Okay, M won out by far. For those of you that voted for under M you can completely skip this chapter not miss out on plot. For the rest of you I hope it is in good taste.

The fic will change to M because I've decided that any form of love for a child is a theme for a more mature audience no matter how fluffy I try to make it.

warning: self love...

I do not own Naruto manga/series.

Next Chapter will be posted before Friday. New story for Iruka's b-day will be posted. The title will be Kakashi's Bad Day.

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Naruto stared hard at the innocent tile on the bathroom walls. They didn't have an answer for him either. The air that morning was far colder than on regular mornings. He must have been up very early, but then who could blame him? Who could sleep with a young boy rubbing up against their leg?

That did it. Naruto settled for a warm bath. He set the temperature before he thought it through and second guessed himself again.

It had been a while since he'd had a chance to indulge in some time alone and today seemed like a good day to do so. For the last time he opened the bathroom door and saw that it was nearing ten. Tori was wound up in the blanket and looked like an innocent little boy.

Naruto felt guilty, but not too guilty. He closed the door and walked back into the shower. The bath was almost full now. He settled in to it and shut the water off. He was going to drain it so he might as well not waste too much of it.

Naruto reached for his favorite soap, which he hid in a jar under the sink. He placed it next to the tub and slowly sunk his head deeper into the warm water.

His hair drooped over his eyes and the water dripped onto his chest when he came back up. With a single hand movement Naruto slicked the hair away from his forehead and let it all fall back towards his neck. The warm water was doing wonders for his muscles. It seemed he had been worrying more than he'd thought.

Naruto raised his knees and felt the chill of the cold air once they were out of the water. He really should have closed the window before getting in. He knew that if he stood up and closed it he wouldn't be able to get back in the mood he had created.

Naruto closed his eyes and let his hands drift under the water. He always preferred using his left, so he did. His left hand seemed to have less calluses and more rhythm than his clumsy right one. Being under water always gave a different feeling. The skin felt smoother and the warm water had significantly softened his hands.

From base to tip his hand travelled slowly. He teased the soft ridge and let his fingers rub over the small opening. Naruto never liked being bottom. He couldn't picture himself as the submissive type and enjoy it as much as he enjoyed giving pleasure to his partner.

Naruto's thoughts drifted to a faceless person with soft white skin. He did like white skin. It seemed the best kind to mark. Naruto stared at his right hand and began what he knew would work. He held his right hand as a fist and cleaned the water on his chest until it was dry.

Naruto closed his eyes and lifted his right hand to his lips. The easiest way to imagine the contours and ridges of the body was to replace it with something that had the familiar feel of such.

A surge of feeling exploded on his hips and lower stomach. It would escape his grasp if he delayed it any longer. A steady hand reached and held on to a blinding rush. Naruto sat up and watched as his release swirled and got lost in the water. Eventually he was staring at nothing where white had once been. Now it was time for a shower.

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