Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Indecent Exposure ~ A Naruto Fan-Fic (K/I) ❯ Chapter 3

Indecent Exposure

A 'Naruto' fan-fiction by Ookami Kasumi

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~ Three ~

 

The following morning, Iruka awoke from sleeping like the dead to bright sunlight. He turned to the left to blink at the clock sitting among the books piled on the window sill. "Ten-thirty?" Why hadn't his alarm gone off at six? He rolled his eyes. "Oh yeah, I just got back from a mission." Roughly six hours ago.

 

Sighing, he sat up among the blankets to discover that he was aching in places that hadn't ached...in a really long time. He grimaced with the effort it took to slide his feet over the right side of his bed and onto the floor. "Oh, this is going to suck."

 

Part of his usual training routine was a roof-top to tree-top jog, but that was only for a few hours a day, not all damned day, or in this case, all night. He briefly wondered if he should jog with weights on his legs and arms like Gai-sensei and Rock Lee to build up his endurance.

 

Iruka stood up and his entire body protested -- strongly. He gasped. Everything hurt, a lot. Only, sheer stubbornness kept him from falling back onto the bed. Luckily, he didn't have to return to the classroom until the day after tomorrow, so he had time to stretch out some of the aches. However, from the depth of the pain in his shoulders and legs, a professional massage might actually be necessary. He didn't need his body locking up in the middle of delivering a lesson involving pre-teens with pointy-objects.

 

Iruka limped toward his closet next to his bed for a fresh uniform. He still had to deliver his scroll and his mission report. Might as well get that over with. After that, he could stop by the nearby clinic and schedule an appointment with the masseuse.

 

He opened the closet door, slid his sleeping robe from his shoulders, and reached up to hang it on the hook. It was almost too much effort to lift his arm. Perhaps a visit the public bath for a seriously hot soak would loosen up his muscles enough to move like a normal human. He glanced at the mirror on the back of the door in passing, and froze to take a much longer look.

 

His hips, shoulders, and ass were covered in small round purple bruises -- finger bruises. Suddenly the deep ache in his lower back and the stinging of his anus felt all too familiar. Worse still, now that he was upright, liquid was seeping from his ass.

 

Abruptly his mind filled with vivid and visceral memories of what he'd done -- with Hatake Kakashi, of all people. "Shut up and fuck me!"

 

Iruka closed his eyes and gripped the door hard enough to bruise his hand. "Gods, I'm such a fucking slut." Completely disgusted with himself, he yanked a fresh uniform from the hangers, tossed it on the bed, then went to take a scalding hot shower.

 

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By the time Iruka had walked all the way to the tower at the center of town, and climbed the four stories of stairs to reach the mission office, his leg muscles and back muscles had warmed up enough for him to move almost normally. He pushed through the double doors. Bright morning sunlight spilled through the windows all along the back wall and either side of the long broad room. It was practically empty with only the center of the three desks staffed.

 

The Hagane, Kotetsu, his hair in its usual springy black mop and his nose covered in its customary binding, sat one the left with his chair tilted back and his feet up on the desktop, crossed at the ankles. He appeared to be studying the ceiling.

 

Kotetsu's near-constant companion, the Kamizuki, Izumo with his overlong deep brown hair poking out from under his fore-head protector and somewhat obscuring his face, sat on the right, his dark brown eyes trained on the report he was flipping through.

 

In front of their desk stood two of Iruka's former students, both on the fast-track to becoming jounin. The Nara, Shikamaru, his thick brown hair bound in a short tail close to the top of his head, wore a slightly disgruntled expression, but that was normal for him. Beside him was the ever-expressionless, pale-eyed Hyuuga, Neji, his long sleek black hair held back by his forehead protector. From the boys' exhausted slouching against Izumo's desk, they'd clearly just gotten back from a mission, probably yesterday. They were too clean and their signature ninja garb was too fresh to have just walked on site.

 

Perched on the corner of the unmanned right desk only an arm's length from Izumo was the Shiranui, Genma, his arms folded across his chest, and his ever-present senbon needle clenched in his teeth. The forehead protector holding back his shoulder-length, russet-brown hair was tied backwards as usual; the leaf etched metal plate at the back of his head and the knot on his brow.

 

With an absent wave in Genma's direction, Iruka walked only a little stiffly across the scuffed wooden floor to Kotetsu's side of the desk.

 

Kotetsu's black eyes opened wide and he yanked his feet from the desktop. The chair's front legs dropped loudly to the wooden floor. "Oh, hi Iruka-sensei! I didn't think you were supposed to be here this morning?"

 

Iruka smiled sourly. "I'm not." He set the scroll and the report on the desk.

 

Kotetsu frowned at the papers, as though he wasn't sure of what he was looking at. "Is this a mission report?"

 

Iruka smiled. "Yes."

 

Kotetsu looked up at Iruka in open puzzlement. "Your mission report?"

 

Starting to feel annoyed, Iruka frowned folded his arms across his chest. "I am a fully trained ninja."

