Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Untitled IruKaka Smutfic ❯ Bath House Stranger(s) ( Chapter 1 )

Untitled IruKaka Smutfic

 

 

Chapter 1: Bath House Stranger(s)

 

He had returned from a long, tiring mission to find that due to the un-expected pro-longing of said mission, his (un-)kind landlord had shut off the electricity to his apartment. Again. It didn't matter how many times Kakashi had explained to the old man about the perilous and, most importantly, highly irregular life a ninja of his rank led, the old geezer always turned a deaf ear onto his arguments stating that “empty apartments needed no heating.”

 

`But he's still willing to charge rent just the same. Penny-pinching old bastard,' he thought moodily as he sighed irritably.

 

This would normally not pose too much of a problem, his apartment being small also meant that it heated up quickly, however his water heater ran on electricity, leaving him with no hot shower and a generally unpleasant smell wafting from him. He sincerely regretted his decision to buy the blasted heater now. He'd had the intention of avoiding cold showers in the future caused by the neighbours' teenage daughters tendencies to take long, luxurious showers and thus hogging all of the apartment building's hot water supply. How he longed for one now… A shower, that is. Not a shrill-voiced brat.

 

He didn't consider NOT taking a shower. His uniform clinging to his fit body like a second, disgusting skin had pushed his priorities of returning to Konoha due to the mission down a notch or five, letting a shower, or even better, a bath, take its place.

 

`A bath...? Now there's an idea,' he mused, plucking soap, shampoo and a towel into a plastic bucket lying on top of a change of clean clothes, before stepping out of the bathroom directly to the front door to tug his sandals back on. He left his vest hanging from a hook in the miniscule hall, frowning at the droplets of foul-smelling sludge dripping onto the floor.

 

Reluctantly leaving the task of cleaning it up until later, he stepped outside to attend to the more pressing matter of cleaning himself. He hoped there wouldn't be too many people at the public bathhouse.

 

 

- - -

 

 

The bathhouse was mercifully empty of bathers, the late hour probably being the main contributor to that fact. While Kakashi hated to show his face in public, he fancied even less the idea of removing his mask in front of a gaggle of non-ninjas who thought they knew how to peek stealthily. He let out a relaxed sigh as he sat on the plastic stool underneath the hot spray, feeling the grime and muck being rinsed off of him.

 

He had just started to lather up his washcloth with soap for a second wash-down, when he was startled to hear the door open and the sound of someone entering the room. He could not distinguish who the other bather was due to the thick mist that filled the entire room, rising from the nearby pool of hot water, but the vague hint of a controlled aura signalled him of a fellow ninja. His impregnated instincts had caused him to automatically lower his presence, though now he let it flicker faintly in a form of greeting to alert the other man that he had company.

 

The newly arrived bather stopped for a moment, and then approached him through the mist without straying, following the direction of the jounin's aura like one would follow a lantern in a pitch-dark night. Kakashi was slightly irritated over the fact that the guy had not taken the opportunity to choose a shower further away, now that they had the bath all to themselves. The annoyance beat a hasty retreat, however, as his gaze was met with a set of tanned, scar-patterned abs and, as he forced his eyes past a set of delectable nipples, a pair of tired yet warm brown eyes framed by a mass of dark hair.

 

“Good evening, I hope you don't mind me sitting next to you?” the unknown man asked with a small bow that caused the short towel tied at his waist to flutter.

 

“Uh, not at all, please do…” he replied. Kakashi was slightly amazed that he'd managed to stop gawking long enough to answer the man. He did not stare as the tanned stud pulled out a plastic stool from underneath the showerhead, and he did most certainly not notice that he man's rear was as… appealing, as his front. He placed his washcloth hastily across his lap as he realized that his “little ninja” was not fooled by his mind's mantra, and had happily enjoyed the sight of the short towel riding up those strong, muscular legs, stretching across the curve of…

 

`Get a grip!' he thought, furious with himself. `Despite of what the rest of the village thinks, you are not an animal. A pervert, yes, animalistic savage, no.'

 

Intent on killing the inventor of the sex-drive as soon as the opportunity presented itself, he thought frantically of a way to distract the man from discovering his awakened mini-nin.

