AN: A lil warning; i don't know much about iruka, but i wanted Naruto's guardian to be different than Jiraiya in this so i made it the dolphin man. if he is OOC then i cannot help it for i don't know better, and besides, all the characters are technically OOC for being gay in the first place.

Oh and there is yaoi smutty goodness, so, don't like, don't read.

Duh


Dread filled Naruto as he faced his school, body sore from the brutal sex he had had on the long weekend. He tried not to limp as he walked up to a group of his friends out in the courtyard but only succeeded minimally.

"You look beat," stated his friend Kiba who put an arm around Naruto's shoulders, which had purpling bruises from one of the many positions he and Itachi had tried.

"Long weekend," he grunted, nabbing the brunette's chocolate milk and chugging it before eyeing the bench everyone else was sitting on sternly.

"What's wrong?" asked Shikamaru, his brown eyes dulled with boredom in their usual manner.

"Eh?" Naruto looked taken aback and he winced when he shifted his weight and an electric pain shot up his back from his butt. He should have taken some Advil or something before showing up for school…

Kiba let a sly grin take over his face and all of his other friends—Shino, Rock Lee, Chouji, Gaara, and Neji—looked at him with curious expressions. "You lost your virginity this weekend, didn't you?"

"No!" Naruto cried; a blush ruining his outburst and making the rest of the people in the courtyard turn toward them for a moment before going back to whatever miniscule tasks they had been performing before.

"Such a strong denial means that someone got to fuck you, dobe." Naruto gave Sasuke a mortified look when he walked up and hugged Gaara from behind, lazily draping his arms around his boyfriend's shoulders. Gaara did not react to the touch but all of them knew that that was just how he was.

"Whatever, teme," Naruto turned away, finishing the chocolate milk with a final gulp before announcing that he had to go, something about a project he had neglected to complete over the weekend.

"Because someone was boning you," Sasuke mumbled, his black eyes holding a tint of anger in them. He loved his boyfriend—very much so shockingly—but everyone knew that Sasuke had 'secretly' wanted to take Naruto's virginity for himself.

Naruto was his after all.

"I recall a certain Uchiha walking up to this table with a subtle limp. You may not have been fucked as hard as me, Sasuke, but you were fucked all the same." And with that Naruto stomped/limped away, eyes blazing with anger and a completely shocked table left in his wake.


Naruto stared at the drab teacher as he lectured about Oedipus, some guy with muffed up feet and a really twisted future who Naruto just couldn't give a shit about.

"So, he ended up with his own mother because he thought his mother was in some other place?" confirmed a fellow student and Naruto sighed, thinking about how weird it must have felt to know that your own children were also your siblings.

He shuddered at the thought even though he was an only child.

"Precisely," the teacher beamed at the brown-nosing student before continuing his lecture as though he hadn't been interrupted. Naruto was just thrilled that this class was almost over.

The bell rang with a clang and students poured out of their classrooms, chattering animatedly as they rushed hither and blither, trying to make it to their next classes as soon as possible so they wouldn't get late and have to stay in detention after school. Naruto trudged along, eyes downcast and heart speeding.

How would he be able to face his P.E. teacher now?

"Hey dobe," Sasuke said as he walked up, his eyes bored and his walk a casual stroll. The guys in their school who were gay all turned to look as they passed and some even catcalled but they all stayed away from the two.

Last year a jock had been dared to grab Naruto and Sasuke's asses and Sasuke had almost maimed him before Naruto felt the need to stop him. Ever since the huge guys brutal beating it was like they had an invisible bubble around them, keeping all the perverts at bay because of their reputation. Ok, it was due to Sasuke being a possessive bitch over Naruto and the fact that he would kill anyone who hurt his dobe: and Gaara—being a homicidal maniac already—going psycho whenever someone gave Sasuke 'a look' often had a terrifying effect on people. Naruto didn't mind, before he had met Sasuke he had almost been raped once, which is actually how they met since Sasuke had decided to be merciful and help the tearful blonde crying out in the dark alley with most of his clothes ripped from his body. Sasuke had saved him with his fists against knives, and, now that Naruto thought about it, sleeping with Sasuke's older brother—many, many times—wasn't the best way to repay him seeing as he blamed Itachi for the death of their parents.

