Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Indecent Exposure ~ A Naruto Fan-Fic (K/I) ❯ Chapter 24

Indecent Exposure

A 'Naruto' fan-fiction by Ookami Kasumi

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~ Twenty-Four ~

 

Iruka sat up in the grass. He was sweaty and disheveled with his hair hanging in a mop about his face and his elastic band was nowhere to be found, but his body pleasantly humming in satisfaction. Looking down at his lap, he contemplated getting back to his apartment from the field in his completely compromised pants. Luckily, he had just enough chakra for a small henge illusion that covered the view. However, it did absolutely nothing for the breeze.

 

"Um..." Kneeling right in front of Iruka while he fastened his pants, Kakashi's cheeks pinked. "I have an extra shirt in my pack...?"

 

"I got it." Sighing, Iruka stood up and slid out of the naginata back harness he still wore then pulled off his own shirt. The night air chilled his damp skin, but the hazy euphoria still humming in his body more than made up for it. He proceeded to tuck the shirt into his belt to at least cover the front and eyed Kakashi. "What? No extra pants?"

 

Kakashi stood up and brushed off his knees. "They're kind of...dirty, and I don't think they'd fit you."

 

Iruka stopped in the middle of sliding back into his naginata harness and blinked. Oh, that's much too good to pass up. He slowly looked over at Kakashi with narrowed eyes. "Are you saying I have a fat ass?" He jerked hard on the harness to settle it in place, and emphasize his mock point.

 

Kakashi stiffened and his eyes widened. "Err... No!" He looked away and drew his cloth mask up over the lower half of his face. "More like..." He rolled one shoulder. "A luscious ass."

 

Luscious...? Iruka snorted and let his expression slip into a smile. "Oh, come on, you handed me that one."

 

In a split second, Kakashi went from openly nervous to a wide grin--visible even under the mask. "It was too hard to resist." He shifted on his knees, moving to Iruka's side and threw his arm around Iruka's shoulders. "And I love how you take a cue and run with it."

 

Love... Iruka barely held back his flinch. Kakashi loved him. Iruka slammed a lid on that boiling morass in his heart. Later! I'll think about it later! He turned a smile toward Kakashi. "You hungry?"

 

Kakashi's stomach rumbled--loudly.

 

Iruka couldn't help looking down at Kakashi's belly. "Wow..."

 

Kakashi put on a huge and clearly fake grin that creased his eyes. "As a matter of fact..."

 

Iruka did a fast mental inventory of what he had in his fridge. "I think I can whip you up some fried rice with chicken at my place?"

 

"Sounds perfect!" Kakashi lunged up onto his feet and took off across the grass to leap into the trees.

 

"Hey...!" Iruka took off after him. To his absolute astonishment, he had no difficulty at all catching up with Kakashi's quick pace. Gai's exercises were definitely paying off.

 

On a shared branch, the white-haired ninja glanced over at Iruka with one narrowed gray eye. "You been working out or something?"

 

Iruka put on a serene smile. "Or something." He flipped to the next tree.

 

Kakashi leaped after him.

 

Iruka would have loved to have indulged in a short race, but henge or not, his privates were only covered by a loose shirt. He merely paced the copy-nin and bounced straight to his rooftop. A quick knock opened the seal that locked the roof door and he leisurely strode down the stairs.

 

Right next to Iruka's ear Kakashi's voice was soft. "I noticed last time that you'd gained a bit more muscle. Looks like you gained some speed to go with it."

 

Last time... The bathhouse... The bridge. Iruka's face warmed. He shrugged very casually. "I added a few new exercises to my daily routine."

 

"Gai's exercises?"

 

That was a damned good guess. Iruka covered his surprise with another shrug. "Maybe." He opened the door to his floor and stepped out of the stairwell. "They're to build up my endurance."

 

Kakashi snorted and closed the stairwell door behind him. "Well, it's definitely working."

 

At his door, Iruka turned back to eye Kakashi. "Really?" He knocked lightly to disarm his traps then used his key in the lock. The door clicked and opened. He stepped back to let Kakashi in. "Is it that obvious?"

 

"I wouldn't say it was 'obvious'." Kakashi stepped in. His gaze darted all around in obvious assessment of his surroundings then settled on Iruka. "I only noticed because we just spent the last three hours in that field doing...vigorous exercise--"

 

Vigorous exercise? Is that what he's calling it? Iruka snorted. Kakashi was clearly reading way too many of those cheesy porn books.

