Orange Trees

Orange trees did not make very good places to hide. There were several very viable reasons for this, the first being that most orange trees owned some really nasty thorns. The more important reason was that Jiraiya couldn’t think of a single creature that didn’t enjoy oranges. Birds, and insects; the reptiles and amphibians that ate them; any number of mammals and most importantly, humans.

Jiraiya scowled at the thorn that was scraping against his shin and scowled some more at the swarm of insects trying to devour a half-rotten orange just a few inches above his head.

Normally, Jiraiya would not even consider hiding in an orange tree. Under the circumstances, though, he couldn't be too picky. The choices had been A) an unknown amount of time in a hostile orange tree, or B) instant death.

Ok, so 'instant death' might have been an exaggeration. Being caught peeping by Sakura was probably not quite as dangerous as being caught by Tsunade but no one would fault him for erring on the discriminating side of valor.

He was just about to make his way down (or go insane from the insects and the thorns) when someone decided to pick this orange tree to sit beneath. Jiraiya could have cursed.
Out of all the trees in the orchard (which was conveniently placed next to the private bath for hospital worker's use), why did that kid have to pick this tree! And who the hell sat beneath an orange tree!? There were mushy half-rotted oranges on the ground and lots of twigs with thorns.

Speaking of half-rotted oranges... Jiraiya smirked as he reached up picked the half-eaten insect-covered orange. For someone as experienced in life (one could not say 'old' because 'old' implied a level of maturity which Jiraiya did not possess) as he was, Jiraiya could be quit childish. He threw it forcefully, aiming straight for the back of the kid's head. Hah! That'll teach him to pay attention to where he sits down!

It would have splattered beautifully and gotten all sorts of sticky bits in his hair, but he caught it and just dropped it on the ground beside him. Jiraiya sulked for all of five seconds before jumping down and landing with his geta planted firmly on either side of the kid's extended legs. A 'Hey, kid! What are you doing sitting beneath this tree!' was on his lips but the kid spoke first.

"You must be Jiraiya-sama." That kid had a smile as plastic as an over-worked whore’s. "The one that Naruto calls Ero-sennin."

Jiraiya preened and was about to say 'Oh! Well, finally! Someone who recognizes me on first glance!' but the kid just kept talking.

"I'm actually quite surprised to meet you here. Naruto assured me that I would probably find you shoving your penis in odd places."

The twitch in Jiraiya's left temple was completely involuntary. "One time! I did that one time and only because I was drunk and Orochimaru dared me! I should never have told Naruto, but I was illustrating a point-"

"But of course." Again with that plastic smile.

Jiraiya caught a glimpse of pale hair and a green jacket on the path a few dozen feet to the left.

"Shit!" Jiraiya swore under his breath and jumped back into the tree. He’d lost track of time. Usually he was far, far away from the bathhouse when Tsunade came for the evening.

"Whom are we hiding from?" Sai asked, squatting on a branch a little lower and in front of him.

"Certain death in high-heels and massive fake tits." Jiraiya said, his hands flying through a series of seals in a gesture reminiscent of a nervous twitch.

The volume of the world decreased, as if some deity had reached over and turned a knob. Sai thought that his vision was blurring but when he brought his hand up for inspection, he could see it as clearly as ever. It was as if they had been encased in a sphere of textured glass.

"You're lucky. I don't usually let people in on this little trick of mine, but it'd be suspicious if she found you alone out here by the bath house and somehow she'd put it together and point the finger at me. I'm covering my ass, not yours, got it?"

"Of course." Sai smiled.

"We're completely unnoticeable as long as no one bumps into us or stares at one spot for too long. The downside is reduced visibility and sound."

"Ah, so that's why you get caught so frequently."

"No. I get caught because I don't use it," Jiraiya was telling a half-truth. In all honesty he got caught because when he got excited he couldn't keep the jutsu in place. That was nobody's business though and Sai's least of all. "on account of there's no point in peeping if you can't see anything." That’s what the spyglass was for.

