A/N: Sorry for not updating in forever, but I really do have a lot of good reasons (and I'm not just saying that). I'm almost finished with the rest, so I'll be updating sooner than before. Oh, and their will probably be some discontinuity between the first two chapters and the rest of the fic, since it has been so long since I've looked over it.

DISCLAIMER: this fic contains underage sex, violence, swearing (you have been warned).

NIGHT ONE

(Azuma/Ino)

Ino had never been to her sensei's home before, but she knew where it was nonetheless. Sarutobi Azuma lived in an apartment complex shared by many of the bacholar shinobi. Looking up at the four story building, Ino couldn't help but give a shudder of disgust. The place was filthy. More than that--the kind of filth that layers apon itself until it becomes solid. She made her way up the stairs, carefully avoiding the fast food bags and grease spots. The whole place could use a woman's touch, she decided. But like hell was she gonna be the woman to clean it.

Azuma's apartment was on the second floor, Ino saw that it was unique from the others in that it didn't have any clutter around the door. Even the paint on the door seemed fresher, and less chipped than the others. She knocked on the wooden surface, and waited.

Ino'd been faintly nervous about this 'special training' for months now, but, as the day drew closer, her nervousness was constantly with her. The blonde had decided something yeserday, though: no matter what she felt on the inside, she'd remain outwardly confident. Confidence was a very attrative trait, and one that, as a shinobi, was necessary to exibit at all times. Even with this conviction, Ino nearly ran away when Azuma answered the door. He had faint circles under his eyes from not sleeping, and he was figety, as if he couldn't decide what to do with himself. Ino'd been worried about her own nervousness, but she never dreamed that Azuma-sensei would be anything but himself. Azuma alway overflowed with a lusty zeal for the fight, an asurance in who he was and what he was capable of. She had always been faintly jealous of this poise, and she always tried to emulate it--often falling short, as she knew very well. This timid man wringing his hands in the doorway, wasn't her Asuma-sensei.

"Please, come inside, Ino-chan," he greeted her with a faint smile, rather sheepish.

Just because, her teacher wasn't acting like his usual self, didn't mean that she still couldn't try to be confident her self. "Thank you, sensei."

The inside of the apartment was even tiddier than the outside, not a piece of refuse or unwashed clothing lying about. It was small, only one room really--the kitchen blocked off by a counter, and the bathroom just a closet. As for furninture, there was an old couch by the door, a low table infront of it that served as both coffee and dining table, and, across the room, tucked under the counter, a one-person futon. Simply the sight of the futon made Ino blush, she recovered herself quickly though, and sat primly on the couch.

Azuma was, quite frankly, a wreck. He hadn't slept well the last few nights, worried about this night and the two preceding it. Even though he was a jounin in his mid-late twentys, with years of exsperience on the field of battle, Azuma was practically a novice when it came to love. He'd only been with two women before in his life, both with much more experience than himself. He was a bit old-fashioned--he'd been dating Kurenai for months now, and they still hadn't done more than kiss. Out of the whole of Konoha, only Kurenai knew about his insecurity--Kurenai herself was actually an accomplished lover, but Azuma's masculine pride hadn't allowed him to ask the kunoichi for advice.

Siting on the couch, not quite next to his student, Azuma asked, "Where's Chouji? I thought he was suposed to come tonight."

Ino, remiding herself about confidence, scooted closer to the jounin, "He's with Shikamaru tonight."

Azuma raised one dark eyebrow in suprise, "I had no clue they were a couple."

"Well, they're not--it's just for tonight."

Azuma was relieved, it's not like he had anything against the boy, he just wasn't into men. He'd never been with another man before and had a childish fear of doing something wrong. Now both Chouji and Shikamaru were both taken care of; that was best, they were good friends after all.

"Would you like some tea?" He knew there was only so much time they would be able to waste with pleasantries and small talk, but he'd take it.

"Hot tea sounds nice, it's a little chill outside."

