Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Indecent Exposure ~ A Naruto Fan-Fic (K/I) ❯ Chapter 16

Indecent Exposure

A 'Naruto' fan-fiction by Ookami Kasumi

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~ Sixteen ~

 

Staring wide-eyed at Kakashi, Iruka felt his face fill with heat. He was pitifully grateful that the heated water had already flushed his skin. Unfortunately, the heat flooding through him was washing downward, and tightening -- again. Iruka swallowed hard and seriously considered fleeing the bath, but knew that if he stepped out of the water, his growing hard-on would be painfully obvious. Damn it.

 

Kakashi held out his hand. "Come, have a seat, and tell me what I missed these past two weeks."

 

Iruka's hand slid into Kakashi's before he even realized he'd done it. He looked down at traitorous hand in shock.

 

Kakashi's fingers shifted to close snugly around Iruka's wrist. "So, did you miss me?" His visible eye creased in amusement. He tugged, hard.

 

Iruka fell forward to sprawl practically on top of Kakashi. "Oof! Kakashi!" He struggled to get off the man, but Kakashi's arms somehow ended up locked around Iruka's body, pressing them chest to chest. Iruka's legs tangled with Kakashi's and Iruka's erection brushed against a firm taut belly -- and an equally firm erection. Oh shit...! More than a little panicked, he pushed back against Kakashi's shoulders to look into Kakashi's face.

 

His head tilted back, Kakashi's shock of silver hair was brushed back from his brow, exposing both the blue-gray and the slowly spinning scarlet. The towel was gone from the bottom of his face exposing the man's sly grin. "Missed me that much, did you?"

 

Iruka's mouth opened, but not a god damned thing came to mind.

 

Kakashi's eyes hooded and his smile widened. "Rendered you speechless, did I?" He snorted. "Good." He wrapped his legs around Iruka's and grabbed one cheek of Iruka's butt, pulling the schoolteacher firmly up against him, belly to belly and erection to erection.

 

Iruka gasped. The delicious pressure of Kakashi's belly against his aching cock, the power in the arms that held him, the hardness of the body against his, the rich scent of musk and green leaves... A soft moan left his lips. It was all so much better than his dreams. Urged by Kakashi's hands, he sank down to straddle Kakashi's lap, his knees perched on the underwater bench.

 

"That's better." Kakashi tilted his head up and slightly to the side to look at Iruka. The pupils of both his eyes were wide and very dark. "I missed you too." His smile disappeared. "Kiss me."

 

Iruka didn't even try to resist. He leaned down to meet Kakashi's parted lips and delved in for a taste of him, stroking with his tongue, and nipping with his teeth. Fresh water and the distinctive taste of Kakashi danced on his tongue.

 

Kakashi moaned into Iruka's mouth and parried with his tongue and teeth. His hands slid up Iruka's body to explore his shoulder, back, and rump. He sucked Iruka's tongue into his mouth and suckled.

 

Under Kakashi's firm exploring fingers and decadent mouth, Iruka's entire body tightened with near brutal urgency. Small whimpering moans escaped his throat between kisses. He pressed close and writhed, rubbing his cock against Kakashi's firm belly.

 

Lust clouded his conscious thoughts, but his senses were working overtime. The scent of the heated and steaming water drenched everything, but he could still smell Kakashi's distinctive aroma beneath it and feel the sleek pliancy of his hard muscular body. Curling mist softened the air, but he had no difficulty seeing the flush tinting Kakashi's skin and each drop of moisture sparkling on his lips. The slosh of water echoed all around, but every soft moan and pant that passed Kakashi's lips was easy to note. The hum of Kakashi's chakra tingled against his awareness, bright and clear -- despite the approaching storm of tangled chakra that was crackling straight for them.

 

Ice cold alarm slammed the lid on Iruka's libido. He jerked his mouth from Kakashi's and turned to face the door. "Someone's coming." He frowned, analyzing what his senses were telling him. "No, wait, three of them, all fairly strong, but I don't recognize the chakra."

 

Kakashi blinked then frowned, both eyes narrowed, his scarlet eye spinning. "Fuck, you're right." He frowned. "I can't make out who it is either."

 

Iruka rushed to the right, moving off of Kakashi's lap.

