Summary: He knew English 12 wasn't exactly a fun class, but that didn't mean the boy had to sit in the back and swirl his tantalizing pink tongue around his pencil tip all period. MinatoXNaruto INCEST. Teacher/Student RS Yaoi
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Kudos to the awesome beta that takes my garbled gibberish and makes it into coherent writing! Thanks PromistDream! She pretty much wrote this one guys. lol
Naruto was the perfect predator, personified. One, if he was honest, he wouldn't mind letting devour him whole.
The small blonde before him took the initiative to slide a nimble hand against his chest, caressing the muscle there and unbidden a gasp slipped from his mouth. The cold hands were a shock; one that made a shiver run down the entire length of his body and his nipples began to harden with exposure to the air. He hissed loudly as the blonde suddenly tweaked one, a triumphant grin covering his face as he felt and heard his teacher's reaction.
Dark blue eyes landed on the hot skin of his neck, drawn to it and suddenly Naruto was there, attacking it with lips and teeth. In that moment Minato's hand loosened on the suitcase and he fell back against his car, hands sliding to clutch the smaller blonde's waist tightly. A dull clatter echoed in the empty lot as the suitcase crashed to the pavement.
And fuck if Minato didn't feel like a girl, melting in the boy's arms as he sucked, nipping and making damn sure there would be marks tomorrow. The teacher bit his lip, trying to keep in the noises as he felt a tongue move against the sensitive skin of his collarbone. He knew it was useless though, since the young blonde could feel how fast his heart was beating and how searing hot his skin had become. He couldn't hide it and Minato tried to gather himself, pushing the blonde away for what felt like the millionth time that day.
He was panting when he was finally able to force the blonde off, Naruto's lips leaving his neck with an obscene popping sound. He shuddered watching the blonde lick them slowly, no doubt memorizing his taste. It took only seconds for Naruto to collect himself and he raised heated blue eyes up, angry at being foiled by the one person who should be enjoying his ministrations the most, and ready to raise hell about it.
Minato kept an arm between them, hand splayed against Naruto's pecs and trying to resist the urge to feel anything else as the air chilled the moisture on his exposed skin. Pinned by fierce blue eyes, he was starting to lose track of the reason why he'd stopped the blonde in the first place.
He cleared his voice loudly, waiting for Naruto to calm down and at least look like he was paying attention before continuing.
"I thought I made this clear earlier. No means no and I don't thin—"
The boy laid a hand over his own and he stopped, words dying fast as his breath hitched and the pace of his breathing picked up once more.
"Minato," Naruto pushed his arm gently downward as he took a step closer, banishing the distance between the two to virtually nothing, "you can't get rid of me."
Naruto pulled Minato's head to the side, kissing him senseless as his hand clenched up in the man's thick blonde hair. He could tell by the way Minato's hand was clenching and unclenching at his chest that Minato was torn. Why was he still fighting it?
He almost sighed, instead allowing himself a small exhale of disappointment. If he got any bolder no doubt Minato would try to escape, falling back to a safer decision and resisting Naruto completely. For now it was best to leave, let the man's thoughts chase after him silently until Minato finally admitted the truth. He wanted Naruto—that much was obvious—and soon it would be much more than desire.
By no means was this hunt over – it was merely the beginning. There was another side to this attraction; he didn't just want the man because he couldn't have him. Eventually, he'd get Minato to understand the depth of his feelings for him and have them reciprocated.
It seemed no matter how slowly he retracted himself from Minato it was too soon, breathing one last time on the warm, wet chest and reveling in the low shudder it elicited. He pulled back and took his time buttoning up the man's shirt, running his hands smoothly across hardened muscle and telling himself he could just as easily be smoothing out wrinkles.
Confused blue eyes watched suspiciously as the blonde worked. He was leaving already? Without molesting him any further?
Minato didn't comment though, for fear the blonde might do something else he would like. Something he might not object to and let the blonde complete. Naruto sighed softly after he was done, running a hand through his own hair quickly before bending down to pick up the suitcase from where it had fallen.
