Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Fragile: Handle With Care ❯ Chapter Two ( Chapter 3 )

It kinda goes without saying that this next section is all flashback. I didn't want to use the obligatory italics to denote flashbackage, as it were, because it takes up the WHOLE chapter. Actually, the way it's looking right now, the formatting for the story may follow a real time - flashback - real time structure.

 

Warnings: Okay, kids. You'd better appreciate this one. I had to read an awful lot of porn to get the inspiration to write this…Ah, the sacrifices I make for my art. Seriously though, this is hard lemon, none of that watered-down shit. XP Consider yourselves warned.

 

Disclaimer: It was on my Christmas list, but ah…apparently I was naughty this year. Too much porn, methinks.

 

Fragile: Handle With Care- Chapter Two

 

 

Iruka tapped his pencil lightly against the table, silently cursing a very sexy, very late jounin. It was ten minutes after the mission office was supposed to shut down, and Hatake Kakashi still had not appeared to turn in his latest report. The other Shinobi were starting to make their way out of the room, but Iruka knew that he would stay until his silver-haired jounin finally decided to show up. `He probably planned it this way,' the chuunin thought to himself. `Although it's not like he has any qualms about making me flustered in front of other people.'

 

Iruka could admit, he wasn't a very patient man, which was undoubtedly the reason why Kakashi subjected him to this “patience training”. But that night he had been planning to cook the two of them an actual meal, after almost a week of nothing but take-out and instant noodles. `Ugh…I don't know how Naruto manages to eat that much cup ramen…' he grimaced internally at the thought.

 

“Dammit! Can't that man be on time for anything?”

 

“I can. If the occasion calls for it.”

 

Iruka jumped at the sudden voice behind him. Even more than making him wait, Kakashi always took great pleasure in sneaking up on his lover. In a valiant effort to hide his discomfort, Iruka harshly demanded the jounin's report. Kakashi walked slowly to the opposite side of the table, and held out a single sheet of paper. Above the mask, the chuunin teacher could see Kakashi's one visible eye curve upwards in a delighted expression. He sighed and took the offered paper without even bothering to look at it.

 

“So…have anything interesting for me, Iruka sensei?” The Copy-Nin's voice dropped seductively at the teacher's name, and Iruka tried to suppress a shudder.

 

`He always makes it sound so dirty…' the chuunin thought with a blush. Iruka rubbed his scar nervously, before finally deciding that he could speak without seriously embarrassing himself. “Well, if you had been here on time, you might have gotten something a little better than this. It's a standard scroll retrieval.”

 

Kakashi looked puzzled. “That's hardly a jounin-level assignment.”

 

“Probably because it's only a two-man job.” Iruka frowned, “We've been seriously short on capable shinobi these days, and we just can't spare a whole team for this kind of job.”

 

“If it's just a retrieval, that means I'll be able to come home to you that much earlier.” Moving with a quickness that only a jounin could claim, Kakashi lowered his mask and gave the teacher a light kiss. He pulled back and smiled sweetly, causing the young chuunin to turn pink for the second time in under five minutes.

 

“Would you just take the damn assignment so we can get out of here? I don't have any homework to grade tonight, so I can actually make us some decent food.” Iruka frowned, but coupled with his blush, the effect was more humorous than anything.

 

Kakashi couldn't help but chuckle, as he flashed a grin at the teacher. “You look like I just denied you sex…”

 

“You would think that, you pervert. I was going for `irritated'.”

 

The jounin looked genuinely confused. “Well I would certainly be irritated if you were withholding sex from me…” Kakashi froze, and Iruka recognized the look on his face from the time he had hidden the man's porn. “That's not what you're doing, is it?”

 

The brown-haired chuunin let out a full-throated laugh, and he could feel all the tension that had built up during the course of the day vanish along with any annoyance at the older shinobi's behavior. “No, no…I'll think of an even more cruel and unusual punishment for you.” Iruka watched, almost mesmerized by the display of expressions that crossed Kakashi's face. `If I didn't know any better, I would say he wears that mask because his ability to keep a straight face is about non-existent.'

 

As Kakashi's mind processed his lover's words, he let his face slowly fall into a familiar leer. “Is that a threat, sensei?” He paused and leaned forward, until he was only a matter of inches from the other man's face. “Or a promise?”

 

“Yes.” Iruka answered simply, not even bothering to look at the jounin as he packed up his things to leave.

 

Blink.

