Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Indecent Exposure ~ A Naruto Fan-Fic (K/I) ❯ Chapter 7

Indecent Exposure

A 'Naruto' fan-fiction by Ookami Kasumi

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~ Seven ~

 

Sitting at his tiny kitchen table across from Shikamaru, Iruka plucked a morsel of lasagna from his plate and popped it into his mouth. It was hot, and so, so, so good! Iruka rolled his eyes. "Oh crap...!"

 

Shikamaru stilled with a bite halfway to his mouth. "What? I told you it was hot!"

 

Iruka shook his head. "No, not that..." He jabbed his chopsticks in for more. "This is the best damned lasagna I've ever eaten!" He stuffed his mouth, and hissed from the heat.

 

A slow smile bloomed on Shikamaru. "Yeah? So does this mean you're gonna tell me how you got your brats studying?"

 

Iruka swallowed and smiled. "Simple bribery."

 

Shikamaru snorted. "I kind of figured that much. What'd you bribe them with?"

 

Iruka set his elbow on the table and leaned on it. "I told them, that if they all passed the exams, 75 or better, I'd teach them the henge."

 

Shikamaru frowned. "They have to learn that anyway."

 

Iruka lifted a finger and smiled. "Yes, but imagine if someone had offered to sneak you a lesson in how to cast a henge the first Saturday of Summer Vacation, weeks before any of the other kids learned it."

 

Shikamaru's eyes widened. "Oh..." Abruptly, he frowned, then leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. "Iruka-sensei, you know that more than half of those kids won't be able to do it, even a little in one lesson."

 

Iruka narrowed his eyes and tightened his smile. "Maybe so, but I'm absolutely sure they'll try really, really hard -- all Summer Vacation."

 

Shikamaru's eyes widened. "It's a fucking homework assignment." He shook his head and chuckled. "That's really, really sneaky Iruka sensei.

 

"I prefer..." Iruka smiled. "Subtle."

 

Shikamaru ducked his head over his plate and chuckled. "Subtle..." He lifted his head and raised a brow. "Is there any way I can get assigned to assist in your class, so I can see this...subtlety in action?"

 

Iruka straightened in his chair and speared a bite of lasagna. "Maybe." He lifted his brow. "Is that the real reason behind this rather extravagant bribe of a lasagna dinner, with wine?" He stuffed the bite in his mouth.

 

Shikamaru narrowed his gaze. "Are you sure you're not a genius?"

 

Swallowing, Iruka smiled big and shook his head. "Nope, sorry, couple points too low to be an actual genius."

 

Shikamaru's brows rose. "A couple?

 

Iruka poked at his food and shrugged. "Two or three."

 

Shikamaru rolled his eyes. "Oh my gods..." His gaze speared into Iruka. "They have no idea, do they?"

 

Iruka took a bite and chewed on that thought, then swallowed. "Well, I didn't have the best grades in the Academy, and I was something of a trouble-maker for a while..." He widened his eyes and smoothed his expression to one of vague blandness. "And I'm just a chuunin."

 

Shikamaru choked then burst into laughter. "Just a chuunin -- my ass!"

 

Iruka sipped his wine. "No seriously, I don't have the chakra reserves to use any of the serious elemental manipulation ninjutsu, so I'm no good in a pitched battle." He looked away. "And I don't like killing people. Not if I can avoid it."

 

Shikamaru's laughter faded, along with his smile. "No, you're not suited for assassination or pitched battles, but your skills are perfect for kunoichi, seduction work."

 

What? Iruka's eyes widened. He ducked his head to hide the heat blooming in his cheeks, and looked away scowling. Crap... "How'd you find out?"

 

Shikamaru dropped his gaze. "My dad. He was on one of your missions."

 

Iruka winced and sat back, his appetite gone. Great... So Shikamaru not only knew what he did during missions, he probably knew what he did after missions too.

 

Shikamaru set one elbow on the table, picked up his chopsticks, and speared a bite. "That's actually, what I wanted to talk to you about." He looked up at Iruka. "If you're willing to talk about it?"

 

Iruka closed his eyes, took in a deep breath, and huffed it out. "What do you want to know?"

 

Shikamaru's eyes widened, then he looked down at his plate. "Um..." He grabbed his glass and took a large, loud swallow. He closed his eyes and took a slow even breath. "Okay."

 

Iruka's eyes widened. What the...? Shouldn't I be the one nervous here?

 

Shikamaru set the glass down and opened his eyes to look at Iruka. "They want me to...do some of that too."

 

Iruka stiffened. That was...unexpected. He pushed back his plate and took a deep breath. Concentrate, this is a lesson just like any other. "Well, first of all, to be successful at it, you have to be bi-sexual or gay."

 

Shikamaru blinked. "Eh? Why...?"

 

Iruka dodged his gaze. "Because nine-times out of ten, you'll be seducing information out of men, not women."

 

Shikamaru nodded, and looked away. "I'm bi."

 

Okay... Iruka took a careful breath. "Your shadow manipulation technique is perfect for holding someone down for interrogation, but seduction work is generally used when they intend to leave the target alive to keep the information leak available." He looked up at Shikamaru. "The idea is to get the information out of them without them realizing what they've given away."

 

Shikamaru scowled. "What a pain."

 

Iruka nodded. "You're going to need training." He rose from his chair and walked out into the living room. On the left wall above his bookcase, hung a small framed photo of him, Anko-chan, and a younger boy when they were genin. The entire top half of the photo had been carefully torn away. It was his team picture.

 

With shaking hands, he lifted the picture from the wall and pulled out the slip of paper that had been tucked behind it. He replaced the picture and turned around.

 

Shikamaru stood leaning against the living room archway, his arms folded across his chest.

 

Iruka walked toward him and lifted the paper. "This was my trainer. At the very least, he can recommend you to someone reliable."