"What's you name, anyway?"

"Sai."

Jiraiya recognized that name and suddenly all of Naruto's whining about Sasuke's replacement made sense. Jiraiya had only just met the guy, and they’d only spent a few minutes together but already, he wanted to beat that smirk off Sai's face. He could totally sympathize with Naruto for attempting to.

"Well Sai," Jiraiya said, sitting down on a branch, his geta dangling precariously from the straps, "we're probably going to be here a while, so just make yourself comfortable." He selected an orange from the branches near by and picked it, digging his nails into the peel.

When there was only one chunk of peel left, he simply couldn't continue to ignore the fact that Sai's dark gaze that hadn't left his hands once since he'd started.

"Hey..." he asked, eyes narrowing, "what are you after?"

"Nothing."

Jiraiya frowned and started pulling the fruit apart in sections. The juice trickled down his fingers. He crinkled his nose and he held his hand out in an attempt to keep from getting the stuff on his hand guards because it would dry sticky. Sticky hand guards were a pain in the ass to clean.

Jiraiya was taken totally by surprise when Sai licked his finger. It was just a single cautious swipe of tongue but somehow it managed to send Jiraiya's mind rolling down the gutter like a poorly thrown bowling ball. He didn't stop Sai from doing it the second time, nor the third. Jiraiya actually moaned when the young man sucked the index finger into his mouth, tongue pressing and sliding. Those wide dark eyes never left his as Sai’s mouth moved across his hand, finger by finger.

It was a very long gutter and the ball rolled to a stop before an attendant came along and kicked it back into motion.

"Do you know exactly what you're asking for, kid?" Jiraiya asked. Sai's response was a slight scrape of teeth on the end of his pinky that sent a little zing of pleasure right to his growing erection.

"Yes." Sai said around Jiraiya's thumb and his own swirling tongue. "I want to perform oral sex."

Jiraiya crinkled his nose in disbelief, "Jeeze, when you say it like that it doesn't sound so appealing. Say 'suck your cock' or 'swallow your jiz' or something."

"Hm. How about 'I want you to blow a load on my face', is that acceptable?" Jiraiya would have said yes, if Sai hadn't said it through that fake smirk.

"You've got absolutely no talent in the conversation department." He grumbled, but his complaints were cut short by a pair of eager fingers toying with the front of his pants.

There wasn't a zipper. If you called Jiraiya old-fashioned, he would laugh at you and say that he'd never once had to worry about getting his dick caught in a pair of metal teeth and besides, it was so hot to watch a chick undo buttons with her mouth. Sai's fingers made quick work of Jiraiya's fly.

"Eager..." he snickered appreciatively.

"You're already aroused." Sai said, sliding his hand in with the ease of a practiced pickpocket and sliding it back out with 'Ji-kun' firmly in hand, "It seems you live up to your name, Ero-sennin."

"Heh, you ain't seen nothing. That's only at half-mast."

"At any rate, it's much larger than Naruto-kun's."

What might have started as laughter at his apprentice's expense came out as a guttural moan when Sai circled his bare index finger and thumb around the head of Jiraiya's cock and slid down to the base in a firm ring.

A cautious swipe of tongue brushed over the tip of Jiraiya's cock, followed by progressively bolder strokes up and down the length. Jiraiya forgot to mind his geta and they slipped off his feet, landing on the ground below with rustle of leaves.

"Oh, that's good." Jiraiya managed between the ebb and flow of pleasure caused by Sai's firm grip and delicate tongue.

He shuddered with pure delight when Sai's lips encircled him, tongue pressing in just the right spot. Jiraiya threaded his fingers through Sai's hair, slipping beneath the hitai-ate where it knotted in back. Sai hummed appreciatively, sending more little shudders running down Jiraiya's spine to his balls.

"It's surprisingly sweet." Sai murmured, sucking the tip as if it were a straw, "But maybe I'm just tasting what I licked from your fingers."