 

“I didn't expect company so late,” he said finally, forcing himself not to glance over at the sexy ninja's muscular torso that was now being sprayed with hot water, adding more steam to the room.

 

“Ah, yes well, I work part-time at the mission desk and we had quite a lot of paperwork to catch up on, so…” he shrugged. “What about you? I can't recall having seen you here before.”

 

“There was a power outage at my block, normally I'd shower at home, but…” he did not know what to say next. He hoped that his handsome companion would let the conversation die out, doing his best to ignore his libido's angry protests.

 

“Would you like me to wash your back?” the dark-haired stranger asked without warning. Kakashi, thinking that he had misheard the man had snapped his gaze towards him. A fatal mistake, since the previously handsome ninja was now a dripping wet, gorgeous hunk.

 

“Ngh…” he managed, cursing himself for having stared at the droplets of water that rolled down the delectable chest and then down the ripples of the tanned abs. The other man smiled, taking his pathetic reply for a yes. The expression caused the scar running across the bridge of the other ninja's nose to wrinkle slightly, and Kakashi wondered faintly where he had seen it before, the familiarity of it like an itch at the back of his mind.

 

The dark-haired ninja stood up and placed his stool behind the jounin before re-seating himself. Kakashi had to struggle to keep his breathing normal as two of the sexiest legs he had ever seen stretched out alongside his, the inside of the tanned ninja's knees brushing against his outer thighs.

 

“Hand me your wash cloth then, please,” the man requested, one hand on the light-haired nin's back and the other brushing across a pale hip on its way towards the damp fabric laying across Kakashi's lap. Before the jounin had time to pull himself together, the gorgeous ninja had gotten a hold of the washcloth and was now putting the scarecrow's manhood through what he referred to as torture, by pulling the wet cloth across his sensitive member, going far slower than necessarily in his opinion.

 

“Nhku…” Kakashi gasped as the torment finally ended.

 

“I beg your pardon?” the man behind him enquired, seemingly obvious to what he had put the jounin through not one moment ago.

 

“Erm, nothing,” the grey-haired ninja mumbled, releasing a sigh of relief, mentally preparing to calm himself down. He began a mantra of generally un-sexy matters, concentrating hard on not paying attention to the warm hands on his back, washing his back in firm circles. The sexy stranger was not making things any easier though, for he kept asking him whether he rubbed him hard enough and where the jounin would like him to go next, all in a husky voice that seemed to resonate between Kakashi's legs.

 

“Oh dear,” the tanned ninja said suddenly. Kakashi did not dare to reply, uncertain if he could manage coherent speech. He tilted his head slightly instead, to indicate that he was listening. “I seem to have run out of soap.”

 

Kakashi blinked. It was such an abrupt change of tone and topic that some blood actually managed to find its way back up to the larger of his brains, but to no avail. He felt a breath of air on the back of his neck, and then a chest connected with his back as two tanned arms reached around him towards the bar of soap in front of him, then he felt them stiffen.

 

He neither gasped nor flinched, realising what it was that the other man had discovered. He merely waited for a reaction and did his damndest to ignore the warm puffs of the other's breath teasing the skin of his neck.

 

“Nice,” the dark-haired ninja mumbled appreciatively, then continued slightly louder, “much nicer than I expected.”

 

Kakashi blinked again, twice this time. He craned his neck to look at the smiling face with the scar wrinkling as before, a half-disbelieving and half-hopeful look on his face.

 

The tanned ninja chuckled at the older of the two.

 

“Am I coming on too strong?” he asked, his brown eyes glittering with mischief, and without waiting for an answer his hands abandoned the washcloth and ran up the jounin's pale thighs until they reached the stiff member between them. “You're so hard already? I've hardly done anything.”

 

Kakashi muttered something about the other man being a terrible tease even as he spread his legs wider and received another husky chuckle in return.

 

The jounin's gasps echoed along the walls as skilled fingers teased and stroked his burning length. He did not know when it had happened, but he found himself leaning back comfortably against the other's chest, letting the tanned nin have his way with him.

