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Heatstroke

Jiraiya
blamed the heat. Really.
The
sweltering heat that sometimes came to the Fire Country in early summer,
burning away the tender breeze from the sea (he would have to remember that for
his next novel.) It did strange things to a man, young and old alike.

By his
mid-fifties, the legendary shinobi and self-proclaimed super pervert had
perfected the noble art of ignoring that gnawing worm that was his conscience -
which was currently informing him that he had all this coming for a long time.

It wasn�t
fair, actually. He took off more than two years ago with an annoying little kid
in a jumpsuit in a past-unbelievable shade of flashy orange, thirteen years old
and with exactly two things on his mind: training to become Hokage
(dream on) and save that snotty runaway Uchiha friend
of his from Orochimaru in the process (Jiraiya was
right with his student on getting any child out of those long fingers as soon
as possible); and stuffing his seemingly endless void of a stomach. If Jiraiya heard
one more lecture on the finer points of miso versus
beef ramen, he�d summon Gamabunta and attempt suicide
by toad.

Somewhere,
along the way, that kid had grown into a young man who was getting closer by
the minute to seeing eye to eye to Jiraiya when they
sparred. Naruto was adamant about sticking to variations of the theme orange
with each renewal of his sparse wardrobe, but now developing muscles and
broadening shoulders filled out the gaudy material, and the Nine-Tails� whisker
marks marred cheeks that�d lost their baby fat, under high cheekbones and the
stubbornly determined gaze of a very-near adult.
In short,
he looked more like his late father every day.
It wasn�t
fair.

Not that
Jiraiya was, of course, a man who would nurse indecent thoughts about his
student (unlike certain other senseis he could name).
But after all, the truly great author must recognize and appreciate beauty
where he sees it.
And not
ignore as source of inspiration certain� avenues of thought and action
when they so readily leapt at him, either.

*****

Jiraiya had
wondered over the years why none of the pretty whores he entertained himself
with ever seemed to catch Naruto�s interest. The
spirits alone knew he�d drilled the boy thoroughly over their wanderings on the
beauty and attractions that the female body had to offer. It just never seemed
to stick in the boy�s head (well, small surprise there as precious little else
did, anyway). At first, Jiraiya had mused that Naruto was too young to
appreciate the merits of ladies and/or merely miffed because more often than
not, the brat himself funded Jiraiya�s adventures. Later - after he�d
practically waved a ripe specimen of fine cleavage and ass under his lanky
student�s nose only to be turned down with yet another outcry of �Ero-Sennin!�, which later on made the girl giggle so
helplessly at a very crucial point that even the Great Toad Sage had to abort
his mission - the exasperated Jiraiya put down Naruto�s
odd behaviour to some chivalric fidelity to his beloved �Sakura-chaaaaan!� back home (this topic of many a rant was
getting to annoy Jiraiya as much as the ramen.)

However,
everything was made clearer the night Jiraiya was finishing Chapter 31 of Icha-Icha Paradise,
Volume 12: Reluctant Romance, puffing his old pipe, his humble poet�s
endeavours lit only by a sputtering oil lamp at the rather shabby desk in their
rented room. The hermit was getting rather engrossed with his work, as he had
arrived at the point where Jirou had finally managed
to lure Yuina, the fickle blonde beauty, into bed,
and was now attending to her voluptuous bosom to the full extent of his
considerable skill. His darling student, whose ever-growing power and uneasy
demonic tenant had mere weeks before gifted Jiraiya with the star shaped wound
on his chest that the hermit would never have survived if not for his extensive
knowledge of medical jutsu, was supposedly dead
asleep in the next room from yet another exhaustive day of padding along dusty
roads and training �my ass to shreds, Ero-Sennin!�
(�Don�t call me that, brat!�).

Jiraiya
winced as the healing tissue across his pectorals made its presence known right
in the middle of � �he nursed like a baby, worshipping
those magnificent globes with his lips� �. Blowing a thoughtful cloud of smoke,
he tenderly massaged his chest and wondered whatever would become of Naruto if
he couldn�t learn how to control the demon fox; if Jiraiya himself one day came
to his limits against the monster inside the boy�

Lost in
thought, the hermit very nearly missed the soft sound of a rustling blanket
from the next room as the body beneath it gave a sudden jolt. Jiraiya frowned,
hoping the kid�s nightmares weren�t returning. He was not comforting a
bawling teenager when he should be reaching new levels of literary achievement.

But the
soft gasp that emanated from the darkness had nothing to do with fear.
Jiraiya�s
pen stopped its scratching across the paper as the old shinobi�s near
preternatural hearing caught a low hissed breath that ended in a moan, then
more rustles of the blanket, and the tiny shuffle of rhythmic movement on a
thin futon covering a tatami mat.

O ho.
Having fun, are we, Naruto-kun?