Jiraiya couldn't help it. Patients was not a virtue he had much of and what little he did have had expired years ago. He pushed Sai's face down into his lap until he felt himself brushing the back of the kid's throat. "You talk to damn much, kid." he said as Sai's throat rebelled against the invasion. "Just suck on it."

Sai's eyes watered, his eyebrows furrowing. Jiraiya's smug expression melted into a slack-jawed exclamation of pleasure when the kid swallowed, fingers tightening around the base in time with the motions of his throat.

"Kami..." he breathed, "Ahh..." This kid was good!

Jiraiya heard the forewarning creaks and cracks but he was so engrossed in what he was doing that he consciously chose to ignore them.

"Oh, yeah..." he panted, his fingers leaving bruises on Sai's shoulders. "Oh yea-" a sharp crack and a sudden loss of gravity reminded him that he shouldn't have ignored the warning signs of impending branch-breakage. Jiraiya flailed in an attempt to grab onto a branch,
"WhahaaAAAAA!" and found himself face first on the ground, followed by a hail of oranges (two of which had the temerity to land on his head).

Naruto's laughter rang in his ears. "Oh my god! Did you see that Baa-chan! He totally fell for it!"

Jiraiya sat up and saw Tsunade holding her sides, jutsued breasts looking like over-inflated balloons as she howled.

Sai was standing off to the side, unruffled, when he should have been beneath Jiraiya or at least on the ground near-by. So why was his cock still enjoying tight, squishy warmth? The answer was spherical and very orange.

"Ha! Hahaha! He still, Haha-has the orange!" Sakura couldn't keep up with her tears of mirth and they escaped down her cheeks. That snort was very unappealing.

The laughter was renewed with greater volume. Kakashi hadn't stopped giggling behind his copy of Icha Icha Shounin, and his hard-on was more than obvious.

"Hey...What's going on here?"

"You've been pranked, Ero-sennin! Awesome work, Sai! You'll be a kick ass ninja yet!"

"Yes." Sai said, and Jiraiya noticed that the kid's smile was exactly the same as it always was.

"Come on, Sai! Laugh! You're supposed to laugh when something funny happens!"

Jiraiya ignored Sai's attempt at laughter in favor of pulling his dick out of an orange and retrieving his pants from the branch they'd snagged upon. He had a good sense of humor, but it was hard to laugh along when he still had a raging hard-on that he had to hide from view at all costs to keep from furthering the humiliation.

"What I want to know." Jiraiya said as soon as his pants were securely in place, "Is when exactly you managed that genjutsu."

Sai stepped close enough that he couldn't be heard over the continuing raucous of laughter.

"While I was sucking your second finger." Sai said, "Tactile genjutsu are not very common. You're not at fault for being unable to recognize one."

Jiraiya frowned and opened his mouth to bite out a 'Don't patronize me, boy!' but Sai's soft voice in his ear stopped him.

"I really do want to suck your cock, Jiraiya-sama."

His erection, which had finally started to fade, sprang right back to life. "You really mean that?" Suspicion was the most unmistakable element in his tone, "It's not just the second phase of a massive joke at my expense?"

Jiraiya already knew he was telling the truth, though. The bulge in those tight pants was evidence enough of Sai's sincerity.

"I want to taste you."

The old man smirked, "Nine-forty, the bar on Maple Street." He wiped the smirk from his face, "Naruto!" he bellowed, "I'm going to break your face when I get my hands on you!"

"I'd like to see you try, Pervy Sage!" the boy shouted as he took off at a full-out run.
Jiraiya perused him only as far as the end of the orchard, which was just long enough for Ji-kun to stop complaining about having to sit upright.

***

The Maple Street Bar (the '& Grill' had been scratched off the swinging sign when the place switched owners about five years ago. Jiraiya lamented the loss.) was relatively empty this evening, entertaining only a close-knit group of Konoha jounin.

"Jiraiya-sama!" Gai bubbled, shoving a drink into his hand, "What an honor!"

