Several years later he found that blockers were his friends, he trusted their ability, believed in their usefulness, and bought them frequently. They weren't suppressors for his heats -which he did occasionally use, but only occasionally as it was recommended not to use them frequently,- nor were they capable of guarding his scent against enemies when on a mission like an Alpha's scent could, but they did fill a room with a blanketed smell of a simple misted air or the first rain of a season. Air fresheners were closest to what they resembled. However, they were mainly used by cautious Omegas who lived on their own- shinobi or not, mostly to ward off the wrong type of people from straying towards their homes when they were in a delicate state; such as a heat, when they couldn't properly defend themselves. Naruto always used them, regardless of his 'state' or not, keeping people away from his home was a top priority in his book as he did not need anyone within his village to inadvertently discover his second-sex; for he could only assume that it would be used against him by bias civilians and begrudged shinobi.
Presently however was a problem: He was not within his home, or indeed the village at all- he had no source of protection, no emergency plan. He had managed, briefly, to scout about the town they were in to try and source out a suppressor or blocker marketer, but by his own grand misfortune there was none, not one within the small ostracized town on the edge of the border with Iwa. Naruto had growled upon the discovery, snapping his teeth in a very obviously made ire which matched only with the boundaries of either an angered Alpha, or an irritated Omega imitating one; therein, one who was on the verge of entering a heat. Underneath his thick jumpsuit his skin had begun to boil with the familiar burn of dissatisfaction; ticking and making every inch of his skin itch with the hot feeling. His sandals were slipping away from his feet as he stomped through the streets- making his feet slip further out then they were supposed to, that only caused him to hiss in an increasing annoyance. Fists were beginning to clench at his sides, self-restraint only just managed as his eyes caught upon the obvious stares he was beginning to retain- many men and women taking notice of the scent which his body had only just begun to produce. As his body had started to become more subservient, his mind was still well in control- and as it were, his fingernails were digging into his palms and drawing blood- not in desire; but in a want to punch everyone making their interest known. The only reason people- Alphas were keeping away was because they could see he was obviously a shinobi and still managing to keep his mind. However, even Naruto knew that would not last for long, he had an hour, at most, before his instincts came upon him in full force and he was powerless; he had to come up with a plan, a difficult task when one's mind was turning to want and not a necessity.
Originally, he had the simple plan of renting in a different inn to his teacher, and convincing Jiraiya to take a break for the week from their travels; hopefully by staying within a town with either several onsens or stop off places with plenty of Omega's and pretty Betas for his mentor to get distracted by. Then he would simply travel to one of the local marketers to purchase either some blockers or suppressors -whichever they had available- and then coat the room or himself, and then he'd be covered for the week. It was a normal procedure and had become routine at this point- but he had not expected- or planned, for a flaw. As it was, all he had prepared was a room in a separate inn, he did not have a fall-back procedure in case one of the towns they stayed in did not have the necessary supplies, and now he was in an emergency situation. Furthermore, as his feet stopped stomping for a moment, the sensation of slick leaking down his thigh became obvious to his head by the familiar sticking feeling, and as his pants began to stick to his inner leg- he had less then an hour.
He continued moving onwards towards his inn, shifting in slight as his chest began to become more sensitive to the fabric covering his 'breast area,' the heat in his skin had started to make him sweat and he had to slow down his pace as he started panting in the mere effort of moving. He leant on the nearest wall for a moment of reprieve, his only real chance as it were was to get to his room and barricade the doors and windows so that no one else could get in- but even while his mind was beginning to fog over, he knew that was not a fail-safe option anywhere. His scent had begun to infiltrate the air, and he flinched at his own smell- entirely unpleasant and sickly to an Omega's nose; but a treat to any Alpha who might be walking by, likened to sugar candy, flowers or chocolate vanilla dripping within the air. An invitation, and becoming more prominent as he began to take attention. Slick had entirely slunk down his thighs and was sticking his pants onto his legs in a puddle of tasteful ooze; more wondering Alpha taking a noticeable interest in the unbound Omega shinobi within the streets. Naruto was taking advantage of the current civility around him, as it were however, he was not prepared to believe it would continue if he became entirely instinctual.
