AN: ...yeah...this is strange enough that my brain is faulty enough at the moment to let me post this while obtaining (more like retaining) the fact that it probably sucks.
Beta'd by Ms. Anna, read about her in my Scratch III story.
Pillow Talk
"Children!!"
"Huh?" came a tired muffle from beneath the covers.
"The...my...students!!" Iruka stuttered as he got up and began to pull on his sweater vest.
"Mhmmm!" the man buried in the covers tried to block out Iruka's yells. After all they were disturbing his 'rare' beauty sleep moment.
"I'll see you later!" the Chunnin called as he headed out the door.
A mesh of silver hair flowed around the light blue of the pillows casing (1) as a very tired man hugged the pillow lightly and sighed.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1."
The door opened back up to reveal a very out of breath Iruka.
"What you forget this time?"
Ignoring the sarcasm in his 'roommates' voice, and the question all together. The Chunnin bent down and rummaged under neath the bed for something. The jounin, a bit curious now but too tired to make any snide remark, peaked over the edge of his pillow to see what the Chunnin was looking for.
The Chunnin had some how sprawled himself completely on his belly reaching all the way to the other side of the big bed under neath the floor.
"We need to move!" the Chunnin complained while rummaging under the bed.
"But it's so comfy here!" the Jounin complained as he rested his head on the edge of the bed, while closely examining the Chunnin's upper thighs.
"A one room apartment that resembles a motel more than an actual apartment? I think I could afford better!"
The Jounin sighed. It was true. They both raked in a pretty good amount of money but for some reason they lived in a one room apartment containing; a bed, bathroom (with bathroom like stuff), a mini fridge, and a stove in a far off corner. Yeah the room was pretty big and cheap, but, it was definitely not a 'home'.
"Maybe we could look for another one?" the tired Jounin said with a yawn as he rolled over in bed. A second later a dust covered Iruka appeared from under the bed with a pair of sandals.
"We?" came the questioning response as he used the bed to push himself up.
"...yes we."
"What makes you think I want to share another apartment with you?" Iruka said as he sat down on the bed and began to put on his sandals. "Ya cheap badger!"
"...whats wrong with being cheap?" the Jounin said turning his head towards him.
"Nothing." Iruka replied as he finished strapping his second shoe.
With that the Jounin laid back down and snuggled in to his soft pillow.
Iruka let out a sigh. He then turned around to look at the, cuddling his poor pillow, Jounin. His hands on his knees.
"You know Kakashi," The Jounin perked his ears up a bit to listen. "there is such a thing as too cheap."
Kakashi chose not to respond. After a minute or two of silence Iruka's watch beeped, making an annoyed Kakashi open his eyes.
"Oh crap!" Iruka said as he turned off his alarm and began to get up off the bed. "I gotta go!"
However a pair of strong pale arms enveloped him before he had a chance to even get a step away from the bed. The arms pulled him back on to the bed. Iruka felt Kakashi's hair fall around his head shading his view of the room in its silver strands. He felt Kakashi's breath on the back of his neck, he felt Kakashi's knees against the lowest part of his back more like butt).
"Kakas-..."
"Hush and come back to bed." Kakashi's tone was sickly sweat, commanding, and stern. Which made Iruka blush a bit. "Take a day off. Call in sick! God knows you have enough sick days."
"But..."
"No buts! No if's, and definitely absolutely no saying the word responsibility or I swear to god, yes god!, that I will lay you out and have my way with you right now!"
At this Iruka blushed so deep he could have been a strawberry.
Kakashi couldn't help but smile at his handy work. Yeah he knew he hadn't done much but just saying, out loud for the first time, that he was gonna have his way with him if he didn't take a day off felt good. And his reaction made him feel even better. He felt that he wasn't the only one having dirty thoughts.
"Ka-Kakashi!" Iruka protested, stuttering as he tried to pry Kakashi's arms off him. His face continuing to beat strawberry red. "I need..."
Kakashi bent his head down to Iruka's ear and growled in it. The air filling it and enveloping it from Kakashi's warmth breath.
"Work..."
Kakashi licked his ear at the word 'work'.
"Ch-ch-children!" Iruka gasped.
Kakashi smirked at his reaction and began to nip at it fondly.
"Re-respo," at the beginning of this word Kakashi frowned. But then smiled as he remembered his own little threat. He had to teach his 'pet' that he was serious. And he should be taken so.
"Re-responsa...bility!" Iruka almost shrieked the last part as Kakashi swung him down underneath himself.
"I warned you Iruka." he said in a commanding and sexy voice as he took in the sight of his squirming strawberry. "I wonder if your as sweet as one."
"Sweet?" Iruka gasped as Kakashi came in and nipped at his neck. "As, as sweet assss what?" he barely managed the last part as Kakashi purred in to the dip in his neck. He felt his breath, felt his lips, teeth, tongue?
"St-stop!" Iruka finally managed as he tried to push Kakashi off of him.
Kakashi smirked a bit at his 'pet's' struggles.
