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Need You Now
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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A/N: The following chapter has very violent sensitive material in it. Please be warned! Also please note that this chapter and the next couple focus a bit heavily on Iruka. I *will* get back to the other two more, I promise!

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"Who do you work for?"

"The Tsuchikage." The nin spat.

Kakashi rolled his eyes. "Don't insult my intelligence."

The nin was wrapped in chakra wire and on the floor of the team house. Kakashi squatted in front of him, both eyes open. He didn't want to use the sharingan if he could help it, but he knew it was a very real possibility. Yamato was standing in the back for the moment, silent.

"The Tsuchikage doesn't order attacks on innocent villages. Who do you work for?"

"The Tsuchikage," the nin mainainted stubbornly.

Kakashi suppressed the sigh, gritting his teeth. He'd been out of interrogation too long. "Who?"

"Onoko. Sandaime Tsuchikage."

Kakashi reach out and backhanded the nin. "Bullshit." The blow knocked the nin's head to the side, splitting his lip but he refused to respond otherwise. The Rock shinobi was a slightly built man with dark hair and eyes, which, right now, looked damned near dead.

Kakashi stood and paced away from him, his eyes meeting Yamato's. He handed the younger man a kunai and who stepped forward, taking a turn. He grabbed the nin by the hair and pulled his head back. "Start talking. I don't know what you think Leaf shinobi are like, but we won't hesitate."

"Fuck you."

Yamato tightened his hand in the nin's hair and fought the bile that threatened to rise when he winced. He forced himself to calm, to retreat into the well-familiar quiet place all ANBU went when they were faced with hard tasks. He raised the kunai and held it to the other man's face. "What's going on in Iwa?"

"None of your goddamn business."

Yamato pulled his fist back and planted it in the shinobi's face, breaking his nose. "If you think we'll spare you damage, you're sadly mistaken. We have a medic who can patch you up nicely, just so we can do it again. And you won't be able to prove we did a damn thing. If we even let you go." Yamato sighed. "Maybe we should try something a little simpler. What's your name?"

"Fuck you."

He released the nin's hair and stood, pacing away. Kakashi came back and sent a kick into the nin's arm. He screamed and Kakashi was glad he'd put the silence jutsu on the room. He was fairly certain the only other one in the house that could have handled the sounds likely to come from the room was Sai.

"Name." Kakashi said again.

"F--" he stared, but Kakashi lifted his foot again. "Yuuma."

"Now see? that wasn't so hard, Yuuma," Kakashi said, lowering his foot. "Who ordered the attacks on the villages?"

"The Ts--" he started, but paused at the look in the other man's face. He shut his mouth again.

Kakashi squatted in front of him again. "You know, there are a lot of places I can put a kunai that won't damage anything major and leave you alive for a very long time. And we have plenty of kunai." He lifted one and put it against the shoulder of the arm that wasn't broken. "How about here?" He asked, and pushed far enough to go through the nin's uniform and break the skin.

Yuuma's eyes widened, but Kakashi wasn't done. He pulled it back and held it against Yuuma's good arm. "Or here?" He pushed it in again and the Rock nin fought against making noise. He left it there and held a hand out. Yamato laid another on his palm. "Maybe here?" He asked, his eyes never leaving Yuuma's, he buried it in the other man's thigh.

He stood up and turned away as the nin screamed, facing Yamato again. The younger man looked a little green around the edges. Kakashi caught his eye, lowered his mask and mouthed one word: babies. Yamato's face hardened, his eyes went completely flat and he stepped forward.

The headman had spent the evenings with them over the last several days talking to them about the people and village. The day before, he'd shown them the new cemetery that they'd had to build and paused in front of the collection of fresh graves dedicated to the three babies killed during the attack.

"We can make this very easy on you." Yamato said, approaching the nin again. "I have no qualms about putting one of these into every possible spot on your body. I don't have to. You can answer our questions and save yourself the pain."

Yuuma looked up at him briefly before deliberately turning his gaze back to the floor. "Very well." Yamato sighed and planted another kunai in the other leg, much deeper this time. Yuuma screamed again.

"Who ordered the attacks?" Yamato asked again, calmly.

It had taken Kakashi's sharingan. Neither of them really had the stomach to do much more physically to the man. Oh, they'd done plenty. But four kunai later, they still had nothing more than the man's name, his jounin rank and the fact that he came from Iwa. All of which they'd already gathered.

So Kakashi had used the sharingan. He'd learned enough from Itachi's torture of himself, and so he caught the Rock nin in one of his own.

Yuuma was convinced he'd gone to hell. It wasn't possible to be in this much pain and still be alive. He was bleeding from more places than he could count. Every nerve in his body was raw. He couldn't see, couldn't hear anything but his own screams, could only feel pain. It felt like his skin had been stripped from him one layer at a time. His balls had been crushed, every bone in his body broken.

