Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Interested ❯ Interested ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Midnyte_Wolf 
Kakashi learns just how interesting Umino Iruka is. But is he ready to let go once its over and done with?
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.22.2006 | Updated On: 11.22.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 905 | Status: Work In Progress
Kakashi learns just how interesting Umino Iruka is. But is he ready to let go once its over and done with?
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 11.22.2006 | Updated On: 11.22.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 905 | Status: Work In Progress
Title: Interested
Rating: Y-ish
Pairing: KakashixIruka
Summary: When Kakshi's interest had been sparked, he didn't quit until he was satisfied. Kakashi got what Kakashi wanted, in a materialistic way.
Notes: ...er, no comment.
~*~
When Kakashi's interest had been sparked, he didn't quit until he was satisfied. Kakashi got what Kakashi wanted, in a materialistic way. Lately he had listened more closely to Naruto's chatter. The boy talked alot about his former sensei. Kakashi soon became intrigued. And for the first time, he noted the other's existence, this Iruka character. For the first time he took him in, noted him down to a single point, and soaked him in carefully.
He held his report until he was sure Iruka was on duty to take it. He made sure his coy smile was efficiently inviting. He made sure his eyes lingered a touch too long against the other's face, causing the man to become uncomfortable and look away to busy himself with something else. Kakashi became interested further.
He hadn't really noticed the Chuunin to such a degree before. Sometimes it was as though he was becoming acquainted with new ninja everyday. At least to a deep, interested and acknowledging degree. There were just so many faces in the village, he knew them by name, but did not care to know them beyond that and their ranking.
Iruka-sensei... he was interesting. Kakashi watched him from the school-room windows, in the shadows, on more than one occasion. He watched him move. He watched him lecture, watched his brows furrow as he scribbled on assigments from his students. He watched him alot, gathering knowledge and information, thinking and calculating, and becoming highly amused.
These chases and interests sent a childish thrill down his spine. It was like a hunt. Every week it was someone new. So he supposed he could actually say he became acqauinted with new ninja almost everyday. Hmm... though it was usually women. However, Naruto had innocently laid this one upon his mind one humid afternoon. And it had intrigued him. He became excited with the concept.
He was human, a human man. He had needs, just as everyone else. He had a leverage to uphold in keeping him sane and his mind unfogged with stress and frustration. That's what his... erm, "novels" were for on the longer days. They amused him, interested him, and allowed him to experiment sexually within his mind, before applying it further later on during the nights.
It was almost easy now. He knew every signal to apply with women, knew the right conversation, sweet-talk, coy flattery, and breathless whispers to murmur in their ears. He knew how to work off his mysteriousness and wrap it around their pretty heads, their appeasing looks, and smirking grins. They usually fell for the same reasons he did. For the thrill, the moment, the stress-relief. It had become so routine with women... and as he pondered his next night move, Naruto's loud mouth had intermingled with the picture, offering up a new plan. A man was certainly new, a new challenge. It would be... interesting.
He gathered everything he could of the chuunin. Umino Iruka. He was young, around twenty-three just by looks, a simple check-up had confirmed it in his records. He was one-hundred seventy-eight centimeters, sixty-six point two kilograms. Orphan. Favorite food, ramen. Least favorite food, maze-gohan. Hobby, going to the hot-springs. Yes, he was definitely something, Kakashi mused.
But not only that, Kakashi looked up from his perch in the trees and watched through the windows as Iruka moved around the room, directing his dutiful voice towards the rows of small children. At first glance, Iruka gave the impression of a sweet, caring guy, but that wasn't all that was to him. In a short time, Kakashi realized he had a sturdy, hard stance to show his dominance. He had a tough and stern voice he bellowed for the children's attention and cooperation. His eyes could turn steely, his expression and body posture, serious. He had a strong composure that made Kakashi grin sheepishly and raise a brow.
He liked it. The thought of his firm dominance battling against another. He wondered how the chuunin would fair beneath his sheets. Would he melt willing to his advances? Or would he fight back with male vigor of his own. It was an enticing thought, having his authority challenged in bed with a stern, new suiter. He almost couldn't wait.
It hadn't taken as long as Kakashi had thought to woo Iruka enough to the thought of inviting him to his home. In fact, it was as if Iruka were anticipating the move as well. He moved with a certain fluidity when they entered his home. His expressions remained blank, but Kakashi could read the other signs. He answered with his own. For each casual brush against his shoulder, Kakashi would answer with a casual contact, like a hand on his shoulder or elbow. For each pleasantly nice comment, Kakashi answered back with a thankful laugh, and an enticing smile.