Naruto walked into the gym with Sasuke at his side, heart pounding so loudly he was sure that Sasuke could hear it boiling through his veins. Due to the amount of time he had spent with the Uchiha brothers he had picked up on ways to hide his emotions most of the time and now his hid his nervous qualms with a goofy smile and by crossing his arms behind his head.

"Uzumaki-san," Kisame—another gym teacher who did almost everything with the kids—called as he jogged over, his blue tinted skin eerie in the gym lights.

"What did I do now?" he groaned, eyes rolling to look at Sasuke who turned and abruptly went to the locker room to avoid having to talk to the oddly smelling man. Somehow it always made the students think of fish...

"I think you know what you did," Kisame smirked, his teeth sharpened to points in his wide mouth—Naruto wondered how he was still a teacher with all those strange modifications done to his body. Kisame leaned closer, his wide girth incasing Naruto's smaller form, "with Uchiha-sensei."

Naruto's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, "What?"

"You heard me," Kisame looked around quickly, "And hopefully no one else did." He laughed low in his throat, baring his teeth in a wicked grin that made the hairs on the back of Naruto's neck rise.

"How do you know about that?" he hissed defensively and looked around, just as conspicuous as can be.

Kisame's smirk grew, "Uchiha-sensei was busy all weekend and I asked Sasuke earlier if you had hung out with him, he said no, of course, so I connected the dots. Uchiha-sensei has been planning that weekend for a long time now, it's good that he finally went through with it, even if the councilors won't like it..."

All of Kisame's students already knew not to ask about the councilors: they were private business and none of theirs, unless they wanted to run many, many miles as punishment for asking.

"Really?" Naruto wasn't sure if his teacher obsessing over him—no matter how hot said teacher happened to be—was such a good thing.

"Yup," Kisame stood back and boomed, "Hurry up you lazy waste of skin!" he took off after some Goth kid and made him do three laps around the gym in pants with many chains and too much dark material—which Naruto assumed made them extremely heavy—before he let the gasping and out of shape student hobble off to the locker room to change.

Naruto changed slowly, putting off the inevitable for as long as possible before Sasuke came back into the foul smelling locker-room and tried dragging him out into the worse smelling gym. He protested, groaning about his ass and Sasuke slammed him into a locker, his eyes glaring into his very soul in that creepy Uchiha way.

"Quit fucking around and get your hurting ass out there or I will give you something to complain about."

Naruto didn't protest after that, his guilt destroying any rebuttal.

People-sweat permeated the air as they were forced through a long series of complicated stretches, activities, and finally lots and lots of running. Naruto felt like he was about to collapse when they were finally allowed to stop and he just slumped into the bottom row of the bleachers where all his things were. He may not be out of shape but that didn't mean that forty minutes of constant and difficult activity would be easy for him. Naruto felt really sorry for the out of shape Goth kid who had collapsed earlier. Itachi had announced that he would no longer be in the class for medical reasons.

Lucky him...

"Uzumaki-san," called Itachi after the bell rang.

Sasuke gave Naruto a sympathetic look before trudging off, mumbling something about seeing him at lunch.

Yeah, right.

"Yes, Uchiha-sensei?" Naruto walked up nervously, his eyes jittering back and forth like a rabbit caught in a fox trap.
A very sexy and obviously horny fox trap...

"Come into my office," Itachi walked into the small room where he closed the door behind Naruto and drew the blinds together, glaring at Kisame who was smirking at him from the other side of the window. "How was your weekend, Naruto-kun?"

Naruto blushed while thinking of everything they had done together. It was a long list. "It was great."

"Just great?" asked Itachi, sitting down comfortably in his chair. "I had a wonderful time." He slipped his fingers together in a prim lace that made Naruto think of those digits thrusting deeply inside of him, rubbing his prostate, preparing him for so much more.

"Really?" Naruto tried—and failed—to not sound absolutely delighted by this knowledge, his voice also quivering with his wayward thoughts.

