Title: Black Lace
Genre: Humour
Warning: Sexual References, Cross-Dressing and Sexual Role-Playing (kind of?)! This is a YAOI fic... Kakashi + Iruka = Hot Male/Male action! (You know I'm right!)
Summary: Iruka received an unexpected package and Kakashi is pleasantly surprised!

Iruka stared at the parcel in hand, suddenly feeling sick. Was it a joke? Who would buy such a thing – And have the audacity to send it to him?

Sighing in resignation, he picked up the gift and further inspected it. Frills? Everywhere were frills with both white and black lace lining the edges of the silky material! The low, plunging neckline was trimmed with white lace and revealed far too much bust for Iruka's liking – Even if he was a man and didn't have any bust to reveal in the first place. The middle section of the dress was made up of a silky black corset with white ribbons, tightly lacing it all the way up. The short cut skirt was pleated and had a small wire petticoat beneath the ruffles. Worse than the dress itself – Which was honestly bad enough – Were the thigh-high sheer black stockings attached to frilly panties by a thin garner as well as the matching lacy white neck choker, wrist cuffs, hairpiece and apron. Whoever had bought this outrageous package for him had even decided to purchase a pair of six-inch, black stiletto heels – Coincidentally, just his size. As the sensei's anger increased over the whole situation, Iruka finally pulled out the very last item in the box – A soft, white feather duster, completing the French maid's ensemble entirely.

When Iruka thought of whose sick joke this could possibly be, only one name came to mind. Hatake Kakashi – His soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend. Though it seemed likely, the chunin didn't want to believe it true that his lover would buy him such a vile, scandalous thing – Even if this French maid's outfit had 'Icha Icha' written all over it! He knew Kakashi was perverted, but buying him this was just wrong on so many levels. Surely, the man he'd been dating for a year and living with for a few months wasn't some kind of sick, sexual deviant… Was he?

To make things worse, Iruka felt deeply hurt by the package. Was Kakashi disappointed in his lover being a man? Was it that he maybe thought Iruka so apt that he wouldn't wear the outfit – Finding his decorum amusing? Or, possibly worst of all, maybe his lover was bored with their sex life? Iruka wasn't particularly adventurous in bed, always bottoming, always blushing. Along with his hurt, came anger. He was angry that Kakashi would do this to him – Put him in this situation. He was angry that the man obviously thought so little of him, without even giving him any form of warning. He was angry that he wouldn't even come speak to him about it. Feeling the flood of emotions, Iruka started removing his house slacks and began dressing in the French maid's outfit. He'd show him that he was no prude – That he could be just as perverted.

After several tense minutes of dressing, Iruka stared at his reflection in the bedroom mirror. His face was beet red and he was already considering taking the hideous thing off and burning it until there was nothing left but ashes. If Kakashi really wanted this from a lover, he could look elsewhere! Though, as he turned to look away from himself in the mirror, he saw said jounin standing in the doorway, mask bunched around his neck and a predatory, lust filled look in his eyes. He'd even revealed his Sharingan eye, memorising every shameful detail.

Iruka squeaked, in what was meant to be an excuse, and immediately tried to cover himself with his hands. Kakashi merely moved forward until he was close enough to wrap his arms around the chunin's waste and kiss him passionately. He tried to fight, but when the jounin's tongue pushed for entry to his mouth, he couldn't find the will power.

Though, when he suddenly felt a hand move into his panties and touch the bare skin of his ass, Iruka finally reacted appropriately, moving away from the onslaught of touches.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He spat out furiously "Pervert!"

"I'm the pervert? Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you the one who's wearing the French maid's outfit?" He replied, a mixture of amusement and confusion wafting through his normally apathetic voice.

Iruka snorted and turned his head away from his lover "And why do you think I'm wearing it? Because I like the way it feels?" He said sarcastically as he run his hand up and down his body, over the mixtures of silk and lace. Verbally, Kakashi didn't respond though, certain parts of his anatomy could not be helped from the perfect picture of eroticism standing before him. The jounin's face was tinged a light pink and his palms were inexplicably becoming sweaty. Was it just him, or did the room suddenly increase a few degrees?

"Kakashi, are you paying attention? Why would you buy me this? Is it funny to you? Are you…" He gulped, suddenly feeling a lump in his throat, as well as his heart "Are you bored of me?"

"What?!" Kakashi, finally being woken out of his brainless stupor, lunged forward and hugged the chunin tightly "No! I could never get bored of you! And, what are you talking about? I didn't buy you this – Though, maybe I should have?" The last was barely above a whisper; though he was sure Iruka heard it!

Iruka hugged him back, breathing in the scent that was distinctly Kakashi "You… Didn't buy this?" He asked in a hopelessly defeated voice – Feeling both embarrassed and relieved.

"No! I would never make you do something you felt uncomfortable with… Even if you do look really good" He purred as his hands once again began to lower down the teacher-turn-French-maid's body. Iruka didn't fight this time, even leaning more into the sensual touches. He couldn't hold back the grin that broke onto his face – Kakashi wasn't a sick, sexual deviant, like he thought. He was normal and not perverted, well… Not perverted enough to buy him this, at least.

Once again, Kakashi's hands ended up on Iruka's ass, wanting to take things a little further. Then, feeling uncharacteristically playful, Iruka grabbed Kakashi by the vest and manoeuvred him down onto the bed behind them. The jounin looked up at him with wide, confused eyes as Iruka leaned over his body and whispered in his ear "So, where do you want me, Master?"

The jounin's body shook with anticipation as Iruka's nimble fingers began to undress him. He simply could not respond – His lover was acting so different from his usual self. Hastily, Kakashi leaned up off the bed, kissed him fiercely and swiftly reversed their positions, having Iruka now writhing beneath him. He smirked as his fingers grazed the inside of Iruka's thigh's, watching the man's adorably shy reactions to his gentle caresses and exploring touches. He was so turned on, he felt he might just explode at any minute.

As he stripped himself of all clothes, but still left Iruka in his erotic outfit – Minus panties – Kakashi thought about his luck this evening. Honestly, he had no idea whose package Iruka had accidentally received, but he couldn't be more grateful to the 'Icha Icha God's' for gifting him with such fortune.

Meanwhile, a few houses over, Genma sat in his living room, impatiently awaiting a package that was supposed to arrive several hours ago…

A/N: I don't know why I always do this to Genma in my fic's? I swear, one of these days, I'll make you normal! I promise! But, who am I kidding? We all know that Genma is a 'sick, sexual deviant' - And that's why we love him so! ~grins~
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