House of the Forbidden Children
Summary: All the forgotten, hated and lonely children were taken in by a young Iruka. Now adults in their own right, they will repay Iruka's kindness whether he is ready or not. Smutty. PWP. MxM. IrukaxMultiple. You have been warned.
Rated: T (eventual M)
Disclaimer: Oops, almost forgot this. I do not own Naruto. This is for entertainment purposes only, and I make no profit from this fan fiction.
Chapter 1
Iruka was uncharacteristically solemn this morning as he cracked two eggs into a frying pan and flipped them for breakfast. The light filtering into the kitchen was gray with the promise of an upcoming storm.
"Gooooood morning!" An exuberant voice sang.
Iruka twitched violently as he registered who it was.
"Na- Naruto," the teacher squeaked as he spun on his heels to face the teen. The pan clattered to the floor, drowning out his startled squawk. "Ouch," Iruka hissed jerking his hand away from the stove.
"Iruka-sensei!" Naruto called out in alarm. He jumped over the dining table to reach the chunin.
"I- I'm fine!" Iruka said a little louder than usual and he hastily pulled his hand away when Naruto tried to examine it. In a lower tone Iruka continued, "I'll just run it under cold water." Averting his eyes from the dejected teen, Iruka turned to the sink. A hand closed over his before he could turn the knob. The young teacher almost jumped out of his skin.
"Let me take care of it."
"Oh, Haku, it's you," Iruka breathed.
"Good morning, Iruka-sensei," the youth greeted as ice conglomerated over his unoccupied hand. "Give me your hand," he ordered. Iruka obediently lifted his injured hand and Haku molded the ice over the burn. "You're unexpectedly clumsy this morning, Iruka-sensei," Haku stated.
"Huh, am I?" Iruka forced a laugh.
A low growl cut off Iruka and Haku's conversation. When they turned to look, Naruto was slinging his jacket over his shoulder and storming out of the door.
"Na- Naruto!" Iruka called to the troublesome teen.
The slamming of a door answered his call.
Iruka picked at his lunch. He couldn't find the will to stomach the food. His mind kept replaying the scene from last night- over and over again in his head- until he felt like he'll go crazy from remembering.
"You wanted to talk about something, Naruto?" Iruka smiled at his pupil.
"Yea," Naruto said softly and he swallowed nervously. He reached behind him and Iruka heard the lock click shut.
"What's wrong?" Iruka asked, worried. "Is it something that the others cannot know about?"
"No, no, it's not that?" Naruto shook his head, keeping his eyes on the semi-new floor boards.
Iruka had bought this place for its abundance of bedrooms. As the boys grew older, the teacher had felt that they each deserve their personal space, and had saved up to get a house in a nice neighborhood. Iruka's previous apartment was cramped and the boys often slept on top of each other. Naruto knows that Iruka love them and often thought of things with their best interest in mind. That's why it's time he returned the favor. Still, that was putting it nicely, Naruto couldn't quite place the guilt he felt for what he was about to do.
Naruto shook his head to dissipate the hesitation.
"Iruka-sensei."
That was all the warning Iruka got before he was tackled onto his bed.
"Whoa, Naruto!"
The pair landed horizontally on the bed with Iruka's legs bent and dangling off the side. Naruto hovered over Iruka with his shins balanced on the edge of the mattress.
"Iruka-sensei," Naruto looked down at his beloved teacher. The red in the teacher's cheeks was so hard to resist. Damn it all, he should just dive head first into this- Naruto style.
"Naruto?" Iruka looked at his disciple curiously. Naruto looked uncharacteristically serious. Before Iruka could prod more, Naruto began forming seals with his hands. Iruka's eyes widened as he recognized the pattern of the hand seals. "Naruto, this is…"
"The Kyuubi told me about it."
"This technique… Naruto, stop! Do you know what you are doing?"
"Yes. Relax, it's not a forbidden technique. The Kyuubi told me many ninja couples perform this like a bonding ceremony on their wedding night. This technique will alert me whenever you are in danger, Iruka-sensei. When that happens, I'll come, flying to your rescue."