 

"--Yet you still had the energy to practically race me here." Kakashi kicked out of his sandals.

 

"Oh, gimme a break! There's no way in hell I'd win a serious race against you." Iruka locked the door behind Kakashi then slipped out of his own sandals. "And you just came back from a mission plus had...vigorous exercise too. You're not exactly at your peak right now."

 

Kakashi stepped up into the small hallway and turned to look back at Iruka. "Ah, but I have plenty of chakra to boost my stamina. You barely had enough to make your henge. Your stamina is entirely physical."

 

Iruka winced. Stupid Sharingan eye... Can't hide anything from it. He stepped up into the hall and lifted a brow at Kakashi "My chakra may have been a little low, but I had the whole day off plus half of yesterday." And he was thoroughly glad he'd used it to clean his apartment. "I was fully rested when I began." That was...mostly truthful.

 

Kakashi smiled, his eyes creasing. "If you say so."

 

Iruka nodded, but couldn't quite look him in the eye. "I do." He padded toward his bedroom. He desperately needed to put some pants on--ones that actually covered him. Running with his...dangling bits...err, dangling was not exactly comfortable. He stepped into his room and went to his dresser to dig out a pair of sweat pants. He grabbed a second set and a shirt. Kakashi had said all his pants were dirty. He turned back to his door.

 

Kakashi lounged against the doorframe, his arms crossed.

 

Iruka stiffened only a tiny bit. He hadn't heard a single step even though the floorboards in the hallway squeaked. Mostly due to the sound henge he'd set on them. "Um..." He held out the clothes. "Do you want to take a shower?"

 

Kakashi yanked his mask down to his neck to reveal a sultry smile. "I would love a shower." He reached out with both hands and took the clothes--and Iruka's wrists. He tugged Iruka closer and his white brow lifted. "Wanna share?"

 

Iruka seriously considered it, but he really wanted to stow the naginata and harness in his closet without witnesses. "How about I get your dinner at least started?"

 

Kakashi's stomach rumbled with volume.

 

Iruka chuckled and slipped his wrists free. "Go take your shower. I'll take mine after you eat."

 

Kakashi held the clothes to one side and scowled at his stomach. "You are not helping my love life here."

 

Love life... Iruka covered his flinch by taking hold of the shoulders of Kakashi's ANBU armor and bodily turning him to face the bathroom door at the end of the short hall. "We have plenty of hot water here--" Thanks to his bathroom array. "--So take as long as you need."

 

Kakashi put on a pout, but dutifully strode for the bathroom while grumbling about unhelpful body parts. The floor still didn't make a sound under his feet.

 

Iruka frowned slightly then turned back to his room. He'd have to investigate that later. He slipped out of his naginata harness to drop it on his bed. He yanked off his tucked shirt, unbuckled his pants, slid the belt free then let his pants and what was left of his boxers drop to the floor. His shirt went into the hamper in his closet along with his socks.

 

Grabbing up his ruined clothes and the harness, he stalked completely naked to the kitchen. The floor didn't squeak under his feet, but then, he'd made the henge. After tossing his torn clothes into the trash, he went to the kitchen sink and washed off most of the dirt, grass, and...mess with a damp dish towel. By the time he had pulled on his boxers and sweatpants, the water in the shower was running.

 

Iruka took a few minutes to clean the naginata's blade then padded out into the hall. The bathroom door was closed and the shower was still running. Good. He stepped lightly up the short hall to his closet. He smeared a drop of blood on the blank wall and invoked his door. The harness and naginata went back in the corner where they belonged. He stepped out and another drop of blood hid the door. With a soft sigh of relief, he padded back to the kitchen and put on his plain black bistro apron. Time to make Kakashi some food.

 

He dug through his refrigerator and winced. He really needed to go grocery shopping. He had enough for Kakashi's fried rice and a good breakfast, but not much more than that. He fetched his wok from the hook on the wall and turned on the gas stove. In only minutes, he had the chicken cooking in sesame oil with fresh ginger and the vegetables chopped. He tossed in the precooked rice and stirred with the wooden spatula. A dash of curry, a pinch of salt, more ginger, soy sauce, a few other interesting spices... Stir, stir, stir...