"Naruto?" He flinched as his name rang clear throughout his head as a vibration, louder then a bell might in the silence of night. Immediately he recognized the voice as that of his mentor approaching his position- footfalls echoing from his sandals, loud and obvious. The burn under his skin became a fizzing as the instinctual grasping of his mind began to comprehend the proximity of a strengthened Alpha. Naruto's scent leached outwards in an uncouth allure he had no intent to make; he groaned upon his own growing irrationality. "You alright?" Jiraiya's voice once again sounded, and Naruto knew the echoing of its sound within the confines of his head was for more then mere familiarity. The man had a vibration in a deep silk sound to his tone that the overwhelmed Uzumaki had known to be an attraction point for years unto the hormones of his mind. Away from his own advisory; he turned to look at the muscled figure approaching, broadened shoulders upon a heightened- intimidating frame, piercing eyes and resolute confident posturing. It was clenched against through the grit of his teeth, but blue eyes had begun to water an a mewful whine escaped his throat while his fists unclenched in submission to the predominant figure.
He could only watch as the mountainful white hair swayed abruptly from his mentors sudden stop- realization sinking into his eyes as they ghosted over for a vague moment of greyed fog against black; then in an impressive show of control, they cleared again with a snap of a broad jaw and tensing of muscles. Naruto had been watching, yet with an exertion of rightful self, he turned once more to the direction of his inn- for although shame had sprung into his rationality it was only momentary, and it was being quickly replaced by animalistic necessity; disregarding the obvious fact that his head had chosen to find intrigue in a mentor he'd had for nearly three years, indeed a man nearly forty years his elder. However, his legs found movement difficult as the fabric stuck and his muscles had weakened naturally for the sake of complacency, his feet worsened as the skin had softened considerably- sensitive so that the desire to move was minimal.
A large- huge in current perceptive hand, gripped down tight on his shoulder, covering all and thumb touching at the black fabric covering his twitching neck. The weight was strengthened by his own -unwanted- willingness to downcast himself to the ground in submission. Yet, even as his mind was misting with the overturning of hormones riding in body he was still lucid enough to raise a fist in a readiness for assault, entirely tensing. Only mildly calming whence his eyes rested on the recognizable handguards covering the scarred skin, the presence behind overbearing and familiar enough that the dominating scent did not frighten him to action- for as strong a shinobi he remained, a sudden sexual attack whilst near defenseless was not an easy fight. Mind complied with such knowledge, in comprehension that he could trust the Alpha behind, he stood only still; As instincts bustled about as small nudges into action, before he hushed them with his own acceptance of circumstance and questionable rationality, embarrassment, shame, and self-detestment: Silenced by an acceptance he -in previous, had not wanted to make.
With that decision made in mentality with a finality he did not want to give time unto himself to question, he breathed in deep a fire of confidence, before he turned to look upwards at the blushing- turned, figure of his mentor. The man was too tall for him to stare without a strain unto his neck, but he could see well enough that the pierceful black eyes he had come to admire were away- shifted onto the stand of flowers the were nearest, his cheeks tinged in pink mixing well against the red of his sage lines. Tanned hands scraped, clenching deeply compressed into the similar red fabric he wore in covering the sensation of grating fabric against sensitized skin, an easy -albeit small, pleasure. Jiraiya looked back to him at the action, obviously not certain as to what he should do in response, as Naruto grit his nails into the cloth to feel at the muscle beneath. His mind was fogged, near to entirety as it were, however, by luck the man by him had retained himself.
"C'mon Naruto, lets get you to safety." Was all he said, still an implication carried upon Naruto's Omegan brain, one which he did not want to take into considerance. Yet, as he did not move, and Jiraiya gripped his wrist, he followed obediently his feet stumbling by the force inadvertently made as he was tugged along by a disgruntled -obviously forcefully self restrained- Alpha. His shoes were kicking up dirt and adding onto his own mental disgrace he was near certain he had begun drooling out a trail as they walked. Grasping control of his proper responses was nye impossible as it were, though had it been anyone other then his mentor guiding his path; Naruto was certain he could have decked them in the jaw and managed a run if needed. As it were however, his body was settling to Jiraiya's scent and his mind had become compliant, his crush upon the man did not aid matters either.