Maybe Iruka suspected him. Perhaps he knew his motivation for coming around so suddenly. Maybe he was simply helping him to quickly get it out of his system without the embarrassment of an obvious bust. The look in his eyes was inviting, almost too inviting of someone who once resented him for the bond he developed with his former kids. It was a supressed thought, but Kakashi knew it was there on many occasions. Once he had even played off of it for his own amusement, then laid the hard truth on him. This Iruka definitely made his lips twitch.
And that was all it took. In the shrouded night-time darkness of Iruka's apartment, Kakashi had rushed him quickly. He approached him and smoothed his hands over areas he had anticipated to be sensitive of the man. Iruka melted and tipped his head up to him expectantly, his eyes half-lidded. Kakashi stared back with his one visible eye. He wouldn't kiss, he never did. The mask always stayed in place. Sex did not mean free advantages.
Iruka fought the urge to cling to him, Kakashi could tell by the strained veins showing in his fingers. But he certainly did not fight any urge to hiss and groan. He kept it quiet though, appreciative, but quiet as Kakashi dragged his palm up and down the inside of his thighs. He made sure to slide against the groove and brush against his groin. All the while, they stared. Kakashi yearned to know the interworkings of the mind behind those eyes, watching him so intensely.
As if sensing his musing, Iruka opened his mouth and husked out, "Kakashi..."
Kakashi's brows furrowed. "Hush," he urged in a breathless, seductive whisper. If they started to question now, everything would be lost. And Kakashi got what Kakashi wanted. Right now he wanted Umino Iruka.
But Iruka did not hush. He bit down on his bottom lip and snapped his eyes up to him. "What are you--"
Kakashi silenced him this time by pressing a finger to his lips and with a reprimanding sigh. He went on quickly.
Iruka was certainly very pleasing to the eye. He was tall, slender, and lean. He was filled-out nicely for a fit ninja. Pleasing cuts of muscle stood out in plains against his warm cinnamon-tan skin. Kakashi admired his body structure as it was revealed to him, peeling away the other's clothing. And then he quickly set to work touching that smooth, flesh. His chest, his sides, his arms. Anywhere that could be touched, he touched, and he touched in quite a few places that, evidently, had never been touched before. Iruka responded enthusiastically.
Somehow, they had managed to stumble over to the nearby bed before all the flimsy barriers of clothing were finally torn off. The bed was small, a cot made for only one it seemed. But basically there would only be 'one', Kakashi smiled shrewdly. He pressed the other man into the sheets, Iruka pushing up against him in husky breaths. He liked it... for a short time.
He had given a little thought to what this kind of sex felt like. Still, even if he had, it never measured up to the actual experience. Iruka bucked and tossed his head from side to side, seeing as how the bondage of his still seized hair wouldn't allow him to toss backwards. Kakashi hummed with delight, occasionally bending down to breathe roughly into the other's ear, telling him to relax, to calm down and enjoy it.
An elusive sort of pressure mounted almost immediately as Kakashi began to thrust, grasping the hard, tense thighs around him. They clenched and sent his spine rigged as though steel had been injected into him. A lusty growl rumbled in his throat. Iruka answered with a long, drawn-out moan. It started quickly, in a wave of heat that made Kakashi's eyes roll. With every tiny movement he made, another little surge of delight, hot delight, swept into his stomach, tightening the coil slowly forming in his gut, in his nerves and blood.