The jounin had some already made on the stove. They drank it, not really tasting it, and left the empty cups on the coffee table. Afterwards they sat in silence, not knowing what to do.

Azuma became aware of how heavy his flak-jacket had become, and slipped it off. Ino blushed again, and this time the jounin caught it; he started to put his jounin-vest back on, but she stopped him. "Wait, don't be silly, sensei." Azuma let it fall.

So it's started, Ino thought. As she took out the hair tie from her high pony-tail, the kunoichi spoke hesitantly, "Azuma-sensei? Um...I think this...this training will be a lot easier if...uh...I mean, just for tonight..."

"What is it Ino?"

Taking a steadying breath, she started over, "I believe that we'll both find this much easier if, only for tonight, we pretended that you aren't my teacher." How was that for confident.

Azuma was taken back, he wasn't sure quite what to say.

"If you don't approve, of course we could just forget I said anything." Ino's courage was just about to pop completely out of existence, when the jounin spoke.

"I think that's an excellent idea." He was relieved; tonight he wasn't her teacher, tonight he was her lover.

Azuma approved! Ino's confidence sored--he thought her idea was excellent!

"Azuma-san?"

Having his student call him that was a little strange...but also vaguely exciting. "Yes, Ino-chan?"

"You can kiss me, if you wish."

The jounin froze. Ino didn't. She put her hands on either side of his face and leaned in with eyes closed.

Azuma's beard was deliciously rough against her skin; all of her previous boy-friends had been clean shaven--real baby faces--but this...this was how a man's face was suposed to feel.

He was surprised, to say the least; was Ino really a virgin? The jounin knew she was, but her lips against his said differently--the blonde was a good, no, a great kisser. Azuma let his lids drop and deepened the kiss, parting her lips with his. Ino didn't miss a beat, sliding her practiced tounge into the older man's mouth. Their tounges danced along eachother, learning the other's shape.

Soon Azuma had to break for air, and once again the kounoichi took advantage of the opportuniy given. The jounin thought he'd never breathe again when Ino took her shirt off. Breasts quite plump and full for their age, were framed by the black and purple lace of her bra. The pale, flat exspanse of her stomache was more than tempting--Azuma's own stomache tied itself into knots at the sight.

"Is something wrong, Azuma-san?" But the blonde chunin didn't give him time to answer, as she trailled fluttering kisses along his neck, pressing those beautifully shaped breasts into his chest. "N-no, nothing's wrong," his voice quavered as her long-fingered hands slipped under the back of his shirt. Azuma now officially felt rediculous. He was fed up with acting like a school boy--was this anyway for the lover of a beautiful woman to act? That question was easy enough to answer.

Only disentangling himself from her long enough to remove his shirt, Azuma laid Ino on the couch, and kissed her hard on the mouth.

"Ino-chan?"

It took her a moment to get back enough breath to answer, "Yes, Azuma-san?"

"What's the fartest you've ever been with a man?"

The mood was ruined. The air between them was now tense and cold; Azuma immediately regretted asking.

"Um, well, this," Ino indicated their situation with a wave of her hand.

Akwardly, the two sat up, not really looking at one another. After an uneasy minute, Azuma broke the silence. "Would you like any more tea?"

It was almost funny, but Ino didn't laugh. "No. I think we should continue with the training." They both moved to the futon in the corner with out really looking at oneanother. Never looking up from his hands, Azuma unhooked the sash from his waist and removed his pants, then he pushed aside the futon's thin blanket. Ino followed suit, and, left only in her underware, she laid on the white mat.

Sitting beside her, the bearded jounin kissed her lightly--she gave him a small smile. Looking at his pupil, practically bare, Azuma covered her up to the stomach with his blanket. No amount of pretending was going to work, Ino was his student and he was her teacher. Only a lover had the right to see so much of a woman's body. Slipping a hand beneath the covers, he slid her underware past her knees, Ino kicked the garment the rest of the way off. Azuma ran his large hand up to her hip, exhaled, and moved inward. Ino figeted uncomfortably, but let her legs fall open just enough to alow the jounin room.

