped towards the door, frustrated at the entire situation and grasped the doorknob, giving it a good lurch.

It didn't budge.

"What the...?" the man trailed off as he twisted the knob back and forth. With a growl, the teacher's short patience gave in and he placed his foot on the door and began to pull, growling when his efforts went unrewarded.

The scarred nosed man sighed as he heard Chouji rustle around behind him, he turned and eyed the guilty look on his former student’s face and then eyed the stuck door. "You-- you sealed the doors, didn't you?" Iruka asked warily.

The spiky haired brunette nodded and watched his former teacher twitch his fingers to teleport, to simply poof! away, luckily for him he had already prepared for that as the older chuunin blinked in surprise, eyeing his fingers to see if he did the seal wrong.

The plump ninja groaned as he quickly grabbed onto the end of Umino's flak jacket. "I sealed off all exits sensei... so you won't be able to teleport either." Chouji gasped and tugged down the zipper.

Iruka gritted his teeth, he was impressed at the younger chuunin’s thinking and annoyed for his own blunder. Unable to shake the aroused teenager's grip, Iruka tried a different tactic. "Chouji, you have to release the seal." he said kindly, grabbing the Akimichi’s hand and giving it a pat.

The swirl faced ninja grabbed the teacher’s hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking the digits into his moist cavern.

Umino gritted his teeth in disgust, trying hard to keep his voice soft as he yanked his hand away. "I CAN’T help you any other way." The man said, the strain in his voice very apparent as the spiky haired brunette shuffled closer and attempted to lick his lips and ended up licking his nose.

"Yes...you can." Chouji grunted, and sealed his lips against the teacher’s. Ignoring Iruka's unresponsive attitude, the plump ninja lapped at thin lips, drawing the flesh into his mouth to be suckled.

A flash of pain flared through the Akimichi as he felt blood trickle onto his tongue and down his throat. He decided to make a note that Iruka had some sharp canines and continued sucking at the teacher, letting his arms run against the mans sides... closer to his pockets.

Iruka had hoped the bite would have had the desired reaction of the spiky haired brunette backing off but, the teenager was even more aggressive as he ran his hands up and down-- Umino squeaked, as he felt fingers grip between the crack of his ass and squeeze.

"Chou-- Chouji, STOP IT!" the scarred nosed man bellowed and cuffed the younger chuunin on the head.

The swirl faced ninja wheezed something unintelligent and whirled around, rewarding the teacher with his back.

Iruka snorted as he eyed the young man's back. 'Not like the punk didn't deserve it.' the teacher thought with a hiss and watched the brat slump his shoulders.

Umino swallowed stiffly, hearing a very audible sniffle. The teacher growled his annoyance.

"Oi... Chouji I'm sorry for... I mean it’s not like you didn't deserve it." Iruka defended as he stepped closer, raising his hand to place on the Akimichi's shoulders but lowered it instead; touching the teenager isn’t the smartest thing to do at the moment.

"I didn't hit you that hard, did I?" Umino questioned as he saw the boy straighten up from his crouched position.

Clink!

Umino blinked and lowered his gaze to the ground; with curious eyes he watched the small vial of the accursed drug roll in a lazy half-circle. One pill is missing. "Chou--urmpf." Iruka gagged as the teenager once again swooped upon him, slipping a hot tongue into his mouth.

The pony-tailed man settled his hands on his former student’s shoulders and tried to pry the teenager off. The scarred nose man gagged wretchedly when he felt something trickle towards the back of his throat. Iruka coughed, pushing against the Akimichi’s tongue.

With a grunt the plump ninja pinched his fingers on Iruka's nose forcing the teacher to swallow with a shudder.

Rumbling softly Chouji retracted his tongue and allowed the teacher to gulp down some air but Iruka seemed more interested in yelling.

"You-- you-- slipped me that-- that damn pill, you brat, do you have any idea what you've done!" Umino growled as he tried to wriggle out of the shaggy haired brunette’s grip. He was quite miffed when his struggles went unsuccessful. With a terrible frown, the man reverted to usual tactics: yelling. "Chouji, when we get out of here I am going to kick your a--"

Iruka was silenced, when the chubby chuunin pecked him lightly on the lips, catching the teacher's gaze, Chouji narrowed his eyes just so. "I don’t care." the teenager muttered against his lips and continued to nibble and suck and bite.

