Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Fox Phobia - Summer Yaoi #1 ❯ One-Shot

COMECHATCHA: Welcome to the first piece of Comechatcha and Rei’s summer yaoi festival. Rei-chan unfortunately isn’t here for the author notes of this one, so I’ll be flying solo for now. As for the festival, we were sitting in our hometown Starbucks one evening when the idea to write as many yaoi PWPs as possible in a single season. And so, though a sophisticated system of character pairing (we wrote the names of bishonen on little slips of paper and drew them out of a hat), we managed to create over fifty pairings, the overwhelming majority being crossover pairings. We hope you enjoy them!

Disclaimer: We don’t own anything but the smut, so there.

“Fox Phobia”

Youko Kurama/Iruka

Iruka had never seen the man in Konoha before, but there he was, sitting next to the loudest of his former students at the ramen shop and quietly lending an ear to the blonde’s ranting. He was thin, almost delicate looking, and blood red hair cascaded down his back, nearly to his waist. If it weren’t for the occasional comment made in a clearly masculine voice, Iruka would have almost mistaken him for a girl.

“Iruka-sensei, come and meet my new friend!” Naruto called, spinning his stool to face the teacher. His companion did likewise and Iruka nearly forgot to breath.

The face that was framed by red locks was flawless. Emerald green eyes stared at him from under a fringe of hair, intelligent and wise and, if he wasn’t mistaken, playful. Perfectly formed lips opened. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Iruka-san. My name is Kurama. Naruto-kun was just telling me about you.”

“Nothing bad I hope,” Iruka said, taking a seat on Kurama’s other side. “I haven’t seen you here before. Are you new to our village?”

“Just passing through, I’m afraid,” Kurama said, shaking his head and sending his hair flying around lithe shoulders. “On business.”

“He was talking to Tsunade about medical plants and stuff when I dropped off my report earlier and she asked me to show him around,” Naruto said between slurps of ramen. “Didn’t understand much of it, but I guess Obaba-san was pretty interested.”

“Are you a healer then?” the young teacher asked, trying to hide his disappointment at the impermanence of the man’s stay and sneaking a glance at the stranger’s hands. They certainly looked soft enough for him to have been one.

“Merely a gardener of sorts,” the red-haired man said. He smiled and Iruka felt his stomach flip. “Naruto-kun, didn’t you mention that you were planning on sparing with Kakashi-san this afternoon? I’m sure that Iruka-san wouldn’t mind finishing the tour.”

“Not at all,” Iruka said, mentally cheering that he’d get to spend more time with the beautiful man. “I’d be glad to.”

Whooping for joy at having been released from duty, the blond wasted no time in gulping down the last brother from his bowl and jumping down from the stool. In a moment’s time, he was gone.

Kurama blinked. “People here certainly move around fast. Does everyone do that?”

“Just the ninja,” Iruka replied, standing and offering his hand to the man. “There’s a lot of village to cover, so we should get started.”

“Well, Naruto-kun has shown me most of the village already, but I’ve been very interested in exploring the woods just outside the gate. I would have earlier, but I didn’t think that it’d have made a very good impression to the guards if I were to be snooping around without a guard of my own.”

Iruka’s eyes widened as Kurama ran a finger across his palm in the process of taking the offered hand. The look in green eyes was definitely flirtatious and he’d just suggested going to one of the most private places anywhere near the village.

As Kurama led Iruka to and into the forest, it became more and more clear that he needed no tour guide to show him around, especially once he’d spun around and pushed the instructor against a tree, pressing their lips together without preamble.

His lips were as warm and soft as they had looked to be and Iruka ran his tongue over them, delighting as they opened and he was allowed access to more of that sweet mouth.

Wrapping an arm around the redhead’s waist, he buried the other hand in bloody locks, desperate to bring Kurama’s body closer to his own. The firmness pressing against his leg made the man’s desire as obvious as Iruka’s own as he deepened the kiss, moaning into it as Kurama’s searched for his clothing fastenings.

“Eager much?” the ninja asked once they came up for air. By then, his shirt had somehow vanished along with his hair band.

“People in my line of work rarely can stay in one place for long,” murmured Kurama, moving in to start working on the teacher’s neck. He froze and jerked up, staring at the trees. “Damn. I knew it.”

“What is it?” Iruka asked, trying to catch his breath.

