Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Iruka's obsession ❯ Part 8 ( Chapter 8 )

Part 8

 

“Kakashi sensei,” Iruka said, fighting the urge to stand up as the jounin - his jounin-- walked into the mission room.

 

“Iruka.” The silver haired ninja nodded as if in recognition, then looked around at the mostly empty mission room. Luckily for Iruka, that day's mission desk duty had been divided between him and Shikamaru, and that boy wasn't interested in anything that didn't float in the sky.

 

“I came in to hand in my mission report,” Kakashi said, handing Iruka a report which was written in neat handwriting on yellowing paper.

 

“I'll…uh…have to go over this before I file it,” Iruka said a little hesitantly. He wasn't sure if Kakashi had come to see him specifically or to just hand in his report, which also had to be done at the mission room. While they might have kissed the previous night, Iruka was old enough to know it was not a declaration of lifelong commitment to each other. There was only one way to confirm it. “Shikamaru,” he called over as casually as possible. “Any more reports to be processed?”

 

“No, I'm done, Iruka-sensei,” the younger chuunin said distractedly, looking out the window longingly.

 

“Then, why don't you leave,” Iruka said making it sound like a generous offer. “If anyone else comes in, I'll just deal with them. I only have Kakashi-sensei's report to process, and then we're done for the day.”

 

“Is that all right?” the boy asked, unconvinced, his eyes still fixed on the clouds outside. The boy might be a genius, but he was still the same lazy student who tried to get away with doing the least amount of work.

 

“It's a good day for cloud watching,” Iruka said kindly and smiled as the boy walked out with a grateful smile. There, he'd gotten rid of the third wheel. Now he had to behave professionally and go through the report page by page. Then he had to tally up the accounts with the stated expenses and then… “We're alone now,” he blurted out.

 

Kakashi looked at Iruka from his place in front of the desk as if Iruka had declared he was going to wear dresses from that day forward. So, maybe he wasn't being clear enough, or Kakashi was being extremely dense or just not interested.

 

“In case you want to kiss me or anything,” Iruka said then blushed as he realized just what he had blurted out. By then he wanted to run out of the room, or just hide behind a stack of files until the Copy-nin was gone. He couldn't believe he had said something so…so…outrageous.

 

He picked up the report and decided to put it in with the rest of the reports that needed to be processed tomorrow. It was Raidou's shift at the mission desk the following day, and he could do it as easily as any idiot could. There was no way Iruka was collected enough to do something like that after the blunder he had made. He pushed back his chair, picked up the report and walked over to the stack on the desk behind him.

 

He did not hear any movement behind him, but suddenly he was pinned from behind and his hitai-ate was pushed over his eyes. Then he was spun around forcibly and firm lips pressed against his own. Taken by surprise, Iruka gasped, which gave Kakashi room to thrust his tongue into him. Their tongues grappled while their hands explored freely - more freely than they had the previous night.

 

Iruka, being slightly shorter than Kakashi, had to raise himself a bit, and this gave Kakashi room to insert a leg between his own. His member was hard immediately; there was no in-between process as Iruka groaned and rubbed himself against the Copy-nin's hard thigh.

 

Kakashi broke up the kiss suddenly, though, then drew back. Confused Iruka gasped for air as the other man pushed up his hitai-ate and moved back a little. “What…”

 

“Someone's coming,” Kakashi said with a shrug, and Iruka noted with some annoyance that the Copy-nin had bothered to pull up his mask before pushing up Iruka's forehead protector.

 

Iruka took in a shaky breath and moved a little unsteadily towards the mission desk as the door swung open and Kiba walked in. “Iruka-sensei,” he said, as Akamaru poked his head out of his jacket and barked a greeting. “Just dropping off a list of meds sis needs for her practice. Think you can give this to Tsunade-sama when she comes to office?”

 

Iruka smiled automatically as he took it. “You should have handed this in earlier as you were supposed to, Kiba,” he said in his sensei voice. “You know better than to play with Akamaru when you're running errands.”

 

“We were training,” Kiba said a little defensively and then smiled. “Don't tell sis I brought it in late, sensei, please.”