 

“What kind of answer was that?”

 

“It's the kind that ruins the moment so we can finally leave and I can make us food.”

 

Kakashi stepped back from the young teacher with an overly-dramatic sigh. “Fine, fine…I admit defeat.” He looked at Iruka suspiciously. “You're not planning on tempura, are you?”

 

The chuunin's smile looked almost vicious, and was somewhat out of character for him. “I am now.”

 

Kakashi made a face, not sure whether or not he should believe the other man. “That's not much incentive for me to let you leave any earlier, is it?” His disgusted look was soon replaced by the same leer he had earlier, as his mind began to supply other methods his brown-haired lover could use to convince him. Iruka recognized it immediately, and stood up before Kakashi could give voice to any of them.

 

“Alright, no tempura…this time. As long as you can behave yourself until we get home. Deal?” Kakashi had already walked over to the door and he turned slightly to throw the chuunin a quick grin over his shoulder.

 

“Deal.”

 

Iruka realized belatedly that he should have instead stipulated “after dinner”. The jounin was like a small child when it came to taking instructions literally. `It really is like dealing with a ten year old sometimes.' Iruka thought affectionately, as he followed Kakashi out of the building, and in the direction of home.

 

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Much to the chuunin's surprise, Kakashi was able to control himself until well after dinner was over. And by that he meant it was at least a minute and a half after the last bite of food was gone. Iruka had picked up his dishes and busied himself rinsing them off before he felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around his waist. He ignored the growing sense of anxiety he felt low in his stomach, as he scrubbed at the dishes harder than was really necessary. Then suddenly, Iruka was aware of a pair of soft lips that brushed the outer shell of his ear.

 

Now that was cheating.

 

“Would you at least let me finish washing these dishes?”

 

“Mmm…” Kakashi murmured deep in his throat. “Let them soak. And then we can get soaked as well.”

 

With an exceptionally loud sigh, the chuunin turned, still trapped in the circle of Kakashi's arms. “I think that was the worst pick-up line I've ever heard…”

 

“You hear them often? Maa…now I'm jealous.”

 

“Yep, I'm popular that way.” Iruka raised up on his tiptoes, bracing his hands against the jounin's shoulders for support. Kakashi felt teeth graze his cheek, as the brown-haired man caught the edge of the mask and pulled it down slowly. “You should hear what Gai sensei can come up with after a couple shots. Interesting stuff.”

 

“Mmm…I'll bet. Maybe next time I'll take notes.”

 

“Don't. I prefer yours. Much shorter.”

 

Kakashi smiled at that, before leaning over to press his lips to the other man's. But the jounin kept the kiss sweetly chaste, and finally it was Iruka who deepened it by thrusting his tongue into Kakashi's mouth.

 

The silver-haired man pulled back with a chuckle. “Still so impatient. I think you could use some more training, sensei.”

 

“You ass,” the chuunin managed to growl threateningly. Unfortunately, it only succeeded in making Kakashi laugh harder.

 

“Such language; and from a teacher no less…Maybe I should report you for conduct unbecoming an educator.”

 

“I'd show you some really unbecoming conduct if you'd just shut up.”

 

It was spoken so low, the jounin realized he probably wasn't supposed to hear it. Kakashi's grin widened, as he did the exact opposite of what Iruka had suggested. “We're being awfully domineering tonight. Is there a reason for that? Hmm…have you been getting into my Icha Icha collection again?”

 

The chuunin flushed a brilliant shade of red before he began stuttering nervously. “N-no…I just…I'm sorry, I got caught up in the moment, and…” His rambling was stopped suddenly by a gentle pressure on his lips.

 

“Don't apologize,” Kakashi murmured softly. “I like this side of you.”

 

Iruka hadn't thought it would be possible to blush any harder, but a second layer of pink proved him wrong. Before he could even register the movement, there was a hand at the back of his head, pulling Iruka in for another kiss. This one, however, gradually became more forceful, more needy, as both men fought for control. Just as Iruka felt himself melting into the kiss, Kakashi's other hand made its way up his back, having slipped underneath his shirt while the chuunin was distracted.

 

Kakashi pulled the other man forward carefully, as he walked them into the living room without breaking contact. The hand that was still at Iruka's back grabbed a handful of shirt, pulling it up and over the chuunin's head. The jounin then dropped to his knees in front of Iruka and proceeded to tackle the buttons on his pants. The teacher stared down at him in fascination, as Kakashi began to drag the zipper down with his teeth. Feeling that the other man was now definitely over-dressed, Iruka quickly joined the jounin on the floor, and helped him divest his own clothing.