Just as quick he was suddenly back in the man's personal space, leaning forward and sliding the handle into Minato's still-dazed hand, whispered loftily into Minato's ear, "Until tomorrow, Minato."
The words were spoken lightly but held so much weight Minato couldn't help the fit of horripilation that swept over him. Tomorrow—everything that happened today would start all over, again.
Briefly the boy looked into Minato's eyes before pulling away and walking off in a seemingly random direction. The teacher supposed it was the shortest way home.
In a moment of insanity—yes, he was going insane!—he almost volunteered to drop the boy off himself and that was not a good idea. Maybe the blonde was waiting for that, who knew?
Minato merely stayed silent, not able to speak as the blonde walked further away at an easy pace. There were so many things he wanted to say, so many excuses and retaliations he knew would fall on deaf ears. Naruto wasn't interested in hearing the why not's and can't do's though, he was serious.
The blonde was off school property in no time, leaving Minato to sink into his car seat heavily, gripping the steering wheel so firmly his knuckles were going white. There were so many emotions he was feeling, shouldn't be feeling! What he really needed was to get home and go to sleep. Maybe if he could relax and just think rationally about it for a moment, he'd be able to find a solution to fix the mess. Damn the boy, why did it have to be him?
When Naruto got home he sank down blissfully into his bed. He honestly couldn't remember a time when he'd felt this good. The whole day was a rush, and it was most likely impossible to get proper sleep after an afternoon like that.
Vaguely his mind recreated the image of him in between Minato's legs, sucking his cock, or attacking the man's lips, tasting the man himself. How long had he been waiting to do that? To do all of those things?
But the man had to be stubborn, not that the blonde minded. All riled up Minato was fun and eventually the man would give in… he had to. He would realize that Naruto… Naruto what?
The blonde wasn't ready to complete that sentence yet but he was getting damn close. It was frustrating how much the man continued to resist. It hadn't seemed so hard to undo the man at first, but never let it be said Naruto didn't love a challenge. He would have Minato, and the man would like it.
Eventually he did fall asleep though, dreaming of earlier that day and then of a time when he hadn't even known Minato existed at all…
He was serious now and Minato knew that. The hunt was on, and tomorrow brought him one step closer to his dream.
Back in the day young Uzumaki Naruto was prone to all sorts of trouble. It flocked to him in waves, attracted to him like a beacon and he would swear it wasn't his fault. Fruitlessly he attempted to explain this to his teachers but to no avail, never eliciting the sympathy he was so cruelly denied.
It didn't hurt to try though.
Which is why, currently, he was nodding off. His ears were ringing slightly from the yelling Iruka was dishing out, making him feel half-dazed as he gazed out into the hallway of students. At times like these he would watch people, silently observing others as they passed by in a crowd, most of them recognizable by face and name. It was fun to see what people did when they didn't know they were being watched.
"—and how do you expect to graduate next year with scores like this! You'll never pass if you don't take school more seriously!"
Naruto glanced back at Iruka, still deep in his life-changing lecture, and wondered where he got all that air. The brunette's lung capacity was truly impressive, seeing as it took multiple sentences before he even considered inhaling. This, unfortunately, allowed him to drone on forever. It was possible he hadn't taken a breath in minutes. Idly he turned perfect blue eyes back out the small window in the door, where students were starting to pass by in droves. Was it lunchtime already?
Iruka, who was not as oblivious as was made out by the blonde, turned red seeing the blonde dismiss him so easily. It was hard dealing with the conflicting urge to either roll his eyes or throttle the boy. He would never become an oppressive teacher (if he was even capable) but sometimes felt so close to reaching that point it was unbelievable. The boy never changed!
It was then Naruto's gaze caught a shock of blonde bright as the sun and soft as down. It drew his interest immediately and he unconsciously narrowed his gaze on it, standing frozen in place when the man turned and he got a clear look at his face.