The hermit
chuckled inwardly. Boys would be boys, and it wasn�t as if he hadn�t teased
Naruto into a state of highly amusing sputtering and blushing about exceedingly
long pee breaks before. It was really only a matter of time before he caught
the lad in the act.

Some
moments passed, and Jiraiya began to wonder why, exactly, he hadn�t heard
Naruto satisfy himself before. The boy was rather� vocal. The heavy
breathing had escalated into a series of full-out, needy moans and whines that
were proving a rather annoying distraction to the toad sage�s fictional
strivings.

As the
brush slid in his grasp and made a blot of ink straight across � �throbbing pole of lust� �, the irate Jiraiya put down his
pipe, wiped his sweaty hands on his pants and drew breath to clear his throat
and alert his occupied student that his master was awake, only to nearly choke
on his own tongue when Naruto�s incoherent noises
became words:

�Nnngh� Sasuke, please��

Aha, mused the
toad sage. That explains a lot. No wonder the boy ignored the bounties
of the female flesh. His boundless energy and persistence in training were also
much more readily understandable: the most powerful force on Earth drove young
Naruto. Jiraiya eagerly perked up his expert ears (of course merely to reap
this prime inspiration for the next Icha Icha instalment!) for the next low whine of �Saaahh!� Yes,
bastard, there!�

*�Sensei,
please� Right there!�*
Jiraiya�s
eyes, which had apparently closed in his concentration, flew open as a voice
from a past long dead came unbidden to his mind, as clear as the day he first
heard it. He groaned involuntarily then caught his breath; but Naruto was
apparently too engrossed in his own activities to pay any attention to the
world outside his body, for the young man�s maddening noises continued
unabated.

All Jiraiya
could think of as Naruto gasped out his climax was how close the voice in his
ear was to the one in his head. Both combined to make the hermit�s blood rush
and the cool chamber suddenly stuffy.
The
legendary Sannin gave up on writing for the night,
and sat for a long while simply staring into the lamp flame as his student fell
silent and, after a while, began to snore softly.

What a
bother.

The
thoughts Jiraiya entertained made him so out of sorts that when later that
night, after Jiraiya himself had barely fallen asleep after tossing and turning
for a while, his adorable student regaled him with a well-aimed kick to the
side for snoring, the master shinobi completely forgot to snarl back a scathing
reply as to who exactly was making noise here.

*****
As if the
weather spirits themselves were having Jiraiya on, the heat wave begun the next
day. That meant endless hours seeping into days of perspiring under
uncomfortable clothes and that damnable scroll case that right now didn�t seem
all that necessary to log around, as well as ladies of the evening who were
more intent on fanning themselves sluggishly outside their boudoirs than
entertaining company. Not to mention a student who doffed his lurid monstrosity
of a shirt as he practiced jutsus, punches and kicks
in the sizzling heat, rivulets of sweat running down the promising musculature
of his bare chest and torso.

In the
light of several more cases of nightly� activities� catching Jiraiya�s ears �
the sage naturally being a gentleman and not letting on that he was awake to
hear - it all was, really, most unfair.

Jiraiya had
seated himself under a tree, preoccupied with waving half a failed manuscript
in front of his face, trying to angle the blessed breeze just right into the
sweaty confines of his opened shirt. So busy was he with this crucial task, as
well as pointedly ignoring the line of tan back flashing golden before him in
the midday sun, that he was as close to startled as a shinobi of his calibre
could be when he noticed that the owner of said back had stopped his exertions
and was watching his sensei intently from a short distance away.

Now what?
�Did I tell you to stop, brat?� Naruto jolted visibly; he must�ve not noticed
Jiraiya observing him in turn. Ha.
�You�re
never going to become Hokage if you stand around and
gawp like a toad out of water instead of training.�
Naruto
regained his normal charming composure and shot back: �Well, it�s too hot to
train anyway! It�s dangerous, anyone could tell you that! You�re supposed to
teach me stuff, Ero-Sennin, but you just sit on your
ass all day and never show me anything! I could just train with a rock or
something, at least that wouldn�t spend my money on booze and girls!�
�Are you
saying I haven�t taught you anything?� spluttered the incredulous Jiraiya. �You
ungrateful little shit! As if you�d ever have figured out Rasengan on your own!�
�I might as
well, �coz YOU just gave me a fucking rubber ball and NO INSTRUCTIONS!�
�You were
just too stupid to understand them!�
�Lazy-ass!�
�Imbecile!�
�Pervert!�
�Shrimp!�

This
amiable banter continued for a while, and Jiraiya was so pleased with this
slice of normalcy that he let the kid goad him into buying ice cream in the
next town. However, as they once more slouched down the dusty road, the hermit
pondered that moment he�d managed to catch Naruto off guard; that never-before
seen look he�d just caught in the blue eyes fixed on him.

