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Missing	By : phoenixsdark Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I make no money off this and do it only for fun. I am poor.

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AN: Yeah, I know....another one. This part contains NCS with SAND, tied up Iruka. It is complicated. And I use my cracked sense of humor later on to break up the angst. It makes sense if you read it, but if you can't deal with it, stop now. I am mean to Iruka again and Gaara is a very confused young man.
The days passed fairly quickly once a routine was established. Every morning the boys woke at dawn to a meal cooked by Iruka; the former school teacher soon became their surrogate parent. He could make Kakashi and Jiraiya jump with but a single barked command and was fiercely critical of the older men should the boys come back bruised or battered.
In return, the teens guarded him from the obvious advances of the two perverts. Although, they were confused why every night the adults insisted on talking quietly together without the kids around. Neji said they were probably discussing what to do the next day or plans for the future. It still made the boys nervous to see Iruka alone with their other teachers; he always left the meetings pale, sometimes shaking. If they voiced their worries, however, he always smiled and told them he was just worried about their futures.
Of course, Iruka knew his supposed ability to scare the men was all an act; one the boys must never see through. At night he was forced to his knees before his captors, head bent in submission; the curse didn’t even let him face the bastards. In monotone he delivered his reports.
Letting them hear his emotional state wasn’t something the scarred man would willingly allow. Fortunately all they seemed to want was information. Despite the boys’ determination to protect him, neither man had made a move to take advantage of their helpless prisoner. That didn’t mean he was just going to cooperate.
He fought the curse tooth and nail. Several times the young man had been forced to seek out Kakashi or Jiraiya. Once he learned it was Shino spying on them, and probably sending reports back to the Hokage, Iruka determined not to tell the other Nins. The simple rebellion caused so much pain, words were impossible when he finally found Kakashi.
Luckily the boys had been out practicing with Jiraiya so they didn’t see how badly he was hurting. Gasping, whimpering, he all but collapsed at the Copy Ninja’s feet, tears streaming down his cheeks. Interestingly enough, the silver haired man had looked horrified at his captive’s suffering, hastening to release him as fast as possible. Though Kakashi still wanted to hear what had caused the curse to activate, Iruka couldn’t forget the expression in the one visible eye. Had there been some guilt there?
Either way, the older men decided to let the spy do his job. If they interfered others might become aware of their refuge when Tsunade sent a replacement; they also told him they figured out who it was two days earlier and hadn’t said anything because they didn’t think the school teacher would notice. So all the suffering Iruka had gone through to protect the young ninja was for nothing. It was just another humiliation to bear.
Tonight he would be forced to tell them there was a second person out there spying on the group. Jiraiya had taught all of them his trick to find chakra in the forest so they would all know if anyone approached.
Shino, having little to begin with, hid his chakra well. In a forest with no chakra, any ninja would find it hard to conceal their presence if one of their group was looking for them; Shino did a remarkable job. He might never have noticed anything if the young man’s bugs hadn’t scouted Iruka’s kitchen.
Then yesterday Naruto’s chakra had flared and a smaller amount had flared at the same time, but in the opposite direction. Today, he felt that same foreign energy. It put his nerves on edge. Someone was running around just outside the camp. Almost as if he or she was taunting the school teacher.
Not that Iruka was going to take the bait. Like most days, the boys were out with both of their new teachers. He was alone in camp preparing math and language lessons for Naruto and the others. They often had to practice many miles from their new home to ensure no one could find it; his lessons took place once they returned and Jiraiya or Kakashi went out in search of meat.
Did the new spy know this? If it came down to a battle of life and death, no help would arrive for at least half an hour. Yet why would Iruka be a target? To clear out the place so this person could set a trap?
A shiver ran down the young man’s spine at the thought. Just how powerful was the newcomer? How skilled? Suddenly, Iruka wanted the older men back. Badly.
