Private Conversations

A/N: If I could keep this porntastical trainwreck from popping up near the front of today's submission, I would... But I can't D: This story makes me cringe, but it's part of the timeline so I can't stand to take it down altogether. I edited some of the most painful stuff before I posted it to my LJ, and I can't resist updating the version here at AFF, too.

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Who Sai slept with, make love to- whatever you wanted to call it- didn't interest Yamato. At all. He wasn't upset by hearing who Sai had romantic, sexual, or any kind of interest in.

The one and only cause for his extreme irritability was exhaustion. His foul mood had nothing to do with the conversations he couldn't help overhearing. Anyone would be worn out after the mission he, Sai, Sasuke, and Kakashi had just successfully completed. He tried to walk far enough ahead so that any further private conversations would be inaudible.

Apparently he hadn't moved quite far enough ahead. The answer to Kakashi's question regarding who Sai was romantically interested in carried easily to Yamato's ears.

"Tenten."

Yamato blinked in surprise, then hurried to put more distance between himself and this private conversation. Still not far enough. He faintly made out Kakashi's prodding for more information, then Sai's response.

"The books I've read on the subject of romantic bonding seem to be inaccurate. I've studied my leaf comrades and noticed a pattern. Men and women choose romantic interests based on their desired person being completely disinterested in them. Disinterested to the point of either extreme annoyance or complete repulsion, with occasional violence. That makes Tenten my soul mate."

Yamato smiled slightly as Sai listed his litany of examples: Jiraiya loving Tsunade, Naruto loving Sakura, Rock Lee loving Sakura, Sakura loving Sasuke... Although you really couldn't fault his reasoning, someone really needed to explain why forming your model of romantic bliss on that particular group of people was a bad idea. Someone other than Yamato, of course. Overheard conversations and emotionally confused shinobi were not his concern. In any event, he didn't presume to be better qualified than Kakashi to handle this, or any situation.

Yamato covered the uneven terrain towards home with even greater speed as a medley of Kakashi images played through his mind: Various scenes with Kakashi as his ANBU superior, Kakashi using the sharingan to gain numerous victories for Konoha, Kakashi as team seven leader, Kakashi in his ANBU mask and finger-less gloves, covered in sweat... No, wait... Forget that one.

Yamato shook his head slightly to clear it, regaining order in his memory and in his world. He continued his mental listing of Kakashi's shining accomplishments. Next to the hokage, Yamato had the highest level of respect for Hatake Kakashi. Although he had finally moved too far ahead to hear Kakashi's soft response, he felt confident that Sai was receiving sound, respectable moral advice.

After awhile Yamato reluctantly waited for the other men to catch up so they could have a brief conversation regarding how much further to go before bedding down for the night. They kept pace with each other silently while Yamato discretely regarded Uchiha Sasuke. Although Sasuke had spent the last several years willingly repaying his debt to Konoha after the defeat of Akatsuki, Yamato couldn't shake his initial impressions.

Sasuke had actually sought out Orochimaru. Sought out the man who had turned Yamato into a living genetics experiment. Regardless of Sasuke's mission success rate, Yamato couldn't help but think of him as the eerily detached boy from years ago who had praised Sai's choice of defensive moves, criticized Yamato's choice of defensive moves, and attempted to end Naruto's life with one sword stroke. In Yamato's mind, Sasuke was firmly entrenched as a cold, emotionless, potential threat.

Yamato valued trust and teamwork highly, and he struggled to view Sasuke as more than stoic, arrogant, and... Wait a minute. What exactly was this stoic, arrogant boy discussing with Sai?

"Yeah, I see the portraits you made of my.. erm.. penis sometimes."

Yamato didn't turn to see the face which had uttered this bizarre comment, but he was certain Sasuke wore his perpetual look of haughty indifference. Sai's voice conjured visions of a slightly similar, yet to Yamato, completely different face. A face which he had seen learn how to genuinely smile. He could hear that smile in the answering voice.

"I love those portraits. They make me think of the very first time I slid a penis into my mouth."

Yamato cleared his throat loudly and doubled his walking pace. He had heard rumors about this "portrait" session, but he preferred not to think about it. None of his business. He wiped at the sweat gathering along the edges of his forehead protector and face wrapping, wondering when the temperature had risen to such unbearable warmth. Sai couldn't possibly be saying Kotetsu had given him instructions on how to give Sasuke head while Genma stood by and watched... This was precisely the danger of overhearing private conversations: The details got all mixed up and misunderstood. In any case, was it truly necessary to describe his first oral sex experience, with Sasuke of all people, in such graphic detail? How could Kakashi stand it?

Yamato kept up his fast walking pace as he slipped a scroll out of his vest. He busied his mind by keeping his footing while studying complicated jutsus from the scroll. He definitely was not wondering whether Sai had been wearing his half shirt or his long-sleeved, high buttoned shirt the first time he had tasted salty-sweet, erect cock. Not his business, nothing he wanted to think about or picture. He diligently reviewed jutsus until he heard Kakashi's voice. He put the scroll away, relieved. Now the conversation would get back on a professional, normal track.