 

“Just this once,” Iruka agreed, as he put the medical supplies request with the rest of the documents to be handed over to the Hokage then looked around towards where Kakashi was supposed to have been.

 

To his surprise, Kakashi was till there, leaning against the wall and reading his Icha-Icha paradise. He looked up as Kiba left and gave a shrug which could have meant anything from annoying dog boy to interesting paragraph.

 

“I have to go as well, sensei. Have a few things to get ready before my mission for the research division.” He closed his book and slipped it into his pocket after marking the place he'd been reading with a piece of a leaf torn off a potted plant close by. “I'll see you around then.”

 

Then he walked up to the door, opened it, walked out and closed it behind him.

 

Iruka stood there with his face split in a wide grin. It had not been an official declaration, but Kakashi had said he was going before leaving, and he had said why he was leaving. He had also walked out of the room instead going off in a puff of air and he had, most importantly said, see you around.

 

So, all he had to do was see Kakashi again, he decided.

 

Iruka had been a late bloomer. He had enjoyed playing pranks and a good laugh with his friends but had seen very little fun in chasing after girls. He still didn't, but he now knew the reason why. Perhaps it also had something to with losing his parents at an age where most children were hitting puberty and with having Mizuki as his best friend.

 

Then he'd become an Academy teacher and had to become respectable, so he'd never had much time to do what teenagers did. That is, if you assume teenagers in a hidden village did such things, since they were trained as killers from a very young age. He wondered if this was how it felt to be a teenager. At least he was enjoying himself.

 

He ran into Kakashi two days later as he was going home after work. They had ramen at Ichiraku then kissed and groped like sixteen year olds in an alleyway before going their separate ways.

 

It was spontaneous. Iruka never did spontaneous. He liked things in order--like his lesson plans. Having Kakashi around was like having the perfect lesson plan and ending up with a class of fifty Konohamarus.

 

Iruka knew from experience that good things never lasted long, but he was willing to forget this fact in the hope that he could delay the inevitable. As Anko had stated in the mission room, Kakashi got around. So maybe he would lose interest in Iruka and move away. Or maybe, he would just find someone else, which amounted to the same thing. As a lowly chuunin, Iruka did not think highly of his chances of keeping the infamous Copy-nin for himself, but he was going to enjoy what time he had.

 

Their relationship was erratic. There would be times when Kakashi was nowhere to be found for up to two days, then he would be there on Iruka's class windowsill, book in hand, asking how Iruka was. They did not as much as kiss sometimes before Kakashi would hop off, but his appearances left Iruka feeling warm all over.

 

Perhaps that was how things were, he thought, before everything came crashing down.

 

It was an early Saturday morning, and Iruka was brushing up his skills in the school dojo. To give himself some privacy, he had locked the door, though he knew most students wouldn't come to school on a Saturday unless forced by dire circumstances. He stripped, changed into the training clothes, which were comprised of his forehead protector, long-sleeved black top and black pants [1]. Leaving aside all his weapons, he tackled the stump which served as a sparring partner. He started off easy on the smoothly polished stump then worked his way through the spiked stumps, one by one. By the time he had reached the end, his hands and feet were bleeding slightly, and he was covered in a light sheen of sweat.

 

Iruka gave a scowl of dissatisfaction. While he did not have the dedication of Lee, he did have to shape up more. Taking off his sandals, he got ready for the next stage of practice. He called up the rest of the sparring stumps - the ones with metal hooks and spikes that moved in a random order while being fixed to the log itself.

 

He started off with a simple move, kick, block, jump…then graduated to more complex moves. He spun, kicked, moved back, then attacked. He concentrated on not hitting the same place twice, working his way up the log then down systematically. Suddenly, as he jumped up, one of the spikes he had assumed was still shifted towards where his foot was going to be. Iruka reacted instantly, propelled himself back and over into an awkward landing on his back on the hard mat. He lay there looking at the ceiling, panting hard as the room was filled with the soft hum of the machinery that animated the sparring blocks. He gave one last sigh and let his head fall to the side and shifted his legs together.