Naturally,
he still kept his wits about him enough to trip Naruto into the next river they
crossed.

*****
It
continued much in the same vein for three more days. They travelled, they
sweated, Naruto trained in the sun that met its match in the colour of his
hair, and Jiraiya watched, seated comfortably in the shade, occasionally
catching up on the sleep he missed at night and at times catching Naruto� well�
sneaking glances.

In short,
between the distractions offered by his student and those of his own mind,
Jiraiya was frustrated, confused, and filled with gloom for his neglected
Chapter 31 and the eager hordes of fans awaiting the next Icha
Icha instalment.

Indeed, he
might not have finished it at all if summer had not decided to play in his
favour.

It was high
noon, and Jiraiya had flattened himself under the largest available tree and
draped the huge, moist leaf of a water lily from the nearby river over his old,
weary head. It didn�t do much good. He was still sweating his clothes clean
through and feeling sticky and awful, but although he could hear the occasional
�oomph�, the whoosh of Rasengan and the poof of
shadow clones from the meadow next to his tree, at least he couldn�t see his
young apprentice (the shirt had come off again and the pants were hanging
dangerously low today).

Jiraiya had
lived long, travelled much and taught Naruto well, so he was completely
entitled to the nap he got in the pressing heat of midday. When he jerked
awake, then, he was most miffed and ready to lash out at his antisocial
catastrophe of a student for disturbing the sleep of a seasoned warrior.

His ire
lasted all of two seconds before he spotted Naruto face down, motionless, in
the dry grass. The very lack of noise from the boy must�ve been what woke
Jiraiya.

Immediately,
the hermit dropped into a fighting stance, scanning his surroundings for
enemies. Perhaps the Akatsuki had found them? His
fingers were already curving to form the hand seals that would have him spit
globs of flaming oil at whoever was unlucky enough to oppose them.
But they
were either better at hiding than any great ninja Jiraiya had ever known � and
he knew them all � or else the toad sage and his student was left alone. Pah, since when were Akatsuki
known to make anything less than a flashy entrance, anyway.

Not that
that necessarily made things any better.
Jiraiya
padded anxiously to his fallen student�s side, ready for the flash of massive
chakra and burning red slits of eyes turned toward him. But it never came.
Naruto simply lay there immobile.

The sage sagged
with relief.
Trained
too hard and passed out. Stupid child ought to learn by the example of his
betters.
Businesslike,
Jiraiya turned Naruto over on the grass, preparing to hoist him across the
shoulder like a sack of rice. Then he noticed the shallow breathing. Naruto�s skin was scalding to the touch, and his face
burned with a flush that spread to his chest as the boy gasped for air. Holding
his apprentice, Jiraiya felt the pulse-beat; as he�d expected, it throbbed like
that of a fledgling bird, much too rapid to be healthy.
Crap.

Well,
Jiraiya was a man of action, and he knew what to do. He peeled off the
sweat-soaked Konoha headband whose metal plate almost
scorched his fingers. Lifting Naruto carefully, he carried the limp genin to the river and waded in, crouching down in the
shallows so that both of them were in up to their chests. Jiraiya held his
apprentice there as he slowly felt the erratic pulse calm and that horrible
angry red leave Naruto�s face.

Naruto
shifted in his arms, turning vacant eyes to his sensei�s face.
��whuzza� Ero-S�nin? Why�s� all wet? S�nice tho�� was really hot��
�You passed
out from heat stroke, brat. We�re in a river and I think something just nibbled
my toe, so shut up and cool down.�
��oh��
Naruto fell
silent as eddies whirled around them and a bird chirped from the far shore.
Jiraiya intently regarded a nearby clump of reeds and paid no heed at all to
blonde hair plastered to angular cheekbones and all the points where a sleek
body touched his, rocking gently with the current.

After a
while, the elder man steeled himself and peered down to find Naruto�s eyes closed and his breathing even. Not about to
put up with more nonsense (and just what was that attacking his toe?)
Jiraiya hauled himself out of the water and squelched back to his tree, Naruto
in his arms. He bowed down to unload his student in the shade, only to be
caught in a death-grip from one tan arm.
When the
hell did he get that strong?

��don�t� please don�t let go��
Jiraiya
froze. Had he not had the young man before him, he would not have recognised
that low, pleading voice as that of his hyperactive, loud apprentice.
� �m
sorry�, Naruto murmured. �Feels weird� �s better when you � world�s�
isn�t spinning so much� it�s weird� sorry��
And still he
clung to Jiraiya for dear life, fingers digging into the hermit�s shoulder and
upper arm.

Of course,
the sage didn�t have the heart to do anything but drape the boy across his lap
once more, which took some wiggling because Naruto�s
legs were really too long for this and Jiraiya�s back wasn�t what it used to
be, but at last they rested somewhat comfortably against the tree.