Oh. Naruto's breath caught in his throat.
The man was simply beaming, radiating with an internal glow that emanated like a gentle inferno from the pit of his being. The man stood out starkly against a sea of dull colors. It was a few seconds before he could breathe again, remembering that was a bodily function he could not afford to lose.
To the left of this mysterious wonder he could see Kakashi-sensei, pointing at some specific object on the message board outside a classroom. Quickly he gathered the silver-haired man must be showing the gorgeous Adonis around.
Kakashi himself lost interest in the billboard as the man said something that made his head whip around to look behind him. The blonde man laughed and Naruto hadn't seen a look like that on Kakashi's face since… ever. The silver-haired man was dazed and Naruto couldn't blame him, the blonde must have that effect on everyone.
Drifting his eyes back over to the dubious angel he noticed the man's simple attire did nothing but emphasize his purely masculine form, crisp shirt sliding down a flat stomach to slim hips and long legs visibly toned beneath the uniform pants. It was the smile that killed him though, the way the man's face lit up and dimples that were too cute had his heart stuttering, making Naruto's mouth dry up and his pulse jump-start and accelerate.
Obsessively he watched, analyzing this fascinating person as he conversed with Kakashi, a beautiful entity that if he could, would be content to merely watch forever.
The observation came crashing to a halt when Iruka stood in his way though and he scowled lightly, almost moving over a step to look around the brunette once more.
"Naruto? What on god's earth are you looking at?"
Iruka glanced behind him, slowly scanning the crowd before his eyes landed on the lovely stranger. Turning around Iruka raised his eyebrow and smiled knowingly. His earlier anger dispersed, seeming to deflate at the love struck look on the small blonde's face.
Naruto winced, doomed and waited for the lecture of the century. He wanted to duck his head in embarrassment, run, do something, anything rather than sit here and listen to the teacher tease him.
"Namikaze," the teacher supplied helpfully, somehow chirpy even knowing Naruto didn't give two cents what the brunette had to say about his less than acceptable grade point average.
Blue eyes were picked up from the ground where they had fallen, ready to take the blow, and stared confused and suspicious. Always suspicious, no way was he off the hook yet. There was a joke in there… somewhere.
"Huh?" he responded.
Again, the teacher looked knowingly at him, smile widening as he elaborated.
"The new teacher is Minato Namikaze. English Department. But he's teaching the advanced classes— brought in from some fancy place out-of-state."
Naruto, meanwhile, was still trying to wrap his mind around the man's first name.
And damn, he was teaching advanced classes?
Iruka saw him wince, acknowledgment of his failing grades hitting him full force. There was absolutely no way Naruto could secure a way to see the man, only in passing would he glimpse him – maybe he could start up a random conversation? Really, his only chances were to mysteriously become a genius overnight.
The brunette, seeing the opportune time to strike at hand, finished with his point from earlier. A point he had been trying to drill into the blonde's head ever since he'd started attending this school. Maybe he could get the boy to now, finally, after years of barely passing and behavior that got him nothing but detention and summer school, somewhat understand his rather dismal state of affairs.
"You see it now, don't you? I knew if you found the motivation it'd wake you up but I never thought it would be…" Iruka trailed off uncertainly and looked back into the hallway at the tall blonde teacher.
After a lull of awkward silence, he turned back to Naruto and continued, "Either way, I wish you luck. You're going to have to work very hard if you ever want to get into Namikaze's classes. They're a far step up from where you're currently placed but I say you've got a year or so before you'll be enrolled in the grade he teaches anyhow."
The blonde wanted to punch something, almost not caring but knowing the man was right. Iruka was always right but a year? Could he even wait that long?
A quick glance out the door and into the hall revealed that the pair of teachers were gone. Naruto felt his gut clench uncomfortably. It could be that way forever… No. Naruto didn't want to be an onlooker. This man drew him for some reason and when he found something he desired, he worked toward it with amazing determination.
