That Sappy Kind of Feeling
Summary: After two years of not seeing the boy who had stolen his kissing virginity, Iruka stumbles upon Kakashi, who is smarter, stronger, and sexier than ever, and more than eager to pick up where things left off before. But, things have changed, and Iruka has left his feelings in the past. Kakashi will have to use all his new skill, wit, and charm to convince Iruka that love is not merely for saps. Sequel to "Love's Not Just For Saps, Chumps, and Middle Aged Women". Can be read alone, but it will confuse you!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, no matter what the voices tell me...
Warning: Foul language, steamy kisses, and teen angst. Uh oh ^^ This is a KakaIru with slight IzuKo.
Authoress: Here it is, my sequel! I've finally nailed down a plot and set the timeline. This will be a 3shot, a steamy and smutty 3 shot. Depending on how many reviews I get, the updates will be swift or slow. So, you know what that means! REVIEW! Beta-ing by the lovely Kanemoshi. I hope you enjoy this new installment!
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Iruka sighed heavily as he took a seat in the uncomfortable chair. Another lecture. This would be the fifth one already, and it was only Wednesday. The week was still young.
The brunette drummed his fingers melodically along the arm of the chair, head propped up in his palm, looking as bored as ever. The office was empty, but that was not uncommon these days. More and more, the Hokage was going out, fixing things that needed to be fixed, ordering about those that needed ordering. That or he was drinking sake and taking a long smoking break, rambling on to some poor passerby about wills of fire and whatnot.
He had been so close, too. The plan had been perfectly executed; all the necessary preparations had been made. For weeks, Iruka and friends, Izumo and Kotetsu, had slaved over their outlines, erasing and writing and erasing again. Every step had been carefully planned. Every ingredient had been gathered. And, with all the stealth and cunning that three teenage ninja could possess, they carried out the impossible.
Victory had been sweet. Iruka chuckled as he remembered how his first victim had reacted. Yells of shock and horror, grabbing his hair, jumping around in a little circle while veins bulged out of his head…Yes, it was amusing. The pandemonium only continued throughout the afternoon. One by one, the other ninja fell to him and his mastery in the art of pranking. He had almost gotten away with it too, if it hadn't been for that meddling kid.
"Mizuki…" Iruka growled, making a mental note to beat said goody-two-shoes teen into a crying pile of pulp. He was no fun anymore, not that he ever really was, but it seemed as if he was even less so now. Everything Iruka did was against the rules or inappropriate for a ninja his age, Mizuki explained. He had to give up his childish antics if he ever wanted to be recognized as a respectable ninja. "Pfff, whatever." He huffed, drumming his fingers faster in annoyance.
After a few more minutes of brooding silence, his executioner arrived, a pipe in his mouth and takeout boxes crowded in his arms. In a very unprofessional manner, the very haggard looking Hokage dumped everything onto his already crowded desk, and then took a seat.
"Alright, let's get on with this then," he mumbled, puffing smoke out of his pipe. He'd recently gone into overdrive on his smoking habits. With all this stress lately, the old man was never without his pipe. Even his son had picked up the dirty practice and kept a lit cigarette in his mouth almost religiously.
"Skipping the formalities, Sandaime Sama?" Iruka asked, chocolate eyes lighting up.
"I've been seeing too much of you this week," the Hokage replied gruffly, blowing out rings of smoke. "Would you care to explain why half of my ninja are blue?"
"Blue?" the teen repeated, barely concealing a snigger under his feigned innocence. "Perhaps they're all just having bad days…"
"No." The old man sighed, rubbing his temples. "Not blue as in sad, blue as in the color."
"You mean there are blue ninja running around here?" Iruka asked with a raised brow. Inside, he was dying from laughter. He could just picture it; all these bodyguards running around, screaming and shouting, their skin the color of toilet bowl cleaner.
"I know it was you, Iruka. Just tell me how to reverse it. I don't have all day to waste on your stupid tricks," Sandaime answered tersely. A look of hurt flitted across Iruka's face, but it was quickly replaced by a devious smile.
"I seem to have misplaced the antidote," he said smugly, watching with delight as his leader's eye twitched. He exhaled a great cloud of smoke, and then began to massage his aching temples.
"I'd have thought," the Hokage began, "that with your recent entry into the Chuunin Exams, you'd have learned a little more responsibility."