 

Kakashi moved the other way, grabbing for the towel he'd left on the pool's edge. With blinding speed, the bottom half of his face was covered. "Wait a second..." He turned to face Iruka and his brow lowered over his blue-gray eye. "You can recognize someone by their chakra?

 

Iruka leaned away from the openly suspicious jounin and hunched his shoulders. "Well, some chakra is really hard to miss, like Tsunade's, or Juraiya's." He smiled uneasily.

 

Kakashi folded his arms across his chest. "And mine?"

 

Iruka looked at the water, dodging his gaze. "Well, yeah."

 

Kakashi shook his head and sighed. "Forget Ibiki, you should be working with the hunters."

 

Iruka curled his lip in disgust. "Gross! Like I'd want to hunt criminals just to take their heads and burn their corpses?" Just the thought of it killed what little was left of his erection.

 

Kakashi rolled his eyes. "Okay, I admit it's not a particularly glamorous job..."

 

Iruka snorted. "Understatement of the century."

 

The doors at the far end of the room opened none too gently. Three men strode on in blue robes.

 

Iruka didn't recognize any of the faces, but their chakra levels put them all at jounin level or above, probably ANBU.

 

Kakashi smiled tightly and snorted.

 

Iruka frowned at him. "You know them?"

 

Kakashi nodded. "Yep." He rose from the bench. "And it's definitely time to leave."

 

Iruka frowned but rose also. "Is there something wrong with them?"

 

Kakashi shook his head. "Nothing's wrong..." Rather than wade through the water, Kakashi stepped on the bench, then onto the wooden walkway that edged the pool. "They're just a little...coarse for your company."

 

Iruka's brow lifted. So these guys were rude and obnoxious? He rolled his eyes. Like, he'd never dealt with that type before? Still, it was only polite to follow Kakashi out of the pool since he clearly wanted to leave. He climbed up on the bench and stepped up onto the walkway as well.

 

Kakashi strode around the pool at a leisurely pace but his strides were long.

 

Iruka was forced to stretch his stride to keep from trotting just to keep up with him, however it gave him ample time to examine the long, lean body he'd touched but never quite seen. Most remarkable was Kakashi's skin. It was as pale as milk, which only emphasized the hundreds of pink scars that littered his skin. He was also long-boned with surprisingly broad shoulders, but almost frighteningly lean. There was not one ounce of softness on him anywhere. Every inch of him moved and flexed with wiry muscle.

 

Iruka found him fascinating to watch in motion.

 

At the far end of the pool, the three men disrobed then entered the water, laughing and joking between themselves. They were all whip-cord muscular, but not particularly striking. In fact, with their short-cropped brown hair and dark eyes, they were rather plain. Most telling, however, was that they all bore a dark swirl tattoo on their left upper arms -- like Kakashi's.

 

Iruka put the associations together rather easily. Definitely ANBU...

 

One of them looked up to see them passing. His dark gaze narrowed on Iruka. He snorted in open derision then his gaze settled quite obviously on Kakashi. "Kakashi, no need to leave, you're welcome to stay."

 

Kakashi waved and gave him his trademark one-eyed smile, but he didn't slow his pace. "Thanks, but I've already been here a while."

 

One of the other men narrowed his eyes on Iruka, and his smile tightened. "Oh, so you prefer the company of a schoolteacher to us?"

 

Kakashi tilted his head and waggled a finger playfully. "You really shouldn't ask questions you don't want the answers to."

 

The last one elbowed his companion, grinning. "Oh, smack!"

 

The first's gaze narrowed on Iruka. "I guess it's understandable, the schoolteacher is awfully pretty."

 

Iruka pasted a vague 'I have no idea what you're talking about' look on his face while carefully memorizing the feel of each of their chakra and noting the other distinctive tattoos they wore.

 

He might not know who they were at the moment, but it wouldn't be that difficult to uncover their names. There was only one ninja academy in town, and even if their records had been pulled, as most ANBU records were, teachers had long memories for pain in the ass students.

 

These three were quite obviously overdue for a lesson.

 

Kakashi merely waved and continued toward the bench, and their robes. He picked up his robe and slid into it while eyeing Iruka.