Some time
passed, humidly.

Then
Jiraiya was startled out of his stoic perusal of a most interesting branch with
precisely 28 and a half leaves on it by a hand on his chest.
Naruto was tracing the outline of
the starburst scar with one shaking finger, gazing vacantly at his sensei�s
marred body. Feeling Jiraiya watching him, he turned his glazed, hooded eyes
upwards to meet those of the hermit.
�I�m
sorry,� he said, voice steadier now. ��fucked up again, didn�t I?�
Jiraiya,
swallowing, gave a non-committal �hmm�.
That
finger wasn�t ceasing its ministrations� and like this, Naruto sounded� so
very� No. No way.
�I really�
damn it, I try my best and I always fucking fail� I couldn�t even save
him��
�That was
hardly your fault, Naruto,� Jiraiya managed.
��still
feels like it�� choked out the boy in his embrace.

There was
actually very little to say to this, so Jiraiya kept silent, particularly as
Naruto sounded dangerously close to tears in his confused state. Here�s to
hoping he nods off soon.
The
sun-stricken young man appeared to have no intentions of doing that, however. Jiraiya
really couldn�t see what was so interesting about his open shirt that Naruto�s fingers should continue to play with it,
occasionally skimming the curly hairs on the sage�s chest.

�I�ve�
never felt like this� not really,� came from the vicinity of Jiraiya�s right
nipple.
�I should
hope not�, croaked Jiraiya. �You�ll never be Hokage
if you pass out every time you train.�
��don� mean
that� Like this� with you� Safe.�

Oh.
Jiraiya
wasn�t allowed much time to let that confession sink in, for there was the
sudden flurry of a hand grasping at the back of his neck for purchase, and then
a sunburst of golden hair filled the Sannin�s vision
as clumsy, eager lips pressed against his and a voice from the past sang again
in his mind.
*�Please,
Sensei� Teach me��*
And Jiraiya
forgot the world as he responded to that fumbling kiss with the full experience
of over forty years, catching Naruto�s lower lip with
his own as their teeth clashed together with an audible click, and he grasped
the slim shoulders in his broad arms and clutched the delirious boy to his
chest, thrusting his tongue into that open, ready mouth, his head and body
pounding with all that thirty years could not erase and what just a week had
shown him.

Grasping
hold of Naruto�s hair, Jiraiya pulled their mouths
apart with an audible pop, and stared hypnotized at the thread of saliva that
broke to cling from the young man�s mouth down his chin before summoning the
presence of mind to speak.
�I�m not
your Uchiha, Naruto.�
�I know�,
the boy slurred. �Jiraiya-sama��
Naruto was
not himself, and Jiraiya really, really shouldn�t be doing this, he was taking
advantage of an innocent, confused youth, but spirits, those virgin lips now on
his again, that tongue growing bolder by the second, the heat rising between
their bodies�

�No!� the
old hermit gasped out, pushing his apprentice off his lap forcefully. �No,� he
repeated, lower, breathing heavily. �Naruto, get up, get your clothes on. We�re
finding an inn.� He raised himself, back turned to the sprawled boy; one more
look into those blue eyes would be his undoing.

Mercifully,
the toad Jiraiya summoned carried Naruto into town, no questions asked.

*****
Naruto
rested, and Jiraiya chain-smoked and pretended to write, and things were quite
awkward that next day. But as late afternoon saw them back on the road, arguing
over whether the last 100-ryu note in Naruto�s purse
was dropped somewhere by a thoughtless runt or spent on sake by an old thieving
pervert, Jiraiya dared breathe an inward sigh of relief.

They slept
rolled into blankets by the wayside, and Jiraiya was too tired to notice if
Naruto did anything that should keep his sensei awake. Things appeared to be
returning to normal.

As a legendary
shinobi, Jiraiya mused later, he ought to have recalled that appearances are
most often deceptive.

The toad
sage was awakened bright and early next morning by an exuberant young man
kicking at his backside to get his poor old sensei to wake up, so they could
have breakfast at the wayside tavern he�d just discovered (it was truly uncanny
for a teenager to be so active in the mornings). With Jiraiya�s admittedly
extensive funds depleted by the cost of several helpings of pork ramen (for breakfast?),
they set off to find a suitable place by the side of the river they still
followed.

The sun was
already beating down by the time Jiraiya had seated himself with paper and pen
at the shaded edge of a small clearing in the middle of which Naruto assumed
battle position against three shadow clones; by mid-morning, it was scalding
hot, and the toad sage�s apprentice joined his master in the shade. Said master
pretended to be engrossed in bringing forth his next great novel. He had in
fact been engrossed in distractedly doodling stick figures in various positions
for the past two hours; the shirt had come off again and those lamentably
orange pants were getting indecently tight on the growing youth. Naruto, taught
by experience, had packed his headband securely in his satchel today rather
than have it heat up his forehead, and shaggy golden hair fell across his brow
and temples to curl with the sweat covering his face.