 

"Damn, that smells good!"

 

Iruka looked over his shoulder.

 

Kakashi stood in the doorway scrubbing his damp white hair with a gold towel. Both eyes were uncovered, the scarlet orb rotating slowly. The gray t-shirt bagged everywhere except the shoulders. Kakashi had amazingly broad shoulders for such a slender body. However, most arresting of all was the way the black sweat pants slid dangerously low on his hips showing his tightly muscular belly.

 

Iruka jerked his gaze away and went back to stirring with his face more than a little warm. He'd been staring. "Have a seat at the table. This'll be done in just a minute."

 

A chair scraped the floor. "Now that I know that you can cook, you'll never get rid of me."

 

Iruka's hands twitched. Never get rid of me. To cover the involuntary movement he reached to the right to grab a plain white plate off the wooden dish rack. "Wait till you taste it. You might change your mind." He started shoveling food onto the plate.

 

Kakashi snorted then spoke softly. "I wouldn't change my mind even if you were the worst cook in the world."

 

Iruka's face heated even more. Apparently, Kakashi had spotted twitch. "We'll see." He grabbed a clean pair of chopsticks and a cloth napkin. Pasting a smile on his lips, he turned to set the heaping plate on the table before Kakashi. "I hope you're hungry. I made a bit more than I thought." He set down the napkin and chopsticks.

 

Seated at the small table, Kakashi stared at the plate with wide eyes and parted lips. "Wow..."

 

Iruka turned to the fridge. "Chilled tea?"

 

"Mm-hmm!"

 

Iruka pulled out the plastic gallon container, took a large glass down from the shelf, then looked over at Kakashi.

 

The man held the plate up in one hand while he used his chopsticks to shovel the steaming hot chicken and rice straight into his mouth like he hadn't seen food in a week.

 

Iruka stiffened. "Careful! That's straight out of the pan!"

 

Kakashi grinned and spoke with his mouth clearly full to overflowing. "It's perfect."

 

Iruka rolled his eyes and poured tea into the glass. "Crazy jounin..." He set the glass on the table.

 

Kakashi set the plate down clean of every last grain of rice.

 

Iruka blinked. Had he licked it clean or something?

 

Kakashi wiped his mouth with the napkin and smiled. "More?"

 

"Uh, sure." Iruka brought the wok to the table and refilled Kakashi's plate.

 

Kakashi lifted his plate and started shoveling again.

 

Iruka frowned. "When was the last time you ate?"

 

Kakashi eyed Iruka over his plate then looked away. "Um, I had some ration bars." He cocked his head and looked off to the side. "Yesterday, I think?"

 

Iruka shook his head. "That does it." With his free hand, he pointed at his table. "From now on, you come here after every mission so I can feed you properly."

 

Kakashi set the plate down--spotless again--and grinned. "Count on it." He picked up the glass of tea and in several gulps emptied it. He set the glass down with a long sigh then leaned back in his chair and rubbed his belly. It was visibly distended. "That was Nirvana."

 

Iruka smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." His brow lifted. "Did you even taste it?"

 

Kakashi nodded. "Every last bite."

 

Both of Iruka's brows rose. "At that speed?"

 

Kakashi's smile curled up on one side. "Practice makes perfect."

 

Iruka rolled his eyes. According to Naruto, the man normally ate so fast one never even saw the mask move. He collected Kakashi's plate, and went to the sink to do the dishes.

 

"Iruka-sensei?"

 

"Yes, Kakashi-sensei?"

 

"Do you always wear an apron in the kitchen?"

 

In the midst of scrubbing the wok, Iruka hesitated, but only a tiny bit. Truthfully, yes he did. "I'm not wearing a shirt and I was working with hot oil."

 

Warm breath brushed the back of Iruka's neck along with soft words. "I did notice your lack of a shirt." Warm hands cupped Iruka's hips then slid forward and under the apron to settle against his belly.

 

Iruka shivered. "Kakashi, I'm washing dishes."

 

"No need to stop on my account." Kakashi pressed his chest up against Iruka's back and brushed his lips against the side of Iruka's throat. "I'm perfectly capable of entertaining myself." His hands slid up to brush across Iruka's chest--and nipples. "Oh look, they're hard. Just the way I like them." He flicked them with his thumbs.