 

Shikamaru stepped into the living room to take the paper and glanced at the name and number. He frowned. "Never heard of this guy."

 

Iruka shrugged slightly. "That's because he's retired ANBU."

 

Shikamaru nodded, then swallowed. "I'd rather learn from someone I know."

 

Iruka looked at him and very nearly smiled. Like me, eh? He shook his head slowly. "Actually, no you wouldn't. Your trainer is going to make you do things you're really not going to like." Such as, seduce random strangers on command, just to test your skills.

 

Shikamaru grimaced. "I'm not so sure I wanna do this anymore."

 

Iruka turned away and walked toward the couch in the center of the room. "Truthfully, you'd be very good at it, but it is hard on the mind, and..." He swallowed. "Even harder on the heart." He turned to sit on the couch and looked up at Shikamaru. "If your lover is possessive, you'll lose them."

 

Shikamaru stepped into the room to stand before Iruka and spoke very softly. "Is this why you're alone?"

 

A pang shot through Iruka's heart, but he didn't flinch. Few people dealt well with a partner that slept around on them, mission or not. He chose to avoid all the jealous bitching -- and the eventual break-up, by not getting involved to begin with. He crossed one leg over the other, but held Shikamaru's gaze. "Mostly."

 

Shikamaru looked away. "Crap, I didn't mean..."

 

"I know you didn't." Iruka took a breath and forced a smile. "The good news is; in most cases you won't actually have to sleep with the target. The bad news is; there will be cases where you will."

 

Shikamaru sank down on the couch and rubbed his arms. "This is sounding worse by the second."

 

Iruka sighed and rubbed the scar on his nose. "This is merely another skill, just like your shadow manipulation." He turned to catch the Nara's gaze. "However, many find assassination work far easier, and cleaner. If you're not sure you can handle it -- don't do it."

 

Shikamaru swallowed and nodded.

 

Iruka's brow lifted. "Any questions?"

 

Shikamaru flashed the ghost of a smile. "What's for dessert?"

 

Iruka blinked, then smiled just a little. "I think I have some Italian, sour-cream pastries hidden away in my fridge. Will that do?"

 

Shikamaru's brow lifted. "You have canolies?"

 

Iruka nodded. "I have some good strong coffee to go with them too."

 

Shikamaru hopped up from the couch. "Deal!"

 

Iruka rose from the couch with a smile. "But I think we should pack away the rest of the lasagna first."

 

Shikamaru winced. "Yeah, I know."

 

Iruka headed for the kitchen. "We can do that and the dishes while the coffee is brewing."

 

Shikamaru reached out to touch Iruka's arm. "Iruka-sensei..."

 

Iruka stopped and turned. "Hm?"

 

Shikamaru held Iruka's gaze. "I still want to assist in your class."

 

Iruka smiled slyly. "We'll see."

 

An hour later, Shikamaru left Iruka's apartment with a half-smile and a wave. The little slip of paper with the name and number was still in his pocket.

 

After going through the apartment tidying here and there, he went into his kitchen and started washing the dessert dishes and coffee cups. All things considered, it had been a good visit, but it had also brought to the surface some very old and rather unpleasant memories.

 

He hadn't gone into kunoichi training by choice. It had been a punishment set by his jounin sensei for refusing to kill a target that wasn't marked for assassination. "If you won't kill, then I'll find another use for you."

 

He still thanked the Gods that his sensei had left the village months before his training had been complete. If only the son of a bitch hadn't taken Anko with him...

 

Iruka shivered hard then shook his head firmly. That was then. This is now. He opened his eyes and stared at his freshly cleaned dishes. Now, I have dishes to put away. He also had an exam to prepare. He didn't have time to think about things that couldn't be changed. He was a schoolteacher with thirty-odd little lives to teach how best to survive in a world where fully half of them wouldn't make it to forty.

 

Iruka winced. "Bloody hell, I'm getting maudlin." He then noticed that there were clothes sitting in his dryer. Frowning, he opened the dryer and pulled out two sheets and a pair of boxers.

 

The memory of his dream about Kakashi slammed back to him. To his complete astonishment, heat spiraled down into his groin. Iruka stared down at his crotch where his dick pushed against the seam of his pants, not completely erect, but clearly considering it. "All that from just a stray thought?" What the hell would happen when he finally met the man face to face?

 

His cock actually pulsed in his pants, pushing a little closer to full erection.

 

Iruka winced. "Oh, that's going to be a problem." Determined to ignore it, Iruka cleared away the rest of his dishes and folded his laundry while puzzling over what to put on his exam. He then went into his living room to grade homework papers and the day's quiz.

 

His...problem persisted.

 

Iruka changed into his sweat pants to go though Gai-sensei's exercises. Fifteen minutes into his exercises, he was forced to take a shower. Somehow, his body had decided to find the exercises stimulating enough to bring him to full erection. Though that could have been from the single stray thought about the way Kakashi's ass looked while he'd been following him through the trees.

 

In the shower, he deliberately indulged in his carnal memories, stroking himself as fast and hard as he could to get it out of his system. He spilled himself, but he still felt distinctly unsatisfied.

 

Iruka leaned against the tile wall under the water, panting softly. "Shit, I hope I don't have to break out the dildo." He hated it when his libido decided that penetration was the only way it was going to get off. It tended to make him consider offers he really shouldn't consider. If it got too bad, he'd actually take one -- which made him feel like a slut.

 

Iruka dried off, put on his sweats, and went back to the living room. After twenty minutes of meditation to clear his mind, he continued with Gai-sensei's exercises. His muscles still ached, though not quite so badly. He was able to continue for three hours straight.

 

After another shower to rinse off the sweat, he went to bed. He crashed into sleep almost immediately.

 

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