“My partner.” Kurama sighed and stepped away, smoothing his hair.

A shadow separated itself from the rest of the forest and resolved itself to be a boy in black with hair of the same color. His eyes were a startling red. “Kurama.”

“What is it, Hiei?” Kurama groaned, glaring at the sky for some reason. “I’m a little busy right now.”

The boy (man?) smirked and Iruka found himself blushing. “So I see. This shouldn’t take long. You may return to your ‘activities’ afterward.”

Kurama turned pleading eyes to Iruka, who nearly melted at the sight. “Wait for me?”

“We can pick up right where we left off, promise,” he said, flopping down to sit at the base of the tree. “I’ll wait right here for you.”

His interrupted lover blew him a kiss before vanishing into the woods after his partner.

It was half an hour later when Iruka felt the ground tremble as though under the weight of huge footsteps. His eyes widened in fear as memory supplied what had made the ground shake like that before. Kyuubi.

Terror froze him in place as the trees parted for the giant creature, which stopped so that its snout was mere inches from his face. Through the panic in his mind, facts began to slip in. One, the thing was definitely a fox demon. Two, it was definitely not Kyuubi.

The demon’s fur was silver, and it was a pair of golden eyes that stared down at him in amusement. Using a paw, it rolled him so that Iruka’s back faced the fox and then, with more gentleness than he’d thought possible for its species, picked him up in its mouth, hot breath smelling of ramen.

But instead of crushing him in its jaws as expected, the demon carried him deeper into the forest and to a ‘tear’ in the natural feel of the area. Captive and captor together passed through it. Iruka gasped again in renewed fear. Demon chakra bombarded him from all sides, even ignoring that of the fox demon who’d kidnapped him.

Said demon didn’t stop running until they’d reached a cave. It sat in the entrance of the cave, blocking any escape routes with his body, and released the ninja, who slowly got to his feet, trembling.

Is this where demons are summoned from? he wondered, pressing himself up against a far wall, hopefully out of the demon’s reach. The cave looked too small for it to enter.

Mist began to form around the beast’s body, concealing it from sight as the demon’s chakra pulsed around it in waves. Light began to stream through the mist where the fox demon’s head had been, and hope started to rear its head before the sound of much lighter footsteps could be heard.

A man stepped from the mist, or at least he thought it was a man. He was clothed in white and silver hair fell down around his shoulders. He was taller than Iruka by about a foot and a half and had one of the most beautiful faces he’d ever seen, only perhaps rivaled by the red haired man’s. It hardly seemed fair that such a face belonged to a demon.

“You are afraid of me,” he said. The demon’s voice was smooth and low.

“What sane man wouldn’t be?” Iruka snorted. “Konoha has seen what demon foxes can do to people and I’m no hokage.”

“You are of course speaking of the demon Kyuubi’s attack and defeat sixteen years ago,” the demon said, slowly but steadily walking toward the trapped ninja. “He was my cousin, you know. I could decide to seek revenge for his sealing and would, if he hadn’t been such a bastard when we knew each other.”

Iruka managed a short laugh, his shaking growing worse as the fox neared. “Yeah, he was a bastard when we knew him too.”

At last the demon stopped in front of him, cupping the human’s chin in one clawed hand and tilting his face up to the dim light emitting from the odd moss covering much of the walls. The pale face softened and the demon’s smile looked almost friendly. “So, do we start where we left off before? You did promise me, after all.”

The ninja’s eyes opened almost impossibly wide. “K-Kurama?”

“Surprise,” Kurama said softly. “I would have returned in my human form, or at least his one, but I’m afraid that my energy was too high.”

“You were a fox demon of all creatures all along?” he asked, still trying to fit his mind around the idea.

“Does it repulse you?” the fox asked, titling his head to the side in question.

Iruka calmed his pounding heart. “It should, it really should, but no, it doesn’t.”

“Good,” Kurama said. Mirroring what Iruka had done earlier, he wrapped an arm around the man and leaned down to claim his mouth. Iruka eagerly opened his lips to accept the questioning tongue and allow it to explore.

Kurama’s hand, longer than it had been in his human form, inched lower on Iruka’s bare back until it rested on the hem of his pants. There it paused before following the hemline around to the front and down to cup the man’s already hardening length through the fabric.