Jiraiya
felt the heat and chakra radiate off the body that plonked down next to his,
smelled the warm scent of sweat and young man, and feigned intense interest in
his piece of paper.
Did Naruto have
to spill water from that bottle he was drinking out of all over his chest?

Spilling it
was apparently mandatory on his bothersome student�s behalf, for Naruto gave a
small, embarrassed laugh. �I really messed up yesterday, didn�t I, Ero-Sennin?�
�Hmm,�
Jiraiya arrived at, intently commencing the depiction of a blob that when seen
from the right angle could nearly pass as� well, nothing at all, really.
�Some Hokage I�m gonna be if I don�t
even remember to keep out of the sun at midday.�
�Hmm.�
�I�m sorry
for bothering you back there.�
��
�I just got
scared when the world sorta, I dunno,
it was, like, swaying and really weird and I felt like puking but I couldn�t,
and� Yeah.�
�Then when
you, when you picked me up, it felt�� An indrawn, shuddering breath, and
Jiraiya awaited with trepidation, yes, trepidation it definitely was, the
arrival at the crux of the matter.
�Shit,
sensei, I�ve been having all these thoughts, these dreams, and it�s so
fucking hot I can�t breathe all the time, and my body feels like it�s not
really mine anymore, �n it�s like I�m itching like crap, �n I just can�t make
it go away however I try, and I�m so fucking sorry, but I want, I need� please
say something� Ero-Sennin?�
Jiraiya
slowly and deliberately put down his paper and pen.
�Naruto�,
he spoke carefully from a throat gone utterly dry, turning to see the summer
sky reflected in a young man�s eyes like so many years before. �If I do
anything you don�t want me to, tell me to stop and I will.�
Then the
old sage leaned over and drank in his student�s lips.

Naruto�s
hands fisted in the back of Jiraiya�s shirt, Naruto�s
chest pressed feverishly against his, and Naruto�s tongue
seemed intent on making its way down his sensei�s throat; Jiraiya reflected
with the presence of mind that only came with age in moments like this that the
kid was certainly more than making up for his obvious inexperience with sheer
enthusiasm. The toad sage slid a broad hand up that tan, muscular back that had
flashed maddeningly before him to splay it out between Naruto�s
shoulder blades, supporting the boy as Jiraiya withdrew a little space to be
able to once again capture and suckle on a coral, slightly chapped lower lip.
The elder man reaped a high-pitched moan from his student�s throat as his
reward, and rejoiced to hear that sound that had become familiar in these long
humid nights now being made for him.

Naruto
arched to bring their lips back into full contact, but Jiraiya dodged him
expertly, earning a frustrated whimper for his troubles before the toad sage�s
lips and tongue searched the column of Naruto�s
throat, licking at skin the colour of fine tea, tasting the salty, musky and
infinitely sweet flavour of youth and lust itself. He came to a temporary stop
to pay proper attention to the point where throat met jaw-bone, suckling in
time to the pulse he could feel throbbing against his open mouth and hearing a
most satisfying gasp in his ear.

Jiraiya
smirked in anticipation and bit down ever so gently on Naruto�s
earlobe.
Yes, very
definitely vocal.

The long,
out-drawn whine was punctuated as Naruto thrust his hips frantically and
Jiraiya had to close his eyes and swallow hard as he felt the teenager�s
arousal buck against his hip and thigh.
Naruto
shifted against him, one hand releasing its hold on Jiraiya�s back to begin
clawing the hermit�s shirt off of his shoulder; but that left him with too little
support for all this, and he reeled away, arms flailing, to regain his balance
with both hands on the ground and a frustrated growl.

The toad
sage revelled in the sheer lust this new position allowed him to see in those
still-defiant eyes. Jiraiya lowered his gaze from the blue fire to admire
panting lips that he still hadn�t kissed to that exact shade of slick dark red
that they were in his mind, and began teasing them again with his own, mouth
curling wetly against Naruto�s as the old hermit
smiled. �Easy, kid�, he hummed. �This isn�t a battle.�

�I� I
want�� Naruto gasped into his sensei�s mouth.
�I know,� rumbled Jiraiya deep in his chest.

