Three's Company

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Not even for the holidays, WAHHHH!!!

Summmary: Naruto, Kakashi, and Tenzou all alone, in the woods, for three days. Things get interesting.


He was having a damn difficult time parting the waterfall, and to make things even worse, his clothes were getting soaked and he knew he looked like a fool standing there with his arms out and nothing happening.

He wanted to hurry up and do it so he could move on to practicing his Rasengan, but it was harder than he wanted to admit it was. They had made it seem so simple, bug he couldn’t get a hold on his impatient impulses for the life of him. And they were watching him. Watching him mess up time and time again, and it was so damn frustrating, but if he gave in now, he’d look like an even bigger failure and he wasn’t about to let some stupid wind manipulation get the best of him.

Seriously, what so good about having a Wind affinity? It wasn’t nearly as cool as a Fire or an Earth, hell even water jutsu were better. The most he could do was give someone a paper cut at this point.

Growling, he lowered his arms and grabbed the hem of his shirt. Maybe if he felt more relaxed and free, he would be able to concentrate better. He could feel his two sensei’s eyes on him, waiting for him to do something worth all their patience. Naruto slipped his black shirt over his head, sighing as he threw it on the ground and slapped his hands together again. His slim but well-defined muscles tensed with concentration, frustration and impatience. And it was hot, like the water around him was having no effect on the weather.

Yamato’s almond shaped black eyes watched his temp struggled to outlast his patience and smiled a little, even though at that point, there really wasn’t anything to smile about. It was just that the blonde boy was so interesting when he was angry, it was like watching the first sparks of thunder before a storm.

Those warm, calm black eyes eyed the teenager as the boy took off his shirt, and smiled wider at seeing the expanse of the skin exposed to his eyes. He knew Kakashi was watching him too, though not with the same obvious expression.

The two men watched the boy for close to an hour before Naruto got mad again and just stopped, hooking a thumb in the waistband of his black and orange pants.

“Ugh, I can concentrate! My feet hurt from standing here so long! This is stupid, why can’t I just cut a rock or something, why does it have to be water? I don’t see what….” He muttered on, dropping his sweat pants and kicking them off of the cliff. Standing in his tight black briefs, he walked over to the other side of the waterfall and carefully observed it for the weakest spot. Anything to make his task easier.

“Damn the boy has a tight little body, wouldn’t you agree Kakashi?” Yamato looked to his sempai and gave him a knowingly perverted grin.

“Tenzou, don’t do that--”

“Yamato.” The taller man corrected tritely.

“Whatever, don’t talk about him like that, he isn’t just anybody.” Kakashi didn’t take his eyes off of Naruto as he spoke, but didn’t disagree with his partner either. Yamato mumbled something unintelligible under his breath and said nothing more.

But it wasn’t like he was wrong, it didn’t matter who it was, the blonde kid had a nice body. Why Kakashi was being so protective over his comment, he didn’t know. Normally, he wouldn’t put it past Kakashi to objectify anything he saw appealing, no matter what it was, heck even that pink haired girl had gotten the leery eye from the silver-haired ex-ANBU. What made this kid so special?

“He’s going to save your ass one day, the least you can do is be nice and call him by his name.”

Yamato smiled. He thought he had lost his former ANBU captain for a while.

Suddenly a loud shriek caught their attention and they stiffened with alert, but calmed quickly when they saw that the direction the sound came from had water spewing all around it with one happy looking blonde teenager in the center.

“I did it! I split the water!” Sure enough, on either side of him, water was evenly parted and defying the laws of gravity, held apart by the wind he had learned to manipulate.

Kakashi smirked. That was faster than he anticipated. The boy let the water go and jumped excitedly down to land in from of his former sensei and current teammates.

“Now teach me that new jutsu you promised!” Forward as usual.

“Naruto…” Kakashi began, but was interrupted by the way Naruto was looking at Yamato. He was quietly giving the taller man a wary look, as if Yamato were about to do something strange, and Kakashi turned to see what Naruto was looking at. His eye narrowed at the other man, who was giving the boy an openly appraising stare, his wide eyes dancing hungrily over the teenager’s half naked form.

“Tenzou, what the hell—

“Oh come on Kakashi, the kid is stan---

“I said no.”

“No what?” Naruto asked. What was with that weird way Yamato-taicho was staring at him, as if he were a piece of meat? Nobody had ever looked at him like that before, and he found it to be confusing and unfamiliar. He wasn’t sure he liked it.

“Naruto get some clothes on so we can set up camp. Don’t mind Te—

“Yamato.”

“—he’s going to set up the cabin and do the cooking. Isn’t that right, Yamato?” Kakashi glared. Naruto’s blue eyes shifted back and forth, watching his two trainers glare at each other like they were about to come to blows.

“Why do I have to put my clothes on, I mean, if we’re going to be camping out here….it’s hot Kakashi-sensei, aren’t you hot?”

Yamato crossed his arms and smirked at Kakashi. “No Naruto, you don’t have to put your clothes back on—

“Tenzou, stop trying to get him to be your eye-candy and make us a cabin!” Kakashi threw Naruto his shirt and told him to put it on. Naruto stared blankly at it.

“But Kakashi-sensei, it’s dirty now, and it’s wet, that’ll be uncomfortable. I didn’t bring a change of clothes so I was gonna hang them out to dry.”

“Yes Kakashi-sensei, his clothes are dirty, you wouldn’t want him to be uncomfortable.” Yamato agreed, giving the blonde the once over again and licking his lips.

Kakashi sighed raggedly. He knew their night was doomed the moment Naruto took his shirt off. The boy had grown in the last 2 and a half years and it showed. Lankly arms and legs turned into sturdy, well formed limbs that were long and slim, not too much different from his younger years, but mature and curved with muscle. His chest was now a sight to behold, a flat, wide torso with dips and ridges in all the right places, curves in his washboard stomach and a beautifully expansive navel. And he couldn’t help but notice, this being the first time he had seen Naruto shirtless since he returned. Tenzou unfortunately, was too candid for his own good and the kid really could have done without some of his more inappropriate remarks.

Telling the other man to ‘shut up’ was like telling an average six year old to sit still. It was near useless.

“Come on Kakashi. It’s a compliment, I’m just saying that he has a nice body, I don’t see what’s wrong with my personal opinion.” Yamato continued on, as if Naruto wasn’t even there, but still watching him with that look.

Naruto cocked his head to the side and frowned. That’s what they were talking about. Well…

“I wouldn’t have pegged you as a perv, Yamato-taicho. But you’re even worse than Kakashi-sensei, shame on you.” He shook his finger teasingly, then smirked at the look on Kakashi’s face. Apparently he had thought Naruto was too dense to catch on to what they were talking about.

“I’m a boy, you pervert. Who says I appreciate your weird ass eyes on me anyway? Why is it always the seemingly cool ones that have to be wierdos?” He started to turn around and stalk back to the area he had dropped his pants, but thought better of it and backed away. He didn’t want those eyes getting anymore of a show that they were already getting.

Kakashi could have hit the ANBU for his stupidity, but he would only be wasting his effort on the idiot. When he had found out who the Hokage had chosen to take his place on their team, he had instantly feared for Sakura’s dignity, but he thought the last person he would be defending was Naruto.

Not that Tenzou wasn’t right. Naruto did have a sweet little body on him, but that didn’t mean he was going to let the boy be sexually harassed by his own teacher. They were there to train the boy, not strip him with their eyes, and damned if he was going to let his idiot partner distract the kid from his training. Even if Naruto was distracting.