Nobody could withstand that. No one. He comforted himself with that. Told himself that anything could be forgiven if they'd survived that, even be forgiven for giving away the information. Even if, in the deepest parts of his mind, he knew better. When his own people finished with him, he'll wish he was back in this.

Kakashi stepped back and, eyes meeting Yamato's, they both left the room. They made it off of the porch before they both lost it and vomited violently. "Fuck."

Neither could say anything else. Kakashi turned around and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. Yamato handed him a cloth that he used to wipe his mouth. "We have to get this information to Tsunade and Gaara," he said, his voice as unsteady as Kakashi felt.

"Yeah." Kakashi said, trying to get himself together. He hadn't done anything like that in a very long time. He took another deep breath. "Come on. Sakura's going to be pissed."

She didn't say anything, though. She'd walked in, took one look at the nin, then turned to Kakashi and Yamato. She stared at them a moment, but something on their faces satisfied her because she simply went back to the nin and got to work.

When the nin was healed and ready for travel, and they were sure the attack wasn't coming back, they packed their things, took him with them and headed back to Suna.

Gaara took it as stoically as he took anything, but they could tell he wasn't happy. "A coup. Just what we need. They couldn't leave us out of it, either." He sighed.

"We still don't know who's behind it. I'm positive the man we captured didn't know. He confirmed the missing Mist nin is involved, but not to what extent. In fact, I don't think he was supposed to know that much. I think we got lucky finding him," Kakashi said.

"We can't stay. We need to get this information back to Konoha," Yamato said.

Kakashi sighed. "Yes, we do. We need sleep, though. We'll leave at first light."

"The rooms you had before are still available. Please feel free to use them. I'll have breakfast sent up for you first thing." Gaara said, standing. "I need to talk to my advisors. Will you be back?"

"Very likely, probably in a few days." Kakashi said.

Gaara nodded. "Very well. Thank you."

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One week ago.

Iruka watched the liquor in his glass move as he swirled it around. They'd been gone less than a week. He'd looked at the mission logs and seen that they could be gone as much as a month or more. He shook his head at himself. It didn't matter, they weren't his to worry about.

He downed the rest of his drink and stood. He waved to the bartender, then headed out of the Krooked Kunai, intending to just go home and take another cold shower. He still couldn't get that damned touch out of his head. If he let himself think about it for more than a few seconds, his cock jumped to attention and he was ridiculously unable to concentrate on any damned thing.

All he could think about was burying himself in that extremely sexy tight ass of Yamato's. Or being filled by Kakashi. Or sucking one of them. Or both. Or being sucked. Fuck. That wasn't going to help his state of mind. He paused to adjust himself inside his briefs, but he was so hard that, even adjusted, it was difficult to walk comfortably.

To say he was irritable was an understatement. He was more grouchy than he'd been when Raido had been out while they were still dating. Genma wouldn't talk to him, Izumo kept sending him knowing looks and Kotetsu wouldn't spend more than a few minutes in the same room as him. Even his students had started treating him like an explosive tag that could go off any moment.

That's what he felt like. Like he was going to go off at any second. He was so distracted, he didn't realize he was outside the adult store at first. He turned to continue walking when he changed his mind. He'd never actually considered it before, but why the hell not? He needed to do something. If he didn't relieve some of this tension, he was going to go insane.

Glancing each direction to make sure the street was empty, he opened the door and went in. It was, at least, set up like any normal store. The shelves were tall, affording some privacy, so as he approached the dildos and other similar toys, he wasn't likely to be seen by anyone.

How the hell did you pick something like that out? Yeah, he could go up to the counter. Excuse me? Do you happen to know which one is closest in size to Kakashi? Or Yamato? Right. He snorted to himself. He ground his teeth together and closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. You're a fucking shinobi, start acting like one.

That helped center him a little bit. He may be horny beyond belief, missing and worried about two people that he cared about and grumpy about the whole damned thing, but he did have self control. He did know how to calm himself down and focus on the task at hand, knew how to think logically. It didn't matter what he was trying to figure out, the same principles applied.

With that ringing in his head, he picked out what he wanted and went to the counter. The guy rang up his purchase and didn't even blink at him funny. Iruka figured he was certainly not the first gay man to buy one in that store. "You need anything else with this?" The guy asked him and when Iruka just stared at him a moment, the guy pointed to a display at the end of the counter.

The small set of shelves had all kinds of bottles of lube and cleaner. "Oh, right." So much for staying calm. He blushed, then picked up a bottle of each and set them with the dildo on the counter. As matter of fact as the guy behind the counter did everything else, he totaled it, put it in the plain brown paper bag and took the money.