She was dry--not suprising. "Ino, if you need me to stop, just tell me." Using repetative circles, he rubbed the hot place between her legs, and, leaning forward, Azuma kissed her neck. This had always worked for his past lovers, he was hopping it'd hold true for Ino as well. Her even breathing started to speed up, chest moving rapidly with the breaths. The jounin could feel the flesh beneath his fingers slickening. Starting to sweat, scared as hell, Azuma drew back his hand.

Ino heard the crisp whisper of Azuma's boxers being slipped off, and she found that she was completely calm. Well, not exactly calm, the jounin's administrations had felt quite wonderful. She felt..she felt eagar.

Far from being egar himself, the jounin felt like he had a solid ball of sick in his stomach; of course he knew the practicallity behind this 'training', but nothing could convince him that it was right--practical or not. Azuma joined his student beneath the futon's sheet, the furthest from a hard-on that he'd ever been in his life. "I can't, Ino."

"What?" The most beautiful look of confusion crinkled her brow, and Azuma had to close his eyes at the sight.

"I can't, Ino...I can't get..."

Ino's blue eyes widened in understanding. "Oh."

He didn't want to look at her, "I'm sorry, Ino-chan, I really am s...sor... Ino-chan!" Azuma's eyes flew open, he could see (and feel) what the blonde girl was doing--he just couldn't belive it. Ino was stroking his cock. She was actually jerkinghim off.

Confidence. No one could say that she was hesitant or timid. She was taking action, even if her sensei couldn't--for whatever reason.

"HMmmM. In-Ino-chan, sto...stop."

Ino looked down. She could see that the jounin was red and think in her hand, almost pulsing. Azuma was ready. "Now, Azuma-san."

"Sensei. Azuma-sensei--I'm your teacher still."

"Now, Azuma-sensei. Please."

It happened, and it hurt. Even though she was wet--wetter than ever before in her life--it still hurt. The jounin entered her in a single thrust, stretching her un-tried insides far too quickly. Over the tang of their sweat, Ino could smell the iron of her own blood. Azuma's breathing was coming in quick grunts as he thrusted faster and faster inside of her, and none of this felt remotely pleasant anymore. She was aware of how big his hands were on her shoulders, how broad and tall his torso was--frankly just how BIG Azuma was. He could crush her.

"Kami-sama!" His sac was so tight and everything just felt so good and-- "OH!"

Ha. It was over, he felt so relieved, but then he saw Ino's face. "Oh...Ino-chan..."

Her face was in a fierce wince, and tears had leaked from the corners of her eyes. But she wasn't making a sound (so brave). In that moment Azuma hated himself. Despite all of his preaching to himself about Ino being his student and not a lover, he had treated her like his past girlfriends. They hadn't minded being loved like this, hard and through. Of course not--they hadn't been virgins. All of the things that you were supposed to do with a virgin suddenly entered his head: go slow, use luberication and stretch the cavity, pay attention for any signs that your hurting her. "Ino...I'm s--"

"Don't." Her large blue eyes were shimmering with tears. "Don't say your sorry, Azuma-sensei." With a shaking hand, she caressed his bearded cheek, and gave him a smile. Taking the sheet with her, Ino stood up, with some trouble to tell the truth, and disapeared into the bathroom with her clothes.

Azuma put on his shorts without even cleaning himself, and noticed the blood on his futon. It almost had a lurid, neon glow.

Ino was in the bathroom so long, that the jounin began to worry, but, before he could go to check up on her, she emerged, fully clothed. Hands folded infront of her, she bowed politely, "Good night, Azuma-sensei. I'll see you at the training grounds in the morning."

"Your excused from tomorrow's genjitsu training, Ino-chan," he almost whispered.

"Don't be silly. I'll see you in the morning." Looking like her normal, up-beat self, she walked out the door, blonde pony-tail swaying behind her.