“Yamato, why can’t you just control yourself for once? Do I have to ask you to leave?” Yamato chuckled at that and Kakashi knew why. It was a stupid thing to say.

“Well, I’ll ignore that. He’s practically grown, it’s about time he knew what it was like to be….” He paused trying to find the right word.

“Molested? Harassed?” Kakashi offered.

The other man shook his head like he wasn’t just insulted and put his hand on his chin. “That kid…he’s never had a girlfriend, or a boyfriend before?”

“No, and it will stay that way until he’s good and ready.” Kakashi said firmly. He knew he sounded like Iruka Umino at the moment, but he wasn’t going to let Yamato think he had that kind of freedom with the boy simply because Naruto wasn’t familiar with the attention. Taking advantage of his lack of knowledge, really, Tenzou was always like that. He was used to getting what he wanted without having to sacrifice his candidness, but by no means was he charming. Attractive, yes, charming, not even by a long shot. Simple-minded and too damn blunt for his own good, and that mouth of his had gotten him into trouble with Kakashi and other ANBU officers countless times in the past. But Kakashi was no longer his superior, and he didn’t even want to think that something so silly would cause any physical altercations. Naruto was mature enough to understand, granted, but he was innocent too…..wasn’t he?

Come to think of it, who did he run off to train with all these years? Jiraiya. Konoha’s most perverted shinobi, writer of the infamous Icha Icha Paradise, Violence, and Tactics series, which Kakashi indulged himself with shamelessly. Was the boy really as untainted as he thought him to be? His reaction to Tenzou’s leering attention had not been what Kakashi had expected. He had not reacted in surprise or any distinct form of being upset, he had even gone as far as to smirk and tease, knowing just what they were talking about.

Which begged the question: How much did Naruto know? Was he even still a virgin? Who knew with Jiraiya and his shameless perversions, the boy could have experienced a number of things on his journey. Obviously same-sex appreciation wasn’t one of those things. Yet he didn’t seem disgusted, only slightly bothered.

The movement of Yamato’s hand caused him to shift his attention off the spot Naruto once vacated and to the other ninja, watching him do a few hand signs to use his Mokuton Jutsu to create a cabin. How often that came in handy on long ANBU missions in the forest.

Naruto had rinsed off his already soaked clothing of the dirt and leaves, wrung it out, and slunk back to the newly erected cabin to find a place for them to dry. Somewhere close…

As he walked toward the wooden cabin, he wasn’t sure he wanted to go inside, as he just knew that his weirdo captain was in there, waiting for another chance to ogle him again. It wasn’t even so much that he was offended by it, as he was not used to it. Nobody had ever given him such a look, even when he was half naked, and so he didn’t know what to say or do when it was being directed at him. Yamato-taicho wasn’t an unattractive person that he would have otherwise had rather not warranted any attention from, actually, Naruto liked him from the moment they met, and had instantly developed a student-teacher kind of connection with him. He wouldn’t go as far as to say they were friends, but he trusted the man with his life, and that had to count for something.

Opening the door to the cabin, whatever was going inside had immediately stopped as one and a half pair of eyes rested on him. He brought his wet clothes to his crotch and gave the two Jounins a wary look, slowly edging along the wall to any room that offered some privacy. He damned his idiot self for not brining any other clothes to wear and kept his eyes on Kakashi as he made his way out the door and into another room. He could see Yamato was smiling at him, as if he were daring him to question what they were looking at. He wasn’t sure what to think about it.

Closing the door behind him, he sighed, leaning against the cool wood. Geez, what was he going to do? If he walked back out there, Yamato wouldn’t even try to hide his lecherous looks and Kakashi would just make him more uncomfortable. Kakashi always made him uncomfortable. It probably had something to do with the fact the he thought Kakashi was mysteriously attractive….and it made him nervous, especially now that he had been away so long.

Kakashi hadn’t changed much at all, but everyone else had, and he himself hadn’t changed a great deal either. He didn’t want to seem immature around his new teammate because Kakashi was no longer his sensei, which was a very sudden transition that he was taking a while to get used to. He still called him ‘Kakashi-sensei’ but then again, so did Sakura. But Kakashi had been watching him too…

Gulping, he figured he better just go out and face it, as it would only be this night he would have to suffer. Maybe he could get to know them a little better and hopefully Yamato-taicho would stop giving him that leery look. If he was sure what the look was for, then he could figure out what he was going to do about it. Surprisingly enough, he had been too concerned with learning new jutsu to get any experience of any sexual nature. He wasn’t virgin-minded, not by a long shot, he knew a lot more about sex than people gave him credit for, but he didn’t know about his own sexuality. It was just one of those things he didn’t bother with. It wasn’t like anybody had ever given him the time of day for him to spend thinking about it.

Padding almost silently into the kitchen, his eyes looked from Yamato to Kakashi, who were both now preoccupied with other things. Yamato was cooking dinner, and Kakashi had his head in Icha Icha Tactics, not paying him any mind. Naruto didn’t know why, but that bothered him a little.

Since it was already silent, he didn’t want to mess up the complacent mood, so he slid into a chair and watched the table intently, not sure if he should try to start up a conversation.

Sitting there in only his damp underwear was uncomfortable for various reasons, and Naruto continually shifted in his seat, trying not to let the raw wood irritate his behind. Yamato looked strange standing in front of the stove, cooking food for two other guys, but for some reason it wasn’t as emasculating as some people would think. It must have been an ANBU thing.

“Maybe we should go back outside. For a wooden house, it sure is hot in here.” Kakashi muttered, not looking up from his book. Naruto had his head tucked atop his folded arms, looking like an unwelcome guest, or a lost child or something, but really it was because he didn’t know what to do. One moment, it seemed like all they were going to do was stare at him, the next, it was like they didn’t even know he existed.

Having taken off his hitae-ate in the room he was in, which he decided was a closet, his damp blonde hair stuck to his forehead. But Kakashi was right, it was still too damn hot.

Although he wasn’t very eager to get up again and risk that watchful gaze, he actually found himself wanting to press the situation just to see what he would get out of it. After all, nobody had ever paid much attention to him and he was really interested in seeing if Kakashi would bicker with Yamato about it again.

Yamato covered the big pot and picked it up by the handles, clearly ready to follow Kakashi’s advice and take their dinner outside. Without taking his eye off of his book, the Jounin got up as well and slowly followed his ex-subordinate to the door. Yamato stopped. And looked at Naruto.

Smiling, “Naruto, why don’t you go on ahead and bring the bowls and things outside and set up. That way, everything will be ready by the time Kakashi and I get all the food out.”
And damned if it wasn’t a good reason to make the boy go first. Naruto blushed darkly and decided to give the taller man a run for his money.

“Why don’t you and I get the food out and Kakashi-sensei can set up the dishes?”

The smile didn’t leave Yamato’s face. “That’s fine too.”

Kakashi grunted and walked out the door, obviously forgetting or not hearing that he too had a job to do. Kakashi always was a lazy bastard.

A little too quickly for his liking, Yamato closed the door and spun on him, but slowly. Not wanting to scare the boy, he pointed over to the wooden dishes in the wooden cabinets.

“Grab those and bring them out and make Kakashi-sempai help you set them up.” For a few seconds he just stood and stared at Naruto, making the boy’s tan skin get redder.

Naruto went about carefully edging around the kitchen suddenly very conscious of how little he was wearing and picked up the entire cabinet, which was movable and distantly wondered if they were going to eat with wooden utensils as well.

“I was serious about what I said earlier.” He said all of a sudden. Naruto glanced up at him questioningly.