Naruto chewed on his lip as he silently thought. After coming to a decent conclusion, the blonde ended his silent debate and looked up at Iruka. He didn't care in the least that this would conveniently solve all of the man's problems – problems that the blonde had worked doubly hard to increase just to wear the man out. Everyone gave up on him eventually but for some reason the brunette hadn't, sticking things out.
He squinted, watching as the teacher waited for his response. For once in his life, he had something to work towards. Someone. And he had a person by his side that believed he could make it too, even if their enthusiasm for him to make it was quite different than his.
He tried to grasp for an image in his mind and even the thought of the blonde man tugged on Naruto's heartstrings.
The blonde gave a trademark grin, clenching his fist in a silent promise, "Advanced classes, huh? Pretty soon, I'll breeze through even those."
Iruka grinned back, proud and relieved all in one moment. He would support the boy. This was just the first step.
"I don't doubt it, Naruto. Not even for a second."
True to his word, weeks passed by and Iruka could do nothing but marvel at the boy who had finally found his purpose in life; a reason to apply himself to his studies and keep the promise he had made to both himself and the teacher. That day had been a turning point in the blonde's life and everyday Iruka was a witness to the results – not knowing how to communicate his happiness for the boy and not sound like a preening mother.
Naruto was an academic marvel, his grades rising so fast that his placement was soon switching every month. He seemed to soak up knowledge like a sponge and it was baffling to think of how many other children could be the same. Was it possible there were other geniuses out there, just waiting for a goal to drive them into the spotlight?
The blonde had previously been in the remedial classes and to suddenly rise in the rank so quickly, well, it was truly unheard of. Teachers were talking, incredulous that the troublemaker was now a straight A student. Rumors, not restricted to just the student body, said the blonde was cheating, that it was just a joke. All his life Naruto had appeared dumb, with no real future in sight besides to dropout and become one of many degenerates of society; another pile of worthless scum on the sidewalk.
So why now? If it were true, why would the blonde pick now to suddenly apply himself to his studies? Teachers and students alike were puzzled; only Iruka knew the truth behind the boy's change.
Iruka, while angry at the whispers, could only cheer him on silently. He would keep the boy's secret, or what he assumed was a secret, until Naruto was ready to reveal it himself. All in all, he was extremely proud of him. Proud that he was no longer pranking and causing chaos, proud that he was no longer getting himself in fights on purpose and pissing people off for the hell of it, proud the boy felt like he had a purpose and could now strive for a place to belong, even if that place was somewhere inappropriately close to Minato…
The brunette didn't think very highly of the situation. Either the crush would wear off or Naruto would be near legal age by the time his wishes were in reach. Either way, the blonde ended up for the better and isn't that what all teachers should want for their students?
It was a far cry from Naruto's former way of life anyway – existing only to move against the world, screaming out in anger and misery that Uzumaki Naruto would be a name known by all one day. It had been his security blanket; he wasn't going to remain the failure everyone hated forever. Iruka knew that he would be great.
He didn't blame others for not believing though. Naruto, obviously, had not been the perfect student. In fact, he had been nothing but an atrocity. He got into fights every chance he could, and once, when he was in grade school, had cut up his face in a moment of emotional instability. Mizuki, the teacher who had driven him to do it, had been discovered and given the appropriate jail sentence but the scars, both inside and out, still remained.
That had been a problem too - Naruto's scars – and every year theories rose up that only succeeded in bringing back painful memories for the blonde. For this reason alone Iruka dreaded the beginning of the school year, a time when the blonde's pranks were especially malicious.
But the following year nobody even seemed to notice. They forgot the boy's scars and merely pondered on the fact that Naruto had graduated at all.
At the top of his class.
With a happy sigh, Iruka glanced at the sheet. He was watching the boy's dream come true right before his very eyes. Another month and the boy would be in those advanced placement classes he was so adamant in reaching. It was a feat really. How one could become a ball of knowledge in such a short time? He wondered silently how the boy did it at all, committed himself to studying so intently after a life of misbehavior. How did he manage to catch up with the rest of his class and then surpass with no supplemental teaching whatsoever?