He tried not to look down, because Iruka was looking back up. And he did not want to see the expression calling to him in those liquid brown eyes. It was a look that made him quiver, a look of yearning, needing, admiring. It seemed Iruka had wanted this for himself. For only a moment he wanted to feel... loved, cherished maybe. Kakashi knew what that felt like sometimes.His slow rocking back and forth, syrupy and thick, had changed into a vicious thrusting. Iruka closed those begging eyes and cried out more feverently, throwing his head to the side, his fingers digging into the sheets. Kakashi was a little more pleased. His heart was fluttering. He bent down low and panted against the other's neck. The hot breath pouring from his lips spilled back against his lips from the obtrusion of the mask, causing his mouth to become hot and moist, dribbling with spittle. He forgot to swallow on more than one occasion from the building of pressure in his loins, too caught up in the rolling waves of pleasure overtaking them both.Iruka was strong. His stomach muscles clenched and fluttered, his thighs tightened, causing Kakashi to toss his head back and moan, his toes curling. He was actually very lustful in this light, caked by shadows, glistened by sweat, and weak in a sense of his yearning cries, like an animal in heat. Kakashi was aware that this man was causing a great deal of noise from himself as well. Normally he was quiet, the pleasure not enough to make him feel as though he needed to cry out or shatter from the inside out. This was interesting. Then, it was over as suddenly as it had begun. Kakashi gripped the sheets on either side of the other's head and groaned long and loud. His back arched, and his muscles spasmed as he felt himself explode. His loins erupted and that light, airy coolness washed over him in a frigid wave of delight. His vision swam briefly, then he looked down and noticed the twisted, panting exhaustion that had overtaken the other man with his orgasm. He laid breathing, his chest rising and falling madly, but he didn't look up. His eyes remained closed. For a long moment, they panted and struggled just to get their heartbeats under control. But then, Kakashi quickly unhooked their bodies and stood up. His muscles felt like wet paper as he moved. He was sure his knees would give out any second. It was strange. During the entire rut he had noticed every lustful grab Iruka made, every moan, every twist and turn, every brief glance had been so trusting... he didn't guard himself, he let all his chakra fall away except that used to make the thrusting that much more pleasurable. He had trusted him entirely. Kakashi glanced over his shoulder at the man.He had twisted himself underneath the covers and laid with his back facing him. Obviously he knew the jounin expected nothing more. It was over. He had had his moment of bliss and longing. It made it easy... but Kakashi still pined for something.The day after was always pretty interesting to Kakashi as well. It was intriguing to see if they exchanged knowing glances, or if they even reacted at all. Most of the women did, with coy winks, and satisfied smirks. It made Kakashi grin meekly and rub at the back of his neck in answering. But really he wished the act would remain dead in their sheets. However, Iruka didn't respond. The days went by as though nothing had happened. Iruka looked at him like on any other day. There was no trace of what had happened between them. Everything was normal. Kakashi knew that should have pleased him... but for some reason it didn't. This time he was more expecting. He was the one continuing the shrewd winks and satisfied smirks. Because he was interested, still far too interested.Perhaps they would get together again sometime, Kakashi smiled, watching Iruka through the classroom window.
Rating: Y-ish
Pairing: KakashixIruka
Summary: When Kakshi's interest had been sparked, he didn't quit until he was satisfied. Kakashi got what Kakashi wanted, in a materialistic way.
Notes: ...er, no comment.
~*~
When Kakashi's interest had been sparked, he didn't quit until he was satisfied. Kakashi got what Kakashi wanted, in a materialistic way. Lately he had listened more closely to Naruto's chatter. The boy talked alot about his former sensei. Kakashi soon became intrigued. And for the first time, he noted the other's existence, this Iruka character. For the first time he took him in, noted him down to a single point, and soaked him in carefully.
He held his report until he was sure Iruka was on duty to take it. He made sure his coy smile was efficiently inviting. He made sure his eyes lingered a touch too long against the other's face, causing the man to become uncomfortable and look away to busy himself with something else. Kakashi became interested further.
He hadn't really noticed the Chuunin to such a degree before. Sometimes it was as though he was becoming acquainted with new ninja everyday. At least to a deep, interested and acknowledging degree. There were just so many faces in the village, he knew them by name, but did not care to know them beyond that and their ranking.
Iruka-sensei... he was interesting. Kakashi watched him from the school-room windows, in the shadows, on more than one occasion. He watched him move. He watched him lecture, watched his brows furrow as he scribbled on assigments from his students. He watched him alot, gathering knowledge and information, thinking and calculating, and becoming highly amused.
These chases and interests sent a childish thrill down his spine. It was like a hunt. Every week it was someone new. So he supposed he could actually say he became acqauinted with new ninja almost everyday. Hmm... though it was usually women. However, Naruto had innocently laid this one upon his mind one humid afternoon. And it had intrigued him. He became excited with the concept.
He was human, a human man. He had needs, just as everyone else. He had a leverage to uphold in keeping him sane and his mind unfogged with stress and frustration. That's what his... erm, "novels" were for on the longer days. They amused him, interested him, and allowed him to experiment sexually within his mind, before applying it further later on during the nights.