“You do have a very nice body, I just thought you wouldn’t mind knowing that.” Yamato smiled disarmingly, managing to pull off looking innocent, as he was known to do, and harmless.

Naruto looked away, not sure about his little plan now. It was awkward, even though he told himself earlier that the attention wasn’t such a bad thing, and he couldn’t think of a thing to say in response. Yamato understood and took pity on the boy, opening the door and picking up the large pot, walking out first.

Outside, Kakashi still had his attention on his beloved book, not caring how his teammates were slaving over their dinner. As Yamato stepped around him to put the pot down, he closed the book, smiling at the smell of delicious food emanating from the pot.

Naruto followed and went about setting down the wooden bowls and wooden spoons on the wooden table that he had yet to figure out how it got there. His long arms stretched as he put the dishes in their respective places, the definition in his shoulders making the tenses in his muscles visible with each movement. He bent over, unaware of the eyes on him as he did so.

Kakashi watched as his former student’s arms flexed gracefully under his taut skin, his eye gazing over the way Naruto’s hips curved and folded as he bent slightly to set the bowls on the table.

Then the blonde looked up as if finally noticing that he had an audience and blinked. He looked at the two of them looking at him and swallowed quietly, unconsciously bringing his hands down to cover his spandex clad crotch from the prying eyes that may have ventured down there.

“Uhh…I guess…umm…” He stuttered nervously.

The brunette smiled and with two steps was in front of the younger Genin and had placed a big warm hand on his shoulder. Naruto tensed.

“Don’t worry about it Naruto. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” Then the man leaned in, closer than Naruto was comfortable with, and concluded in a lower voice, “Trust me.”

Naruto shuddered and his jaw jumped. Once again he found himself at a loss of words, and didn’t know whether to punch the man for his forwardness or blush himself to death. His heartbeat was quickening and he was finding it difficult to breath calmly. He didn’t know what the feeling was, but it made him burn with embarrassment at being so obviously affected by the older ninja’s words.

He chanced a look at Kakashi, who was already meeting his eyes with his dull, gray, uncovered eye. For once he didn’t look bored. He looked more interested than anything, and it only made his younger blonde teammate blush deeper and look away.

“I made some soup from the herbs and vegetables I gathered while you were doing you leaf exercise. It’s really good though, I think you’ll like it.” Yamato had stepped away from him and started to sit down and serve himself from the big pot that rested on the fire. Naruto noticed the pot wasn’t wooden but didn’t ask.

He sat down as well, ignoring the eyes that he knew where going to be roaming other places and brought his own bowl to his lap, waiting for the chef to finish serving himself.

After they all had food in their bowls, Naruto knew that it would have been the perfect time to see what Kakashi would do to, but when he looked up to see, Kakashi was staring back at him, as if he were expecting him to be watching.

“I suppose I can be fair, just this once.” Is all he said and simply reached up and tugged his black mask down, taking a sip of the steaming soup.

Naruto choked gracelessly on his soup and started sputtering and coughing, trying to dislodge the shocked gasp that got caught in his throat. Yamato leaned over and patted his back firmly, smiling all the while and taking the boy’s bowl from his quivering hand lest he spill it. He would have warned the kid first if he knew Kakashi was going to do that, but then he supposed nothing could prepare him for what was under the Jounin’s mask.

Naruto closed his mouth after calming down from his near death experience and gulped audibly. Kakashi casually continued to eat, taking his time slurping the hot broth from his wooden spoon, as if his teammate didn’t just almost choke to death upon seeing his face.

Naruto’s sapphire eyes had widened comically, his jaw slackening and closing several times before he finally found his voice.

“C-couldn’t you have at least waited until I was finished swallowing my food?”

Kakashi glanced up at him. “Why? I didn’t expect you to react that way.”

His face….he knew there had to be something the silver-haired man was hiding under that mask but this was the last thing he ever considered. The man didn’t have blimp lips, or bucked teeth, or a tiny mouth. No, he wasn’t ugly or disfigured, in fact…he was devastatingly attractive.

Naruto’s throat had closed up and his tightening stomach refused to accept any food so when Yamato offered him his bowl back, he nodded and pushed it away. Then did a double take on Yamato’s face. The steel faceplate he usually had on was gone, revealing a perfectly formed jaw and sharply angled features that complimented him perfectly. Naruto looked away quickly. He was in trouble.

The other two finished their meal after thirds on each part and they all sat around the fire silently, and Naruto just knew it wouldn’t be long before they turned their attention to him. He thought of every excuse imaginable to not look at them as Yamato was the first to cast his sights on the semi nude blonde teenager. Kakashi had pulled his mask back up, saving the boy some further embarrassment.

“I don’t know about you two, but I’m going to call it a night…” Yamato stretched to emphasize this and ran a hand through his brown hair, getting up to go back into the house. It was darker now, the sun had set and the woods had gotten deadly silent.

Kakashi stood as well, putting his book into his weapons pouch and removing the pot from above the fire, but leaving the flames to blaze in the night. He would never know how thankful Naruto was for that. Naruto was the last to get up, making sure to keep his private areas more or less covered by his hand. Despite Yamato’s claim to be going inside, neither he nor Kakashi made a move to do so.

Naruto somehow just knew they were waiting for him. Lowering his head in defeat, he slowly walked past the two and to the house, trying with every effort to keep his hands from going to shield his backside.

“Damn,” Yamato muttered, shaking his head and glancing at Kakashi.

Kakashi was looking too. Naruto’s ass certainly was worth a ‘damn’. It had been a while since he had seen one so nice, and on a male no less.

Naruto burned with embarrassment, but couldn’t find his usual brashness to combat it with. His nerves caught in his throat and all he could let out was a groan of pure anxiousness.

The men followed behind him, one of them, he didn’t know which and he wasn’t sure he wanted to find out, closer than the other. Not wanting to seem like a girl, he held back from running into the nearest room with a door and glared at them, trying to figure out if they were planning something. And he wasn’t scared, he really wasn’t, but his nerves really were on edge at that moment, ready to spring into action at whatever move one or both of them made.

“You’ve grown Naruto,” Kakashi began, steel gray eye leveling with his own.

“Maybe you don’t know this, but you’re a more than decently attractive young man.”

Naruto blinked. Attractive? Him?

“Yamato is….” As if the other man couldn’t speak for himself, “…more inclined to let you know in more subtle ways than I am. But I’m sure you could tell that I’m not blind to your looks either. We—I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. I want you to know that we aren’t— he refrained from saying that he wasn’t so as not to scare the boy, because he didn’t know about Tenzou--- “here to do anything---

“—unless you wa---

“Yamato.” Kakashi reprimanded tersely. For an ANBU, the other was much too uncouth for his own good.

Naruto licked his lips unconsciously and let his wary gaze waver, slightly, nibbling on the flesh of his inner cheek anxiously. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do? He thought they were attractive too, did that mean that something was supposed to happen?

“Uh, I…is there a room that I sleep in or….”

Kakashi looked at Yamato. Naruto didn’t like the look.

“Well, because Ten---er, Yamato’s Mokuton Jutsu isn’t as advanced as the First’s, he isn’t able to create multiple sections in his wooden structure. This kitchen and that closet there, are the only two routes of escape, and so they are mandatory.”

Naruto’s brow lowered in confusion.

“What I’m saying is that the main room comprises of one large room big enough to house four people. Uh….I can’t say why, but that’s---

Naruto’s head fell into his hands and he groaned, “Could this night get any worse for me.”

Yamato smiled and held a finger up. “Actually, yes, it could---

“Damn it, could you stop doing that?” Kakashi scowled under his mask at the undercover ANBU.