 

"Oh, uh, yes of course!" Kotetsu picked up the report and skimmed through the neat and tidy handwriting. "Wow, a B-class mission..."

 

Iruka didn't quite huff. "I've done the occasional A-class too, you know."

 

Kotetsu looked up at Iruka. "Oh?" He ducked his head. "Um, I mean, sure!" He smiled weakly and lifted the pages. "I'll just take a quick look at this."

 

Iruka snorted. "Thank you."

 

A soft and familiar masculine voice whispered against Iruka's right ear. "So, why is it that we never seem to be on any missions at the same time?"

 

"Divine providence?" Iruka looked to his right.

 

Genma smiled from a kiss away, his needle, thankfully, no longer in his mouth. "I'm beginning to think you're avoiding going on missions with me."

 

Iruka smiled brightly. "That's because I am." Genma was the last person Iruka wanted anywhere near him when he was on a mission, or more specifically, at the end of a mission. It wasn't the sex he objected to, it was that the senbon-wielding, special jounin had a fondness for applying his needles recreationally. An experience Iruka did not ever want to repeat.

 

So far, Iruka had successfully dodged every mission with Genma's name anywhere on it, and all offers of 'senbon training'.

 

Genma looked away and his bottom lip protruded. "But we had so much fun!"

 

Iruka's brow lifted. "If I wanted to have fun like that, I'd date someone in the Torture and Intelligence division, like Ibiki."

 

Genma winced dramatically. "Ouch! It wasn't that bad!"

 

Iruka pinned him with a hard stare. "You gave me nightmares, Genma."

 

Genma's eyes widened. "But, you liked it...?"

 

Iruka leaned into his stare. "Nightmares, plural, as in many more than one nightmare." He leaned back and smiled. "Look, you're an excellent shinobi, and a decent friend, not to mention a damned fine drinking buddy..." He folded his arms across his chest, smile firmly in place. "But if you even try to do that to me again..." His voice dropped to a deep growl. "I will have your balls for breakfast."

 

Genma flinched back, flinging his hands up dramatically. "Iruka...!"

 

Iruka leaned in. "On toast!"

 

Kotetsu looked up from the report, his gaze flicking briefly to Genma, then he smiled at Iruka. "Everything looks in order." He took the scroll, tagged it, then tamped the stamp on the report. "Thank you for your hard work, Iruka-sensei." He slid the report and the scroll into his desk drawer.

 

Iruka smiled. "Thank you, have a good afternoon, Kotetsu." He turned on his heel, away from Genma and headed for the door.

 

In the hallway, Genma fell into step beside Iruka, his needle back between his teeth, and his hands shoved in his pockets. "Iruka, you can't actually mean all that...?"

 

Iruka didn't quite roll his eyes. The special jounin clearly wasn't getting the message. Iruka gave him a sunny smile. "No means no, Genma."

 

Genma lunged in front of Iruka blocking him from the stairs. His eyes narrowed and his jaw tight, he spoke in a harsh whisper through his teeth. "You came, not once, but several times. You came screaming my name."

 

The hairs rose on the back of Iruka's neck, but a nice refreshing wave of anger straightened his spine. "You seemed to have forgotten that the words 'stop' and 'no' were right next to it, and don't you dare hold those involuntary reactions over my head! I use senbon too remember? I know exactly what you did. I did not like it, and I have no intention of ever letting it happen again."

 

Genma's lip curled baring his teeth. "Are you accusing me of rape?"

 

Iruka froze. Oh, shit, wrong reaction! Damage control! Iruka sighed heavily and dropped his shoulders. "No Genma, I'm not. I'm saying you went somewhere I didn't want to go, and that I don't want to go there again." He widened his eyes to make them water just a little, dropped his chin very slightly, and gave him the most sincerely apologetic look he could manage. "You really did give me nightmares, Genma." Actually, that was true.

 

Genma visibly wilted. "I didn't mean to...?"

 

Blinking back the excess moisture in his eyes, Iruka reached out to grasp the jounin's shoulder and smiled gently. The teary eyes get them every time. "I know you didn't, but that kind of play is too much for me. I really can't handle it."

 

Genma's gaze dropped and his hands slid back into his pockets. "Okay, I get it."

 

Finally! Iruka patted the man's shoulder then took a half-step back and shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'm sure you'll find someone far better suited to play your games than me." Yeah, like someone from the Torture and Investigation division. "You're very good at it." Ibiki would be proud. "I'm just sorry I can't..." He shrugged and looked down by Genma's right knee. "Appreciate it the way it should be appreciated." By someone who enjoys being strapped to a chair in a windowless basement.

 

Genma nodded, his lips curved slightly downward, his gaze trained somewhere near the floor. "Yeah, me too."

 

Gravity did its job and the excess moisture in Iruka's unblinking eyes slipped down his cheeks. He lifted his head and with his gaze angled slightly away, blinked as though surprised.

 

Genma looked up in open alarm, eyes wide, lips parted. "Iruka?"