Iruka wished he could have found such a drive when he was younger. It had taken him far longer than the blonde to figure out that a life of misbehavior would never be satisfying. At Naruto's age, he'd probably been just as bad. He started a trouble-making streak, seeking attention from anyone who'd give it to him. He grabbed at anything to fill in the gap that his parents' deaths had left.
He didn't know much about Naruto's home life but, if he had to guess, he would say that Naruto was much the same way – without any person to call his own. From what he saw at school, Naruto didn't have any true friends, only the riffraff he hung out with when he entered mischief mode, and to see Naruto latch onto Minato like this, well, it was almost a relief.
Iruka had tried to help the boy. He had lectured him just like the Sandaime had lectured Iruka years before but it would take much more to set Naruto straight than a stern talking. The blonde was the type that learned with experience and reward. He had to figure things out for himself to see the bigger picture. Whether he saw only Minato or a new life as his drive was beyond Iruka. Maybe he saw both.
Lately he would find the blonde in the library, silently reading up on the subject he was currently learning. It was an eye-opener, when you could observe the changes and see the commitment the boy was making. He really wanted this. Him.
The brunette had left it alone, still convinced it was mostly a crush but there were times he caught the boy staring at the blonde teacher, watching Minato fiercely whenever he so much as walked in the room – and all this for nearly a straight year.
It made him shudder. For one person, one man to be the thing that changed someone so completely. It was almost scary.
And that was why he knew Naruto could do it. He would get the grades and get whatever he wanted out of Namikaze. Iruka didn't tend to think too deeply on that part, whatever Naruto truly expected to get out of all this was none of his business. He didn't dwell on the sexual preference of his students and he wouldn't stamp out any hopes the boy had, no matter how little they may be.
Maybe the infatuation would fade over time – or maybe not. The point was Naruto was making the grades. He wasn't failing and he wasn't getting into trouble. Even if the reason for it all was a bit unorthodox he wouldn't be the one to tell the blonde it was wrong. He had worked with the boy for years to no end and if this was what ultimately made him happy then he sure as hell wouldn't be the one to stand in his way.
And so he did just that, stood by and watched Naruto climb to the top, making it possible to have a successful future and finally become that great person he aspired to be. He would lend his support in any way he could just to see Naruto achieve his dream. He may not agree with it, but everyone deserved a chance at that, especially Naruto.
Naruto had never really fantasized about people until he saw Minato. It was during Government – one of the most boring subjects he had – when he first drifted off. This wasn't the normal daydream either, he had slipped away farther than normal and the end result had not been pretty.
Hatake, who had purposefully sat him in the front row, was deep in discussion about the legitimacy of Communism when Naruto started mumbling. It was faint at first, head faced down and secure in his crossed arms, but obviously he was asleep and dreaming.
Naruto didn't talk in his sleep, this he knew, but to moan out something resembling another teacher's name, well, that he had not known he was capable of. A couple of students around him giggled and the males smirked knowingly, in some sick way finding humor that big shot Uzumaki was having some wet dream in class.
Needless to say, Kakashi had stopped, absolutely stunned to hear the name pass his lips. He knew – Hatake must have known exactly whose name he'd been trying to say. He'd shaken him awake in front of the entire class, a mercy really, before the name could be distinguishable to the rest of the students. The fact remained though. Kakashi knew.
It wasn't just embarrassing – it was mortifying.
And having the man try and discuss the event afterward, both painfully awkward and shameful, was even worse.
Kakashi had kept him after class, rubbing his temples miserably at the incoming subject and gestured Naruto to sit down for a talk. The blonde didn't sit though and Kakashi looked like he didn't know where to begin.
Naruto began for him, "Look Kakashi."
Rolling his eyes, the blonde continued snidely, "Kakashi-sensei. You know I wasn't the only half-dead student in there."