"You," he said sitting on his stomach and caressing his tanned hand in his pale one. "need," his breath tickled the skin making Iruka shiver. "to learn," he licked his hand and watched him shudder as he clenched his eyes shut "to take," he kissed it and continued to enjoy watching Iruka squirm as he tried to fight with himself, more than Kakashi. "me more seriously," he turned Iruka's hand over so his palm was now being tickled by his breath "my pet."
At the word 'pet' he bit deeply in to the soft tender skin of his palm. He felt Iruka shudder from the where his mouth entered skin to his shoulder and face.
Iruka's other hand came up to clutch Kakashi's shoulder as he twisted slightly under neath the bigger pale man, in agony one might have thought but no. Kakashi saw a bit of pleasure in his actions. He drew blood from his palm but to his delight Iruka was now shaking where he wanted him to be. And he knew this by the tingle against his knee/inner thigh.
"Oh, ho!" Kakashi said with a sly smile. Iruka managed to open his eyes, put didn't look at him, as his breaths came out in short pants. "Look what we have here!"
Kakashi released his hand and Iruka immediately took it in his other as if he were wounded their. He felt Kakashi flip him back over on to his back.
Kakashi began to examine him.
Iruka felt Kakashi's eyes piercing him but was too afraid to look up at him. Iruka had his head turned to the side and was blushing deeply, one hand holding his other above his chest.
Suddenly Iruka felt a sharp out let of breath on his face and glanced slightly to look at Kakashi. He saw his eyes, which surprised him that they were both visible, usually Kakashi kept his sharigan closed or covered. The two eyes were taking in something. He wondered what had made him look so ...so out of breath. Breath taking? He followed Kakashi's line of view and blushed deeply as he once again turned his eyes away, this time to the wall behind the head board of the bed.
"Just beautiful!" Kakashi breathed. "Simply magnificent."
Kakashi's hand reached out slowly. At the movement Iruka looked back down and his hands quickly snapped over 'it' protectively as he flushed an even deeper scarlet.
Kakashi smiled at him kindly. He pressed his hands against Iruka's slowly and softly. The cool touch of Kakashi's skin against his own made Iruka look away again with a flush against his deep blush.
Kakashi's smile turned from a kind, gentle smile to an evil, devilish smirk.
"Urgh!" Iruka moaned out as he suddenly felt a hard pressure against his hands. The gentle pressure became hard and both his hands were already there to try and protect 'it'. He lent inward trying to back away from Kakashi's hand but finding he was only pushing himself deeper in to the bed. The pressure increased and Iruka choked at the increase.
"Ugh!!" he retched as he found his hips bucking in to the pressure instead of away from it. "Uhhhhh!"
"What's that?" Kakashi asked coyly. "You want something more?"
Iruka tried to tell him no but to no avail. The pressure increased again as Kakashi pressed both his hands harder against his, causing more pressure to push against 'it'.
"Mhhmmrg!!" Iruka let out a loud choke as his hips bucked again and his head thrust in to the mattress.
Kakashi only grinned.
"My pet," he crooned. "My precious", he whispered over his stomach as he pressed his hips in to Iruka's legs. "You are learning to obey."
Iruka let out a gagging noise at the changes.
"Call it... No. Scream it!" Kakashi corrected himself as he let all his wait lean in to his hands and hips.
Iruka croaked.
"Call me master!"
Kakashi applied more pressure and Iruka croaked again.
After a few minutes of pressure on and off, becoming harder at the hands and less at the hips, Iruka crumbled (2).
"Ma..."
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP
"Shit!"
Bang Crash Thunk
"I'm late! Damn!"
SLAM
Kakashi sighed as he heard the noises coming from the other room. His room mate was late for work...again. He hugged his pillow as he let another sad sigh escape his unmasked lips. If his room mate, his best friend, knew of the dreams he had of him...he'd probably kill him.
If only he was as sweet and easily manipulated in real life. Then...then life would be a dream come true.
Kakashi smiled to himself smugly as he snuggled back in to his bed and heard the front door re-open.
"Shit!" he heard Iruka's voice carried to his room as he searched for something he'd forgotten.
'When he's gone I'll sneak in to his room!' Kakashi thought with one last little smile in to his pillow. 'Then my dream can be complete!'
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1) yes a pillow case. Just felt like being fancy! well...kinda.
2) ...in a way.
AN: Uhhh...yeah this is weird and is my second thing like this (A bleach one was my first.) I think this one was a bit more graphic though and sorry for that. I don't usually write this kinda stuff (A because I don't get it and don't know how to write it. B not my style...usually. (this is an exception) C ...is lost some where in the back of my head.
So please forgive me for this (probably terrible piece of work that was put up late at night)?
Second AN: I don't really like the note i ended this short, weired, spontaneous story (i don't think i like it at all. It's...weired? It feels alien to write like this and about this too so...I don't know what I'll do with it. But it's late, my brains not working...that's why this is posted and now viewable by you. Tell me just how badly it truly sucks. Kay? thanks! (I don't mind constructive criticism on this one i don't mind any criticism. I know it sucks. I'm just to tired to do anything about it and i feel like posting something and this is the only thing i have done (i just wrote it, that's probably why.) So sorry that it is out here. Maybe tomorrow morning I'll regain my reasoning abilities and take this off. So yeah...ill stop babbling. Night all!!