Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Rebound ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Rebound

 

 

By Mija

 

 

Disclaimer~Nope still do NOT own Naruto and Company. Thank you Mija. Yup this chapter is short I apologize again, but its something right?

 

 

Chapter 9

 

 

 

Iruka woke up and hissed in pain. He was freaking SORE. And why was he on the floor in his living room. With a yawn and a wince he gently sat up and looked around with sleepy eyes. Yup. He was in his living room, on the cold floor to boot. He looked down at himself and found that although he had his clothes on, they were disheveled. His shirt was all twisted and riding up, his pants low on his hips and the zipper down. What the hell? Then it came back to him. His masked ANBU!. Iruka looked around and didn't see a single thing that would show that anyone but him had been there. He was gone. Iruka didn't have to stretch out his chackra to see if he was anywhere else in his small apartment to know he was not there.

 

Iruka let himself slump back onto the floor in his previous lying position as he groaned and put his arm over his eyes. Why do I keep doing this? Why do I keep allowing this to happen? Yes I am no stranger to one night stands, where I don't even know the mans name, but this? Hell I don't even know what he LOOKS like damn it! Iruka thought with frustration. Yes the man was one if not thee best lover Iruka had ever had. His aching body could profess to that. But why had he allowed it? Why did Iruka not just send the man away when he had appeared in the first place? Yes many could say that it might of been fear, a mere chuunin against a highly skilled Anbu, did not have a chance in winning against him if the Anbu decided to get physical. But Iruka knew, somehow, deep down, that his Anbu would not harm him like that. If Iruka had really wanted him to go, and had told him so then he was sure the Anbu would have left. So why did Iruka not send him away? Why had he allowed the man to screw him senseless? Ok that was not hard to think about. The man was good, he was sexy and something about him sent delicious thrills down Iruka's spine. Simply put. Iruka had WANTED to be taken by the masked man. Who in thier right mind wouldn't if they knew how good the sex was?

 

GAH! Enough! Iruka scolded himself and slowly started to get up off the floor. He did alot of small moaning and groaning, a few hisses as his body screamed at his movements. Oh yes, he may be sore but Iruka couldn't help but grin with pleasure, knowing exactly why he was sore and how good at had been to get so.

 

He made his way to the bathroom first to take a long hot bath, which served to ease his muscles a bit, so that he could at least walk right with not much pain. Then after a brief towel drying he walked to his bedroom in nothing but his naked flesh. He took his time going through his closet and picking out his clothes. It was Saturday and the school was out for the weekend, but he still had to work the mission desk later that night. But till then he was going to relax, do some erands and prepare for Naruto's return. He could not wait to see the blond again. He had missed him so. He would have to thank Kakashi again for letting him know that Naruto was coming back. He just hoped Naruto would stick around for a bit before he left again. He wanted to spend some time with the boy. Heh, Iruka thought. Naruto was no longer a boy now was he? It had been over two years now since he had left. Naruto would be sixteen now. In a ninja village that was no longer a child but a man, a ninja with deadly skills. He wondered what Naruto would look like now. Had he grown taller? Was he still loud and brash? He tried to picture Naruto older, but all that came to mind was the boy who had left here years ago. He couldn't wait to see him.

 

As Iruka smiled and dressed, thinking happy thoughts of Naruto, outside in a tree which he was concealed in, stood the masked man who had spent and incrediable night with his dolphin. He had left when the sun rose. He did not want to let his dolphin see any part of him and give away his identity. Yes his Anbu gear concealed him well, but there was just some things you could not hide from people, especially very smart and observant school teachers who would no doubt automaticly know who he had been sleeping with. But the masked man had been reluctant to leave. He had savored a few stolen moments to just gaze upon the sleeping mans face, admiring all the beauty that was Iruka. He loved the way Iruka looked as he slept, his hair down and tussled from thier heated bout of lovemaking, clothes all rumpled and askew. He had done his best to not wake Iruka up when he tried to fix his clothes better, so that Iruka would not wake up with his pants still clinging to one leg. It still boggled the mind how fast and heated things had gone. He had gotten Iruka's pants off, but a part of one leg had stubbornly held onto Iruka's ankle. So the masked man had dressed his Dophin with care and did not wake him up. Then with a few lingering looks at the marks his mouth had left upon the lucious tanned skin, he left.