"You know you could have asked me if you needed special instruction and guidance. Jiraiya-sama may be a sannin, but I'm an experienced sensei as well."

Sasuke murmured a low, affirmative noise in a tone Yamato had never heard the Uchiha use before.

Yamato still walked ahead, but slowed his pace slightly. Kakashi certainly was one of the most skilled shinobi in all of the hidden villages, but Yamato wondered exactly what Sai had learned from Jiraiya that Kakashi would have preferred teaching him himself. Deeply ashamed of his desire to hear part of a private conversation, Yamato rationalized his curiosity as being born from a desire to gain valuable ninjutsu knowledge to help him better serve Konoha. He easily heard Sai's response.

"Thank you, Kakashi-sama, but it was actually Izumo who I lost my virginity to. Kotetsu and Jiraiya helped out, of course. Thank you for the kind offer, though."

What in the hell? Definitely, most definitely, not a conversation Yamato needed to be hearing. It didn't matter how many men put their dicks in Sai, or how casual he was about who he had sex with... and who the FUCK put so many rocks in this fucking field? Nothing made Yamato angrier than stumbling over rocks when he was tired and trying to walk. He definitely did not feel angry or upset about Sai losing his virginity to three men... Three men? He must not have heard that right. Which was fine, because it was none of his business.

And he must have misunderstood Kakashi's apparent offer of "special instruction and guidance." Kakashi, of all people, understood the line between sempai and student, even if Sai and Sasuke technically were of equal rank with them at that point. Kakashi would never cross that line. That night, years ago when Kakashi was his ANBU superior, was a special situation born from unique circumstances. And where did that thought even come from? That mess was ancient, private, history with no place in Yamato's highly ordered world. He glanced over his shoulder, feeling his gaze slide over to Kakashi's gloved hands, over to Sai's gloved hands, up to Sai's revealing half-shirt. Fucking rocks... Yamato regained his footing, hoping the other men hadn't seen him stumble. Elite shinobe did not stumble.

Kakashi's voice broke into his thoughts. "Here's a perfect spot, Tenzou."

Yamato smiled at the use of his... He hated to say real name. "Yamato" had felt more like his real name during the several years since Tsunade had given him the gift of joining team Kakashi.

He used his Mokuton Ninjutsu to create a small, wood house for their use that night. He kept it simple: One small room. They would only be staying one night, and they would only be using the house to sleep. They could take care of eating and other basic needs outdoors.

After a rushed, quiet meal all four men stumbled inside. Although light from the lowering sun still shone through the high windows, all four men immediately lay out their bedrolls. Yamato stretched out next to the wall closest to the door, parallel to Kakashi who ended up a little more than an arm's length away. Sai and Sasuke hastily lay their sleeping bundles across the room.

Yamato paid no attention as each of the other men slowly removed various vests, forehead protectors, and weapon and scroll pouches. He busied himself finding a comfortable sleeping position, definitely not watching Sai slowly remove one, then the other glove and placing them carefully at the foot of his bedroll. Yamato's exhaustion stole over him as he removed his own face protection and wrappings. His last conscious thought before he sank into sleep was that Kakashi still wore his mask to bed.

Several hours later Yamato woke out of a sound sleep, fully alert. His trained body tensed more in response to the hushed speaking tone than he would have if the voice had been yelling. Feigning sleep, he strained to tease individual words out of the stream of murmuring which had woken him.

Sasuke's low voice spoke barely above a whisper. "I know you can suck harder than that, Sai. Yeah... That's how I like it."

Yamato froze, horrified at overhearing such a private moment. Judging from the tension and- how to put it- sexual intent emanating from Kakashi's sleeping bundle, the copy nin was also fully aware of the activity taking place across the room.

The moonlight shone through the windows, illuminating Sasuke as he knelt, still across the small room but leaning back against the wall closest to Yamato and Kakashi's feet. Yamato's heart pounded as his eyes processed the vision of Sai on all fours in front of Sasuke, vigorously providing pleasure. Sasuke appeared to be completely naked, but Yamato's breath caught in his chest as he took in the moon bathed view of Sai still wearing pale colored briefs.

Yamato knew that Sai was ex-ANBU, nineteen years old, and years past the age when Tsunade had asked Yamato to keep an eye on him. Even then, the "eye" was only supposed to be on the lookout for suspicious activity. No one had ever mentioned promiscuous activity. None of his business. Not any of his business. What was it that fucking scroll had said? Think, think, think... He struggled to shift his focus until he heard Sasuke's voice, husky with commanding lust.

"Do you like sucking me off, Sai? Don't take your mouth off of me when you answer."

Sai's muffled, "Mmmmm hmmmm..." carried easily across the room, along with Sasuke's moans in response to the humming vibrations.

Yamato felt flushed. With embarrassment, of course. Not that this was the first time he had been in the vicinity of men engaging in post-mission sex, but usually the participants had the courtesy to leave the room, tent, or whatever and find a somewhat private place. There was an order, an etiquette of sorts, to this type of thing. He could barely contain his fury. His fury at having been woken up. He glanced over at Kakashi to get some idea of the best way to handle this situation.

