The Subtle Art of Bending

2

The mission scroll was all that came back.

Jiraiya had completed the mission but he was nowhere to be found. The Toads had confirmed he was not dead but couldn't reverse summon him because something was interfering with Jiraiya's chakra making it impossible. 

Dread filled Hiruzen when he heard it. His student was a potentially kidnapped shinobi and this scroll was the captor's opening dialogue. "Where did you find this?" He asked the shinobi who brought it in. They were both nervous under the steely gaze of the Hokage and his two other students who made up the trio that was rapidly becoming famous. 

"It was dropped off by our outpost at the south border by a crow summons," He responded promptly. 

Hiruzen called the T&I Department. The Vice Head Ibiki, a young upcoming prodigy was quick to answer. "Your orders Hokage-sama?" 

"This is Jiraiya's last mission scroll. Have an Inuzuka get their dogs on it before you crack it open. I believe there is a hidden message that will give us the first steps to locating Jiraiya." 

Ibiki was gone in a flash to carry out the order. It was a matter of time. If Jiraiya has been captured then time is against the Leaf, the loss of a frontline powerhouse like Jiraiya would be devastating but if the captors were willing to open dialogue it suggested a few things. They weren't a Konoha enemy, if that was the case, Jiraiya's body would have been thrown at the gate. It was someone neutral but needed Konoha for something. 

'Jiraiya just hold on,' Tsunade worried. 'We're coming.' 

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Jiraiya groaned a bit as he opened his eyes. He was smothered in warmth and he didn't tense or feel the urge to get into a battle stance because he already knew who held him like this. Kurotori was a strange individual, making such beautiful promises to a stranger. He did fulfill them hence Jiraiya didn't run the first time he woke up sober. They might be the same age but Kurotori was bigger, his muscles bulged while Jiraiya kept a lean figure. To have his arm slung across his body, holding him in place made him feel secure. 

He tilted his head to notice that Kurotori was already wide awake, watching him closely. "Is something wrong?" He asked, voice hoarse from last night's screams. Kurotori smiled at that and kissed him softly. Jiraiya was receptive, leaning into the hand that cupped his face. 

"I sent the scroll," Kurotori murmured as he pulled back. "What are you planning?" 

"I need you to come back with me," Jiraiya started as Kurotori got between his legs, nipping at his neck. "And what better way than to be my savior?" 

Kurotori gazed at him, he was contemplating. "What did you even write in there?" 

"Nothing outrageous but if I know my sensei he can make his own conclusions," Jiraiya reached out for him, caressing his cheek. "Why did you choose me?" 

Kurotori narrowed his gaze but it didn't feel malicious. "You don't know the energy you radiate when depressed do you?" 

"I don't," He chuckled but rapidly became uncomfortable. 

"You do all this perverted nonsense because you desire physical touch. You are touch-starved Raiya-chan and you'll get it even if it means getting beaten down. Physical assault is nothing more than associating it with the physical assault you had endured as a child. It takes you back," Kurotori slid his hands down the sides of Jiraiya's body. "You brood when you're especially deprived. I've watched you long enough. You'd tick off some woman with a sly comment and grin all too eagerly at the incoming punch. As you asked before, why you? Because I see someone ready to throw himself away. So if you're already putting yourself in the garbage can't I pick you up?" 

"So you want to own me because I'm severely suffering from the lack of abuse in my life. To the point, I anger women to feel some of what I felt in my childhood," Jiraiya summarized as Kurotori smiled at him. 

"I want to retrain you," He admitted. "No more of this reputation of hanging around clubs like a plague. I can touch you in many ways Raiya." 

As he said this Jiraiya could feel Kurotori's hand around his throat. He didn't tense when he felt the pressure applying if anything he felt excited. It felt the same as when Tsunade grabbed him by the neck when he poked her breasts. Kurotori chuckled darkly. It was easy to go for another round, they were wrapped up in the sheets. This time Kurotori wanted to erase the connections Jiraiya made between him and former women who left a strong impression on him. 

"I want you only to remember me. I want your body to be on fire when you think about me," He murmured as his other hand slipped two fingers inside Jiraiya. "You're still loose from last night." 

"Right now?" 

"You submitted," Kurotori smirked. "Don't you want me to give you pleasure?" 

"I do but not here, in the bathroom," Jiraiya was picked up so easily, his legs wrapped around Kurotori as they headed into the bathroom to get thrashed all over again.