 

Kakashi looked down at the hands toying with his cock, the erotic sight causing a light flush to spread all over his body. The right hand was pulling the foreskin back and forth, alternately swirling the index finger across the tiny slit, smearing the pre-cum over the head. The left hand was examining his balls, pulling gently at the sensitive spheres and occasionally rubbing across that sensitive spot right behind them, causing him to virtually whimper in abandon. He was completely unprepared for it when the ministrations suddenly ceased, and he whined accusingly at the other ninja.

 

“You can't do tha-.. Why did you stop?!” he asked accusatorily, the orgasm practically fading away in front of his eyes.

 

“I have no intention of stopping,” his companion said against his neck causing the grey-haired nin to shiver despite his annoyance, “I need you so bad, I want to be inside of you…”

 

Kakashi considered this for all of two seconds; he'd had sex with men a handful of times in the past but never as a bottom, pride having prevented that form of submission. He was on the verge of declining when the mouth that had been placing wet, hot kisses along his neck suddenly clamped down on it, seemingly determined to turn the jounin into a pile of whimpering mush. A finger that had slipped further below his balls and was now teasingly rubbing his tight entrance caused his cock to tremble and take over his thinking process fully.

 

“Get on your knees,” the other man panted against his abused neck. Kakashi complied with the not-quite request and felt a surge of excitement as he rubbed against something stiff behind him. The low moan that accompanied the accidental touch heated up his loins even more and caused his entrance to twitch. His libido didn't seem to regard his lack of experience a hindrance.

 

`When did my body become so slutty?' he wondered faintly as he braced himself on his elbows, praying silently that the brown-haired nin would hurry up lest he was afraid that he'd start begging him to do something, anything!

 

He let out a slight gasp as the teasing finger returned to his ass, stroking the tight muscle a few times before pressing inside. Another soon joined the first finger, the tanned man kissed his lower back and stroked his balls in order to distract him from the sensation of having his opening stretched. He gasped yet again, louder this time, as he felt the wet, soft tongue lick a path down the valley of his ass cheeks until it reached the stretched muscle. Whimpers echoed along the moist walls of the bathhouse, he realised hazily that he was the cause of them but forgot to worry about it as the hungry tongue thrusted once more into his opening.

 

Kakashi was glad that he was already on his knees, for his limbs seemed to have turned to jelly from the combined onslaught of that lecherous tongue and the deft fingers toying with his balls. He bit his lip to keep himself from protesting as the dark-haired man suddenly withdrew, and then he shivered as a low groan issued from behind him. He turned his head to see what the other man was up to and almost wished he hadn't, for the sight of those tanned hands stroking lube on to that large, hard cock, along with the scarred features twisted in pleasure, caused the jounin's own dick to harden almost to the brink of pain.

 

Dark brown eyes met his mismatched ones, and without a word uttered between them he let his companion know that he was more than ready for him. He turned away his head again and tried to take deep breaths as the thick head of the other man's cock nudged against his opening, pressing gently but surely until the muscle gave in to it. He bit his knuckle as the hardness kept sliding into him, seemingly endless.

 

“You ok?”

 

The strain shone through the concerned words, making it clear that the dark-haired ninja was struggling not to ram into him. Kakashi took a few deep breaths before nodding, not quite trusting his voice.

 

“I'll go slow,” the other man mumbled as he withdrew an inch or two before pushing the length back in, gasping as he did. The grey-haired ninja kept concentrating on his breathing, trying to stay relaxed as the cock slid in and out of him. After about a minute of this slow rhythm Kakashi shifted his hips, trying to align them so that the other man's manhood would stroke his prostrate.

 

He cried out in surprise as a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through his body, and the tanned nin groaned huskily in reply as the jounin's body reflexively tightened around his dick. The tanned man's hands tightened their grip on Kakashi's pale hips and initiated a faster pace, going deeper inside of the jounin than before. Kakashi tried to keep his voice down as much as possible, but hard thrusts against his prostrate made it nigh impossible to be quiet, jounin or not. It didn't help that the other man was moaning harshly, grunting about how good he felt.

 

“Stroke yourself,” the dark-haired man said in a low almost-growl. Kakashi didn't need to be told twice and reached between his legs to stroke his weeping member. The grey-haired jounin's moans turned to whimpers as he was fucked even harder, his cock slick with precum slid in and out of his tight fist in time with the other ninja's thrusts.