He wasn’t a coward. Far from it. However, the teacher was smart enough to understand his limits and compared to those who were hunting his boys, he was no challenge at all. Appearing nonchalant, the teacher decided to go out to the camp’s training grounds. Perhaps he could learn more if he watched carefully. Outside would also provide him with more room to move should an attack come. Being trapped inside could get a person killed.
Another thought struck him as he got ready. Was Shino okay out there? Had the foreigner killed him? Iruka cursed as he gathered his weapons and stepped into the light. They were going to figure out a way to signal for help when the others came back. Perhaps he could ask the boys to check on their booby-traps. Whoever this was might have destroyed them as not a one had gone off, yet he could feel someone watching him nearby. High level Nin too confident to worry about being noticed or dumb luck?
Walking down to the practice area, Iruka knew he couldn’t take the chance it would be the latter. He attacked the closest training post with as large a burst of chakra as he dared. Hopefully it would alert Kakashi and Jiraiya without letting the enemy know they’d been discovered. Twice more he delivered chakra enhanced blows to his target.
‘Notice, you perverts,’ he thought frantically. ‘I don’t have an endless supply of energy like Naruto.’
Unfortunately, those three bursts were all he could manage and so tried to concentrate on finishing up his forms. It wasn’t as easy as he thought it would be due to the sand covering the ground.
Sand? There wasn’t any sand in the forest, Iruka realized too late. He tried frantically to leap aside but threads of it gripped his ankles and arms, throwing him harshly enough against the post to almost knock him out. He was going to have some nice bruises on his back if he survived the attack. Iruka fought to remain conscious as a lone figure stepped out of the bushes.
“Gaara-kun,” he tried to sound calm. “What is the meaning of this?”
Sand bound his arms and legs to the post like iron chains. He wouldn’t be able to break free or defend himself at all. Fear ate away at his ability to think. Forcing the panic aside, Iruka focused on his captor. What did the boy want? What did he know about the Sand nin besides his tendency to rip victims to shred using the same sand holding Iruka captive?
“You are important to him,” the red-haired boy stated. He had stopped about a dozen feet away and was calmly staring at his captive.
“Who are you speaking of, Gaara-kun? Perhaps we could go inside and talk about this over tea?” Where were those damn idiots?!
‘Him’ had to be Naruto. Had the Sand Nin come to kill the blond? Had the other clan suddenly stopped being allies with Konoha? Iruka almost moaned in terror; Naruto had barely survived last time. He had to distract this monster somehow. Where was Shino? He didn’t want the young nin to endanger himself, but he sincerely hoped the boy was getting help.
“We can talk about him while we relax in the shade, Gaara-kun.” Keeping saying his name, the teacher told himself. Form a connection.
Gaara wasn’t listening; he calmly approached the bound man, halving the difference from his quarry.
“Why are you special to him? You’re weak.”
Cold eyes raked over Iruka as sand moved under his clothes. He tensed for pain that never came; instead the sand removed all his weapons, depositing them in a small pile off to the right. So close but without any way to reach them, they might as well be back in Konoha. Yet, the sand quickly returned, snaking under his clothes.
“You can’t give him anything.” A look of contemplation came over the young Sand Nin. “Or can you?"
The sand moved faster, shredding Iruka’s outfit until nothing remained. However, not a single scratch appeared on his skin; actually the sand began to form a cushion for his back. The young teacher marveled at the precision while blushing helplessly.
“This is very inappropriate, Gaara-kun.” He stammered. The boy ignored him in favor of looking over the newly exposed skin. “Please stop looking at me like that!”
“I like your blush,” was the response as sand ripped out his hair tie. “That makes you look much prettier.”
Iruka swallowed hard. This could not be what he thought. Not possible. No. Gaara was still just a boy. He couldn’t possibly have come all the way from Suna to do this.
“B-Boys aren’t pretty, Gaara-kun.” Get his mind off this, Iruka chanted silently.
“But you are pretty.” The youth insisted almost angrily.
