Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Indecent Exposure ~ A Naruto Fan-Fic (K/I) ❯ Chapter 11

Indecent Exposure

A 'Naruto' fan-fiction by Ookami Kasumi

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~ Eleven ~

 

Iruka walked out of the classroom that Thursday rather pleased with himself. Only one more exam day to go.

 

Shikamaru fell into step beside him. "Thanks for the rescue."

 

Iruka blinked at him and smiled vapidly. "Were the kids really that bad?"

 

Shikamaru rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean."

 

Iruka flashed a smile. "Oh you mean from your previous class. That glad to leave it, are you?"

 

Shikamaru's scowl went far beyond his customary twist of the lips. "It was a major pain."

 

At the doorway, Iruka dug in his bag for his umbrella. "Well, from what I understand, that sensei is a little...bland in his teaching technique."

 

Shikamaru rolled his eyes. "Iruka-sensei, the man did not believe in thinking."

 

Iruka looked at Shikamaru in open confusion. What the hell did that mean? "I don't get it."

 

Shikamaru snorted. "I'm serious. In his class you memorized -- that was it. You didn't apply anything outside the parameters he set, or combine anything to make something new. Creativity was discouraged."

 

Iruka shook his head. "But that's...suicidal!" Creativity was what kept ninja alive in unexpected situations.

 

Shikamaru's scowl deepened. "No shit." He nudged Iruka with his elbow. "Your kids are lucky to have you." His book bag positioned over his head, he lunged out into the rain.

 

Iruka put up his umbrella, feeling a bit depressed. He sucked in a deep breath and blew it out. "I can only do so much. I can't save the world. It won't let me." He stepped out under the downpour but he didn't walk home. He went to the far training field instead.

 

Friday, the last day, was a hand-to-hand kata trial, weapons kata trials, and an obstacle course.

 

Iruka spent the next two hours checking the obstacle course for hazards such as loose boards, rotted ropes, and cracked tree limbs while hanging dozens of tennis balls from chakra wires. By the time he did get home, he was not only cold and wet, but muddy too. Tomorrow would definitely be hell -- but that was to be expected.

 

~ * ~

 

Seated on the floor before his coffee table in his sweat pants with his woodstove burning, and still damp from his shower, Iruka graded the last of the written exams with a true feeling of accomplishment. They all made it above 75. A few had been a bit iffy, but he gave them the benefit of the doubt to save their grade. However, he had no problem writing in the margins that they'd almost lost their grade due to certain less than sparkling answers.

 

Only one more day of exams to go.

 

Iruka was not looking forward to sending the kids through that obstacle course in the rain, but he was going to do it anyway. Missions happened in the rain more often than on warm sunny days -- or moonlit nights.

 

Memory sparked, of Kakashi's face, smiling behind his mask under the branches of a night-dark tree.

 

Iruka stiffened. Now why had that come to mind? However, now that he thought about it, he hadn't seen the man in almost two full weeks; two weeks since he'd spoken to him. Two weeks since he'd felt those strong fingers gripping him, that hot mouth and hotter tongue tasting him, that long cock burrowing into him...

 

Heat began to coil low and tighten. He groaned with both annoyance and frustration. He was getting hard, and fast. Worse still, there was hungry ache deep inside; the kind of ache jerking off couldn't reach. Crap...

 

This was not something he could put off for long. Attempting to put it off meant that by this time tomorrow, he'd be in someone's bed, or in a bar's back room, or up against an alley wall with the gods only knew who buried deep in his ass.

 

Scratch that... He was fully hard, and practically feverish with urgency. Damn it!

 

Iruka put away his papers, banked the fire in his woodstove, and shut off the lights. Almost moaning in urgency, he slid out of his sweatpants and fell onto the bed. He rolled all the way over to his night-table and opened the little drawer to pull out the dark blue dildo and the oil.

 

Indulging once again in the memories from that night in the forest, he inserted the dildo deep and applied it hard, twisting and rolling the toy to attack that one spot that hungered. Arching back on the bed and gasping, he came, spilling onto his own belly, but it wasn't completely satisfying. It wasn't enough. It wasn't Kakashi.

 

He covered his face with his arm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...!" He hadn't had it this bad for anyone since... Well, ever. No one had ever stayed on his mind profoundly enough to give him wet dreams in spite of meditation, painful exercise, and exam week. Apparently, this wasn't a simple case of infatuation. This smacked of obsession. The gods help him when he finally saw the man again.