 

Then he slowly looked up again. Sitting on one of the railings from the spectator stand was Hatake Kakashi, watching him intently. His hands were empty of his ever-present book, and the look in his eye made Iruka pause for breath.

 

He stood up carefully and turned fully until he was facing Kakashi. He had not seen the elusive Copy-nin in three days, apart from a brief glimpse out of the window of his classroom, and he had been missing the man very much. Kakashi looked the same, his hair in disarray, his face covered, but despite all that, Iruka could sense that something was different. If he were to describe it, he would call it hungry.

 

Kakashi did not move as Iruka walked until he was standing directly below the jounin, and then he deliberately looked up. Slowly, he brought his hands up, undid his forehead protector, saturated with sweat, and just as slowly tied it over his eyes. Then he waited.

 

He did not have to wait long. The other ninja tackled him to the floor, rolling on top of him even as his lips closed over Iruka's. Calloused hands pushed up his long-sleeved shirt, damp with sweat, while the other wound around his waist, lifting him closer. Iruka gasped at the sensation of having a weight on top of him pinning him down while eager hands pulled him up. He kissed back enthusiastically, his hands roaming over Kakashi's back. With a sound of impatience, he caught the open sides of the flak jacket and pushed it aside, breaking free of the kiss. “Take it off,” Iruka said in a voice he did not recognize himself.

 

Kakashi moved back so he was straddling Iruka, his legs on either side of him as he did something - probably to take off his flak jacket as requested, since Iruka could hear the heavy cloth hit the ground. It was followed by three pings as something metallic joined it on the floor mat -Iruka wondered idly if it was the jounins' gloves or forehead protector…maybe both.

 

He made an impatient gesture, holding out his hand towards his …partner and Kakashi complied by pressing his body against Iruka, again. This time, he was only clothed in the long-sleeved shirt that all ninjas wore and his pants. Iruka shifted his hips upwards and was rewarded with a groan as their groins met. He lifted his hands, felt Kakashi's face lightly but moved on, not wanting to break the moment. His lips fastened on Kakashi's neck, pushing aside the mask pooled there impatiently while his hands sank into the hair. Kakashi's hair was both strong and silky. It had to be to, be able to stand up by itself. Iruka wondered what Kakashi looked like the first thing in the morning when his hair was in disarray but pushed aside the thought to enjoy the moment.

 

Kakashi was gently working his way down Iruka's neck. He lifted one of Iruka's hands gently by the wrist, and Iruka felt a warm tongue on his fingers. It sent shivers down his spine, especially when he realized Kakashi was licking away the blood on his knuckles.[2] When they kissed again, Iruka could taste the metallic taste of blood mixed with the normal Kakashi taste of coffee. He cringed mentally at how he must smell, sweaty and bloody, while Kakashi as usual smelled clean and fresh, but the thought escaped his mind as the kiss broke off and Kakashi nibbled his lower lip.

 

Iruka was no stranger to blood, having been a ninja for quite some time. The taste excited him and made him achingly hard. He reached up, hooked a hand around Kakashi and pulled him down, wanting more. He felt the snick of a blade, and his shirt was suddenly open in the front. He shrugged off the offending material as Kakashi continued with his ministrations. Iruka gasped as his neck was sucked and then those talented lips continued down. They stopped at his shoulder to gently lick the place where the neck met the shoulder before moving down to his nipples. They were bitten and sucked in maddeningly alternating cycles as a hand moved in to cup his butt.

 

Iruka gave in, touching Kakashi's body with his hands. It was slender and well-muscled; while the under vest was annoying, it was body hugging, so he could tell exactly what it was covering. He reached the waist band of Kakashi's trousers, pulled up the vest and slid a hand underneath. He felt Kakashi's abs carefully before pushing his hand further up.

 

One of Kakashi's nipples was pushed to one side by an old ridged scar, and his ribs had surgery scars on them. But the skin on his back was smooth and soft, and Iruka found it fascinating. He wanted to see it badly; was it creamy or tanned? He arched upwards again as Kakashi thrust in tongue into Iruka's navel and then continued to lap downwards. Then he reached Iruka's trousers and pulled at the drawstring holding them up.