The brunette shrugged, giving him an innocent look. It wasn’t his fault that he had never been the beat-around-the-bush kind of guy. Usually, his unnecessary truthfulness earned him a few hard looks and several slaps and countless kunai thrown at him, but his former sempai had never been bothered by it back then, or not that he could tell. Now, Kakashi was somewhat stricter than he used to be, but Yamato guessed that it came with the territory of being a sensei to a group of unruly Genin. They were both grown men, he didn’t see why the Jounin was being so pissy about it. He wasn’t going to molest the boy.

Not physically anyway.

Naruto gave up. It was pointless trying to hide anything now. They were going to be spending the night together, he might as well have gotten used to his lack of dress sooner rather than later. At least now he knew he had, as Yamato put it, nothing to be ashamed of.

He had never thought about it. He didn’t think he was a bad looking kid, but his description of himself never really went beyond average, or plain. It was just him, it wasn’t like he was going to hit on himself, he didn’t see why he should have wasted his precious time on worrying about how he looked. Sure, when he was naked in front of one well-known perv, and one closet perv, things tended to be a lot more uncomfortable for reasons he couldn’t explain, but otherwise, he hadn’t expected anybody else to comment on his looks.

Especially not Kakashi.

Kakashi, with that face--- lord it had to be wrong to be so attractive--- thought he was worth commenting on. And Yamato, the unexpectedly more perverted one of the two, had his own appeal, striking face, tall, firm looking body, though not very much taller than Kakashi, and a stunning smile. And they had thought he was worth the comparison.

Maybe….maybe it wasn’t so bad liking their attention. It felt weird, but at the same time, he wanted to experience more of that feeling. It was the most attention he had ever gotten in his life. But then….he wouldn’t want to be the only one not saying anything.

Biting his bottom lip, he shyly (not childishly) looked down at the floor and mumbled in and almost inaudible voice, “I think you guys are a-attractive too.”

Yamato smiled that gorgeous smile and Kakashi…he wasn’t sure the other man was making any facial expression under that mask.

“Well Kakashi is definitely better looking than I am. It’s been a while since I’ve seen his face, and I was almost as stunned as you were. Of course, I have better ways of hiding that.”

Naruto blushed harder, feeling silly at having reacted the way he did.

“You think Kakashi-sensei is attractive, Yamato-taicho?” He asked in a louder voice, curiosity pushing aside his nervousness.

“That’s not the word I’d use, but sure kid, I guess I think so.”

“What word would you use?”

Yamato looked at Kakashi, who was looking back at him.

“Yes Yamato, what word would you use?” This was interesting. He had heard back when he was an ANBU that the younger officer had a crush on him, but he didn’t think it was true.

“Sexy. For lack of a better word. For you, you’re a hot kid, I think hot suits you, Naruto.” He replied unashamedly. They were all, more or less, grown men with healthy opinions.

“Well I….” The blonde fidgeted. “Isn’t this….isn’t something wrong with this?” Yeah, like where were the girls in this conversation.

“This? No, nothing is wrong. You must mean something is different. Not wrong.”

“Okaayy…”

Silence ensued for the next 11 seconds before he spoke again, this time with more conviction, “So I’m gay…?”

Yamato laughed. “I don’t know, are you?” He asked.

“Well I like girls….”

“Then you aren’t gay. There’s a word for what you—we—are. It’s called being bisexual, having attraction to both genders, and there isn’t anything wrong with you. You’d be very surprised to know that most ninja are bisexual, including your former sensei, Iruka Umino.”

“He didn’t say he was attracted to us, he said he found us attractive. There’s a difference, Yamato.” Kakashi elaborated, crossing his arms and leaning against the wooden counter.

“Alright, so Naruto, are you attracted to either or both of us? The way you would be attracted to a female?”

Naruto shrugged, not sure how to answer. He had never really been attracted to a female before. Sakura was a crush; he wouldn’t say she was something he always thought about, sexually or otherwise. He didn’t think of things like that.

“I don’t know.”

“Well we aren’t going to force you to find out.” Kakashi said before Yamato could get a word in.

“Are either of you attracted to me?” He shot the question back boldly, making Kakashi raise a silver eyebrow and Yamato to smile even wider. Geez, could his smile get any bigger?

“I find you sexually appealing, yes.” He answered.

Kakashi was silent.

“Come on Kakashi-sensei, if you think so, say so. If not, my world isn’t going to end.”

“I was thinking. You know, the transition between teacher-student to teammates takes a while to complete. I still think of you as my student and I know you think of me as your teacher. I’ve never been attracted to any of you three, not to say I didn’t find you all attractive in your own respective rights. But this isn’t something I ever thought about happening, so forgive me for taking my time with the answer to your question.” He
explained.

It didn’t really matter, he just thought that if they had to talk about it, then they were going to talk about it. What happened after was up to them, not him. After a minute of thinking, Kakashi shrugged, cocking his head to the side.

“I guess there’s nothing morally wrong about being attracted to you. However, liking someone, and being attracted to someone are two very different things for different reasons. I don’t dislike you Naruto, but I don’t like you the way you like Sakura or the way she likes Sasuke. If I must say, then I’d have to say, you’re worth the effort to explore a sexual relationship with.”

Naruto pursed his lips. So now that that was over….

“Alright, I’m going to bed, see you guys tomorrow morning.” And he would stay up for a few hours thinking about the conversation, but he wasn’t going to push things any further.

“I’ll be going to bed as well.”

Kakashi followed, obviously because they didn’t have any sleeping bags, he would have to use one of his camping jutsu to compensate.

“We’re going to sleeping on the hard wood---

“No.” A few hand signs and Kakashi had made three rolls of beds appear. Naruto was awed.

“How’d you do that, sensei?!”

“It’s not that hard.” Kakashi said without answering the question.

“Tomorrow, we’ll be waking up early to practice the jutsu I was talking about. You’ll need your rest, so I suggest you go to sleep now.”

Naruto frowned. What crawled up his ass and died?

He grabbed a bedroll and took it to the farthest corner of the room, not wishing to piss his sensei off more than he already unknowingly had. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked the last question? Maybe he should have just left it at what Yamato-taicho had said. Were things going to be awkward the next day? He hoped not.

He pulled the covers over him and settled into the white sheets. Whatever they talked about earlier he hoped wouldn’t affect the way they interacted tomorrow, because if it did, then after they got Sasuke back, then Kakashi would probably want to stay away from him.

If only he hadn’t been so forward, maybe he wouldn’t have inadvertently made Kakashi uncomfortable admitting that he was appealing. Obviously the man wasn’t used to it, otherwise he was calm about everything else.

Naruto didn’t know how long he lied there wide awake, but he hadn’t even sensed the person who was now breathing down his neck approaching. He jumped and started to turn over and claw the intruder’s eyes out, but Yamato grabbed his arms and pinned them to the floor.

“Relax Naruto, it’s just me.” Naruto sighed in relief, but didn’t relax. What was Yamato-taicho doing in his bed?!

“Taicho, what are you doing o--

He was silenced by a warm pair of lips on his neck followed by an eager tongue licking up to his jaw slowly. Ohhhh…

Oh god.

He grunted as Yamato shifted his, Naruto noticed, half naked body on top of his own smaller one. His heart rate accelerated the instant the man’s hand found his hip, the other still holding his left wrist captive.

“N-no, I don’t think I….” He started. But dear him that mouth had latched onto his earlobe.

Naruto’s mind went into overdrive.