"Yeah, what brought you out tonight? The women not enough anymore?"

"I know you've heard about what he..."

Jiraiya smiled and denied everything.

Years ago, before he'd left Konoha, he would spend most of his Friday nights here, getting plastered before having wild unprotected sex in his or someone else's apartment. He'd been back a couple of times since then just for a drink and a chat, but tonight he was hoping to relive the good-old-days.

At exactly nine-forty, according to the clock above the bartender's head, Sai appeared. He glanced about the entire establishment with the practiced ease of habit before fixing his gaze upon Jiraiya. He hesitated when he realized that all of the men at the table were jounin.

"What's this? A fresh one?"

"Damn! Just when one get's old another one pops up!"

"Just when did I 'get old' Ebisu."

"...er...I didn't mean it like that, Neji!"

Ibiki's laughter drowned out the rest of Ebisu's apology.

Jiraiya waved Sai over and kicked a chair out for him to sit down. The waitress, ever attentive to the arrival of new customers, brought a frosty mug of beer and asked if he would like anything else.

"A screwdriver, please."

"Hey, hey! Can't blame the kid for liking tart old fruits, right!?"

This brought about another round of laughter. Everyone in Konoha must have heard about the prank by now. Even if Naruto hadn't personally told everyone, ninja were notorious purveyors of the grape vine.

"Haha." Jiraiya intoned, although he was amused, "Don't make me regret coming tonight. You know I could have just taken him straight to my place."

The laughter trailed off.

"So, Sai," Ebisu leant across the table, pushing his glasses back into place, "I'm positive that Naruto didn't come up with a plan that good on his own," Jiraiya didn't take offense at Ebisu's remark, underestimation was a shinobi's best friend, "but that aside, how did he persuade you to do it?"

Sai took a sip of his drink. "He didn't. And it was my idea." He was very aware of the fact that he had everyone's attention. "I had heard so much about Jiraiya-sama. I wanted to meet him."

Gai spoke up, "There are lots of ways to meet someone. A prank isn't exactly the most..."
Gai's brow furrowed as he searched for a good word and failed to find one, "nicest way to do it."

"I wanted to intrigue him."

"There are much easier ways." Ibiki said.

"Hey!" Jiraiya could only manage half a frown because Ibiki was right. There was any number of simpler and surer ways to get his pants off.

"But I'm here, aren't I?" Sai's smile seemed both mocking and genuine.

Jiraiya's smile nearly split his face. "It looks like your little plan worked. Maybe it worked too well."

Sai's expression was a poor imitation of puzzlement.

"You're going to get much more than you bargained for."

***

A few too many drinks later, Sai found himself in someone's living room. It was a nice living room, although the furniture looked as if it had been stuck in some kind of time warp for thirty years. The flat panel television looked incongruous between the record player and a shelf with more vinyl records than DVDs.

It wasn't as if he'd never been drunk before. He had, he'd just never been this drunk. It was warm and wooshy, sort of like painting in lazy, abstract globs. His memories were wooshy too, but he remembered Morino and the Hyuuga jounin leaving the bar with Hatake. Sai remembered walking down the lamp-lit street in front of Jiraiya, and wondered what had possessed him to try swinging his hips the way he had.

Sai's attention was drawn back to the television screen where two men were taking turns fucking a pretty boy who didn't look much older than Sai was himself. The sounds they made sent little darts of pleasure through him.

Absently, his hand strayed to the spot where his penis was rubbing uncomfortably against his underwear. The unwitting touch sent another bout of pleasure rolling around his abdomen and he did it again on impulse, pressing a little more firmly. Sai's lips parted in a pant as one of the men on the screen reached around to stroke the other.

"Hey!"

Sai blinked, realizing that Ebisu had been talking to him. Jiraiya laughed and presented them both with cold bottles of beer.

"He's really into it." Ebisu chuckled, "Would you like to be that guy?" Ebisu's smile looked different when he wasn't wearing shades; his hand felt too warm on Sai's thigh.