Itachi gave a soft smirk, "Yes; what are you doing this weekend?"

"You, you want to do it again?" Naruto's voice squeaked a little and he coughed, "But it's a short break..."

Itachi sat spread his legs out into a more comfortable position and Naruto's eyes went to his crotch where an erection was straining against his clothing. "We don't have to come to school Monday."

"True..." then Naruto gave him a chastising look, "That's not very teacher-like." He tried to tear his eyes away from that large bulge but they just outwright refused to listen to him.

"I'm a P.E. teacher; since when have I ever been teacher-like?" Itachi beckoned to Naruto and the blonde immediately walked forward. "You still remember what I taught you..."

"We just stopped playing this morning," Naruto got down on his knees from a twitch of Itachi's fingers and the man began to pet him like a puppy, running his fingers through his sweaty but soft hair. "What about my class?"

"I have this block off," Itachi looked at Naruto then back at a computer screen where he was typing a note up one-handed.

Naruto grew bold and leaned forward to rub his cheek against that hot erection, pressing and slipping his face up and down the shaft and enjoying the sensation. He wanted to suck that dick, he wanted to choke on it, he wanted to swallow all of the cum that would come squirting out when Itachi was ready to explode. He could picture this clearly and he really wanted it to happen.

Itachi tugged on Naruto's hair and the man indicated the screen with a twitch of his head.

"Two o' clock?" Naruto asked, shocked that Itachi would want to keep him for an entire class period.

"Too long?" he was about to change the time when Naruto grabbed his wrist and stood, bringing himself close to Itachi's face.

"No! Not too long at all..."

"Feeling bold?" Itachi taunted, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow at Naruto who blushed and tried to pull away. Itachi grabbed his arm while smirking even wider. He liked Naruto being bold; it turned him on a lot.

"I suppose, for a second..." he couldn't look at—unfortunately his eyes found their way down to his straining crotch—Itachi and this annoyed the Uchiha.

"Look at me, in the eyes, Naruto."

The blonde did look at him, shock in his crystal blue eyes at the informality with which Itachi had just addressed him. Itachi leaned forward and kissed Naruto on the lips, wanting to have sex with the blonde furtively now. The kiss turned quickly more possessive, more passionate, and Naruto was moaning quietly now.

Itachi reprimanded him sternly, "No noise, at all."

The oldest Uchiha then had Naruto strip for him, teasing him perfectly—just like Itachi had taught him. When Naruto was naked he sat upon the floor, coyly looking up at Itachi like they hadn't done this so many times before.

"Oh I'm going to have fun with you…"


Naruto was now a little annoyed at Itachi, having wound him up so thoroughly for the weekend and anticipating their union so much that he was distracted from ordinary life. Not to mention the problem of coming up with a reason why he wouldn't be able to hang out with Sasuke like they normally would.

Just as his mind was about to give him an idea a ruler slammed onto his desk and his pissed teacher asked him a question about some dead guy he didn't care or know about.

"I have no idea."

She glared and punished him with a detention slip, "Start paying attention in class and maybe you will have some more answers and less detention slips."


Naruto walked begrudgingly into the lunch detention hall, pissed that his first night of weekend freedom would mostly be spent here when it should have been with Itachi. A couple of delinquents were in the room already, goofing off only like they could at such a 'mature' age. These weren't even really worthy of the title 'thug'; just the average mild troublemakers that would never really do anything when confronted. The real delinquents aren't in detention because the teachers are afraid of them.

Naruto found an unnoticeable seat in the far back corner and pulled out the extra work his teachers had assigned to him. He would have to walk home after this; and then walk down to his meeting place with Itachi. A total of ten miles, all for a weekend-long fuck.

It was worth it.

He was not looking forward to the brutal sex that would take place afterward simply because...okay, that was a total lie. Now that he was thinking about Itachi and the wonderful things that man could do to him...well, he wasn't working anymore and that would mean more detention if he wasn't careful.

"Shut the hell up and sit down!" a teacher with fire red hair and small eyes walked in and made the students actually shut up. It was unheard of, but she had managed it with a single look from her crazy and off center eyes.