Kakashi stared blankly, "No, but you were the only one moaning in his sleep."
Naruto winced and glared, wanting to deny it, "That's beside the point."
Kakashi stared, "No, that is the point."
The blonde's face burned red in anger, not able to argue and he made to storm out but Kakashi sighed tiredly, face in his hand, "No, look Naruto-"
Kakashi looked up.
Okay. That had been childish. Naruto fidgeted in humiliation, this time of a different kind. Kakashi seemed to be trying his best and he wasn't helping by being a pain in the ass.
"Bare with me here. Just sit. Please." Kakashi strained.
The blonde huffed but sat as directed, letting his foot bounce restlessly on the floor in impatience.
Kakashi shifted nervously before finally speaking, "The only reason I called you in here was to discuss whose name you were moaning."
If only to ease the sudden tension, the blonde grinned back wolfishly and winked, "Jealous?"
But when the white-haired man didn't say anything in return, it spoke volumes. The blonde paused, and rewound the conversation. Wait – was Kakashi jealous? He felt the urge to scoot away and make a run for it but the man just shook his head, relief washing over him as Kakashi verified the negative.
"No. But thinking like that can get you into a lot of trouble. Just… be careful. Be careful who you love, Naruto."
Kakashi sounded bitter and when he didn't say anything more Naruto got up to leave. He wasn't stopped or acknowledged in the slightest, and he might have been offended if it hadn't been clear the man was too busy losing himself in nostalgia.
To Naruto, that was just fine. He didn't want to talk about it anymore than Kakashi did, and just thinking about moaning Minato's name aloud in class made a feint blush tinge his cheeks and embarrassment bloom in his chest like wildfire.
He was out the door and down the hall as quick as his feet could take him when something Kakashi said echoed in his thoughts, begging for examination.
"Be careful who you love, Naruto."
Narrowing his eyes he wondered. If he wasn't jealous of Minato, was Kakashi envious of… him?
No doubt, Kakashi looked downright miserable back there. Lost as if remembering an old love. Oh. Oh.
His feet picked up pace with his racing thoughts.
He knew Kakashi'd been acting more friendly than usual the first day he'd seen them together. Kakashi had wanted Minato, just like Naruto had – still did! They both loved the same person.
"Be careful who you love, Naruto."
Well… he set his lips in a firm line. Kakashi could shove it. He didn't waste time crying over spilt milk; he dried it up and poured himself another glass. There was always a chance and he hadn't come this far to give up and make a depressed old pervert feel better about himself.
He wouldn't be like Kakashi. He was going to fight for Minato, even if it was every step of the way. He would show the man he cared and eventually earn the same in return. He could remember that day in Iruka's classroom, nearly a year before and the promise he'd made to himself and the brunette who he now had the mind to call a father of sorts.
No way would he call it quits. Not on himself and not on the love he'd been striving for. He was so close he could taste it. There was only weeks before he was placed in one of the man's classes and he'd been excited about it ever since receiving the confirmation. This was likely that was one cause for his sudden dreams in class as of late, too.
Free time was spent planning on how best to attract the man's attention. He was going to kill it. First impressions were everything after all. Naruto had too much going for him, too much to be careful. Life was about taking risks and it seemed Kakashi was heartbroken over an unrequited love he'd never even acted on.
All Naruto's hard work was paying off though and now he could finally see for himself whether the dream was worthwhile pursuing. When he entered that classroom he was going to knock Minato off his feet and if things went extremely well, within time, maybe he'd even have Minato wrapped around his finger.
No. He would never give up.
Even if Kakashi had.
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-sighs- There was a disappointing lack of luv between the two though. (Plot has to come in somewhere) Good thing I've got a treat in store for next chapter. You'll just have to wait and see! Lol Let's hope that doesn't take another four months.
Kidding! –shrugs- There has honestly been no time for me to write lately though. It's exhausting trying to find time just to sit down and look at a computer screen, let alone write.
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