"No." Sai said, even though his cock twitched at the sight of said guy's orgasm.

"Oh?" Jiraiya smirked, "Then what do you want?"

Sai's narrow, dark eyes stared straight into Jiraiya's as he set his drink down. "To suck your cock."

"Oh, that makes me tingle," Gai said from the armchair in the corner. Sai had almost forgotten about the third man. "the way he says it. Kind of like Ibiki."

Jiraiya returned the gaze, a smirk accenting the crow's feet at his right eye, "What if I said that you had to suck their cocks first?" He waved his bottle vaguely in the direction of Ebisu and Gai.

"If it meant that I could taste you, I would."

Gai groaned again in appreciation.

"Start with Ebisu." Jiraiya said almost casually, as he leant back into the couch, "He looks like he's about to cream himself just thinking about it."

There was double penetration on the television screen, now. The uke's moans were more like vocalized gasps.

Sai stood, took two steps, turned and got to his knees in front of Ebisu. He smiled, "I'm going to make you come." he said, as his fingers deftly eliminated Ebisu's fly.

Gai chuckled, "Ah, such enthusiasm! I hope you have as much when my turn comes."

Sai did his best to make a show of it, knowing that Jiraiya was watching. He flicked his tongue over Ebisu's tip, darting down the sides to nuzzle into Ebisu's balls. Anything that made the man moan, Sai did again and again in an attempt to keep a steady flow of sounds burbling out. Sai was amazed at Ebisu's self-control; he never once bucked his hips, although at some point he'd thoroughly tangled his fingers in Sai's hair. The little tugs were sharp but not quite painful and felt good.

The man's orgasm was heralded by a high-pitched moan. Sai started to pull back, but Ebisu's grip on his hair kept him from doing so. Sai got a mouth full of semen. If Sai had thought about it, he might have frowned. He had intended to let it get in his hair.

Sai felt strong fingers on his chin and looked up as a pair of lips mashed into his. A firm tongue invaded his mouth with broad strokes. The unbridled strength of Gai's lips threatened to bruise and Sai assumed that he was being relatively gentle. Just the thought of this man being forceful sent a spike of heat down his spine. Gai devoured every single drop of Ebisu's come that hadn't already been swallowed.

Jiraiya groaned something almost poetic about come-sluts fighting over jizz. Sai couldn't hear it over the heavy sound of Gai's breath and the thudding of his own heart which had migrated to his ears and his neglected erection.

Sai kissed his way down tanned pecks and firm abs as Gai reclined on his elbows. From this position, he could clearly see the Sannin, stroking himself idly as he watched. Sai hesitated over Gai's very erect, very large cock. Would he be able to handle something that was both thick and long? He'd never seen a penis like that outside of pornography. It twitched like a thing with a mind of it's own and Sai hesitated again.

"And that," Jiraiya smirked, noticing Sai's dilemma, "is one of the reasons why he's called Konoha's Green Beast."

Gai's hands rested, warm and comfortable on Sai's shoulders. "You don't have to, you know. There's no shame in having a small throat." Sai was not going to back out now, not when he was so close to his goal. He was going to suck Gai off and then he was going to finally taste Jiraiya.

"Oh, Sai-kun!" Gai's fingers clenched when the ring of Sai's lips slipped down over his head, tongue swirling as he sucked. "Just like that!"

Apparently, Konoha’s Green Beast didn't have any more self restraint during a blow-job than in any other situation. He thrust heedlessly, shoving right through Sai's gag reflex. Sai's throat was beyond rebelling and he felt as though his jaw would come unhinged if he opened it any wider. The length of cock rubbing down his throat was slightly more than uncomfortable. He could barely breathe and his eyes were watering enough force tears down his cheeks. Just when it seemed to Sai that his only options were failure or suffocation-

"Gai," Jiraiya chuckled from his seat, "Back off a little. He'll drown in your come if you don't." Despite his timing, it hadn't been an act of mercy. Jiraiya had been enjoying the sight far too much, and he didn't want to finish just yet.