It was almost easy now. He knew every signal to apply with women, knew the right conversation, sweet-talk, coy flattery, and breathless whispers to murmur in their ears. He knew how to work off his mysteriousness and wrap it around their pretty heads, their appeasing looks, and smirking grins. They usually fell for the same reasons he did. For the thrill, the moment, the stress-relief. It had become so routine with women... and as he pondered his next night move, Naruto's loud mouth had intermingled with the picture, offering up a new plan. A man was certainly new, a new challenge. It would be... interesting.
He gathered everything he could of the chuunin. Umino Iruka. He was young, around twenty-three just by looks, a simple check-up had confirmed it in his records. He was one-hundred seventy-eight centimeters, sixty-six point two kilograms. Orphan. Favorite food, ramen. Least favorite food, maze-gohan. Hobby, going to the hot-springs. Yes, he was definitely something, Kakashi mused.
But not only that, Kakashi looked up from his perch in the trees and watched through the windows as Iruka moved around the room, directing his dutiful voice towards the rows of small children. At first glance, Iruka gave the impression of a sweet, caring guy, but that wasn't all that was to him. In a short time, Kakashi realized he had a sturdy, hard stance to show his dominance. He had a tough and stern voice he bellowed for the children's attention and cooperation. His eyes could turn steely, his expression and body posture, serious. He had a strong composure that made Kakashi grin sheepishly and raise a brow.
He liked it. The thought of his firm dominance battling against another. He wondered how the chuunin would fair beneath his sheets. Would he melt willing to his advances? Or would he fight back with male vigor of his own. It was an enticing thought, having his authority challenged in bed with a stern, new suiter. He almost couldn't wait.
It hadn't taken as long as Kakashi had thought to woo Iruka enough to the thought of inviting him to his home. In fact, it was as if Iruka were anticipating the move as well. He moved with a certain fluidity when they entered his home. His expressions remained blank, but Kakashi could read the other signs. He answered with his own. For each casual brush against his shoulder, Kakashi would answer with a casual contact, like a hand on his shoulder or elbow. For each pleasantly nice comment, Kakashi answered back with a thankful laugh, and an enticing smile.
Maybe Iruka suspected him. Perhaps he knew his motivation for coming around so suddenly. Maybe he was simply helping him to quickly get it out of his system without the embarrassment of an obvious bust. The look in his eyes was inviting, almost too inviting of someone who once resented him for the bond he developed with his former kids. It was a supressed thought, but Kakashi knew it was there on many occasions. Once he had even played off of it for his own amusement, then laid the hard truth on him. This Iruka definitely made his lips twitch.
And that was all it took. In the shrouded night-time darkness of Iruka's apartment, Kakashi had rushed him quickly. He approached him and smoothed his hands over areas he had anticipated to be sensitive of the man. Iruka melted and tipped his head up to him expectantly, his eyes half-lidded. Kakashi stared back with his one visible eye. He wouldn't kiss, he never did. The mask always stayed in place. Sex did not mean free advantages.
Iruka fought the urge to cling to him, Kakashi could tell by the strained veins showing in his fingers. But he certainly did not fight any urge to hiss and groan. He kept it quiet though, appreciative, but quiet as Kakashi dragged his palm up and down the inside of his thighs. He made sure to slide against the groove and brush against his groin. All the while, they stared. Kakashi yearned to know the interworkings of the mind behind those eyes, watching him so intensely.
As if sensing his musing, Iruka opened his mouth and husked out, "Kakashi..."
Kakashi's brows furrowed. "Hush," he urged in a breathless, seductive whisper. If they started to question now, everything would be lost. And Kakashi got what Kakashi wanted. Right now he wanted Umino Iruka.
But Iruka did not hush. He bit down on his bottom lip and snapped his eyes up to him. "What are you--"
Kakashi silenced him this time by pressing a finger to his lips and with a reprimanding sigh. He went on quickly.
Iruka was certainly very pleasing to the eye. He was tall, slender, and lean. He was filled-out nicely for a fit ninja. Pleasing cuts of muscle stood out in plains against his warm cinnamon-tan skin. Kakashi admired his body structure as it was revealed to him, peeling away the other's clothing. And then he quickly set to work touching that smooth, flesh. His chest, his sides, his arms. Anywhere that could be touched, he touched, and he touched in quite a few places that, evidently, had never been touched before. Iruka responded enthusiastically.