How far could he push the foreign Nin before he went insane and tore his captive to pieces? Iruka swallowed his fear. There had to be a way out of this. Without being killed by the psychotic youth. Would that be better than whatever the boy had planned? Perhaps he meant to torture Iruka for information on Naruto? Yet torture didn’t seem to be what the young fighter had on his mind. The sand was slowly moving over his body in very disturbing ways. Where the hell were those damn perverts!
The sand was moving faster along Iruka’s skin, almost caressing.
“What are you doing? Didn’t you want to talk?” How to distract him? The teacher found himself losing his ability to focus as his instincts fought for control; the urge to escape drown out almost everything helpful or coherent. He HAD to get away!
“Talk later.” Gaara was enjoying the way the older man’s blush spread as his sand explored more tender flesh. Could he make the older Nin blush all over? And then there was the way the older man was moving. Gaara had never thought a man dancing could be beautiful before, but with Naruto’s precious person, it was most definitely.
Iruka couldn’t stop feeling the sand caressing all over him now. Slow and surprisingly soft. He bit back a moan as it began to touch sensitive zones. A second later he arched into the touch, unable to control his reaction.
“Stop this.” He tried to order while struggling not to lean into the intimately pleasant sensations; instead, his voice came out seductively breathless. Shame made his cheeks blaze.
Gaara frowned. “Does it hurt?”
Iruka was about to lie when the sand reached between his legs; he couldn’t help himself, he gasped, grinding into the touch. His actions twisted in Iruka’s heart. He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t act like some slut. But at the same time, nothing he did let him regain control of his body.
“Guess not,” his captor smirked.
Since he wasn’t hurting the older man, it was time to go further. Gaara was very curious as to what Umino Iruka would sound like when driven mad with pleasure.
“S-Stop.”
Iruka couldn’t avoid the sand. It was everywhere, like a thousand hands seeking to drive him insane. Unable to handle the feeling, he twisted in his bonds, bruising wrists and ankles, caught between the urges to escape and lean into the touches. Then the captive nin felt a nudge between his rear cheeks.
“No, Gaara, please don’t.”
Panic gave Iruka strength and he managed to get an arm free only to have it yanked back to his side. Sand tightened its hold enough to make the bones grind against each other.
“You can’t do this.”
A puzzled expression and increased stroking were all the response provided. Sobbing in combined frustration, fear, and anger, the young teacher struggled to free himself and resist his body’s desires; his instincts had given up on running away, now the traitors wanted to stay. Try as he might, nothing was able to distract Iruka from the touches and he was fast becoming speechless; his body trembled with tension from conflicting messages. Everywhere the redhead’s weapon brought pleasure.
Soft, long strokes down spread thighs. Sharp pinches to his nipples. What was worst of all was the sand between his legs; it honestly felt like the most mind-blowingly wonderful blowjob ever. Iruka couldn’t stop himself from enjoying Gaara’s attention. Frustration and pent up desire brought tears as his self-control faded. Then sand began very languorously pressing for entrance.
“Please, don’t. Please, stop.” Iruka openly begged.
He didn’t care about his pride; he threw it to the winds. He just wanted this to stop. Shame at his reaction ripped through the teacher’s mind but couldn’t overcome the pleasure he was feeling. Caught between need and terror, Iruka felt shock settling in.
“Stop.” His breath hitched. “Don’t.”
The words were supposed to be strong denials. They came out moaned. Oh how his body wanted it. Iruka didn’t think there could be anything more disgraceful or base as the way his body reacted. As if he were some cheap street whore.
Now Gaara looked terribly confused but made no move to halt what was happening. The words were wrong but the scarred man’s body had already moved to welcome the invasion. In all his spying on others, he’d never seen this before. What did it mean? There were tears, but the voice tone was right and the older man’s body was moving correctly. It was the tears that confused him. He’d never seen anyone cry during this act before. Why was Umino Iruka crying? He’d done his best not to hurt the other man.
“What the fuck are you doing, Gaara?!” A voice echoed across the clearing.