 

Iruka collected his robe and smiled at him, his eyes just a touch wide. What? I'm completely innocent of any evil thoughts what so ever.

 

Kakashi tied his robe, his eyes narrowing.

 

Iruka turned his back to the pool, and Kakashi to slide into his robe and tied it. The man was far too perceptive, and it wasn't just his eyes. He strode for the double doors. However, as soon as he'd stepped through them, his elbow was grabbed by strong slender fingers.

 

Driving Iruka down the hallway toward the dressing room with obvious intent, Kakashi whispered against his ear. "Stay away from them. I hate having to hide corpses this close to town."

 

Iruka blinked, his 'lesson' plans erased completely from his mind. Hiding corpses...? He looked over at Kakashi, some of the shock bleeding into his expression. "What are you...?"

 

Kakashi's blue-gray eye disappeared into creases of humor, but his fingers tightened with punishing force around his elbow. "Merely trying to keep the number of distractions down." With that, he shoved Iruka through the door into the dressing room.

 

Iruka stumbled into the wood-walled room and winced at his gracelessness. "Kakashi...!"

 

Kakashi's eye creased in amusement and rubbed his hands together. "Now then, where were we?" He lifted a finger. "Oh yeah, right about...here!" He lunged at Iruka.

 

On pure instinct alone, Iruka twisted sharply, sliding from Kakashi's grasp by only a hair's width. Unfortunately, he didn't account for Kakashi's blinding recovery speed.

 

The jounin flash-stepped right into Iruka's path and grabbed the chuunin by the arms. "Going somewhere?" He smiled.

 

Iruka blinked in astonishment. Whoa, fast. He then frowned in annoyance. "No, you just startled me."

 

Still smiling, Kakashi urged Iruka back. "Good reflexes."

 

Iruka stepped backwards, not quite sure what Kakashi was up to. "Is there a point to this...exercise?"

 

Kakashi nodded. "Yep."

 

Iruka's back came in contact with the cold metal lockers. He blinked in surprise.

 

A blink was long enough for Kakashi to whip the towel off his face, and dive in to take Iruka's lips captive. His tongue surged past Iruka's parted lips to invade and subdue.

 

He tastes so good. The blood emptied from Iruka's head to surge down into his cock, filling it with brutal speed. Urgency coupled with the aching desire to submit, to have Kakashi inside him, filling him, fucking him...weakened his knees. He grabbed onto Kakashi's shoulders to keep from falling.

 

Kakashi released Iruka's lips and whispered. "Do you want me?"

 

Iruka curled his fingers into Kakashi's robe and practically moaned. "Gods, yes."

 

Kakashi flashed a bare-faced smile. "Good!" He rolled his eyes. "But we can't do this here." He looked toward the door and scowled. "Too many damned prying eyes." He turned Iruka to face the lockers. "Get dressed."

 

Iruka fumbled for his locker. When he could finally form a cohesive thought past the ravenous ache deep in his gut and the throbbing hard-on, he was already dressed. He was also wearing his over coat -- and being hustled out the bath house's doors with Kakashi's hand at the small of his back.

 

He stepped under the arching porch and blinked at the pouring rain in shock. He couldn't remember putting on his clothes. Hell, he only had the vaguest recollection of putting on his shoes. Lust had shut his mind down that completely.

 

Iruka shook his head in confusion. What the hell is going on with me? It was almost as though he was suffering one of his after-mission lust attacks.

 

Kakashi stepped in front of Iruka.

 

Iruka's vision was suddenly filled with a shock of snow white hair, a happily creased blue-grey eye, and a black cloth mask that covered the bottom half of an elegant face. His nose was filled with the scent of new leaves and musk. Brilliant white chakra burned against his humble yellow chakra... The sound of the rain perfectly complimented the sound of fabric moving against skin...

 

Kakashi frowned behind his mask. "Iruka?"

 

Iruka snapped back to himself with an almost physical jolt. "Yes?"

 

Kakashi leaned close and whispered by Iruka's ear. "My place or the bridge?"

 

Iruka frowned in confusion. What the heck did he mean by... "The bridge?"

 

Kakashi grabbed Iruka by the upper arms. "Bridge it is!" His white chakra swirled around them both in a blinding whorl of power that snapped -- and popped.

 

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