Speaking of handling the situation... Apparently Yamato's idol thought this situation would best be dealt with by jacking oneself under the blankets and activating ones sharingan. What in the fuck was going on? He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to recall something, anything, from any scroll he'd ever read in his lifetime.

Sasuke's voice, slightly louder and with a hint of cruel taunting overlaying the sensuality, broke into Yamato's thoughts again.

"Iruka knows."

Yamato heard Kakashi's movements still. He squinted his eyes open just enough to glance over and see Sai slowing to a stop, until Sasuke wrapped his fingers in Sai's hair and quickly guided him back to his fast sucking pace.

Yamato watched Sasuke continue to grip Sai's hair, arching up into Sai's eager mouth as he goaded Kakashi.

"Iruka knows you use the sharingan to copy moves you see other men do. Moves you know I like."

Ohhh... Yamato did not want to hear this. Any of this. He didn't want rumors of Kakashi's involvement with Iruka or Sasuke (apparently Iruka and Sasuke would be more accurate) to be confirmed. He didn't want to know about Kakashi's perverted use of an ancient bloodline limit. He definitely did not want to know that Sasuke liked Sai's... moves. The thought of Kakashi watching and then using Sai's exact moves on Iruka was extremely disturbing. The pulsing he was ignoring in his own pants had nothing to do with all of this perverted activity. Nothing at all. What a relief that Sasuke was shaming Kakashi into minding his own business, though. That would make one less thing for Yamato to struggle to ignore.

Like he had to ignore the from-a-rear-angle profile view of Sai wrapping his hand along Sasuke's base and giving it a firm twist and upward thrust as his mouth slid up towards the head, then another firm twist and downward thrust as his mouth slid back down the shaft. As long as he was ignoring that, he might as well keep ignoring Kakashi since the same visual paired with Sasuke's maliciously sensual taunting had spurred Kakashi to resume his self-attentions at a slightly faster pace.

Sasuke's voice, slightly breathless, regained Yamato's attention. "Will you do this for Iruka? Will Iruka grip your hair and move his hips like this?"

Yamato shifted slightly to peer past Kakashi, who had blatantly sat up in order to get a better view of Sasuke slowly rolling his hips as Sai licked, sucked, and stroked him.

Yamato saw Sasuke running his fingers through and gripping Sai's hair. Being pleasured by Sai... Touching Sai... It took a moment for Yamato to realize the dull ache in his mouth was from his tightly clenched jaw. Anger from having been woken up, disturbed, and made uncomfortable by conversations and situations that should be private. Nothing more. Unable to tear his gaze away, Yamato saw Sasuke activate his own sharingan and tilt his head slightly back and to the side, looking directly at Kakashi.

The taunting cruelty slipped from Sasuke's voice, replaced by huskily timbred need. "Show me, Kakashi. Lower your blanket and let me watch you touch yourself. I want to be able to copy the exact way you like to be stroked. Please show me..."

Yamato knew he should look away. He actually moved his head slightly away, but his eyes remained on Kakashi the entire time he slowly lowered the blanket with one hand, to show his other hand briskly gliding up, over, and back down his now bared erection.

The sound of Sasuke's soft, panting breath traveled easily across the room, competing only with the wet noises from Sai's activity and the increasingly faster sounds of Kakashi's stroking hand.

Yamato's eyes refused to obey the faltering message sent from his brain and stubbornly remained open. With a will of its own, his gaze slowly shifted from Sasuke's sharingan eyes intensely focused on Kakashi's masturbation, down to his gorgeously flushed cheeks, over his bare body and down to Sai... Ohhh, Sai. Sai's so-teasingly-difficult-to-see mouth, lips, tongue, hand... Working so diligently to pleasure that bastard Uchiha who grabbed his hair with a little too excessive force, pushing Sai further onto his cock, intending only to torture Kakashi but inadvertently torturing...

Torturing nothing, Yamato thought, finally succeeding in closing his eyes once more. Not. His. Business. This was a private, perversely bizarre moment that he could not make fit into his neatly compartmentalized universe. Calling upon his deepest reserves of self discipline he reached into the farthest corners of his mind for distracting thought. In desperation he began running through the alphabet, thinking of respected shinobi for each letter: A... Asuma, B.... B.... Who's name started with mother-fucking B?

The sounds of Kakashi's panting layered on top of Sasuke's threatened to recapture Yamato's attention, but the rational portion of his brain finally came through. B for that creepy sand guy, Baki. C... Chouji. D....D...

Oh, god... Sai's moaning was obviously muffled by a mouthful of cock. Yamato's eyes flew open in time to see a now-smirking Sasuke, still using his sharingan, wet his lips and open his mouth to speak.

"Now come here and I'll show you what I've learned. And you can show me what you've learned, Sssensssei... " Sasuke hissed the word, lacing the eroticism with derisive mocking.

Through his acute embarrassment, Yamato felt some measure of relief. He took a deep breath in then slowly breathed out, finally closing his eyes with no difficulty. This humiliating torture was about to end. There was no way Kakashi-sempai would tolerate being ordered to perform for this boy.

The stealth sounds of Kakashi leaving his bedroll and approaching Sai and Sasuke were unmistakable.