Miraculously the sand stopped moving as a nin wearing face paint charged toward them. The part of Iruka’s brain still able to think identified the newcomer as Kankuro. Now what? Was this horror to become a gangbang?
“Nothing,” Gaara calmly replied while turning back to Iruka.
“Nothing?!” The puppet master stopped next to his brother. “Gaara, you’re raping this man!”
“I am not. You do the same thing to that dog boy from Konoha.”
“I have his permission!” Kankuro stared at his brother as if he’d gone more insane than usual.
“Permission?”
“Yes. Damn it, Gaara, you don’t just jump on people and force them. This is supposed to be mutual. As in both parties want to do it.”
“Why?”
Kankuro stared at his brother for several heartbeats. When the Council sent him to find their wayward weapon, the puppet master had never once thought he would find something like this. There were so many things Gaara’d never learned or had a chance to. How could anyone make up for all those lost things? And here was the price for turning an innocent child into a weapon.
Ever since the fight with that annoying blond boy, Gaara began growing, learning, and Kankuro honestly had hopes his little brother could become a great man. Yet there was so much missed information! There were so many ways his brother just did not understand how life worked. Why should he be surprised at this little scene? It wasn’t as if anyone had ever told Gaara about sex. With a sigh, he decided that his brother’s education could start here and now.
“Look at him,” Kankuro said quietly. “Does he look happy?”
The killer calmly gazed over his captive. No, the man did not look happy. The tears were still there.
“He is crying.” His tone made it clear to Kankuro that his brother did care. Good sign and a good place to start.
“That because you’re hurting him.”
This wasn’t going to be easy. Gaara didn’t understand what he’d done and Kankuro couldn’t be sure how he would react once he did. Hopefully he wouldn’t lose control. It all depended on if his little brother was just a monster or a person with real emotions, capable of love and compassion.
“I have been very careful. The sand hasn’t…”
Kankuro cut him off. “Not that kind of pain.”
Gaara looked startled and placed a hand over his heart. He was making the man hurt like that? A look of total horror crossed the nin’s face. That was the worst kind of hurt. How could he have inflicted it on another? On Naruto’s most precious person!
“You have to have permission before you do stuff like this.” Kankuro could see he was reaching his brother. Just a little more. It was going much better than expect, so what happened next shocked the hell out of him.
“Very well,” Gaara nodded and marched right up to Iruka. “I would like to have sex with you.” He declared boldly.
“Ah fuck,” Kankuro groaned, smacking his forehead.
For his part, Iruka burst into slightly hysterical laughter. The whole exchange between brothers was surreal. How could someone be raised with other people and not understand how relationships work? Part of him, despite the circumstances, actually felt sorry for Gaara. How lonely this boy must be.
“Did I say it wrong?” Gaara turned to Kankuro, wholly confused.
“No,” Iruka cut in as he got a hold of himself. “I don’t want to have sex with you, Gaara-kun. Please let me go.”
“Why not?” Gaara demanded, the sand swirling in an agitated manner, hand returning to cover his heart. “Is Naruto-kun more attractive than I?”
“It-it isn’t that at all, Gaara-kun,” Iruka shivered under his sandy blanket, too aware of how quickly this child could kill him if the wrong words were used. “Naruto is like my son. I don’t love him in this manner.”
“And me?”
“I would only do this with someone I love, Gaara-kun. We just met.”
Love. The word seemed to hit the young nin like a blow; his hand tightened on his chest. It looked physically painful. Again Iruka felt a flash of sympathy for the young nin.
“Could you love me?”
The words were almost whispered yet the desperate look on the boy’s face reached right into Iruka’s heart. Nothing he had done had been done out of evil or malice. Just confused loneliness. Given what he knew about Gaara, Iruka doubted Kankuro was lying or that this was a trick.
“It takes time to love,” Iruka smiled gently. “And holding a person prisoner doesn’t help.”
Just like that, the sand pulled back, allowing the school teacher to collapse to his knees against the post, hands moving to cover himself. It would take time for him to get his body under control, and even longer to make peace with himself over this, but it looked like it might finally be over.
