Chapter 2

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It always seemed like when you wanted to talk to someone, they somehow knew it and avoided you at all costs. Iruka had experienced this phenomenon quite often whenever he was hunting down a certain blonde in order to have a much-needed discussion. The brunet did not seem to take into account that the young man just happened to be on a mission for the past few weeks and that was the main reason he could not beat his favorite ex-student for telling Tsunade about his unique talents.

Iruka all but glared at his adopted brother. At least Naruto had the grace to blush and look down at the ground sheepishly. Dirty, exhausted, and otherwise showing signs of just returning home, the blonde had still jumped at Iruka's invitation to Ichiraku's. Had he been in the village for just a little longer, he probably would have found out Iruka was looking for him and would have hightailed it back to Suna until his brother's temper cooled. As things were, the call of hot ramen drowned out the cries of self-preservation.

Damn those delicious noodles – they were going to be the death of him.

"I wonder how Tsunade found out who you learned the Sexy no Jutsu from..." Iruka said coldly as he eyed the young man. At nineteen years old, Naruto had turned into a striking creature of beauty, but right now, with his face breaking out in red splotches, he looked more like a blonde tomato than the most desirable young man in the village.

"Oi, I didn't tell her that... just that you're insane with henge..." Naruto mumbled, directing his words to the floor. "She said she and Jiraiya had a new bet that, if she won it, he would cover all of her gambling debts for the rest of their lives..."

"And she didn't tell you what this bet was about, huh?" Iruka questioned as he finally sat back. Grilling the young man for not even ten minutes, he knew that Naruto would break any second now. It was almost frightening how easy it was for him to shame his little brother into confessions. "Maybe something about whoring me out?"

Naruto spluttered as his gaze shot back up to Iruka, and the blonde looked at him with wide eyes. If nothing else, those expressive blue eyes told Iruka that Naruto was speaking the complete truth when he said he had no idea why Tsunade was asking him such questions, and what it had to do with her bet with Jiraiya. "Whoring?" Naruto repeated softly, furrowing his pale eyebrows together. Seeing the tell-tale signs that Naruto was moments away from whimpering, Iruka rolled his eyes and sighed. It didn't matter if he knew it was coming – he was still vulnerable to Naruto's puppy eyes.

"I have to find out who gets more pleasure from sex – men or women..." Iruka replied with a huff. Had it been any other kind of mission, he would have had no problem with pretending to be a woman for an extended period of time. In all actuality, he and Naruto had a long-standing challenge to see who could trick people the longest. So far, Iruka was winning with three straight days. Had it not been for the fact that Ebisu was starting to hit on him, Iruka wouldn't have been so disturbed that he dropped the jutsu involuntarily.

"That's easy... guys," Naruto answered without even pausing to consider any other possibility. Then again, considering he just happened to have the most handsome boyfriend imaginable, Iruka was sure those two had some quite heated nights for Naruto to be so certain. Sasuke was one lucky bastard.

"How do you know?" Iruka asked with a raised eyebrow. Naruto merely shrugged, not knowing how to explain his response. "Tsunade wants me to find out so no one can argue it..."

"Hey, Iruka... have you ever... you know...actually had sex before?" Naruto asked, instinctively ducking when he saw his brother start to move. He just barely dodged the swipe of Iruka's hand as the brunet attempted to cuff the back of his head. "I had to ask!" he protested while putting his hands up in surrender. He knew better than to let Iruka keep attacking him. He didn't look like it, but his older brother had a mean right hook.

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