The hermit
mentally congratulated himself on his considerable skill in the mechanics of
love-making as he was able to wiggle out of his damp shirt while still paying
full attention to exploring Naruto�s hot mouth,
teaching that fumbling, needy tongue the steps of amorous combat. With the
annoying piece of clothing cast aside, Jiraiya gathered Naruto against him with
one broad arm, savouring the sensation of that smooth, muscular chest against
his own, the maddening brush of the hard dusky nipples he could see in his
mind�s eye. Expectantly, the sage reached up with his
unoccupied hand, lathered his thumb with a drop of the water and sweat
trickling down his student�s body and flicked it across one dark bud; he was
not disappointed, for the body in his arms jerked spasmodically, and the hips
thrust helplessly once more as Naruto gave a startled �uuunh!�

*�Sensei,
you� So strong, right there, ooh��*

I wonder
if�
It took
some force and agility, but Jiraiya was, after all, an expert shinobi, and the
task was far from arduous. The elder man closed his eyes and stole one hand
down Naruto�s back, into those hideous orange pants
and the green boxers that�d been beckoning to him all day, to cup the naked
flesh of one firm buttock. From the strangled sound that hummed through
Jiraiya�s lips, here was another sensitive area, and he kneaded it gratefully
for a moment; but he was not a man to be deterred from a mission. Shifting that
hand slightly and splaying the fingers of the other for a better grip, he
hefted his student upwards against him, releasing those luscious lips with a
parting lick that promised more and fastening his mouth on the nipple his
finger had visited before.

Naruto
curved his spine, arching backwards with a gasping cry, his heels scraping for
purchase on the dry earth so he might grind his lower body against his sensei�s
abdominals, shuddering, hands grasping wildly at Jiraiya�s shoulders and neck.
Jiraiya was not a man to lose control, but he may have forgotten precisely what
his mouth was supposed to be doing as those frantic pumps supplanted themselves
to the hermit�s own arousal, teased just short of enough by his student�s
clenched thigh.

Jiraiya
steeled himself and ceased his explorations of the writhing boy to pull back
and look him in the face. Naruto�s ravaged lips
glistened with spittle as he licked them, bereft; sweat trickled to make him
blink eyes that shamed any previous use Jiraiya had made of the term
�smouldering�. The curious dark slashes of the demon fox�s mark stood out
against cheeks flushed high with pure carnal desire.
Perfect.
And still Naruto�s hips jerked against him, confused, uncontrolled,
seeking rhythm, release.
Jiraiya
drew a breath that unexpectedly became a moan as Naruto flexed his thigh just
right once more.
�Naruto,
stop, look at me.�
�Nnnnuuuhh� don�t��
�I need you
to � ah! Tell me if this is too much, if oh! If you want me to��
As Naruto
shut his sensei up very effectively by firmly attaching himself to Jiraiya�s
lips once more, hatching fingers and blunt nails into the hermit�s skin and
thrusting down his hips violently so their erections met and grinded against
each other, Jiraiya inwardly cried out a jubilant prayer of gratitude to
whatever spirit had blessed his student with that very impatience the sage had
so unwisely cursed over the past two years.

With glee,
the legendary Sannin continued his mission, focusing
now on the tricky task of divesting Naruto of his pants while at the same time
giving that frantic tongue the attention it demanded; a challenge that he
considered adequately mastered when the pants were stopped mid-thigh by Naruto�s kunai holster. Blessed be elastic waistbands. In
one fluid motion, Jiraiya reached inside Naruto�s
baggy boxer shorts and grasped firm hold of the young man�s sweaty, dripping
cock.

As Naruto
cried out to the canopy above, Jiraiya reflected that they were lucky to be
this secluded, for it really would not do to be discovered at such inopportune
a moment. The hermit flexed his fingers gently, giving one, two slight pulls at
the promising length, then a long stroke with a swirl around the head that slicked
moisture into his palm.

�Aaaaaaah!�
Naruto�s
one hand still clutched at Jiraiya�s shoulder, but the other had flailed its
way into the toad sage�s mane of hair to twist and pull frantically as the
young man pushed against the friction that was finally there, and Jiraiya
laconically reflected that he would probably be several clumps of hair shorter
after this, but no matter; after all, he had an abundance of it.

It didn�t
take much, but Jiraiya didn�t expect it to; he was in fact impressed with his young
student for lasting this long. The angle was far from perfect, but Jiraiya
managed to press Naruto�s length back against the
youth�s stomach, the elder man�s fingertips teasing and pressing at his
student�s balls, flicking to toy with coarse, curly hair while his palm slipped
up and down and his thumb glided around, beneath, across the weeping cock head.
The hermit closed his eyes and leaned in to nibble at Naruto�s
warm neck, breathing in the scent of life itself.

When Naruto�s thighs began to shudder and the cock in his hand
gave one ripe throb, Jiraiya leaned back to watch the blue eyes clench shut and
the mouth open in a final, silent gasp before hot fluid burst out, one, two,
three jets, to spill across the sage�s eager, waiting fingers. The young body
flexed against him once more, pulling taut as the string on a courtesan�s shamisen, before Naruto collapsed backwards, halfway
supported by the tree-trunk, halfway sprawled in the warm grass; perspiring in
the stagnant air, lips half-open, shining, bitten swollen, as dark red as his
spent cock hanging out, still half-hard in its nest of dark golden curls, to
leave a wet stain on the green silk of the underwear that hung askew on his
hips.