Sai was relieved when Gai pulled back, but refused to let him escape his mouth, grabbing his hips and holding him firmly in place. He continued sucking on as much as would fit in his mouth without gagging him, putting his tongue to work in ways that made the muscle ache under the strain.

"Oh, Sai-kun...that's so good...just! Oh!" Gai continued to buck but Sai had found a rhythm and managed to keep from choking on every thrust.

Gai groaned, an absolutely feral sound, as he came. The first spurt hit the back of Sai's throat with an almost audible 'splat'. He pulled back, and the second and third landed on his cheek, jaw and neck. Ebisu was there, licking him clean with eager sucks and slurps before Gai had even stopped shuddering.

Sai was temporarily forgotten as Ebisu licked and nipped his way back along the trail Sai had taken down Gai's torso. They kissed like a duel, all force and heat with a great deal of teeth.

"After all that," Jiraiya's voice easily carried challenge and lust in the same timbre, "Do you still want my cock?" it made Sai's body hot in ways he'd never considered before.

"Yes." It took a force of will to drag his eyes away from Jiraiya's lap, where his right hand curled about the object of Sai's desires.

Jiraiya's smile was slow and devious. "Get naked."

Ebisu and Gai stopped tonguefucking to watch.

Sai shuddered just a little, not daring to hope for more than he'd been promised, as he started to undress. He'd read Jiraiya's books, he could guess at what he'd like. But Sai, being an artist himself, knew that Icha Icha wasn't the most accurate way to discover what Jiraiya liked.

Once more, he made a show of his actions. The gloves came off first. He used his teeth to loosen the fingers; dropped the lifeless articles on the floor at his feet. The jacket was next. Sai could feel three pairs of eyes as he brushed his hands up his bare midriff to his neck. He dragged the zipper back down, almost taking enough time to count the teeth.

With his shoulders bare, he caressed himself down the front. The erection that had faded with Gai's passions had returned and made itself prominently known. He actually could have counted the zipper's teeth this time. Sai's slacks pooled about his ankles, leaving only a pair of black and barely-there panties.

"Someone came prepared!" Gai smiled, as Sai slipped his fingers beneath the elastic band.

Jiraiya held a hand up. "Wait a second," he said, smile skipping his cheeks and going straight to his eyes. "I think I've been generous enough tonight." Jiraiya stood and Sai suddenly felt very unsure of what was going on, "You two can use the guest room if you like.
Sai," Sai's heart was attempting to crawl out of his chest, "come with me." It was not a command but an ultimatum. He had two choices: he could leave or he could obey. Sai followed him to another room. He barely had time to register that it was a bedroom before he found himself pinned firmly against the floor by Jiraiya's weight, all ability to express his surprise was devoured by the intensity of the older man's lips.

It only took a moment for Sai to react, kissing him in return. He already felt very warm in spite of the cool floor at his back. Jiraiya's teeth rasped gently over Sai's tongue and his lips sucked just hard enough to pull without aching. Sai had never been so aroused by just a kiss and the press of skin.

Jiraiya's hand reached down between Sai's thighs, fingers teasing the more than obvious bulge in those too-thin panties. Sai bucked upward, eager for more contact, for skin in addition to the warmth and weight. He could feel the evidence of Jiraiya's arousal rubbing against his leg and impulsively he reached for it.

"You shouldn't play with your food, Sai." Jiraiya murmured into his mouth, seizing his wrist in a firm but gentle hold as he ravaged Sai's lips. The Sannin allowed him to thread his fingers through white hair that was so much softer than it looked. For a while, Sai lost himself in the simple act of kissing and caressing. Jiraiya pulled back and Sai tried to follow to make the kissing last just a little longer. He cried out in surprise when Jiraiya forced three fingers past his lips.