By a great amount of clumsy footing and determined mindset, Naruto found himself inside of Jiraiya's inn room rather then his own. Sensitive as he was, he had sat himself on the only bed in the room, his pants sticking rather avidly to his posterior while absentmindedly he bounced slightly upon the mattress. His eyes were lidded and he looked upon each item in the room with a lust misting in his mind, questioning; what had Jiraiya worn, did he use the shower, was his hair over the pillows? It all swarmed in his mind and Uzuamki Naruto as a cognitive person had nearly disappeared to his instincts.
Which was naturally the moment his companion decided to return, he was drying his hair and had a stern set frown placed upon his features. Obviously restrained as his shoulders were pulled so far back that one would think they were being drawn to the wall, he had also affixed himself with a glare and Naruto shrunk in slight for the sight- though his instinct found him drooling a bit. Had it been a normalized day, Naruto would have been able to attack and enemy with the burning blush at his cheeks as his thighs got even wetter; Jiraiya was only wearing the provided bathroom robe, glaring with prominent muscles showing clearly beneath did not aid the distressed blond in keeping his mind focused.
"What were you thinking?" It was near a growl, and Naruto had to blink several times to try and clear the haze in his understanding. "I know for a fact you must know what suppressors are." His tone was so stern, it did not match well with the man Naruto knew, even so he found himself responding- albeit within a tone of voice he could hardly recognize to be himself.
"I can't afford them, they don't have 'em here neither." He sounded meek, high-pitched to feeble, his nails bit into his flesh for the sound. All the meanwhile the red underneath Jiraiya's eye was twitching along with his lid, his lips near forming a scowl as well as he repressed the urge to growl in pre-dominating stature. Had he been a younger man even without intent, the squirming Uzumaki knew that his mentor would not be harbouring the self restraint he so presently had. It was a little mental thought; but perhaps thats why Naruto could recognize the man as the one he wanted- age aside. Maybe thats why he found his shaking legs standing up.
He gained shocked glace for the action- even through the anger the man was clearly harbouring. His clarity gone, with action guided by concealed desire he walked forward with irises so firmly fixated upon his mentor's own there wasn't a waver made to be seen.
The rationalized of the two forced himself to step away only to bang up against the door he himself had closed, his teeth gritting as a particular scent grew stronger. "Naruto-" he however, was interrupted by the soothing sounds one would make to a babe to have it stop crying, nary condescending, though applicable as Jiraiya was faced with his student doing so.
Faced by the aspect of his own strength of will failing, sannin or no- renowned as he were, Jiraiya pondered -albeit briefly- if as a fifty-year old man he would find his mate in the boy whom were his Godson. Black eyes snapped closed as instinct began to take its place, and his arms relaxed, he only managed to comfort himself with the comprehension that it would not be the foremost time it had occurred- in age or circumstance. Therein, he allowed himself to lose a fraction of control and alike steel his arms reached forward and closed themselves against the body afore him. Azure irises stared upon him, an easy to decipher lust cognating within as they shimmered, a pinkened blush staining tan cheeks as a small -secretive smile upcurved pink lips; Jiraiya there found himself blocking away all previous thoughts of refrain and stepping forward. He lifted up Naruto with no large effort into his arms, and then threw him easily onto the mattress before them both; for his part Naruto lay in wait, his mind overcome, and his body sprawled accessible on the bed.
As he was approached one thought resounded loud throughout the blond's mind: It wasn't as if he had been trying very hard to keep control from his long-standing -very private- crush anyway. Amid that shamed thought, strong arms had pulled him up and the juncture of his neck pulled free from the fabric covering it as it was ripped forcefully off, unconsciously he showed it freely, tilting his head in the opposite direction. Hyperventilating only in slight for apprehension, as he felt the breath on his marking area it made his body shiver; but in comfort his cheek was pressed against by another and then kissed, so gentle, it was hardly felt. Then, his body seized upwards as stinging pain filtered through his neck down to his toes, by survival instinct alone he attempted to move away- only to have his head held firmly in place by an unrelenting grip. Pleasure then came in replacement, and he purred to himself in delight for the fact as he was lain once more unto the mattress. Orgasm wracking over through his fingers and toes, his hands finding perch on solid shoulders above him and digging in with biting nails.