This was just training. He hadn't been the best of teachers, but the student came through it just fine... Tomorrow there would be other training to complete, and his students would come through that just fine as well. For now, it was time to have a shower, wash his sheets, and go to sleep. Or at least try to.

(Kakashi/Sasuke)

Sasuke valued punctuallity, Kakashi-sensei had told him to arrive at 10:00p.m. (a rediculously late hour, since the silver-haired jounin wanted them to be at the training grounds by dawn the next morning), and that's what he had done. As the hour hand ticked into place, Sasuke knocked firmly on the door. And no one answered. He repeated the knock three more times--no answer

Tck, tipical, Kakashi was never on time, even to a meeting at his own apartment. Bastard.

Sasuke tried the door-knob, and wasn't suprised to find it unlocked (it didn't do much good to lock your door in a village full of trained ninja, who could pick a lock as easily as going through an open window). He'd wait for his squad leader inside.

The room was pitch black. Sasuke reached for a light, but found he couldn't move. Someone larger than himself had twisted the chunin's right arm behind his back, and cluched Sasuke's left wrist tight to his chest. Wrapped in his asulter's arms, the Uchiha didn't cry out or resist--there was only one person it could be after all. "Kakashi-sensei, what's the meaning of this. I'm not in the mood for one of your games."

Sasuke sounded haughty and bored with the whole sistuation, Kakashi planed on changing that. "If an enemy were to have you at his mercy, like I have you at mine, you would have to play 'one of his games.'"

Sauske could feel his sensei's sinister smile against his ear. He understood what the jounin had in mind. A simulation. Kakashi would act the part of the enemy shinobi, and Sasuke would be the victom (a common enough training technique).

"Understand, Sasuke-kun?" Kakashi's lips whipered dangerously on the rim of the pale boy's ear, and the boy gasped. Sasuke gasped, not because of what was said, but because he'd felt Kakashi's bare lips on his skin--the jounin wasn't wearing his mask.

"What's wrong, Sasuke-kun?" The older man drew out the end of the sentence seductively--it made Sasuke's skin craw with disgust. Kakashi gave a sudden sharp pull to the arm behind the Uchiha's back. Sasuke gritted his teeth from the pain, but refused to cry out. "Answer me."

After a long minute, the jounin let Sasuke go. Sasuke rubbed at his aching shoulders, distrustful of this momentary freedom. "Believe me, Sasuke-kun, before the night ends, you will submit to me. I will break that pride."

Like hell, the chunin thought, but there was also a bit of uncertainty in the back of his mind--Kakashi sounded like he ment buisness. Well, let the tired, old fool try; an Uchiha is made of stronger stuff.

"After you, sweetie." Kakashi pushed Sasuke to the floor. "Forward--move, now."

Gritting his teeth to keep from cursing his superior, the boy got to his feet defiantly slow, and walked in the pitch blackness of the living room. He could still feel that sickly smile clinging to his skin; Sasuke rubbed at his ear, trying to make it go away.

"Faster."

Kakashi pushed flush against him in that dark hallway, "I want that sweet, little ass of yours now," and the jounin grabbed Sasuke through his shorts. "I promise you, I will enjoy this." With another squeeze for good measure, he let go and pushed the boy again.

The chunin slammed face first into Kakashi's bedroom door, opening it the hard way, and landing painfully on the wood-panneled floor. Well, that sucked.

"Oh, isn't that pretty; the back of your head is just gorgeous."

How the fucking hell could he tell in this black? Fuck this anyway--enough was enough. Jumping up, red in the face, Sasuke's voice shook with rage, "I refuse to continue this act! I will not be treated in such--guck!" He couldn't breathe. The older man had him by the neck, pushed flat on to the bed in the middle of the room. The metal coils of the matress cut into his back, and he really couldn't breathe.

"Act?" Kakashi laughed venom. "Act? I'm sick of your attitude: your complete lack of respect for your team mates, your superior air, and your disloyalty--you care more for your own revenge than the people of this village who love and accept you. In short, I'm a little 'frustrated' with you. It's said that keeping your frustration inside isn't healthy; well, what better opportunity than this to release it?"