Jiraiya
fell back on his haunches and lifted a shaky, cum-covered hand to his nose to
breathe in deeply.
*A young
body writhed under him in the simple wire-frame bed that shook with every
thrust� A flash of sun-bleached, yellow hair and deep azure eyes, a teasing
smile tossed across one shoulder of the half-grown boy whose ass clenched
around Jiraiya�s cock� The husky smell of cum and sweat soiling standard-issue
shinobi bed sheets� and next to him, afterwards, the bronzed, muscular
boy-no-longer chuckled breathlessly, �let�s go again, old man��*

Jiraiya was
snapped out of his reverie by an insistent hand on his crotch.
�Ah!
Naruto, there�s no need�� he began, and stopped dead.
The young
man was on his knees before him, pants still half-way off, an open, primal look
on his face. As Jiraiya watched, a single tear fell from one half-lidded eye to
run and mingle with a string of saliva, then drip down from the full lower lip
of that panting mouth. The hand that wasn�t busy fumbling at Jiraiya�s pants
was pumping Naruto�s own cock to full hardness again
with near-brutal strokes.

�Narutohhh! It�s too much for you, ah! Stop.�
�No it�s not�, gasped Naruto, clawing futilely at Jiraiya�s belt, then
abandoning that cause to grope at the hermit�s neglected erection; clumsy,
near-brutal pumps made the elder man reel, wondering if the sun had fallen from
the sky to spill its heat in his loins. �Want it� more� fuck!� That last
frustrated expletive, the hermit noted when he could breathe again, was
probably directed at the apparently overly intricate fastenings of Jiraiya�s
pants.
Well, who
was Jiraiya to refuse when asked so politely?

The sage
calmly took hold of his student�s hands and - after a minor war, for Naruto
obviously still thought he was being refused and had to be placated with a kiss
that was little more than raw grinding of lips and tongue - wrestled them away
from his cock, which regretted the loss but wisely anticipated future gains as
its owner unleashed the fastenings and smoothly slid his trousers down to his
knees.

Naruto�s
hand was back on him, there, now, hard and insistent, and Jiraiya threaded his
own fingers in the youth�s and helped him push the loose fundoshi
to the side to release the hermit�s proud erection; Jiraiya sucked in a hissing
breath between his teeth at the feel of cold air and warm skin against his
cock, which jerked, spilling clear beads of pre-come. He felt a slight twinge
of shame that he, the magnificent Jiraiya, was nearly as bad off as his
student; then all thought and feeling rushed in a sudden electric burst to his
groin as Naruto wrapped slim, strong fingers around the hot flesh and gave a
small pump.

Jiraiya may
or may not have cried out and flexed his hips to grind against his godson�s
palm at that point.

As the
spots stopped dancing in front of his eyes, Jiraiya beheld the vision that was
his young student, furiously fisting his own cock, a look of intense
concentration on his face, unconsciously licking his swollen lips as he pumped
Jiraiya�s dribbling erection in time with the strokes on his own. Naruto�s eyes still brimmed with moisture; not, Jiraiya
recognized now with a surge in his chest and stomach that went straight to his
cock, with regret or shame; the tears came from sheer,
overwhelming, horny sensation.

What else
was there to do but give him more?

While this
position was certainly pleasant enough � ah! that
spot�! - the angle was awkward, and Jiraiya found
himself craving more friction, more pressure, more of Naruto. And
who was he to deny himself his needs when they would serve the noble purpose of
aiding his so horribly frustrated young student, too?

Besides, he
really missed Naruto making those noises.
Rising to
his knees to mimic his student�s pose, Jiraiya planted a firm hand on each
taut, silk-covered ass-cheek and drew Naruto flush against his body, earning a
deep moan as he re-captured those beckoning lips and twisted his hips just so,
to make their erections brush against each other; an ever so slight touch, but
oh, how it flared with promise, and Jiraiya bit into Naruto�s
lower lip with a noise that was halfway a groan and halfway a whimper, and of
which the legendary Sannin would have been ashamed,
had he cared at all.

Moments
stretched into minutes in the dusty air as they bucked breathlessly against
each other, and Jiraiya revelled in that whine that sang in his ear as he
licked Naruto�s ear-lobe again, the moist slide of
the youth�s chest and stomach against him, all lean, tense muscle, and the
myriad tiny shocks where Naruto�s slender length was
pressed against his own, and he bent his head to look there, two cocks rubbing,
slick with fluids, the heads a matching, angry red, and he had never enjoyed
the sight of his own member more than now, clasped in those desperate hands.