"The Kyuubi told you? Give me a break, Naruto."
"No, I'm serious. Even a demon can feel." Naruto knew this line was a cheap shot, but it stabbed at Iruka's heart and the chunin momentarily stopped his protest. "He wants to protect you, too."
"Naruto, I know you've come to terms with the Kyuubi, and he has helped you many times, but this time I'm sure he's just joking with you. Besides, I work at the Academy, what kind of danger can I be in?" When Naruto stayed silent, Iruka plowed on, "And besides, do you know what this technique requires?" The look in Naruto's eyes told the teacher he knew.
"Iruka-sensei. Shut your mouth for a sec?"
For once Iruka could not form a response as the air was stolen from him for ten whole seconds.
When Naruto pulled away he smiled ruefully, "I was hoping that could've been my first kiss. Damn Sasuke." He shrugged as if to dismiss the thought, "Let's continue, Iruka-sensei," then he lifted Iruka's shirt to reveal his bare chest. He clapped the seal onto Iruka's chest. The seal took shape before his eyes; black symbols woven into a small circular shape. The symbols shone black and then faded to a pale pink in mimicry of a birth mark. "To complete the seal, I will need some of your essence."
Iruka's eyes widened, "Naruto, do you know what you are talking about?"
Naruto blinked owlishly, "Of course."
To emphasize his point Naruto slid his hand over Iruka's crotch and gave it a light squeeze. Iruka hissed at the foreign feeling.
"Naruto," Iruka grounded out, "you're not feeling alright right now." He began to form the signs for a restraining technique.
Naruto caught him by the wrist and pinned the teacher's hands on the wall next to the bed. When Naruto pulled away, Iruka's hands were stuck in place.
"What?" Iruka struggled but couldn't move his hands.
Naruto's lips twisted into an ironic smile, "That's the Kyuubi's chakra holding you."
"The Kyuu- what?!"
"I told you, Iruka, he wants this, too."
"Naruto!"
"Do you hate me, Iruka? Is that why you are resisting?"
Cheap shot.
"No, I love you, Naruto. You know that," Iruka protested.
"Good," Naruto whispered.
All's fair in love and war…
Naruto slid off the bed taking Iruka's pants with him. Iruka struggled weakly, stung by Naruto's words. The teen kept Iruka's legs opened, by spreading them with one hand on each thigh. Then without warning Naruto took Iruka's cock by the head and started nipping and licking at it. When Naruto started to experimentally suck on the appendage, Iruka's body went slack, as he concentrated his efforts on holding in his moans. Naruto had never tried anything sexual before and his uncertain movements kept Iruka tittering on the edge.
"Na- Naruto- nnh- p- pleas- sss- ah- no- s- ssstop."
Naruto paused momentarily his lips a hair's width away from Iruka's quivering erection, his breath ghosted over the sensitive skin as he spoke, "It would not be good to stop the ceremony in the middle, Iruka-sensei, there could be unknown consequences."
With that said, Naruto took the plunge before his resolve could waver. He deep throated Iruka's cock and had to resist the gag reflex. Iruka hissed. Once Naruto got used to the feeling he started sucking fervently. Iruka shuddered and moan loudly. His face burned red with embarrassment.
"N- nnnnh- aah," his protests were lost amongst his moans. When Iruka did manage to form coherent words he could only warn Naruto he was coming before a violent shudder rack his body sending him to heaven.
When Iruka hazily floated back down to Earth the first thing he saw was Naruto's content expression.
"You're beautiful when you're coming, Iruka-sensei," the youth breathed.
Red climbed the teacher's face at an alarming rate and steam shot out of his ears.
"G'night, Iruka-sensei," Naruto kissed Iruka on the cheek before the chunin could retort and quietly left the room. Iruka heard the door click shut. Exhausted beyond belief, Iruka slid off his bed with no one to keep him in place. The floor was strangely cold against his flaming body. Iruka groaned as realization dawned. There was a part two to the technique.
Author's Note: If you like this fan fiction so far, let me know. I am looking for a beta who will give me constructive criticism. If you do not wish to beta but have helpful hints on how to improve my writing, let me know that too.