What was going on? Didn’t they say they were going to sleep? Didn’t he have to get up early in the morning? Did he somehow give off the vibe that he wanted this? Did he not want this? Weren’t things progressing too fast? And just where did Yamato’s hand think it was going?!

Grabbing the wandering hand, Naruto twisted his head against his pillow, trying in vain to get away from Yamato’s hot---dear god--- sucking mouth. The older man stopped.

“Naruto, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m sorry I…I was under the impression that you didn’t mind….”

“But I didn’t say I would have sex with you. We have to save Sasuke. How can I think of doing that when he’s out there----

“If you trust in yourself to bring him back, then that’s what will happen. You think Sasuke stops in the middle of doing something he wants to do and thinks about you?”

Naruto shook his head and put his hands on Yamato’s chest to push him away. “Who said I wanted this?”

“You don’t?”

“…..”

Yamato smiled down at him and went back to nibbling leisurely along his collarbone, this
time keeping his hands to himself and his body hovering above the younger boy’s so that all that made contact was his mouth and chest, because Naruto still hadn’t lowered his arms.

Naruto moaned quietly, not sure if he should have been making any noise. Kakashi could have been sleeping….

His hands pressed against the man’s torso, but didn’t push him away. He just….needed something to do with his hands. It was silent, save for his now excited breathing and what he was sure was his heartbeat drumming in his ears, but Yamato didn’t make a sound.

“You don’t?” Yamato whispered against the sensitive skin of his neck. Naruto groaned, confused and bothered by the question. It was better when they weren’t talking….

“W-what?” He asked breathlessly, curling his fingers into the man’s chest, trying to figure out if there was more he could do than just lie there. He had obviously forgotten about their previous conversation.

“You don’t want this?” Hot lips blazed a sensuous path back up to his jaw where they latched on and sucked softly on the flesh there. Naruto whimpered pathetically. Nobody had ever…

“Ah god,” he gasped when Yamato’s teeth scraped across his jaw line and to his chin, nibbling teasingly on it before kissing his way down to the boy’s adams apple. Oh no, Naruto thought, it was hot in the room now. Too hot. And his vision was hazy. And his mouth was dry. Was that what it was supposed to feel like? It felt like he was going to combust any second, like if he let this blurry-heat-like feeling go on, that he would end up having a heatstroke. And surely that tightening in the pit of his stomach meant something was amiss.

“S-stop…too—uhh, too hot…” The chuckle vibrated against his neck, making him jerk slightly in surprise. What was so funny about that?

“That’s what I was thinking. But I haven’t even gotten started yet, we don’t have time to cool off.”

“No, I…feels weird.” He mumbled incoherently, not trusting himself to elaborate, for he didn’t know what mass of senseless stupidness would come out of his mouth if he tried.

“Hmm, kid you’ve never been horny before? Then this will be interesting.”

And Yamato’s hand were back on him, on his hips, on thighs, and his lips….when had they gotten down there? His own hands grasped the older ninja’s arms as he instinctively arched up into the hot wet mouth that encircled his nipple.

“Ah, Yamato-taaii, that feels so good.” Naruto couldn’t see much of anything in the dark, but he could tell that by the way his eyelids felt that the room was hazy. If felt like he was drunk in a way, the same warm feeling in his gut, and the room disappearing into a background only he could see. It was only him and Yamato, and he felt like they were floating in space. Hot, tingling, dizzy space. His fingers found the brunette’s head in the dark and ran them through the fuzzy mane. He pressed on it a bit, not wanting to force the man into stopping. He didn’t want Yamato to stop.

The hand on his hip lowered enough to push his tight briefs down a little, just enough so that they could stroke at his exposed skin under the cloth. A high-pitched moan was pulled from him as teeth closed on his hypersensitive nipple. Both of his hands were on his teammate’s head now, pushing him into his chest even as his back arched to meet it. It felt good, so good, he wondered how such a simple thing could make him feel like he was---

“Ahh!” He cried, biting his lip when Yamato’s right hand brushed against his bare pelvis, so close to his throbbing erection, yet so teasingly far. Damn those hands knew what they were doing, and Naruto wasn’t about to object if they wanted to go into unfamiliar territory. Oh god, how he wanted to be touched, no needed to be touched. He was so hard it hurt, but it hurt so good, and he just knew those hands could make it better. Oh yeah….all better….

“You just couldn’t keep your damn hands off the boy, could you Tenzou?”

Naruto jumped at the sudden voice that was neither his nor the man who was working on his chest. Kakashi was awake. He made to push Yamato’s head away but the other man moved up by himself, turning to look at Kakashi.

Then, Naruto wasn’t sure if it was to spite the other Jounin or simply to embarrass him, Yamato’s right hand slipped right down his navel, into his underwear, and wrapped around his aching hard cock in one swift movement. His body snapped against the contact, and he let out what had to be the bitchiest moaning noise Yamato had ever heard. But it was the desired reaction.

The young teen’s head flew back and his arms went up to fling themselves around the man’s neck. Oh god, he whimpered, burying his head into Yamato’s neck to stifle his cries

“Fuck sempai, you can’t tell me this kid isn’t hot.” The ANBU cursed, stroking the cock in his hand slowly. He couldn’t see Kakashi, but he knew that he was watching, watching his former student enjoy the ministrations of his former subordinate’s hands and mouth, as he went to nip at the smooth skin in the crook of Naruto’s collarbone.

“Tenzou, you’re taking advantage of him. He doesn’t even understand what you’re doing.”

Naruto could hear the voices, but he couldn’t be bothered to hear what they were talking about, too far gone with pleasure to care. Yamato’s hand felt amazing, he never knew it could feel quite that good. Everything just felt so hot and so good, he didn’t even care anymore that Kakashi had woken up. And he must have been watching. Naruto didn’t care about that either. So long as that hand didn’t stop what it was doing.

“Give him more credit than that, sempai. He knows what feels good.” His hand in the boy’s briefs shifted ever so slightly, so that his wrist was comfortably aligned with the blonde’s hipbone. Tightening his hand around Naruto’s dick, he smirked into the younger ninja’s neck and changed the pace and force of his strokes from slow and gentle, to firm and swift, almost violent.

Kakashi watched in the dark, his eye having been adjust well by then, as Naruto’s entire body bent upward into Yamato’s and his hands greedily pull the man even closer to him. The boy’s eyes were closed in pleasure and his mouth open to let the loud cry escape…and the look on his face was ….

“Fucking gods Yamato, oooohhh!” Naruto nearly screamed as his hip was seized in his tormentor’s left hand and his erection was being worked expertly with his right. His muscles tensed and quivered against him, and his legs, he didn’t know when, had tightened themselves around Yamato’s waist. His hips pumped up to meet the hand that was driving him insane, not caring at all what he must have looked like at the moment.

….pure lust.

And that whining, god the kid sounded like such a slut. It was so fucking hot.

“Naruto.”

“Nuhhh…” The shaking blonde under him groaned in response to his name, which he had almost forgotten.

“How does it feel?”

“Fuuuck, it’s so gooooddd….”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“Uhhh---ohhhh, no please, god don’t stop!”

Kakashi couldn’t argue with that logic, but couldn’t believe that his Naruto, the boy who always begged him for ramen, the loudmouth brat who never ceased to surprise him, his student, still only a Genin, was below an undercover ANBU Jounin, getting jerked off in a wooden cabin and loving every second of it.

He hadn’t considered making a move on the boy when he told him that he was worth exploring a sexual relationship with, hell the thought hadn’t even really crossed his mind in detail. But now he had to accept that if Naruto had made up his mind and that he was a mature shinobi, capable of making his own decisions, no matter what they were. And if Naruto wanted to be pleasured by his older, bigger, more mature teammate, who was an ANBU in disguise, then it was then it was strictly Naruto’s choice.