When Iruka was back on the street, he found himself so damned mortified at feeling like he had to go get a toy instead of having a boyfriend, that he'd simply spent the chakra to transport home. He tossed the bag on the bed and stripped on his way to the shower.

"What the fuck was I thinking?" He asked the tiles. They stayed stubbornly silent and he turned the temperature down more. It was practically freezing and not doing a damned thing for him other than helping him cool his humiliation a bit. His cock stayed stubbornly hard and his mind refused to stop thinking about the other two. After another few minutes, he cursed loudly again, suppressed the urge to punch the tile and shut off the water.

When he was dry, he wrapped the towel around him and, ignoring the bed for the moment, went into his kitchen to start water for tea. He braced his hands on the counter and tried, again, to refocus. It wasn't like he hadn't masturbated over the last week to try to deal with it. Twice, sometimes three times a night. And it didn't help a damned bit. Oh, it gave him a few minutes of reprieve, but as soon as his mind went back to them, he was back in the same rock hard frustrated state he'd been in before he'd jerked off.

The kettle whistled behind him and he turned to shut it off. Realizing he didn't really want tea, he left the kitchen and approached his bed. He sat down and stared at the bag, willing himself to dump the contents out.

Annoyed with himself yet again, he opened it and pulled out the dildo. He'd finally decided on the one closest to his own size. He opened up the box and pulled it out, then nearly growled. Even having a fake one in his hand was getting to him. He shoved the bottle of cleaner into his bedside table, then took the lube and dildo and laid back on his bed, staring at them.

He couldn't go straight to it, it was too big. He set it aside and opened the towel, letting it just fall next to him. He could use it to clean up when he was done and if the toy did what he hoped it would, there'd be plenty that would need to be to cleaned up.

He'd managed to calm down a little bit at the end of his shower, his cock having finally gone soft. But when he closed his eyes and brought the image of Yamato into his head, it sprang partway to attention without him even touching it. Fuck, he really was bad off.

He picked up the bottle of lube and opened it, pouring some over his first finger. He closed his eyes again, pictured the two of them in front of him naked and wrapped his hand around his cock. He didn't know exactly what they looked like. He'd seen Yamato without his shirt in the hospital and again at their house and his mind had filled in the details. Kakashi was made up completely of his imagination, having never seen him in less than basic uniform clothes.

He curled his arm around his ass and spread his cheeks a little, pushing his finger past the tight little muscle. Fuck, even that felt better than normal. Still not as good as someone else, but he couldn't be too choosy. He moved his hand over his cock, stroking it a little as he worked the first finger in his ass.

That's all it took for his cock to harden completely. He let go and picked up the bottle, adding a bit more lube, then pushed a second finger into himself. He briefly thought he should have bought a second, smaller one for this part. It was too late, he wasn't getting dressed to go do that.

He worked the two fingers, stretching himself as much as he could. His eyes closed and he pictured the fingers belonging to the copy nin and the hand on his cock belonging to Yamato instead. Fuck that felt so good. God, he could come just from that. But he forced himself to slow down, he wasn't going to settle again, didn't want to come from that, he wanted more. He was damned determine to do more.

Frustrated with the lack of depth from his fingers and more than a little impatient, he picked up the dildo. He added lube to it, then a bit more to the outside of his anus and brought the toy to his ass. It was a little awkward at first, but he managed it and as the cockhead from the dildo slipped past his anus, he moaned loudly. Even the tiny pain from not being stretched quite enough felt good.

His cock was so hard now, he considered giving up and jerking himself to orgasm right then. But he'd started this, he knew what it was to have his ass filled, to be fucked like that and he wanted an orgasm that was at least closer to what he got when he had that.

He ran his fingers over his balls, cupping them, then played around the spot behind his sac that made him crazy as he pushed the dildo further in. In his mind, it was Kakashi pushing his own cock into Iruka's ass, and the younger man's hand went back to his own cock and he started stroking himself. "Fuck, Kakashi, fuck me�" he moaned to the empty room.

He ran his fingertip through the pre-cum leaking out of his tip and spread it around, allowing his hand to move a little easier. He started to pump the dildo in and out and he added Yamato to his fantasy, replacing his hand with the other brunet's. His hips started moving almost of their own accord and another low moan escaped.

He added one more part to his fantasy, then. He turned his fantasy Yamato around and imagined sucking the other man's cock into his mouth at the same time. He could almost, almost taste the salty skin, feel the bumps and ridges of his cock, feel it hit the back of his throat as Yamato thrust into his mouth.