 

But he hadn't been able to leave for long. After a quick shower, and change, he had come back and sat outside of Iruka's apartment. The tree where he was hidden it, allowed him to see directly into Iruka's living room and bedroom. He was glad that Iruka did not close the curtains much, but he knew that if he wanted to keep others from seeing what was his, he would have to find a way to make sure Iruka closed them from now on. After all if he could sit there happily watching the naked chuunin coming from the shower and getting dressed with liesure then so could others and he would not allow that. Iruka was his. And he would be damned if anyone else got to lay eyes on such masculine beauty. Yes Iruka was beautiful, but not in no way feminine. He was defintily all male. The muscles the moved and bunched with each move under that dark skin was breathtaking. His face was soft but definitly on the masculine side, the scar on his nose something that actually turned the masked man on to no end. If someone were to see Iruka in all his naked glory they would see his very fit and well trained body, they would see lean muscle and masculine curves. But they would also see the flaws upon all that glorious brown skin. It spoke of a man who was no stranger to combat, to injuries. His body had scars scattered here and there, blending in with his skin but not exactly matching the tone exactly. As with the scar upon his face, the masked man found every scar upon Iruka's body enticing and sexy. It only served to prove that Iruka was no fragile thing that would break easily, it spoke of a warrior, a man who could inflict pain and recieve it and survive. This only added to his belief that Iruka was defenitly the man for him. He wanted an equal in bed and mind yes, but he also wanted an equal in prowess, skill as a ninja. And Iruka was definitly that. He may still be only a chuunin, but he was a strong one who taught the villages next generation of shinobi. You had to be good to survive training alot of pre ninja's with sharp objects and jutsus. Not to mention still run missions that all chuunin ran, as well as put up with higher ranked ninja in the mission room.

 

Yes Iruka was respected in the mission room. Like with his students, he did not allow you to slack off and turn in shoddy work. Your reports had to be done right and well if you wanted to turn it in. If not Iruka would hand it back to you and tell you to do it over again, and untill he was satisfied with the work, he would not assign any new mission to said person. This often pissed off alot of the shinobi and a few had challenged his right to speak to higher ranking ninja like that. But Iruka had never shown fear, he had never wavered and he had never caved. The masked one had even heard Iruka politly tell them if they had a problem with it then he could be found at the training grounds after his shift. Which proved that he did not fear to tangle with men and women more experienced than he in battle. As far as he knew, only one jonin had ever taken Iruka up on that challenge. It was said that although both sported some rather nasty cuts and bruises, Iruka had earned the mans respect. No one bothered to challenge him anymore. They did as they were told, and did thier work as it should be done.

 

The masked man pondered and thought of how complex Iruka was. There was so many facets to his personality that sometimes you had to wonder which was the real Iruka. But then if you knew Iruka and watched him, you would figure out quickly enough that all of them were the real Iruka. Those who didn't know him saw him only as a docile academy teacher that taught young children, seemingly forgetting that these children were being taught how to be ninja, killing machines that would grow up and defend thier village. Others saw a prankster, as he once was when he was but a genin himself. Others yet saw a nieve innocent man who blushed easily. Yes Iruka blushed, but he was no innocent and far from nieve. Then others saw his temper, which was a sight that could scare or inspire awe, just depended on who, you asked and who was on the recieving end of said anger. Then there was the caring forgiving side that made his students adore him, made others think that he was not such a strong ninja. They would be wrong. Iruka would kill without regret or haste if need be, but it did not mean that he could not care for those he considered precious to him. And one day, the masked man mused, he would be considered one of the few Iruka considered precious. This he vowed. Iruka was already precious to him, now only to get the man to return those feelings and the Anbu would be one very happy ninja.

 

 

 

 

A/N~Okies heres the next chapter, ya its pretty much a filler one, but I wanted to put a bit more insight into Iruka's charactor, and what the Anbu thought of him. I hope you like it and I hope to have another chapter up soon. Again no garuntees but while my muse is still with this fic, then so shall I be. Hope she decides to stick around for a bit. Till then be happy safe and good, huggles and smiles Mija..:-)