So he just stood there and watched the two. Watched as Yamato released his hand from Naruto’s underwear, jerked the material down his slim hips and moved up between the boy’s legs. Watched as Yamato grinded his hips into his little lover. Watched as Naruto moaned and bucked under him. Watched Naruto reach his climax, the look on the boy’s face, the sounds he made, the way his whole body reacted.

Damn it he was so hard.

He wanted to reach out and touch Naruto’s sweat glistening skin, and do those things Yamato was doing to him, but he felt that if he did, he would be punished somehow for it. Something had to be wrong with sleeping with a student---no---he was his teammate. Same difference. But Naruto didn’t look like he minded either way, and by the sound of it, he sure wasn’t having any second thoughts or worries about what might have happened. But Kakashi….he’d always been a by-the-book kind of guy, only breaking the ‘rules’ to defend his comrades. This wasn’t a life or death decision, it was a duel in his mind on whether or not he should push Yamato aside and fuck the blonde teenager into the floor. One of them sounded far more appealing than the other.

If for just one night, just one time, he could stop being a shinobi, and stop worrying about the next day, and his other two former students. If he could stop thinking about what god above would punish him for violating the beautiful panting boy underneath his partner. If he could stop thinking about everything, but there and then…..he could push it all away, and just for one night, have something he wanted. For him. Not for Konoha, not for his teammates, and not for Sasuke. For him. Then his decision would be so much easier, but…


“Sempai, listen to him.”

Kakashi was swayed out of his melodramatic thoughts by Yamato’s voice.

Listen to him….

“Nhhghh, Kakashi-senseeii….I-I….why are you just standing there? Fuck---ahhhhh, why won’t you….” The boy mumbled the rest in incoherent jibberish, too overcome with the feeling of his older lover’s hips thrusting firmly against his own.

“I think he wants you to do something other than stand there. Maybe….”

Kakashi said nothing.

Naruto tilted his head back to give Yamato access to his pink, glistening neck, hissing when he was rewarded with a particularly sharp thrust to his pelvis. He didn’t know what was happening, or if Yamato was feeling as good as he was, but he didn’t ever want it to end.

Now it was smoldering hot in the room, and he couldn’t tell if it was him, Yamato’s body heat, or the temperature in the room making him sweat, but the heat was no longer an unwanted feeling. Coupled with his brown-haired teammate’s hot body and his own burning desire, it was more welcomed than it was a few minutes ago.

His mind refused to help him think about anything else but the person on top of him and the person watching them. Kakashi….oh how he wished that man would get down there and do something to him. He seriously wasn’t going to just watch he and Yamato have sex.

Was he? Wasn’t Kakashi hot? Didn’t he feel the urge to do something more than watch? If he did, Naruto wouldn’t have given it a second thought; he’d let Kakashi do anything he wanted to him.

His thighs contracted as another wave of pleasure rippled through his groin, his breath coming out in harsh, desperate pants.


“Ya-ma-to, let me….let me up….” He whispered, wriggling under the man and trying to sit up. Yamato begrudgingly rolled off the boy, letting him rise from the bed pallet to do what he wanted to do. He was interested in what the blonde teen was going to do.

Kakashi almost took a step back when Naruto stood and sauntered up to him, inches shorter than he and stopped in front of him. The boy wasn’t looking at him, in fact, he looked shy as if he were about to ask his crush out on a date. He looked disturbingly innocent for what he had just been doing. But he knew…he knew what the kid wanted.

“Kakashi-sensei, I….well I mean, I just want you to know….I’m not a….I mean I’ve never….don’t you…”

The last part he barely heard.

“…like me?”

There in lied the problem. Kakashi didn’t like him, or maybe Naruto wasn’t putting the term in its correct context, either way he didn’t want the boy to feel as if he were being used. Which was exactly what would happen if Kakashi touched him. He would take Naruto, but he wouldn’t like him. It was a sad fate for a virgin, but he was a ninja and didn’t have time to really care.

“Naruto, if you want me to sleep with you right now, right here, I won’t have you confusing it with me liking you. I told you, there’s a difference.”

“I know…and I still want….” No longer quite as shameless as he was moments ago, Naruto bit the inside of his lip nervously. Yamato had seduced him, but he knew next to nothing about using sexual charm to get what he wanted. So he just stared up at Kakashi with imploring blue eyes and hoped that he wouldn’t have to be the one to make the first move. After all, he had no idea what he was doing.

Kakashi said nothing else as he reached out to rest his hand on the fox container’s shoulders and pulled him forward into him, staring down with one steel expressionless eye. He would do this; and it wasn’t because he was taking pity on the teen or because he didn’t want Yamato to have the boy for himself. It was because he wanted to, and because he felt he deserved it. People were always too absorbed in his physical appearance to realize that he hadn’t gotten any in ages; hell if he was going to turn such an appealing opportunity down.

Yamato sat on the sidelines, absentmindedly touching himself through his Jounin issue navy blue pants, the same ones Kakashi was wearing, but Kakashi went to bed fully clothed save for his shoes and vest. It might have looked like he just got kicked to the curb, but he didn’t see it that way. The way he saw it, he got to watch two beautiful people go at it, and if he was lucky, he would get to participate with not only Naruto, but his former sempai as well.

Kakashi felt his resolve crack.

In the dark room, Naruto was suddenly very surprised when he was shoved backwards and into the nearest wall, his back slapping loudly against the wood. For the moment, he was feeling very real hurt, but then Kakashi was there, with his---mouth---on his, kissing the blonde haired shinobi for all he was worth. Naruto didn’t bother with the details of why he’d been pushed and clumsily slid his tongue against Kakashi’s moaning softly at the wet heated contact of the other man’s lips. He realized, he was certain, that if Kakashi hadn’t been roughly pressing him against the wall, he would have fallen from the white-hot burst of heat that exploded in his lower extremities.

Yamato had taken the liberty of divesting himself of his pants and was now in his own briefs, squeezing and stroking himself obscenely, satisfied with watching the two sexy shinobi make out like they were drowning. And that was okay because it was just them. Nobody was around to tell them it was wrong, even though it had to be. Nothing should be so hot.

Kakashi broke the kiss and just about tore Naruto’s underwear down his legs, dropping to his knees in front of the boy to take them off of his feet. Naruto subconsciously complied, his mind still in far more euphoric realms. He was so horny he thought he would die before they got to the best part. And when Kakashi went his knees, Naruto had to learn to hold himself up because he thought he was going to fall again.

“Yamato, get over here.” Yamato was surprised Kakashi remembered he was there, but wasted no time going to him. He was snatched forward into Naruto and lip locked. So he was going to participate after all.

Naruto moaned into his open mouth, squirming at the feeling of Kakashi’s slow hands on his dick, playing with him and driving to sure insanity. He gave in to the crazy feeling in his gut and bucked into those hands, whimpering against Yamato’s tongue, which was trying to lick his tonsils. He would give in, and he would let them do whatever they wanted, and he would enjoy, even if for just one night. He would offer them every part of him and he expected every part of them in return. They wanted him, and tonight, that was all that mattered. Right then, Sasuke’s safety was put aside and he was going to enjoy himself tonight.

He deepened the kiss, licking eagerly the roof of Yamato’s sweet mouth and swallowing the hot tongue making its way down his throat. God damn, Yamato was a great kisser, and though he had nothing to compare it to, he would bet his dream to become Hokage on it.

What the hell was that?!