The old man smiled almost sadistically, "What's wrong, Sai? You were so eager to suck my fingers earlier." and his fingers were not idle, they caressed and thrusted, deliberately toying with Sai's gag reflex.

He resisted the impulse to bite down on digits that tasted of salt that might have been sweat, might have been the beer nuts from earlier, but was probably something else. He shuddered and sucked in an attempt to still their motions.

"Hm, you'd suck on anything, wouldn't you?"

"If you wanted me to." He mumbled over wet fingers that caressed his lip.

Jiraiya sat up to admire the view. He enjoyed the tiny twitches that had manifested in Sai's lower lip when he stopped touching it. Sai made such a pretty picture, lean and strong, flushed with arousal and almost naked. He fixed that last part with a quick tug and appreciated the way Sai's cock bobbed before standing almost vertical.

"Put those lips to work, then."

Sai shifted, laying half on his side to place his head in Jiraiya's lap. He wasn't surprised to discover that there was nothing beneath the man's yukata. Sai licked his lips and placed a contradictory chaste kiss on the end. The initial contact sent a little jolt straight to Jiraiya's balls, and when Sai's mouth closed around the cap, heat settled all over Jiraiya's body and he let his eyes fall half-closed with contentment as he leant back on his elbows.

Jiraiya smirked when he noticed the position they were in, or could be in with some minor adjustments. He waited until Sai started taking more, attempting to swallow, before he turned and placed a large wet lick over Sai's cockhead.

If the burst of sound at Jiraiya's groin was any indication, Sai really liked the attention. He did it a gain and received the same reaction. The third time garnered him a breathy,

"Please, Jiraiya-sama."

"I'm starting to wonder if you really wanted my cock after all. You've been neglecting it quite a bit." Jiraiya's pout was all play, but Sai immediately sucked him back into that stimulating warmth. Jiraiya did the same and Sai moaned around Jiraiya's cock, which caused Jiraiya to moan in reply.

They spent a while trading moans and Sai lost himself to the sensation, panting heavily around the tip of Jiraiya's cock, his fingers curled about the base of Jiraiya's cock just as they had in the orange tree. Jiraiya swallowed. More than thirty years of practice could make you an expert on anything.

"Ji-" he moaned, panted, "Jiraiya-sama!"

"Pay attention down there, will you? I don't like draft-" Sai almost gagged in his haste, "...oooh, that's it. Just like that."

It almost became a contest to see who could hold their breath longer, swallow deeper, make the other come first, come harder. Only they were both determined to make it as close to a tie as possible and just finishing was the prize.

Jiraiya came first, bucking wildly and slipping partly out of Sai’s mouth before shoving back in. His pleasured groan vibrated its way straight through Sai’s body to the back of his tongue and then down again to his groin in a fraction of a second. Sai’s climax was relatively silent. He only gasped, his breath hitching as his hips shook with the effort it took not to thrust.

Jiraiya didn't question Sai's desire to please as the kid tentatively licked up anything that might have been semen. Jiraiya knew a fan when he saw one. He was probably a rabid reader of the amazingly thick folder of recently de-classified files from the war, rather than Icha Icha.

Sai sat up and turned so that when he lay down again, he was facing Jiraiya. The old man drew him close and half-murmured softly dirty things as he kissed him in leisurely motions. Sai reveled in the attention.

Whatever the reasons were, Jiraiya liked that sort of unconditional admiration. It was very useful, particularly when he wanted to get laid. It was also very dangerous if your fan happened to be Root ANBU.

A loud thump shook him from his thoughts.

"Oh! Kami! Ebisu!" Gai practically shouted in the next room.

"Don't wake my neighbors, Gai!" Jiraiya said over the rhythmic bang/scrape that must have been a piece of furniture moving away in protest.

"I apologize, Jiraiya-sama! OhKamiEBISUUUU!" Gai shouted back. Every neighbor on the block must have heard him.

Jiraiya snorted laughter, "Kakashi says Gai's nice and quiet when he's seme." He made a point to check the guest room’s surveillance video in the morning.