Somehow, they had managed to stumble over to the nearby bed before all the flimsy barriers of clothing were finally torn off. The bed was small, a cot made for only one it seemed. But basically there would only be 'one', Kakashi smiled shrewdly. He pressed the other man into the sheets, Iruka pushing up against him in husky breaths. He liked it... for a short time.
He had given a little thought to what this kind of sex felt like. Still, even if he had, it never measured up to the actual experience. Iruka bucked and tossed his head from side to side, seeing as how the bondage of his still seized hair wouldn't allow him to toss backwards. Kakashi hummed with delight, occasionally bending down to breathe roughly into the other's ear, telling him to relax, to calm down and enjoy it.
An elusive sort of pressure mounted almost immediately as Kakashi began to thrust, grasping the hard, tense thighs around him. They clenched and sent his spine rigged as though steel had been injected into him. A lusty growl rumbled in his throat. Iruka answered with a long, drawn-out moan. It started quickly, in a wave of heat that made Kakashi's eyes roll. With every tiny movement he made, another little surge of delight, hot delight, swept into his stomach, tightening the coil slowly forming in his gut, in his nerves and blood.
He tried not to look down, because Iruka was looking back up. And he did not want to see the expression calling to him in those liquid brown eyes. It was a look that made him quiver, a look of yearning, needing, admiring. It seemed Iruka had wanted this for himself. For only a moment he wanted to feel... loved, cherished maybe. Kakashi knew what that felt like sometimes.His slow rocking back and forth, syrupy and thick, had changed into a vicious thrusting. Iruka closed those begging eyes and cried out more feverently, throwing his head to the side, his fingers digging into the sheets. Kakashi was a little more pleased. His heart was fluttering. He bent down low and panted against the other's neck. The hot breath pouring from his lips spilled back against his lips from the obtrusion of the mask, causing his mouth to become hot and moist, dribbling with spittle. He forgot to swallow on more than one occasion from the building of pressure in his loins, too caught up in the rolling waves of pleasure overtaking them both.Iruka was strong. His stomach muscles clenched and fluttered, his thighs tightened, causing Kakashi to toss his head back and moan, his toes curling. He was actually very lustful in this light, caked by shadows, glistened by sweat, and weak in a sense of his yearning cries, like an animal in heat. Kakashi was aware that this man was causing a great deal of noise from himself as well. Normally he was quiet, the pleasure not enough to make him feel as though he needed to cry out or shatter from the inside out. This was interesting. Then, it was over as suddenly as it had begun. Kakashi gripped the sheets on either side of the other's head and groaned long and loud. His back arched, and his muscles spasmed as he felt himself explode. His loins erupted and that light, airy coolness washed over him in a frigid wave of delight. His vision swam briefly, then he looked down and noticed the twisted, panting exhaustion that had overtaken the other man with his orgasm. He laid breathing, his chest rising and falling madly, but he didn't look up. His eyes remained closed. For a long moment, they panted and struggled just to get their heartbeats under control. But then, Kakashi quickly unhooked their bodies and stood up. His muscles felt like wet paper as he moved. He was sure his knees would give out any second. It was strange. During the entire rut he had noticed every lustful grab Iruka made, every moan, every twist and turn, every brief glance had been so trusting... he didn't guard himself, he let all his chakra fall away except that used to make the thrusting that much more pleasurable. He had trusted him entirely. Kakashi glanced over his shoulder at the man.He had twisted himself underneath the covers and laid with his back facing him. Obviously he knew the jounin expected nothing more. It was over. He had had his moment of bliss and longing. It made it easy... but Kakashi still pined for something.The day after was always pretty interesting to Kakashi as well. It was intriguing to see if they exchanged knowing glances, or if they even reacted at all. Most of the women did, with coy winks, and satisfied smirks. It made Kakashi grin meekly and rub at the back of his neck in answering. But really he wished the act would remain dead in their sheets. However, Iruka didn't respond. The days went by as though nothing had happened. Iruka looked at him like on any other day. There was no trace of what had happened between them. Everything was normal. Kakashi knew that should have pleased him... but for some reason it didn't. This time he was more expecting. He was the one continuing the shrewd winks and satisfied smirks. Because he was interested, still far too interested.Perhaps they would get together again sometime, Kakashi smiled, watching Iruka through the classroom window.