The Academy teacher huffed, digging his nails into Akimichi's arms. The teenager merely hissed and continued his assault, his sloppy kisses becoming even more heated as he drew in Iruka's tongue with a low moan and suckled.

The older chuunin felt a disturbing tingle lick up his spine and in his horror found himself responding to Chouji’s advances, stilling his struggles to be pawed at. With a frustrated gurgle, Umino lashed out his leg, planting his foot in the teen's stomach.

'Hmm, the pills are affecting my accuracy as well... I was aiming a little lower than his abdomen.'

"Ugh." Chouji gasped, wobbling on his feet and collapsed to his knees in a panting wreck. His erection still very visible and hard through his slacks "Iruka-sensei." the man whined his voice strained yet heavy with lust.

Umino felt his knees wobble and resisted the urge to slump to the ground and pant at Chouji's tone of voice. "Shu--." the teacher muttered and tuned his head to the side to avoid the younger ninja's heated gaze. "Shut up." the man flushed, a heavy heat coursing through his veins

The plump chuunin's eyes narrowed, watching his former teacher carefully. Who knew the sweaty, flushed look would like nice on the scarred nose man, almost sexy. The shaggy haired brunette rose from the ground, the ache in his stomach quite forgotten.

"I want you." he rumbled, feeling his tongue dip out from his mouth and slowly lick his lips.

He truly did want the teacher. He wanted him close to him, closer than anyone's ever been with him, pressed up nice and tight. He wanted Iruka-sensei to rub and thrust and grind against him in a heated frenzy. A groan was emitted through Chouji as he felt his cock swell even more. If something didn’t satisfy his ache soon... he’d surely go nuts.

Iruka gulped and took a step backwards. He wiped the sweat from his brow. "You don't know what you-re saying-- it’s the drug and hormones talking. Neither of us is clear-headed--" Chouji squirmed and stalked closer while Iruka bit his tongue for his poor choice of words. "Clear-minded at the moment so we can’t make any stupid decisions."

Ignoring Umino's banter Chouji sidled up nice and close to the teacher, curling his fingers on the older ninja's arms. "Much like the first potato chip from the bag, this..." the swirl faced teenager murmured as he pressed his groin against the teacher's. “... will be just the start of something..." Akimichi leaned forward using his weight to push against Iruka until they both flopped to the ground.

"...Oh-so-sweet." the teenager murmured and raised a brow at the older man, daring him to refuse.

Iruka shuddered long and hard at that, and to his embarrassment he whimpered when the teenager caught him in a deep kiss, his bruised lips nibbled on between teeth.

Umino gulped, and stared at the heated look in Chouji's eyes and he could see the same intensity on his own face reflected back at him. With a throaty groan the pony-tailed man pushed his own tongue into the Akimichi’s mouth.

Showing him how a real kiss was done.

Iruka cupped the teen's round cheeks and pulled him closer so he could seal his lips over the youth’s. Chouji shuddered as the older man finally began to reciprocate and concentrated on Umino’s tongue, continued to lap at it and pressed harder against the teacher’s lips.

The plump ninja pressed down against the pony-tailed brunette and opened his mouth wider. The scarred nose man growled softly when the youth sucked in his bottom lip and gave it a nibble.

Now, Iruka nearly matched Chouji in passion, moving his lips hungrily as the Akimichi bit the corner of his lip. Their kiss was nothing but a tangle of tongues, lips, and teeth, something hot and raw, as if they could never get enough of one another.

Both ninja’s ears twitched as they heard a series of wanton whimpers and growls emit between, not sure from whom. Iruka groaned, the part of his brain not melted into a primal pile of lust made his mouth cease from gulping down every last drop of breathe from the boy. With a frustrated sigh, the elder of the men broke the suction between their lips; a silvery trail of saliva suspended was quickly lapped up by the panting Chouji.

'Perhaps ju--just some minimal physical stimulation will assuage this induced desire, at least until we think of a way out of this mess. I'm a seasoned ninja, damnit, and Chouji's skills are not to be questioned. I-- we are in complete control of our bodies... right?’

...right?