 

Iruka turned to the side to wipe at his face. "Oh, sorry." He chuckled weakly. "I just hate..." Pause... "Disappointing you."

 

Genma's hands came up and hovered. "Oh shit, look, I didn't mean to...!"

 

Iruka waved weakly toward him. "It's okay, really." He aimed a quick watery smile toward Genma, then went back to wiping, and added a sniff for emphasis. "I know you didn't mean to..." Pause... "Scare me."

 

Genma took a step toward him, his hands still upraised. "No! I didn't, really!"

 

Startled, Iruka flinched back.

 

Genma's mouth fell open and his eyes widened. "Shit, I really did scare you."

 

Iruka hadn't actually meant to flinch, but the involuntary movement worked like a charm, toward convincing Genma that he was sincere -- which he actually was. It was just that Genma tended to take anything said directly as a challenge. Guilt-trips, however, were very effective.

 

Iruka hurriedly stepped forward, as though to hide his nervous reaction. "It's okay." He fluttered his hands. "I'm... I'm fine." He shoved his hands into his pockets and smiled just a hair too broadly. "Really."

 

Genma's hands dropped and his shoulders slumped. "I'm..." His gaze slid to the side. "Shit, Iruka..." He rolled his eyes, and his posture wilted even more. "I'm sorry, okay?" He dropped his chin and looked directly into Iruka's moisture-laden gaze. "Can you...forgive me?"

 

Thank you Yamanaka Ino, for the speech I'm about to deliver... Iruka shook his head and smiled. "Oh, no need to apologize! Of course I forgive you!" He looked away, holding his eyes open long enough to make them water just a tad more. "At the end of a mission I get kind of...out of control, so..." He looked back at Genma and smiled while blinking with wet lashes, well aware of how large it made his brown eyes look. "So it's my fault too." He sniffed.

 

Genma lunged at Iruka to grab his upper arms. "Iruka...!"

 

Iruka stiffened in actual alarm, his eyes wide. Did I miscalculate?

 

Genma released Iruka's arms as though they'd burned him. "Oh, uh... Sorry." He smiled a little sheepishly, tucked his hands behind him, and lowered his voice. "Iruka-sensei, I swear I won't...do that to you again."

 

Iruka clasped his hands before him and gave Genma a trembling smile, that wasn't wholly manufactured. "Thank you Genma. I really appreciate that." He dropped the smile, slipping back into deep sincerity. "I'm really sorry that I'm not..." Pause... "I don't..." Pause again and focus on Genma's boots. "I can't appreciate your talents."

 

Genma sighed then smiled crookedly. "Well, my talents are kind of...specialized."

 

Iruka snorted and returned the crooked smile. "They are certainly...special." He stepped slightly to the side. "I'm sorry but, I still have a couple of errands left to run, so..."

 

"Oh!" Genma stepped away from the stairs. "Sure."

 

Iruka stepped on the first stair down, then turned back to Genma. "Oh, I just thought of something!"

 

Genma's brows rose.

 

Iruka lifted a finger. "You know, Anko-chan plays similar games, so she might know who might be looking for your type of...skills."

 

Genma frowned. "Anko-chan?"

 

Iruka cringed just a little. Crap! "Uh, long story, bad ending."

 

Genma smirked. "Oh?"

 

Iruka smiled. "If you really want to know, you can always ask Anko? I'm sure she'd tell you."

 

Genma stiffened. "Um, that's okay. I think I'll pass."

 

Iruka smirked. "Smart man." He waved his hand. "Anyway, if anyone knows who plays your games, it'll be Anko, seriously. You can even tell her I recommended you."

 

Genma's brows rose. "Oh, thanks!"

 

Iruka nodded and smiled. "No problem." He turned and went down the stairs in a leisurely fashion.

 

At the turn at very next landing, the Morino, Ibiki, head of the Torture and Investigations Division, stepped away from the wall he'd apparently, been leaning against.

 

Iruka didn't quite freeze, but he definitely paused. His heart beating in his mouth, he smiled. "Afternoon, Ibiki, sir."

 

The towering and heavily scarred man in the floor-length, black, trench coat raised his massive hands to clap slowly and oddly, quietly. He spoke in a deep and penetrating, but low voice. "That, Umino Iruka, was the best damned performance I've seen in a long time."

 

Iruka's eyes widened. He heard me and Genma? Not sure if he was in trouble or not, he went for the only safe path when speaking to Ibiki -- the direct truth. "I was serious. I can't handle...what he does."

 

Ibiki nodded. "And you used the one technique that would get through to him, without making him either your stalker, or your enemy." He turned to the side and took a step, clearly aiming upstairs. "Good work." He continued up the stairs, his footsteps utterly silent.

 

Stunned, flattered, and more than a little unnerved, Iruka continued downstairs. He'd been noticed by the head of Torture and Investigations. That was not necessarily a good thing. Suddenly, Iruka was very glad he was merely a chuunin and a schoolteacher. He was far too low on the proverbial food-chain to be assigned anywhere near that division.

 

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