“Let’s go back to the village, Gaara.” Kankuro laid a gentle hand on his brother’s shoulder. “I really don’t want to face that damn bug user again.”
Iruka turned to where the painted nin was facing to find Shino stepping out of the shadows, air around him full of his bugs. Relief flooded the scarred man. At least no one had died yet. Perhaps they could get out of this without any real casualties other than his pride and self-confidence.
“Very well,” Gaara dropped his arm and nodded. “But once there, you will teach me how to seduce this man.”
Kankuro was left sputtering as his little brother approached the older nin. Shino took a step forward but held back torn between his need to protect the sensei and knowing how little chance he stood. Iruka faced Gaara without flinching, stilling the trembling his limbs wanted.
“You are very pretty. I will do better next time.” The words were said with child-like honesty and determination. It struck Iruka just how young Gaara was actually; how little he knew of people.
“Next time?!” Kankuro howled.
“Next time you visit,” the teacher declared having made a decision, “I expect you to use better manners.”
“I will learn how to court you properly, Umino Iruka. I swear.”
With a nod and a bow, the redheaded killer calmly walked past Kankuro toward the trees. He was almost there when two very distinct chakra signatures announced the arrival of Kakashi and Jiraiya. The older men took one look around the clearing before launching themselves at their young companions. Jiraiya stood defensively in front of Shino while Kakashi positioned himself between the Sand nins and Iruka.
“We were just leaving.” Kankuro backed away waving his hands to indicate they didn’t want a fight. Gaara ignored them all, vanishing in a puff of sand. “Man. One of these days someone has to teach him about being polite. Not me though. I like living.”
Then he vanished as well.
The older men paused, tense and waiting, until they couldn’t sense the pair. Once the fighters were sure it was safe, they surveyed the clearing. That’s when both men got a look at Iruka. Naked. Hair loose. Blushing like a virgin on the wedding night.
Reaction was instantaneous. Jiraiya’s eyes bulged and he collapsed in a pool of blood at Shino’s feet. Iruka glared at him disgustedly before turning his angry stare to Kakashi. However, the silver haired man wasn’t staring at Iruka with lust in his eyes. Both were wide open, the forehead protector pushed back. They raked over the naked man’s body with concern, noting every scratch, every bruise.
“Did he hurt you?” Kakashi said softly, his fingers ran over the wounds gently to gauge how bad they were, brushing away the tears. “Did he…?”
The question trailed off as the man couldn’t bring voice to his fear. Iruka saw compassion and worry on the older man’s face.
“No, he didn’t.”
Relief flooded Kakashi and he embraced Iruka impulsively. “I should have been here. I’m sorry.”
“We’re going to have to find a way to signal each other,” Jiraiya announced. The uber pervert was standing over them with tissue paper firmly stuffed up his nose.
“I was thinking that myself,” Iruka put in, all the while wondering how he could get the pair to leave so he could find clothes and wondering what Shino was doing.
“PERVERTS!” The shriek echoed through the clearing.
“Oh dear,” Iruka murmured when he saw the boys arriving.
“Shit,” the older nin chorused right before they were buried beneath clones and very angry teenagers.
“Umm boys?” This time Iruka felt bad; the men actually hadn’t done anything.
“Perhaps you should go put some clothes on now, Iruka-sensei,” Shino advised, relieved his nosebleed was hidden by his jacket’s high collar. “I don’t think you can stop them.”
One looked proved the bug nin was right. No amount of talking would calm the boys. With a sigh the teacher went to look for some clothes. Perhaps later he could make it up to his would be rescuers. And maybe explore what Kakashi had shown him. For now, clothes and trying to repair his torn spirit.

AN: For sure pairings are K/I, but not sure about where Jiraiya goes. Naruto and Sasuke may end up together. There will be at least one threesome and a time skip is coming. One or two more chapters to put everyone where they need to be and set up the plot fully and then time skip.
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