Just as Sasuke began to turn blue, the jounin removed his hand from the younger boy's throat. Sasuke sat up, coughing great horse coughs, but, even though he now had a chance to run, he didn't. He refused to be intimidated--he was an Uchiha after all. Esophogus burning, Sasuke managed to whisper, "Go to hell, sensei."

"See, that's what I mean, that attitude right there. Sometimes your just too cool for your own good." With that, Kakashi nimbly flipped his student onto his stomach, and tied his pale, thin wrists to the bedpost with a thong of tough canvas cloth. "This is how I want you, so I can see that goreous, spiky head of yours."

"Fuckyou."

Sasuke could swear that he could hear that oilly smile, "Quite the contrary, my little Uchiha, the point of this exercise is for meto fuck you." The sliver-haired jounin ripped off the boy's shorts, tearing the seems noisily and rubbing Sasuke's legs red with the force of the cloth breaking. The chunin felt air on his bare skin as Kakashi did the same with his boxers, and the cold made him shiver. The pressure on the matteress shifted, as Kakashi got up. Sasuke couldn't see anything in the dark, but he could hear the jounin undressing. "It's a bit cold in here, isn't it, Sasuke-kun? But we'll be warm very, very soon." It was a threat.

Tch, let the old man do his worst, the Uchiha thought bitterly, I'll never break.

"Ooo, I was right, you do have a sweet, little ass." Kakashi's chilli fingers caressed Sasuke's smooth backside, lifting him onto his knees, before cupping the cheeks with both hands and squeezing until the chunin was sure he'd have brusies. Kakashi leaned over his pupil, rock hard cock teasing Sasuke's cleft, pebble like nipples brushing the boy's sholder blades, as he whispered, almost lovingly in that pale ear, "This will hurt."

No sound came from the boy, he bit his lip to keep the sound in, because it did hurt. Oh, did it hurt. The jounin had a vice grip on his bony hips, and was thrusting in to the hilt every time. Kakashi gave an athoritive grunt with each shove, as if this was something to be accomplished insted of something he was getting pleasure from (as the man had promised). Sasuke soon gave up bitting his lip, knowing he'd bite right through it if he continued, and chomped his teeth onto the pillow under his face insted. He couldn't think through the pain, he couldn't see through the dark, he couldn't hear through the sound of Kakashi's grunts.

It was wonderful.

Sasuke couldn't think of his revenge, couldn't see his brother's cruel eyes, couldn't hear the screams of his parents as they were cut down. "Please, Kakashi-sensei," Sasuke spoke into the pillow, "don't stop."

"What was that, Sasuke-kun?" The jounin slowed his pace.

Lifting his face, the Uchiha repeated with his hoarse throat, "Don't stop."

"Did I hear right, Sasuke-kun?" Now the older man had ceased thrusting compleately.

"Yes!" Sasuke yelled out.

Once again, the boy felt that sickening smile on the rim of his ear, "I told you I'd break that pride of yours, even if only for tonight."

Sasuke hated his teacher in that moment, but he needed him. "Please, sensei, please." Tears stung his eyes as he once more buried his face in the pillow.

It started again, Kakashi shoving through the boy's raw entrance. But this time was different. Having accomplished his goal, Kakashi no longer kept himself in such tight control. The jounin set about enjoying himself, as Sasuke cried, "More, more please, sensei." Heeding the chunin's pleas, he pumped Sasuke's limp member to life, reveling in the power of it all.

Later, Sasuke would burn with humilliation as he imagened himself, writhing and pleading under his superior, but, for now, he couldn't think. He couldn't think, and he was glad.

Both men finished loudly and messily, and ready to be as far away from the other as possible. Sasuke left Kakashi's apartment limping and embarassed, and Kakashi spent the rest of the night unable to sleep, wondering at his own cruelty.