 

This could not end well at all.

 

He rolled out of bed and went to take a viciously hot shower, hoping to scrub some sense into his body.

 

Shamefully, another one of those vivid dreams woke him only a few hours later -- the kind where he had to put his sheets and his boxers in the washing machine.

 

~ * ~

 

Friday morning, last day of the exam, and it was still raining like hell.

 

His morning jog wasn't bad at all. He didn't slip and he completed almost all three of his normal circuits. Cold and pain drove him back, but progress had definitely been made. Even better, after his shower when he went to dress, he could actually see in his closet mirror the extra muscle developing from the weights.

 

After breakfast when he made his lunch, he packed a second bento box for Shikamaru. Eating all those sandwiches with all those carbohydrates couldn't be good for him. He also packed a deep blue coffee mug with the simple character, "sensei." It was still fairly new because he hadn't used it much. Blue wasn't exactly his favorite color. It would suit Shikamaru much better.

 

Iruka walked into the classroom a full twenty minutes early with a smile on his face. Fewer than half the kids had yet to arrive.

 

Only a few minutes later, Shikamaru walked in scowling and somewhat damp.

 

Iruka handed the bento box and the mug to Shikamaru. "The box comes back, but the mug is yours."

 

Shikamaru stared at the mug, wide-eyed. He blinked at Iruka. "This is...for me?"

 

Iruka shrugged and set his box in the desk's lowest drawer, dodging the Nara's gaze. "It was an extra I had. Blue isn't my color."

 

Shikamaru's brows lifted, and a slight smile curled the corner of his mouth. "I...see." He peeked in the bento box and eyed the sliced grilled chicken, the restrained portion of brown rice, and the sautéed mixed vegetables. He nodded. "Looks good."

 

Iruka unzipped his book bag and dug out the corrected exams, still dodging the Nara's gaze. "I accidentally made too much. I figured I'd foist it off on you."

 

The Nara snorted. "By all means, foist away. My mornings are kind of...rushed so I've been making do with a sandwich."

 

Iruka frowned at him. "Rushed?"

 

Shikamaru very casually looked away. "In the mornings, I...train with Neji. It's kind of a pain to go all the way home again just to make a lunch."

 

Iruka smiled. So, he and Neji were dating. How nice. "I'd be happy to keep making an extra until you can make your own." He lifted one brow.

 

Shikamaru blinked then smiled just a tiny bit. "I have hopes of making my own...by the end of the summer break."

 

Iruka nodded and smiled. Yes, having Shikamaru in his class was going to entertaining. At the very least, the man knew how to play his game. "So the increase in pay as an assistant-teacher, as opposed to a student-teacher will come in handy?"

 

Shikamaru nodded then flashed a smile. "It'll speed things up a bit."

 

Iruka tilted his head to the side and gave him his absolutely most innocent smile. "So, then after the summer break I guess we'll be seeing Tamari from Sand on a rather extended visit to...train with you and Neji, hmm?"

 

Shikamaru blinked a bit blankly then winced. "Okay, now you've got to tell me..."

 

Iruka winked. "The finals at your chuunin exam were very, very...telling."

 

Shikamaru's eyes widened. "You knew...from back then?" He scowled, but the smile curling up the edges ruined it. "That memory of your really is a weapon."

 

Iruka smiled. "I try." He looked past Shikamaru's shoulder to notice that his class was very nearly full. He tapped Shikamaru on the shoulder, encouraging him to face the class. Iruka smiled at his assistant. "I hope you wore your waterproof undies?"

 

Shikamaru quite obviously stared out the window, then frowned at Iruka. "You're gonna make them do it in the rain." It wasn't a question.

 

Iruka tilted his head slightly and smiled. "I made your class do it in the rain. Why should they be any different?"

 

Shikamaru blinked. "Good point."

 

Iruka stepped around to the left side of his desk and unlocked the supply closet. He pulled out a large green duffle bag holding wooden kunai, and wooden swords. Four four-foot quarter staffs stuck out the top. He set the bag on his desk and looked around to see that every chair had a squirming occupant. He poked Shikamaru lightly in the arm. "Okay, time to do your thing."

 

Shikamaru frowned.

 

Iruka vaguely pointed at the class. "It's time to start homeroom, assistant-teacher."

 

Shikamaru eyed the gathered and expectant kids. "Oh, right." He cleared his throat and lifted his chin. "Stand."

 

The children stood.

 

"Bow."