 

Iruka stiffened a little then tried to relax but Kakashi had been a ninja for far too long. He stopped, sliding his hand back up as he leaned over Iruka. “Anything the matter, sensei?”

 

“No,” Iruka gasped out breathlessly.

 

“Done this before?”

 

That deserved a frank answer. “No.”

 

“Oh.” Iruka was sure Kakashi was going to push off him and move off. Instead, Kakashi slid his hand down slowly.

 

“No need to do everything all at once then.” the Copy-nin purred. “We'll just take things slowly.” He undid the drawstring of his trousers then removed one of his hands.

 

Iruka had to lick his lips before he could speak. ”What?” He could hear the rustle of clothes that were not his own; so the Copy-nin's other hand was occupied.

 

“Ever given a hand job?” Kakashi sounded slightly amused as he used his hand to push down Iruka's trousers and his underwear. Then very gently, he fingered Iruka's erection.

 

Iruka gasped at the sensation, tried to move away while humping Kakashi's hand. Then embarrassed by his reaction, he buried his face in Kakashi's chest, face burning.

 

Kakashi did not let go of Iruka's penis. Instead, there was an unusual feeling - of something Iruka had not experienced before as if something was placed carefully aligned with his erection…

 

“Give me your hand, sensei,” Kakashi instructed carefully.

 

Iruka held out a hand and it was wrapped around both their erections, held together in Kakashi's fist. Oh…god…he gasped at the sensation….as Kakashi moved their hands together while gripping their erections. Iruka's toes curled and his mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure.

 

“Oh…Ka…kashi,” Iruka breathed.

 

“Not bad…yourself, sensei.” The usually unflappable voice sounded breathless and unsteady.

 

Iruka was lost in the sensations, unable to respond as it all built up inside him. He could feel Kakashi's body heat as he lay on top of Iruka, their hands moving faster and faster.

 

Oh…god…Iruka was sure he screamed as he came; the feeling was so different from what he usually experienced when he jerked off. It was so overwhelming, he felt as if a something had exploded in his head. He felt their cum mingle and fall on his stomach. It was stunning.

 

He lay on the floor panting as Kakashi rolled over him. He felt his body being wiped with a cloth, probably his training shirt or what remained of it. Then he heard Kakashi get dressed, push up Iruka's forehead protector off his eyes and then get off the floor.

 

“That was fun, Iruka,” Kakashi said softly as he stood over him, and Iruka stopped breathing. That was the first time he had been called by his given name in such a tone, and he felt oddly happy.

 

“I'm…sorry,” Iruka said, getting to his feet unsteadily and pushing back his hair that hung half out of his pony tail. His trousers started to descend lower so he pulled them up, blushing “I …should have…” gone all the way.

 

“I'll see you again,” Kakashi told him with a wave of his hand to dismiss the apology while he slipped on his gloves. “Don't fret, sensei.”

 

“I like it better when you call me Iruka,” Iruka told him with a blush, as he picked up the remains of his clothing and tightened his drawstring.

 

“So…” said Kakashi as if unsure what to say and Iruka decided to save him.

 

“I'm going to meet Naruto today,” he said. “He's coming to Konoha for a brief visit, so I offered to treat him to ramen today. He might sleep over—he usually does when he drops in.”

 

Kakashi nodded. “See you then, Iruka. I have to pick up a few things from the research department…”

 

“I'll see you soon,” Iruka wondered if it was required of him to give a good-bye kiss.

 

Then thankfully, Kakashi boosted off the floor onto the exit ramp, and Iruka was left alone, holding his ruined shirt. He gripped it harder and decided to have a shower before getting dressed. His knees still felt shaky, and it was as if he was living in a dream.

 

Little did Iruka know that he was in for a rude awakening that night.

 

[1] Naruto episode 1. Iruka is in bed wearing such clothing and I was wondering just why does need to wear his hitai-ate in bed. Just wondering

 

[2] No, they don't have to worry about AIDS :)