Breaking away from the tongue duel, he looked down to see what the fleeting wet feeling was on his cock only to see two eyes and a mask-less face staring back at him. Did Kakashi just lick him?

Kakashi had natural bedroom eyes and all he had to was look at him to make him weak in the knees. Then he licked the head of Naruto’s erection again, and Naruto’s knee jerked spastically, a sure sign that he was soon going to lose the ability to stand.

Yamato’s black eyes were glued to the sight as well, as he watched Kakashi slide the entire head of Naruto’s gorgeous cock into his mouth. The boy let out an uncontrollable gasp that sounded suspiciously like someone was choking him. A hand went down to play with his nipples, doubling the pleasure.

Naruto knew he looked and sounded like nothing but a cheap whore, be that as it may, he needed this and he didn’t realize how badly until Yamato showed him. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Yamato’s hardness. “Fuck.” He breathed upon feeling it’s size and heat. It was almost overwhelming, all of the feelings and touches and pleasure, he wasn’t sure he was going be able to maintain control much longer.

Kakashi sucked a little harder and grabbed a handful of the boy’s tight little ass and groaned around him.

Ah, who was he kidding, he lost it the moment Yamato stuck his hand down his briefs.

Someone had to do something or he was going to go clear out of his mind, and he knew, instinctively, what he wanted them to do.

“Fuck me please!” He whined desperately and he didn’t care who did it, just as long as one of them was willing.

Kakashi’s mouth was off of him in a flash. Before he could ask why, he was yanked down to the floor and his legs easily gave out. His legs were pulled apart roughly and he was pinned face down on the floor, the hand on his head making sure he didn’t get up. Not that he wanted to.

Jerking his mask up and off of his face, Kakashi flung it aside carelessly and stuck two fingers in his mouth. He was so damn horny, and he was using the very last scraps of his resolve to prepare Naruto lest he hurt the boy. He wanted him to enjoy it, not regret it. He wet them good and wasted no time shoving them up the blonde kitsune’s ass.

Naruto howled when the long digits invaded his virgin pucker, moving forward to get away from them but the hand on his head tightened and he stilled himself, dealing with the uncomfortable feeling. It wasn’t that it hurt, so much as it just felt weird.

Until Kakashi started twisting his fingers inside of him. He whimpered, moaned, and hissed as he was hastily prepared and the fingers withdrew to be replaced with something blunt and hot. Before Naruto could protest at the loss, Kakashi slowly pushed forward and steadied his shaking hand on the boy’s head, silently swooning at the tightness and heat of Naruto’s freshly broken-in ass.

Had he been anyone else, and not the Kyuubi container, he would have surely cried out in pain at the sudden intrusion, but Naruto just let out an inhuman growl and pushed his hips back to meet Kakashi’s. Peach colored lips parted to moan his painful pleasure, but his head was pulled up by the blonde strands of his hair and Yamato was in front of him, sitting, but now completely naked in front of him so that his mouth was at level with the other man’s crotch.

“Blow him.” Kakashi instructed.

Naruto looked up into the ANBU’s dark eyes and did as he was told. Slipping his sweet little lips over Yamato’s cock at the same time Kakashi started thrusting, he moaned hotly around the thickness in his mouth and watched as the eyes he was heatedly staring up at rolled in the back of the brunette’s head and Yamato hissed a curse.

Still in every stitch of his clothing minus the mask, Kakashi dug his fingers in the boy’s hips, his pants brushing the tan thighs as he rotated his hips and spread his legs a little further apart to gain a good rhythm against Naruto’s prostate, which a sharp gasp had indicated had been struck.

Naruto didn’t like this slow stuff. He wanted if fast and hard and rough, damn it he wanted to be fucked not made love to! Licking around Yamato’s cock, he demanded in a lustful, needy voice,

“Harder Kakashi! God please do it harder!”

Kakashi ignored the wanton pleas and set his own pace, not going too fast or too slow, but with just enough speed to infuriate his blonde lover. Naruto would get what he wanted, but Kakashi wasn’t going to settle for a quicky, no, he wanted to take his time fucking his hot younger teammate and when he was good and ready, he would pound the brat into the floor. Until then, he was satisfied watching him lick Yamato like he was a creamsicle and he had to admit, Yamato had a nice dick. Smooth, pale, proportionately stretched skin, with not too many veins and a perfect crown of a head. No tan lines. He liked it.

Yamato meanwhile, couldn’t help but guide his hand up to teach Naruto the right way to suck cock---not that he had any personal experience of such things---but then it was obvious the kid was inexperienced.

Covering Kakashi’s, who had yet to removed his grip on Naruto’s hair which thankfully wasn’t too tight, he pushed his head down gradually until the boy gagged and pulled back. Of course he didn’t know how to take a cock past his throat, but if Yamato ever had his way in the future, after their mission was over, he would teach him.

Naruto made a sound around him again in agitation. Hadn’t he made it clear that he wanted it faster? Kakashi was barely moving! Wiggling his hips, trying to get some more friction between his cheeks, he was stopped by Kakashi’s other hand latching on to his hip and holding him still.

Damn control! Kakashi always had to be in control, and Naruto, for once, did not like this trait in his former sensei.

“Keep sucking.”

Once again he focused on Yamato, who had his knees bent around his head, effectively holding him in place with a firm hand and sucked him softly, wringing a nice groan from him.

“Naruto, suck me a little harder…uhyeah that’s it…just take a little more….”

As Naruto’s mouth was descending on Yamato’s cock, Kakashi decided that then was a good time to pull back and shove into him particularly hard and he was pushed forward unceremoniously, gagging and choking when his mouth was shoved down to the base, his throat involuntarily opening up to swallow the rest of Yamato’s erection.

“Fuck! Kakashi!” Yamato swore. But did Kakashi have to be so rough with the boy? It was his firs---

Nah, rough felt really good. In fact, he was sure he hadn’t ever experienced anything so good on his neglected cock. He was a ladies (and man’s) man, but being an ANBU captain left extremely little time for private affairs, and so he was going cold on his fourth month of no sexual contact at all. Then he met the blue-eyed beauty know as Uzumaki Naruto, and could tell that whoever managed to score that pert little ass was going to be a lucky man someday. Though he never thought he and Kakashi would be so lucky. Together. At the same time.

Naruto struggled to get his head up as Kakashi marginally sped his thrusts up, but Yamato seemed to have forgotten that he could choke to death. In a last ditch effort to save himself, he nabbed the man’s balls and squeezed hard enough for Yamato to yelp and yank his head back. The idiot smiled sheepishly when he saw Naruto was breathing like he had run from Suna to Konoha nonstop.

“Oh, sorry Naruto. It just felt so good, I hadn’t realized I was choking you.”

Well, Kakashi thought, he’d better either learn to get used to it, or pace himself, because he was really about to really let go on the boy.

“Geez, I could have died with your dick down my---AHH SHIT!” God damn it!

It was time to stop playing around. Naruto was about to get what he’d been begging for. He was about to get fucked.

Kakashi grunted, pulled the now wailing teenager into him and started to pound the tight tan little ass of Uzumaki Naruto with all of his strength. Very soon Naruto was screaming and crying, not in pain, but because he couldn’t feel the rest of his body and all that existed in his pleasure filled mind was his ass and his cock, everything else just seemed to have drifted away. Nothing had ever felt so good in his life.

The tears wouldn’t stop pouring out of his eyes, Kakashi was going so damn fast, so damn rough. He loved it.