Reaching
down, Jiraiya threaded his broad fingers through Naruto�s,
helping him pump their cocks together, slipping his hand again into the thin
boxers that still stubbornly clung to the flexing hips to knead the muscular
flesh, just brushing one large finger over the puckered, rougher skin at the
bottom of the cleft of that sweet ass, the cry that arose from the young man�s
throat vibrating through Jiraiya�s body and soul. He massaged the spot gently,
just barely slipping inside, and Naruto gave a series of short, panted �oh�
noises with each slight flicker.

Naruto was
rubbing against his sensei wildly now, not just his cock but as much of his
body as could touch the taller man, as if trying to feel all of him at once;
the hand that was no longer between them flailed feverishly at Jiraiya�s side,
slid across the Sannin�s muscular arm in spasms and
jerks.

Giving
their cocks a momentary pause from pumping, if not from grinding - and oh, did
he thrust now, too, meeting the surges of Naruto�s
hips - Jiraiya caught Naruto�s wrist with slippery
fingers and aided that questing hand; along the plane of his stomach, tracing
each ridge of his abdominal muscles; up to caress his chest hair, ghost across
one nipple, then the other, feather light touches along the tender scar tissue
that was nothing, now, nothing between them but this, the raw flare of desire;
and Jiraiya�s loins clenched and his cock twitched against his student�s as he
saw those intent blue eyes on each part of his body, following the hand,
eagerly taking in Jiraiya, learning him, and Naruto�s
hand fell to rest almost tenderly on Jiraiya�s neck, and their mouths met again
as their bodies slicked back to press against each other, raw, primal, frantic.
And Jiraiya grasped and found their cocks, and his hand met Naruto�s,
and again they clenched, fisted, pumped, and the hermit spread his fingers on
that taut ass, flexing, teasing, and pressing the young body closer, closer, more�

Naruto
broke the half kiss, half devouring, to pull back and look at his sensei
hazily. �I�� he panted, eyes glassy, unfocused, each breath between a pant and
a whine, and Jiraiya felt it, too, that wild rush in his cock and stomach, the
shudder of his thighs.

�Yes�,
gasped the hermit, and Naruto cried out, and there were tears on his cheeks as
his eyes closed and his nails dug into Jiraiya�s shoulder hard enough to draw
blood, but that didn�t matter, nothing mattered as Naruto�s
cock throbbed and he came again, hard; and as his own cock and stomach was
covered in spots of milky white, each drop burning his hypersensitive nerves
there, Jiraiya gave a hoarse cry and threw his hips forward one final time as
his seed spilled to coat his student�s honey-coloured skin.

Jiraiya
fell back, limp, boneless, to sprawl on the grass, legs bent, feeling sweat dry
on his body and cum matting together the hair around his cock, which trembled
with aftershocks of one of his more memorable orgasms. For a while, he simply
lay there, mind pleasantly blank, coming back to his body; but gradually, he
came to acknowledge a voice screaming for attention in his mind. It took time,
but Jiraiya finally recognized it as his conscience, and he sighed.
This
means trouble.
Well,
whatever implications his acts would have, he would take full responsibility.
He would speak calmly to his student and sort out everything between them. He
was, after all, the Great Jiraiya, and of course he could handle this!
I hope.

With a
grunt of resignation, Jiraiya sat up, ready for a Talk with the boy he had just
ejaculated all over.

The
well-meaning and elaborate speech died on his lips as he saw Naruto lying
leaned against the tree, long legs stretched out, arms sprawled, eyes closed,
looking completely content with a small smile playing on his lips.

Jiraiya
felt very old then, and, at the same time, very young.

Watching
the boy collapsed, spent, radiant, Jiraiya leaned back against the warm tree
trunk beside him and smiled as he heard a soft snore.
So much like his father.
Naruto
wiggled and mumbled: �Huh? Wuzzat, Ero-Sennin?� The hermit froze as
he realized he must have spoken those words aloud. �Nothing,� he choked. �Go
back to sleep, brat.�

With an
unintelligible, pleased noise, Naruto did just that, curling up against
Jiraiya�s leg with a rare expression of complete relaxation. Of
peace.

As mid-day
stretched into afternoon, Jiraiya sat in the shade, lazily gazing at the light
playing in the leaves above and reflecting that he really ought to tell the boy
about his father.
Some day.
Well�
perhaps not everything about his father.

Notes: A
shamisen is a stringed Japanese instrument, and if
you Wiki it, you�ll know far more

than you ever knew you wanted to :D.

The fundoshi is �the traditional form of underwear for Japanese
males� and it�s what Jiraiya wears in my happy little head; because of the
traditional aspect, and because it�s basically a g-string which makes it extra
super pervy. And he would be awesomely hot in it. And
now I want to lick the guy on Wikipedia wearing it. x3
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