He should have timed it. He should have looked at the clock before he started, because he was fairly certain it lasted no more than about two minutes. The toy hit his prostate, his hand squeezed just enough and he came so hard, his cum hit his chest, his face, his hair, and the fucking wall behind him. "FUCK! Kakashi! Yamato! FUCK FUCK FUCK!" He screamed it as the thick ropes jetted out of him and all over.

He lay there a moment, the dildo still buried in his ass stretching him, his cock softening in his hand, heart pounding, breathing hard and cum cooling on his skin. He stared at the ceiling, pure shock at the power of his orgasm. Well, he'd certainly gotten the more that he'd wanted.

He'd had to shower again, change his sheets and clean off the damned wall, but he didn't mind. For the first time in several days, he could begin to think straight again. It wouldn't last, he knew that, but it was better than the state he'd been in for the past week.

Izumo noticed the difference five minutes after he'd walked into the mission office the next day. He didn't say anything to Iruka, but the look on the other man's face couldn't be mistaken. He'd simply nodded at the teacher's pleasant greeting, the single visible eyebrow raising and turned back to the papers in front of him.

Kotetsu, on the other hand, couldn't resist. "Get laid, Iruka?" He asked, grinning.

Iruka sighed, but it was Izumo who saved him, to the teacher's surprise. "Tetsu, shut up. Leave the man alone."

"What? He must have. He doesn't look like he's going to kill anyone today! I was starting to fear for my life! Teachers are scary when they get like that." Kotetsu laughed.

"Good thing you're not one of my students, then, isn't it, Kotetsu?" Iruka asked and grabbed his paperwork.

"Tetsu�" Izumo warned. "Drop it."

Iruka glanced at the other man, his one eye covered as it always was by his bangs. Izumo was cute. Not Kakashi or Yamato, but he certainly had his own share of charm. Iruka smiled. "It's okay, really."

Izumo stared back at him, then reached out and punched Kotetsu anyway. "Hey! What was that for?" Kotetsu asked, rubbing his arm.

"Being an ass. Get to work." Izumo answered and went back to his own paperwork. Kotetsu stared at his best friend for a moment before turning back to his own desk, his head shaking.

Iruka was grateful for it. He didn't really want to explain that he'd gotten laid by something made of latex and he was so bad off it was almost - almost as good as another person. He glanced once more at Izumo and blinked when he saw the other man look away quickly.

He wondered at it a moment, then gave up. He was fucked up enough right then. Turning to the books in front of him, he shoved the rest of his thoughts away and got to work.

He'd managed to make it through the day and into the next before it started to get bad again. It was starting to get ridiculous. Okay, not starting, it was. He wasn't the kind of person to be controlled by sex like that. But keeping in mind that he didn't want to end up snapping people's heads off, he didn't fight it so hard when he got home that night.

But a few days after that, with still no sign of Kakashi and Yamato's team coming back, his mind was still too focused on them and sex. Frustratingly, the initial extra bit the dildo had given him was starting to fade. He knew, without even thinking too much about it, that what he really needed was a human. Another person, not a fucking piece of latex.

So he was once again in a foul mood when he left school later that week.

This time, however, aside from Kakashi and Yamato's images in his head, when he'd gotten to the mission office after school, he couldn't help but notice Izumo. He was bent over, digging something out of the bottom of the supply cabinet and Iruka found himself staring at the older man's ass.

Annoyed, he turned back to his desk and gripped the edge of it. He closed his eyes and counted to ten. It didn't help much, but he was able to refocus a bit.

He glanced down at the clipboard in front of him and worked to shift his attention to his duties. He was grateful, at least, that it was Friday. He could lock himself into his apartment over the weekend and masturbate himself sore, if he needed to. He sighed, pushed the thoughts aside and went to work.

"Hey, Iruka," Izumo said as they were putting their things away for the night. "A bunch of us are going out to the Krooked Kunai tonight. Want to join us?"

It was on the tip of his tongue to turn him down, but maybe it would be better to get out and give himself some distraction. He could always masturbate after he got home. "Sure."

"Okay." He smiled. "We're meeting there about eight."

"Sounds good. I'll see you guys then," He said and waved, then took off for his apartment.

He forced himself to eat something when he got home. He knew he'd be drinking and didn't want to do so on an empty stomach. When he went into the bathroom to shower, he paused a moment, considering. He didn't really expect to end up with anyone that night. He wasn't a slut, despite the rumors that floated around to the contrary.

On the other hand, if he did end up with someone, he didn't want to embarrass himself. So he paused to clean himself out before showering. He shaved carefully, scrubbed from top to bottom, then got annoyed with himself again. He was just going to the bar, for God's sake.

Even so, he pulled out his one good sweater and a pair dress pants and dug out his regular shoes. Finally ready, he realized he was going to have to travel the ninja way if he didn't want to be the last one there. He locked his door and took off.
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Need You Now	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3670 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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