 

Erotic warmth sparked in his nipples and traveled downward to his cock. Iruka sucked in a breath. He was getting hard--again. Gods, was he really that depraved? His voice trembled just a tiny bit. "Kakashi, I haven't even showered yet."

 

"Oh I know." His hands slid down Iruka's belly and right into Iruka's pants to grip his semi-erection which became a full erection in less than a breath. "Hmm... Looks like the nipples aren't the only thing that's hard." His hands began to stroke Iruka's cock in long leisurely pulls.

 

His hands still buried in soapy water, Iruka gasped and hunched over the sink. "Kakashi...!"

 

"Yes, Iruka-sensei?" Kakashi's thumb rubbed across the crown, and pressed into the seeping slit while his fingers toyed with the sensitive edges of the hood. His other hand slid down to cup Iruka's balls and lightly squeezed.

 

Iruka groaned and his submerged hands came out of the water to grab onto the edge of the sink. Gods, the man had talented hands.

 

Kakashi's lips brushed Iruka's ear. "Did you want something, Iruka-sensei?" His hands unceasing in their slow exquisite torture of Iruka's cock and balls, his hips made contact with Iruka's butt--along with the hard-on under his sweatpants. He rubbed back and forth.

 

Iruka released a shuddering breath. "I, uh..." He couldn't remember a word of what he'd intended to say. He couldn't think past the heated coil of excitement building in his gut.

 

Arching over Iruka's back, Kakashi's mouth opened against the side of Iruka's neck. A warm wet tongue stroked the long tendon. "I don't know about you, but I know what I want." His hands released Iruka's cock and balls to tug Iruka's sweatpants below his butt cheeks. The hot naked brand of Kakashi's released cock pressed into the seam of Iruka's butt.

 

Iruka groaned and slid his feet apart on the linoleum floor, parting his legs in open invitation. He hadn't showered, he was on the edge of exhaustion, he was in the middle of washing the dishes for the Gods' sake...! However, none of that mattered to the hunger that boiled in his gut.

 

Obsession indeed.

 

Kakashi pressed the burning hot crown of his cock against Iruka's anus and rubbed lightly. "Oh, it's still all nice and wet down there."

 

Iruka took a breath, his body trembling in anticipation.

 

Kakashi chuckled, soft and low. "Oh, so now you go all submissive on me?"

 

Lightning fast, his temper ignited. Iruka's teeth clenched and a low growl boiled in his chest. "Kakashi..."

 

Kakashi thrust, hard and swift. His cock slipped right past the ring and surged in deep, all the way to the hilt. His hips smacked against Iruka's ass.

 

Iruka choked out a small cry of surprise. It hadn't hurt. Their earlier...workout had taken care of loosening him up--and then some. He just hadn't expected such a fast entry.

 

"Oh yeah..." Kakashi groaned his fingers tight on Iruka's hips. "Home, sweet home." His cock found Iruka's sensitive spot deep inside with disgusting ease, and he ground against it.

 

Sparks skittered throughout Iruka's belly and up his spine. He groaned and rolled back in counterpoint.

 

Kakashi started pumping in and out in a slow leisurely rhythm. His hands slid back up Iruka's belly and chest to thumb and pinch Iruka's nipples.

 

Dishes completely forgotten, Iruka shuddered and writhed. Each carefully deliberate thrust and long withdrawal dragged deep guttural moans from his throat. Unlike the near-desperate hunger he'd had out in the field, this slow rise toward climax was exquisitely delicious.

 

Grinding slow and deep into Iruka, Kakashi groaned against Iruka's back. "Damn... Just as soon as I think I've got you figured out, you go and toss another surprise at me."

 

Writhing under the sweet electrical burn of the cock rubbing up against his prostate, it took Iruka a moment to process that Kakashi had spoken, and a longer one to grasp what he'd said. "Shouldn't judge books--" He groaned. "--By their covers."

 

"I normally don't." Kakashi pressed a lingering kiss against the nape of Iruka's neck. "It was months before I figured out that most of your temper flair-ups were calculated acts."

 

Iruka shuddered. "Not all."

 

"No, not all." Kakashi's teeth pressed into Iruka's shoulder in a bruising yet delicious bite. He growled then released Iruka's shoulder and licked the tender flesh. "You're a master manipulator."