 

The kids bowed, and eyed Shikamaru with a gleam in their eye.

 

Shikamaru raised his hands. "All together now, nice and loud." He waved.

 

"Good moooooooorning Iruka-sensei!"

 

Iruka nodded in return. "Good morning my brilliant and happy students." He blinked and touched a finger to his bottom lip. "Oh wait, aren't we forgetting someone?" He looked over at Shikamaru, his eyes wide.

 

Konohamaru grinned and threw up his hands. "All together now, nice and loud!" He waved.

 

"Good moooooooorning Shika-maru-sensei!"

 

Shikamaru's face turned very, very red.

 

Iruka nudged him. "And your response?"

 

Shikamaru folded his arms across his chest and pasted on his extremely familiar scowl. "Good morning rug-rats. I hope you wore your waterproof undies today."

 

Iruka grinned. Shikamaru definitely knew how to take a hint and run with it.

 

Every child froze where they stood staring at Shikamaru in horror, then collectively looked over at Iruka in open pleading.

 

Iruka shrugged. "He's right you know. If you didn't bring your water proof undies, that obstacle course is going to be mighty chilly in all this rain."

 

The Hyuuga, Hanabi scowled ferociously. "What about the indoor course?"

 

Iruka blinked. "What about it?"

 

Mouths fell open.

 

"No way!"

 

"That's mean!"

 

"None of the other classes have to do it!"

 

"No fair!"

 

Iruka looked over at Shikamaru, and spoke under his breath. "Mention yours." He folded his arms across his chest and out on his merciless despot face.

 

Shikamaru set his hands on his hips. "My class had to do it in the rain too." He took a step forward. "And you know what? I'm glad I did."

 

All protest died on the spot.

 

Iruka eyed Shikamaru and waved his fingers under his arm. Keep going!

 

Shikamaru's eyes widened in open alarm, then his features settled into lines of determination, and was that a touch of pride? He took a breath. "I was glad because when I went through the Forest of Death for the chuunin exam, it was worse -- much worse; rain and mud with giant snakes, giant rats, and man-eating plants! And that was just what lived there." He nodded firmly.

 

Iruka shook his head. "Sorry, no giant snakes, or rats, or man-eating plants today." He grinned. "But there will be plenty of mud!"

 

Moans and groans.

 

Iruka lifted up his attendance record and began the roll-call. Every single student was there. Nodding firmly, Iruka set the chart down on the desk behind him. "Okay, because I'm a merciful slave-driver..."

 

Uneasy chuckles...

 

Iruka lifted his chin. "You won't have to do the trials in the rain."

 

Sighs of joy and relief.

 

Iruka grinned. "Just the obstacle course."

 

Moans and a few whines...

 

Iruka smiled. "But we're gonna do that one last, so once you're finished, you can go straight home from there, okay?"

 

Konohamaru raised his hand, a determined look in his eye.

 

Iruka nodded. "Yes, Konohamaru?"

 

The boy's eyes narrowed. "What about tomorrow, Saturday?"

 

Iruka blinked then smiled very broadly. "Ah yes, the first Saturday of Summer Vacation." He leaned theoretically closer to the class. "Absolutely no one is going to fail these trials, right?"

 

Thirty-some little faces became determined. Thirty-some little heads nodded.

 

Iruka smiled. "Nine AM sharp, under the tree with the swing. I'll be there." He winked.

 

Shikamaru nodded. "Me too."

 

Konohamaru blinked. "Wait, you mean we all...made it? We passed?"

 

Iruka lifted his chin, then nodded once. "Yes."

 

Whoops of joys filled the room, along with a lot of jumping and spinning in place.

 

Iruka put up his hands. "So far! You all passed so far!"

 

Silence descended.

 

Iruka shook his head. "The exam isn't done yet. These trials are part of it too, remember?"

 

Konohamaru rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but this is the easy part."

 

Thirty-some little heads nodded in agreement.

 

Iruka smiled. "Well then, shall we all line up and go to the indoor ring to show all the other students just how easy this is?"

 

Konohamaru grinned. "Piece of cake."

 

Chuckles erupted and Iruka's little hellions swarmed from their desks to make something that vaguely resembled a line at the door. Iruka didn't care if they actually made a line as long as they didn't wander off.

 

Shikamaru looked over at Iruka and spoke softly. "Awfully confident, aren't they?"

 

Iruka shouldered the duffel bag and spoke just as softly. "Wait 'til you see the other kids. They've got a right to be confident."

 

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