Naruto squirmed in his seat when a student raised his hand to ask a question. "Where's Kakashi-sensei?"

Her eyes narrowed until they looked closed—though we could sense they were not—and she waddled to his desk, her thighs so huge that she couldn't move her legs correctly. "That slack-off didn't show up so I had to take his place, and since I'm pissed about having to watch you guys there will be no talking, no goofing around, and you'll have to stay an hour later than usual. If I'm already here I might as well make you fuckers pay."

"Hey, you could get fired for that..." the kid who had spoken regretted it the moment she walked up to him, and judging by the look on his face she stank.

She smacked him, splitting his lip and causing blood to gush from his mouth in an angry spray that landed upon the window next to his seat. Her meaty hand swelled a little more and Naruto wondered how she was still able to wiggle her fingers.

"Now clean that mess up!"


The walk home was brutal since the Fat Thing had not allowed him to change into his gym clothes unless she could watch him completely strip.

Ugh.

It hadn't been worth it then, so now Naruto had to walk home in the most uncomfortable shoes in the world. His feet were killing him as he took off his sneakers and set them at the entrance to his little hovel. Iruka was asleep on the couch. He had tried to stay up to make Naruto dinner and such but, ever since… well it was hard for him and Naruto didn't blame the man. He had never really dared to ask Iruka for anything and he wasn't about to demand that the man overwork his tired mind for his benefit.

He tucked a blanket under Iruka's chin and walked to his room where he packed a bag slowly. He wasn't sure he should do this, go to a man's house that he would be having sex with without telling Iruka the truth, sneak back home hours before he would have to leave for school on Tuesday, and make plans to do it all over again next weekend. His 'father' at least deserved to know what Naruto was really up to. He stood at his doorway, torn between confessing and just leaving a note for the man. Naruto closed his eyes, picturing Itachi automatically, like his mind was just waiting for him to close his eyes so that he might see an image of him. The man was filling his mind more and more; he wasn't sure it was a good thing but he also wasn't sure if it was bad.

Naruto walked into the bathroom, snatching his toothbrush and toothpaste before gently shutting the door behind him. He felt more like slamming it but he wouldn't be inconsiderate to Iruka like that. The brunette had enough problems as it was.

Naruto changed into his comfortable clothes and walked to the door, his bag slung over his shoulder, and tied on some running shoes.

"Where are you going?" asked Iruka, his voice heavy with sleep and the other thing that was always there. It made Naruto wince whenever he heard it but he refused to remember that time just now.

"Just a friend's, for the weekend, I told you already."

"Who have you been having sex with?" asked Iruka, his face on fire with embarrassment. You would think the man would be pretty comfortable with sex at his age but Iruka had never acted 'right'.

Naruto couldn't look at him, "No one, I'm going." He shut the door behind him, feeling horrible and excited at the same time.


Itachi was waiting for him when he finally jogged up to the abandoned parking lot of an old strip club. Naruto pulled out his deodorant before even climbing into the car and put on three layers just to make sure he didn't stink. Itachi hates body odor and Naruto had to admit that jogging for six miles did nothing to help his sweating problem.

Itachi gave him an Uchiha smile when Naruto practically fell into the car, throwing his bag into the backseat and panting for breath.

"Sasuke isn't home so this was the perfect time."

"I thought you would be pissed for me being late." Naruto said and he pulled on his seatbelt.

"I'm a teacher, Naruto, I know when you get into trouble. I thought about teaching detention but…the councilors needed me to do something. It worked out for the best."

"Cool," Itachi started the car and Naruto sat back, closing his eyes and dozing for the ride to Itachi's home.


Iruka sat on his couch, crying softly, wondering where he went wrong. He felt like he had failed as a parent, as a son, as…

He stopped thinking, looking at the picture of people he missed dearly and whimpering with pain. His stomach hurt again and he winced when it reached his eyes for a couple of minutes. No one knew how to fix him, they had known what was wrong with him, but they would never do anything to help someone like him.

The group of people looking back at Iruka from the picture were smiling, laughing even, living in that perfect moment forever. The group wasn't mad, they were alive, and Iruka's self in that portrait wasn't in pain.