A smirk flittered onto Kurama’s face as he broke apart the kiss, leaving Iruka panting for breath. “Eager much, are we?”

The ninja attempted to push himself into the teasing hand only to have it pulled away quickly. He scowled at the demon for only a moment before the same hand was shoved down his pants and strong fingers wrapped around him. He gasped, grabbing hold of Kurama’s shirt for support.

“Stop playing around and just fuck me,” he growled when Kurama once again took back his hand, leaving Iruka fully hard.

“But if I took you here, you’d get scratched all over by the rocks,” Kurama said, his voice laughing. “Come, there’s a better place further in.”

Before Iruka could argue that there was no ‘further in,’ the fox casually leaned a hand against the wall behind the human. A section of rock slid away to reveal a doorway.

“I used to live here sometimes, when I was in the area,” he explained before abruptly grabbing Iruka and slinging him over a shoulder. “When you used to be a thief, you find it essential to have no single base of operations.”

“Does that sort of thing run in the family?” Iruka asked, eyes widening at the luxurious room beyond the door. Gold, jewels, weapons… The cave was a royal example of wealth.

“You should have seen my uncle, Fuji,” the kitsune laughed. “He owns the largest chain of brothels in Makai. Nice guy. Gives family discounts.”

Laughing at the ninja’s expression as he was dropped onto the pile of furs serving as a bed, Kurama stood over him and licked his lips.

“You don’t have the same tastes in food as your cousin, do you?” Iruka asked nervously, eyes catching on the fangs revealed by the kitsune’s grin.

The thief didn’t answer, nimble fingers pulling apart the knot holding his belt sash on. The silky clock was allowed to fall to the floor at his feet.

Iruka felt his mouth run dry as the silver creature above him began to pull his tunic up over his head and threw it away to some unknown corner of the room. His shoes were already missing, a detail that became very obvious when the flirty demon kicked off the white pants over bare feet, leaving him gloriously naked.

Turning around to present a perfectly formed backside to the teacher and, throwing a wink over his shoulder, Kurama knelt down on the bed with a knee braced on either side of Iruka’s body. His tail caressed the ninja’s chest as the fox leaned forward to grab hold of Iruka’s shoes and tabi, wrestling both free. Pale fingers traced up the inside of the quivering legs through the cloth of Iruka’s pants before lifting to grasp the hem once more, slowly sliding them down smoothly muscled legs.

“I must admit, you ninjas are in much better shape than the average humans,” Kurama spoke up, hand just brushing against the tip of Iruka’s length. He sent a mischievous glance over his shoulder to the flushing ninja. “But I have to wonder who good your endurance is.”

Leaning down, the demon’s tongue flicked out to lick the head, tasting pre-cum. When he blew cold air onto the moistened tip, Iruka shuddered.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?” he panted, gripping the furs tightly.

“We’re kitsune; playing with our food is encouraged.”

Wrapping a hand around the base, Kurama opened his mouth to suckle on his prize. Iruka drew a choked breath as the velvety canine tongue moved against sensitive skin, claiming every inch that the kitsune drew into his mouth. Attention focused solely on what Kurama was doing with his tongue, Iruka didn’t realize that he’d closed his eyes until they flew open at the touch of something damp and firm bumping against his lips. During the human’s distraction, the thief had moved his body back and now Iruka stared in no small amount of fear at the length hanging before him.

Pressing a particularly strong lick along the underside of Iruka’s member, Kurama chuckled and released the teacher despite protests. “Don’t worry, it’ll fit.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his breath sending tingles up and kitsune’s spine.

Again, Kurama didn’t answer as he returned to task, suddenly engulfing Iruka’s member entirely. The ninja gasped and the thief plunged himself into the human mouth. Startled, Iruka fought not the choke on the demon’s length as Kurama began to fuck his mouth slowly, groaning around the teacher. That was all it took to send Iruka tumbling over the edge, exploding into the kitsune’s mouth.

Swallowing greedily, Kurama released his ‘prey’ while pulling out of him at the same time, turning around to cover the winded ninja with his body, their faces level.

“Gods,” Iruka whispered, face still flushed.

“I hope you know that we’re far from finished,” Kurama murmured, claiming his lover’s lips once again and plundering his mouth with his tongue. Iruka responded eagerly, the flavors of their releases mingling.

“Just give me a moment to catch my breath,” the ninja requested once they’d come up for air.