 

The chuunin teacher quickly took advantage of Kakashi's state of undress, attacking the juncture of neck and shoulder with nips and licks. The older man used this opportunity to run his fingers through the brown hair in front of him, pulling out the tie that kept it in place. Kakashi then insinuated a knee between the other man's thighs, carefully brushing against a spot that was becoming more sensitive by the second.

 

Iruka gasped at the sensation, and in his distraction, found himself being pulled down on top of the slightly taller man. Kakashi looked up at him with a playful grin. “Sensei,” he whined, in a poor imitation of a school-aged child. “You still haven't punished me yet…”

 

“I'm thinking of an essay,” Iruka grinned back at him. “A thousand words on why I should continue to put up with you.”

 

The silver-haired man smirked at that. “I never really liked writing essays much, Iruka sensei. I'm much more of a…hands on learner.” And with that, Kakashi reached down to brush a hand against the other man's member, earning him a moan and a pleading look.

 

“I think we can arrange something,” Iruka replied breathlessly. The chuunin felt Kakashi's unoccupied hand at the back of his neck, and allowed himself to be pulled down closer. There was a light nip at his earlobe that sent shivers running up and down his spine, before a lust-filled whisper made him stop entirely.

 

“I want you to fuck me.”

 

Iruka jerked his head up to stare open-mouthed at the other man, but the expression on Kakashi's face was entirely serious. The chuunin blushed at the images that had sprung to his mind from Kakashi's declaration. The silver-haired man smiled at this, and leaned up to kiss the tip of Iruka's nose. He was never able to resist the other man's inherently cute blushes.

 

The sweet playfulness of that kiss was enough to make Iruka relax and focus on what he was doing. `It's not like I haven't thought about it…I just never wanted to ask, and this is so unexpected. I don't…' Iruka's inner monologue was interrupted by a well-timed kiss from Kakashi meant to both distract and encourage.

 

With the last of his self-consciousness placed firmly in the back of his mind, Iruka began to trail a line of hot kisses down the jounin's well-muscled chest and abdomen. He paused to lap at one of Kakashi's nipples, drawing out a soft gasp from the other man. Hearing the reactions he was getting from his silver-haired lover gave Iruka renewed confidence, and he continued his way down until he reached the base of Kakashi's erection.

 

Iruka's hands ran up the jounin's sides, gently smoothing over the scars that crisscrossed their way along his torso, while Kakashi's own hands found themselves buried in a tangle of brown hair. The chuunin's tongue traced the graceful curve of the other man's erection. Kakashi felt his heart race, as his hips jerked upwards of their own accord.

 

Iruka moved his hands from their place at Kakashi's sides, and pressed the jounin's hips down firmly. “Another outburst like that, and I'll have to keep you after class…”

 

Kakashi attempted to grin at that, but the sudden sensation of a wet warmth surrounding him caused his face to go slack with need. The chuunin grazed his teeth along the sides of Kakashi's cock before flicking his tongue to tease at its tip.

 

The pants and moans coming from the jounin were encouraging, so the brown-haired man took him in as far as he could, sucking on the swollen flesh. “God, Iruka,” Kakashi managed to breathe out. “Just hurry up and fuck me already.”

 

The chuunin managed to chuckle around Kakashi's member, the vibrations causing the older man to writhe underneath his hands. Iruka nipped at the tip of the jounin's head, before moving his mouth away completely.

 

“Now who's the impatient one?” He glanced around the room, before looking back down at Kakashi. “I'm gonna need something to, ah…” he trailed off.

 

“In my vest…mmm…left inside pocket.”

 

Iruka turned to search for the small tube hidden in the jounin's clothes. “You carry this stuff around with you?” he said, before turning back to face the other man. Kakashi could only nod, not trusting his voice to hold as he watched his lover squeeze the lube onto his hands before coating his own erection with it.

 

Iruka hissed as the substance came in contact with his hardened cock. After determining himself sufficiently prepared, he hooked the jounin's leg with his arm, pulling it up to rest on his shoulder. He positioned his fingers at Kakashi's entrance, but paused, his eyes questioning. “Are you okay?”

 

The silver-haired man smiled reassuringly. “Never better.”