 

“I… I think I'm…” was all he managed to say before crying out as his dick jerked and shot it's seed onto the tiled bathhouse floor. His body shuddered almost violently as his release continued to echo throughout his lean frame, and after a couple more thrusts he felt the other man reach his climax as well. He whimpered slightly as he felt the dick twitch inside him, releasing its load and marking the jounin.

 

“Mmnnhh… That was so good…” the tanned nin mumbled against Kakashi's back, embracing the pale jounin's torso as the two enjoyed the aftermath of their orgasms.

 

Though the afterglow was still causing his body and mind to feel pleasantly fuzzy, he could also sense a dull pain throbbing in his backside. Kakashi sat back up after the other ninja had pulled out of him and felt some semen trickle out of his asshole. He frowned and was about to reach out for the shower hose to rinse himself off again when the other ninja stopped him with a gentle touch to his arm.

 

“Wait, let me…” he said, and without further explanation Kakashi was gently pushed back on all fours, wondering what the other man was going to do. As pleasurable as their coupling had been he didn't think he had enough stamina for another round, what with just having returned from a mission. His thoughts were interrupted as, once again, the tanned ninja's tongue was licking the muscle protecting his opening. He sighed in pleasure as his ass was given a thorough tongue bath, and he gasped slightly as a pair of lips clamped themselves around the hole and sucked out the remaining semen.

 

After the dark-haired man had deemed him clean enough Kakashi leaned back once more, his smile mirrored on the other man's face. The jounin turned to face the other nin fully and crawled close enough to give him a deep kiss, tasting the other man's cum as their tongues slid against each other.

 

“That was… very nice,” Kakashi said, still smiling.

”I'm glad you liked it,” the other man replied, grinning mischievously and causing the scar across his nose to wrinkle adorably again.

 

`”Adorably”? Where'd that come from?' Kakashi wondered fleetingly, not finding the concentration to care as much as he would've under normal circumstances.

 

“You rinse off and go out first,” the tanned man mumbled against the jounin's neck.

 

“…Will I see you again?” Kakashi asked before he could stop himself. `Whoa! When did I become such a girl!?'

 

The other ninja raised an eyebrow, again Kakashi's mind was itching with recognition, then said:

 

“Sooner than you think, Kakashi-sensei.”

 

He then winked and grinned at the jounin again, got up and walked over to the stool where his shampoo waited for him. Kakashi was intrigued by this statement, but as he felt the return of the fatigue he'd felt as he entered the village an hour earlier return with a vengeance, he decided not to pursue the matter. He rinsed off with a nearby showerhead and walked to the changing room, wondering when he'd see the sexy brunette again.

 

 

- - -

 

 

On his way home he continued to wonder about the attractive ninja he'd just met. He just knew he'd met him before, but when and where? Annoyed with his mind's lack of organization all the way back to his apartment, he decided that he'd sleep on it. As he stepped through the door to his flat he was met with a foul smell and remembered that his vest and uniform were still covered in the stinky swamp-goo.

 

Before loading them into the washing machine he emptied all of the pockets, but as he came across a particular scroll he went cold. He'd forgotten to turn in the mission report in his haste to get cleaned up. He contemplated it for a while before placing it on the pile of other scrolls and weapons that he'd removed from his clothes.

 

`It'll just be one day late, I wonder if he'll buy the excuse of being fucked on the way to the mission de-`

 

And there it was, it had stared him in the face the entire time.

 

“Ah, yes well, I work part-time at the mission desk and we had quite a lot of paperwork to catch up on, so…”

 

Kakashi's whole body went slack, he barely noticed the kunai that had slid through his limp fingers and almost stabbed his foot.

 

“Oh… my… God…”

 

 

 

 

TBC?

 

 

Author's notes: Right, so, this is the first piece of smut that I've written in a looong time. I felt a bit rusty all the way through, but it turned out ok, I hope. I know I cut some corners, like with Kakashi's dirty uniform and such but… he had a spare change with him to the bathhouse, ok!? >w>;;

 

I've never described felching before, and it's not that common in fanfiction… Actually, I don't think I've EVER read a fic with a felch-scene in it, I hope it didn't put too many people off. ^^; For those who don't know, felching = to suck out semen from the ass (or vagina).