“Just don’t take too long,” Kurama purred, pressing a kiss on the center of Iruka’s scar before moving to nibble at one ear.

When the kitsune had judged that Iruka’d taken long enough, he summoned a particularly sappy plant and collected some of the thick liquid on his fingers.

“What’s that for?” Iruka asked, eying the plant.

“Guess,” Kurama whispered, slipping an arm down between the teacher’s legs, searching for that opening he knew to be there. Iruka gasped as he found it and a long finger slipped inside, its progress aided by the sap. Muscle clenched tightly around the invading digit and Kurama grinned predatorily. “When’s the last time you were taken?”

A blush spread over already flushed cheeks. “Not since before I started teaching. I haven’t had time.”

Kurama’s laugh echoed around the cave. As the sound faded, he bent low, breath hot in Iruka’s ear. “Then we’ll have to remind your body what it feels like to be claimed by another, won’t we?” Another finger joined the first and Iruka shivered. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.”

A callused hand tangled in silver hair. “Stop stalling.”

The kitsune scissored his fingers within his human lover, drawing out a deep moan from Iruka. After twisting his fingers around a couple of times, he withdrew them. Beneath the demon, Iruka whimpered in protest, feeling empty. Strong hands spread his legs apart, pushing them up to his chest. Brown eyes met gold for a brief moment before the ninja nodded. Kurama positioned himself and began to move forward.

Everything, all of his training, memories and thoughts, faded as Iruka was slowly filled with Kurama’s flesh, leaving only the feeling of skin against skin in the now. Yes, there was pain, but it was nothing compared to the crashing tsunami-sized waves of pleasure.

Above him, Kurama was also breathing heavily. He hadn’t had such a tight lover since he and Hiei had had their fling, some time ago. Fully seated in the human man, the kitsune paused so that both could catch their breath.

“Inari, how did your last lover ever let you go?” Kurama panted, his face a hair’s breath from Iruka’s. Both were flushed. Bracing one hand against the furs by Iruka’s head, he wrapped his other arm under the ninja’s hips to better angle them. Then, he began to move.

“Oh gods,” Iruka choked out, eyes wide. He was going to be split in half! The tip of Kurama’s member touched something deep inside of him and sparks danced. Okay, so maybe it wouldn’t be that bad of a way to go. “Ng.”

Forgetting about bracing himself, Kurama grabbed the thin hips and pulled Iruka against him in time to his thrusts, pounding with such force that they were probably both going to have bruised later on.

Iruka’s legs unfolded to wrap around the demon in attempt to pull him in deeper. The hand untangled from Kurama’s hair to grab hold of his own, neglected member.

The kitsune growled, wrapping one of his own hands over Iruka’s and quickening the pace that Iruka pleasured himself as well as speeding up his own thrusts into the almost unbearable heat.

Iruka came first with a loud cry, his climax covering their joined hands in thick cream. Inner muscles spasmed around Kurama’s member. With a final thrust, he released into the ninja’s body, tearing a violent gasp from the human at the explosion within the deepest part of him, before collapsing.

They lay there for a few moments, breathing heavily. Kurama kissed the winded teacher gently but thoroughly before pulling out and rolling off of him to avoid hurting Iruka further.

“That was…” Iruka whispered, trailing off as he found himself unable to find the words to describe the experience. Instead, he dragged his mind toward another pressing issue. “I- I have to-”

“Don’t worry, I’ll return you to your village,” Kurama promised softly, smoothing the ninja’s hair with his clean hand. “Just rest.”

Nodding, Iruka found himself suddenly unable to keep his eyes open. He gradually fell into peaceful sleep.

***

“Iruka, what in the world are you doing taking a nap out here?”

The sunset stained woods just outside of Konoha met Iruka’s eyes as he opened them. The view as then abruptly replaced by a covered pair of humongous breasts. “Hokage?”

Tsunade’s face was amused when she sat down on the ground in front of him. “You too, eh?”

Iruka’s face went bright red. “You mean-”

“Gorgeous red head with green eyes to die for?” she questioned, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t stand a chance once he’d decided he liked me. Best sex I’ve had in years, practically inhuman.”

The teacher began to laugh. “You have no idea. There’s something you aught to know about him.”

“Naruto already told me,” she said, sighing. “Is it a bad sign that Kyuubi says we have good taste?”