 

Iruka nodded and took a deep breath before pushing one finger past the tight ring of muscle. Kakashi flinched, but the pain subsided quickly, as Iruka moved it in and out gently, grazing that spot deep inside him. His back arched, and the chuunin took that opportunity to slide a second finger in beside the first. Iruka scissored them a few times, before a shaky hand on his arm stopped him.

 

“Please…”

 

The chuunin complied, removing his fingers and positioning himself, one hand on Kakashi's thigh, and the other being used to aim. Iruka pushed in slowly, until he was fully sheathed inside the other man. Kakashi cried out at the sudden invasive feeling, and Iruka forced himself to stay still and let the jounin adjust. But it was all he could do to keep from thrusting into that tight heat.

 

Once Kakashi's breathing had slowed to almost normal levels, the chuunin spoke quietly. “Are you sure about this?”

 

The silver-haired man rocked his hips forward, and that was all the incentive Iruka needed to continue. He started thrusting slowly, carefully watching the jounin's face for signs of discomfort. But that was the last thing on Kakashi's mind as he felt Iruka begin move inside him.

 

“I'm not gonna…mmm…not gonna break you know…”

 

The chuunin barely caught the meaning of those words in his current state. He finally sped up, moving his hand from its place on the floor and stroking his partner's erection in time with his own thrusts.

 

“Oh God, Iruka!” Kakashi yelled, his hands clenched into fists.

 

Just hearing the other man yell his name like that was nearly enough to make the chuunin come, but he bit his lip hard, in an effort to regain control. Kakashi's body suddenly went rigid, and he cried out, releasing his seed onto Iruka's hand and back onto his own chest.

 

Iruka could feel his lover tighten around him as he reached his orgasm. With a few more powerful thrusts, the chuunin followed, Kakashi's name on his lips as he came. Iruka pulled out slowly, his unsteady limbs causing him to collapse next to the older jounin. Kakashi wrapped his arms around Iruka's waist as he nuzzled the other's neck.

 

“That was amazing. Thank you” The chuunin could only nod sleepily in response, the adrenaline rush already wearing off.

 

The two men remained tangled together on the floor, neither one able to summon the strength to move. It was several minutes before Iruka sighed, and declared that he needed a shower. Kakashi whole-heartedly agreed, and the two helped each other stand and make their way to the bathroom.

 

After making themselves sufficiently clean, they managed to set out their futon and curled up together, enjoying each other's warmth and closeness.

 

Kakashi sighed contentedly. “Iruka, I lo…” he broke off suddenly with a grimace, grateful that the chuunin couldn't see his face. “I learned a lot today, sensei.” It was too easy to let it slip; to let his guard down for even a second.

 

But the brown-haired man was already half-asleep, and didn't take any notice of the other man's near mistake. “Mmm…good. No homework then.”

 

Kakashi chuckled, and pulled Iruka closer, as they both drifted off to sleep.

 

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Iruka woke the next morning to find the jounin already gone. It wasn't unusual when Kakashi had a mission the next day, but that didn't make it any less lonely. Next to his pillow though, the chuunin teacher found a note, written in Kakashi's neat script. `Can't wait to get back to you. ~henohenomoheji'.

 

The brown-haired man smiled happily to himself as he dressed and gathered up his things for class. He only had time for a quick breakfast before he would have to run to get to his first class on time. Iruka's hand was on the doorknob before he remembered something, and he ran back into the bedroom.

 

He picked up the small note from its place on the floor, and tucked it into one of the pockets in his jacket. Now assured that he wasn't forgetting anything else, he dashed out of the small apartment, skipping several steps on his way downstairs. As soon as his feet hit the pavement, Iruka turned in the direction of the school and broke into a sprint. Kakashi might have thought it was good training to keep his team waiting, but he'd also never taught an entire class of pre-genins.

 

`Little monsters,' Iruka thought affectionately, as he continued his mad dash to the school.

 

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I really didn't intend to turn this into a three thousand word chapter…really.

Um…yay for Iruka in naughty teacher mode. I kinda feel like the whole “OMGZ, Iruka is seme!” deal is overdone, but I think there's actually a point to it in this fic. Or there will be later, at least.

And a note on the flashbacks. They WILL NOT follow in any chronological order, so don't bug me about it. I mean, really…do you organize thoughts in your head exactly by date? No. They just come to you.

So…that was my first lemon-writing experience. You'd think I read enough of it that it wouldn't be much of a challenge, but damn…it was hard. And now I'm thoroughly embarrassed.