 

Iruka groaned. God, how the hell was the man even able to hold a conversation like this? He was struggling just to hold two thoughts together. "Should I be pleased or insulted?"

 

"Pleased. Very pleased." Kakashi slowly twisted Iruka's nipples.

 

Lightning darted from Iruka's nipples to the tip of his weeping cock. He whimpered just a little.

 

Kakashi pressed his cheek to Iruka's and spoke softly. "They should have made you at least special jounin years ago."

 

Iruka shook his head. "Chakra too low, no specialty."

 

Kakashi locked his arms around Iruka's chest and ground particularly deep. "Liar."

 

Iruka arched under him and gasped.

 

Kakashi groaned against Iruka's ear. "You're definitely more creative with seals than I am."

 

Iruka froze, icy terror washing through him. His heart suddenly hammered in his ears. All trace of excitement and arousal evaporated. He knew. Kakashi knew about his talent with seals. "How...?"

 

Kakashi stilled. "How could I miss them? They're on every ceiling and that wall."

 

"No!" Panic and raw terror clawing at Iruka's heart, the blood rushing in his ears, he dug his fingers into the arms holding him and shoved away from the sink. "Let me go!"

 

"Iruka, calm down!" Kakashi grabbed Iruka by the hair and shoved him back against the counter, pinning Iruka with his arm around Iruka's chest, and the grip on his hair. "I don't know why you hid it, but I'm not going to betray you. If you don't want it known, I won't tell anyone. I swear!"

 

Seeing nothing but a laughing serpentine face before his eyes, Iruka struggled in Kakashi's hold. "I can't let anyone know!" His eyes burned and white hot tears suddenly slid down his cheeks. He spoke, but his throat was so tight it was barely a whisper. "If he finds out, he'll take me too!"

 

"Who?" Kakashi released Iruka's hair only to close both arms around Iruka's chest. His limp cock slid from Iruka's body, his lust gone almost as quickly as Iruka's. "Wait, Orochimaru?"

 

Iruka abruptly felt his gorge rise and barely turned his head to the other sink, the one that wasn't filled with soapy water--and dishes--before the contents of his stomach emptied into it.

 

"Shit..." Kakashi loosed one arm from around Iruka to turn on the water. He grabbed a towel and soaked it in the cold water. He pressed the dripping towel to Iruka's forehead. "Iruka, he's dead, remember? Sasuke killed that snake months ago."

 

Iruka shuddered and pressed his burning face into the cold towel. "I-I forgot."

 

Kakashi snorted. "Yeah, blind panic tends to do that."

 

Iruka felt the strength abruptly leave his body. His knees buckled and he collapsed against the counter. "I still can't believe he's dead."

 

Kakashi carefully turned Iruka to lean back against the counter. "So I saw." With one hand he wiped the tears and vomit from Iruka's face and chest. With the other, he tugged up Iruka's sweat pants, covering him. "Your secret is safe, okay?" He leaned close and ducked his head, forcing Iruka to make eye contact with him. "Okay?" He smiled. "But I promise I won't tell anyone anyway. Okay?"

 

Still trembling, Iruka eyed the man in front of him--and his slowly turning red eye. How could he even have thought he could hide his house seals from Sharingan Kakashi? Could he really be trusted?

 

Naruto certainly thought so.

 

Iruka forced a smile to his lips, but it was so, so hard. "Okay."

 

"Tell you what..." Kakashi set his arm across Iruka's shoulders. "I'll clean up the kitchen while you go take your shower." He gently urged Iruka across the kitchen and down the hall toward the bathroom. "When you come out, I'll have a pot of tea ready and we'll talk. Okay?"

 

Iruka nodded. "Sorry about the panic attack."

 

Kakashi grinned. "Ha! That was nothing. You should see mine." He rolled his eyes and opened the bathroom door.

 

In the doorway, Iruka turned to frown at him. "You get them too?"

 

Kakashi shrugged and smiled, his eyes creasing. "Every once in a while I forget my enemies are dead too."

 

Iruka's smile came a lot easier that time. "Oh."

 

Kakashi gently pushed him into the bathroom. "Go take your shower. You'll feel a lot better after it."

 

Iruka nodded then stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The truth was, he already felt a lot better--though he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

 

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