Yamato moved away from him, obviously wanting to get a better look at the action. It made him so hard to see Kakashi fucking in the sexually charged boy. Naruto looked very hot at the moment, but Kakashi was so sexy it made him dizzy. Mask gone, hitae-ate discard and wild hair dripping with sweat, he just made the perfect picture of sexuality. It almost convinced Yamato that if he looked up the word ‘sex’ in Konoha’s Fire Dictionary, he would see a picture of Kakashi Hatake as a definition. It sounded stupid, but he couldn’t think of anything more arousing at the time.

He wanted to fuck Naruto, heaven knows he did, but he really wanted to sample that gorgeous ass of Hatake’s more than anything. He wanted in on the action as well, but he would wait to see if their night would end after the two stunners were finished. He hoped not. In fact, he wasn’t at all concerned that it would. Kakashi had ridiculous stamina, and Naruto, being the container of a nine-tailed demon, had even more. The night was still young.

“Fuck!” Kakashi hissed out, gasping and moaning at the feeling of his former student’s ultra-tight ass. Gods, the kid was sooo tight, and so deliciously warm and silky inside, he just wanted to screw the boy forever. Too soon he felt the beginnings of an orgasm creeping up on him and he wanted to make it last longer, so he slowed down at a more controlling pace, loosening his hold on his lover’s hips.

Naruto was a loud boy by nature, so it shouldn’t have been a wonder he was so vocal during sex. Boy was he ever vocal. Not that he didn’t have a reason to be. Kakashi had been going ninety on his ass, like he was possessed, but somehow, he managed to pull it off making it feel so controlled. All that must have been the almost limitless perks of being a Jounin. And Kakashi wasn’t just any Jounin. He and Sandaime had been equally matched in power.

Kakashi was powerful, smart, and the best damn thing that ever pushed Naruto to the floor and shoved its dick up his ass in forever. See, not just anybody could do that. Well, there was Yamato-taicho, who he just had to get a piece of.

“Fu-u-u-uuuuhhhhhckGOD!” His body was spasming so hard it felt dangerously close to a seizure, but the tight clenching of his ass as he came again made Kakashi’s cock set fire to his hypersensitive hole and he almost blacked out from the pleasure.

Yamato dragged his hand up and down his hardness, trying to bite back the urge to moan with Naruto. Oh geez, he thought, the boy’s moans were what pornography was made of. Nothing sounded sexier. Kakashi’s grunts made his balls ache something fierce, but those moans could make him lose it all within just a few strokes.

As if he couldn’t get any louder, Naruto’s voice picked up tempo and rose several octaves when Kakashi’s hips drove into him from behind, slapping loudly in the large room. Yamato licked his lips and groaned. Or maybe he would like to take Naruto’s place. Either sounded good to him.

He propped himself over by a near wall and put his left hand on top of his right. Four strokes and he was finished, arching his ass up off the wooded floor and toward his tight sweaty hand, crying out, completely stricken with the orgasm. So many lights and hues danced across his eyes he thought he would be blind by the time they refocused.

“Oh my fucking gods!” Kakashi felt his control, his precious control, slipping away with each yell, each backward thrust, and each spasm Naruto gave. He reached a hand up and brutally shoved Naruto’s wet blonde head into the floor, sure, but not caring, that it would leave a bruise later on. His other hand painfully pushed at the small of Naruto’s back, holding his hips down, then traveled back up to grasp his hot hip, nearly crushing the bone with the force of his grip. Naruto could care less what Kakashi did to him, so long as that magnificent dick never left his ass.

If someone told him years ago that he would be on the floor in some cabin in the middle of the woods, having sex with his ex-sensei and teammate, he would have laughed in their face, because that would never happen.

But there he was, getting drilled mercilessly on a bare floor, legs spread wide, back arched downward, and moaning like a ten yen whore and he was enjoying himself very much, thank you.

He wanted to ride it out, he wanted to push back against the Jounin’s deep thrusts forever, but his consciousness was actually starting to give out on him. Whatever amazing stamina people proclaimed he had was literally fucked right out of him and his knees were shaking, digging into the wood, but not getting splinters because Yamato’s jutsu was smooth that way.

His eyes, lord, he couldn’t keep them open, and his arms had failed him minutes ago, so that only Kakashi’s firm hand held him in place. The only thing still going strong were his screams and cries. He didn’t know what was sweat and what were tears anymore, and he didn’t care. Kakashi lunged in and out of him groaning, growling, holding his head to the floor and hurting him, but making him feel so good, and so full, and so wanted that he didn’t care.

He didn’t care that the next day they could be fighting for their very lives. He didn’t care that he was being hunted like an animal by the Akatsuki. He didn’t care that Sasuke needed saving, and he didn’t care if anybody that wasn’t in the cabin was feeling as good as he was right then. All he cared about was his two lovers and himself, fucking the night away, and getting what they wanted. They wanted him. Nobody wanted him. But they did. Even if it was just his body, he really couldn’t ask for anything more because this was just what he needed.

He needed the release Kakashi’s own body provided for him. He needed to be the one making someone satisfied for a change. He needed to be wanted. Tomorrow held no promises, and he was going to make everything he could of tonight. With Kakashi and Yamato. They wanted him. And they could have him.

Kakashi held back the yell that would let Naruto know that he was having the best sex he’d ever had. Indeed it was the best; nothing was tighter, hotter, felt better stroking him, than the pleasurable confines of Naruto’s body. Nothing. Damn it and the next day he was going to take Naruto all night long, then he was going to go after Yamato, and fuck the other man breathless, then watch as the other two screwed each other. It would be the perfect end to another stressful day.

What sounded like a strangled sob left him as his completion neared in the distance. He was close, and this time he was going to let orgasm take him, as it had already taken the crying boy under him twice already.

Sweat rained down his face and his eyes flew open, wide with sensory overload, thrusting as hard and fast as his body allowed him to as he rode out the first wave of his climax. It hit him devastatingly hard and this time he couldn’t stop the pained scream that ripped from his throat and into the open air of the cabin. He continued to use every ounce of his chakra to intensify his orgasm while Naruto wailed below him, crying out his completion at the same time.

Naruto’s eyes shut tightly as his last climax tore into him. He very seriously believed he was dying when Kakashi fucked him harder than he thought was possible and a hot liquid heat flowed over his insides, burning the walls of his rectum. Blinding white filled his vision and it felt like his life energy was being ejaculated through his cock, powerfully, blissfully.

He cried out the loudest when he felt Kakashi come inside him, the muscles in his ass constricting almost painfully tight on the older shinobi’s pulsing erection. Fireworks exploded behind his irises, bright and dizzying, the tears also aiding in blurring his vision. His fist pounded the wooded floor. He couldn’t take it anymore. When he finally lost the energy to make sounds above a whisper, he closed his eyes, fatigue sneaking down on him to steal away his consciousness.

Yamato could see that they were both maxing themselves out, but was still hopeful of later prospects when they were revived. Oh yes. There were two days left to their training. The next night, Kakashi was all his. Unfortunately, they had better been getting to bed, because they were going to need what little energy they could scrape together to train the overzealous Kyuubi container. Then fuck his brains out when said training was over.

He wasn’t looking forward to being the only one entrusted with the power to stop Naruto from transforming and killing them all, but he had a feeling that he wouldn’t mind so much in the following days. Naruto would be burning off a heck of a lot of steam and would be more relaxed than he ever had. Heh, Yamato thought to himself, shuffling over to the two passed out, sex-drained ninja. Tomorrow was going to be even more interesting.


Nyahahahaha! Yeah so MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYODY! Ja!!!! I hope you liked it. I know I thoroughly enjoyed writing it, snicker. Oh yeah….AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!