Well this story takes place in the magical world of Naruto. In fact, so magical it is not the Naruto you all know! *evil grin* lets say that Orochimaru has died of syphilis from sleeping with too many little boys (can you die from syphilis?) and so couldn't try to destroy Konoha. Alas the Sandaime has died of old age so Tsunade is the Godaime, the Chuunin exam got cancelled anyway because, Orochimaru or not, Sasuke still made him bleed thus causing him to go feral. So Gaara (even though I don't know if he will even show up in the story but he might 'cos I love him) is still changed by Naruto. Obviously since no Orochimaru, Sasuke didn't leave for the Sound and found solace from his psycho brother in some other way. *another evil grin*
Anyway, on with the show!
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Iruka had a problem. A big problem. And he decided that to solve it he needed to talk to someone. Unfortunately, his choice of person would leave most people questioning his sanity. He sure was. But he trusted said person and really felt he would understand him. Even though he was probably the worst person to choose.
Naruto.
Questioning his decision (and sanity for the umpthteenth time since he made it), Iruka reached the door of the small apartment. He heard a bump then a growl of
"Sasuke-teme! Don't be so rough."
Intrigued, Iruka paused to listen a while. It was not often Naruto invited Sasuke to his place and for them to fight would mean it was pretty important. Iruka wasn't being nosy, he was looking out for the boys. They were his ex-students and they were special to him so he needed to know some things. He was there to step in if things got too bad. A watchful um, ear. That was it. Completely innocent.
"Shut up, dobe" came the somewhat gritted reply of Uchiha Sasuke. "We don't have much time and I'm impatient, alright?"
"Alright" muttered Naruto. Iruka could hear the pout.
"But can you try and be gentler?"
"Hnn."
Iruka was even more intrigued. It sure didn't sound like a fight. It also didn't sound like a conversation between Sasuke and Naruto. Why did they sound out of breath?
Some muttering came from the room. Iruka fought the urge to press his ear to the door. That really would be nosy. Some more muttering, some bumps and a dull thud as something fell off a table. He was getting worried. Then he heard a gasp and decided to step in, the fight must be getting rough.
That was when he heard the moan. The long, masculine, drawn out moan. Iruka froze.
It wasn't the sort of moan you made when you remembered you'd forgotten to do something. It wasn't the sort of moan you made when you had to do something you didn't want to do. It was the sort of moan that made Iruka blush from the roots of his hair to the tips of his toes. And he was a reasonably tall man.
Deciding now was maybe not the best time to talk to Naruto, he walked away from the moaning compartment. He also decided that a glass or two of sake would help his problem for the moment.
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Short but hopefully sweet.