Iruka pouted, sending a despondent look at his superior. If the Hokage had not known any better after all these years, he might have actually felt sorry for saying the things he had. But he did know better and understood that the puppy dog look was nothing more than a sick ploy to garner his sympathy.
"But, Sandaime Sama, I'm out of the academy. What more can I learn?" the brunette questioned, eyes wide and pleading.
"For one thing, you can learn about patience, and how thin mine is right now," the old man answered in a deadpan voice. Iruka felt his only leverage slipping away. If he could no longer use his cuteness to charm the elderly, what else did he have left?
A well-timed knock on the doors saved Iruka from death by further lecture. After being called in by the Hokage, a very blue ninja announced that the ANBU he had sent for had finally arrived. The blue ninja, oblivious to the smirking teen, then hurried away towards the bathroom, where he began to wash his skin vigorously in hopes of cleaning his cerulean arm.
"Good, good, and only three hours late," the Sandaime griped sardonically, throwing some old takeout boxes into a trashcan with more aggression than necessary. "Iruka, you may go. But, you stay out of trouble!" The old man shot a warning look to the young ninja, one that promised a punishment more painful than a lecture if he was caught with even a toe out of line. "If I find anymore blue ninja in my village, you're going to scrub the Hokage monument until it sparkles like diamond. Now, out!"
Iruka, as if a fire had been lit underneath his seat, jumped out and sprinted across the room, wearing a bright grin. He flung open the great wooden doors, and almost ran straight into another person who was standing lazily on the other side, right in the middle of the hallway.
The brunette had averted the collision at the last second by turning to the right, nearly careening out of control. From back in the office, he could hear the angry growl of the Hokage, shouting at him to be more careful and watch where he was going. Iruka, instead, looked up at the visitor with irritation, who was still dumbly planted in the middle of the floor.
He was an ANBU, clearly denoted by his porcelain mask and swirly tattoo on his shoulder. A katana was strapped to his back, though it looked as if it rarely saw action. Whoever he was, he had stunning muscle despite his willowy structure. His skin was so pale that it almost blended seamlessly with the mask on his face. His hair was so shockingly different, so strange, tall, spiky, and silver. He had a powerful aura, and was practically radiating supremacy, and made Iruka feel very insignificant. His overall presence was enough to steal the tan ninja's breath away.
There was something, a small burning or tingling that began working its way through Iruka's body. Although the ANBU was not looking at him, he could not help but feel as if the older ninja was still somehow staring at him, as if boring holes through the porcelain. He was very self conscious at that moment, and rubbed his scar awkwardly, a trait he had continued from his school years. He felt a strange familiarity with this ninja, though he had never before seen an ANBU before.
"I pray you'll excuse him, ANBU San. He is still learning self control." The Sandaime chided, sitting gracefully in his chair. He motioned for the masked ninja to enter, then shot an exasperated look at Iruka, who was standing stunned in the hallway.
"Maa, of course, Hokage Sama."
A sick realization dawned on Iruka, leaving him out of breath and dizzy. His stomach clenched into intricate knots, his limbs turned to jelly. His throat seemed to close up, rendering him incapable of speech. It was as if fate had slapped him across the face, leaving him dazed and confused. The elite ninja strolled forward casually, and without a backwards glance, closed the doors, sealing them inside.
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"Stupid, stupid, stupid…"
Iruka threw another shuriken at the tree, which was already covered in wounds from his previous days in the clearing. He punctuated every angry word with a sharp swing of his arm, followed shortly by the clunking sound of metal lodging in wood.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid…"
Soon, he had emptied his pouch, and went forward to collect his stars from the trunk. It had been roughly two years to this very day since he had last seen Kakashi. Not that Iruka was counting or anything. And it had been in this very same spot too. Not that Iruka paid any attention to that. He had had his very first kiss here. Not that Iruka was sentimental about that kind of stuff.
Iruka shed his outer jacket, and then wiped his brow. Is it hot out here, or am I just really pissed? He pondered, closing his eyes and aiming for a familiar knot in the wood. He threw several shuriken, still thinking. How does he just show up like that? I waited for so long… That bastard, waltzing past me like I was some kind of bum! Why, if he was here right now, I'd castrate that lazy ass! He heatedly launched more stars, one after the other, until he had none left.
He kept his eyes closed, relishing the solitude. He took a deep breath, expelling some of his pent up bitterness. He could do with a bowl of ramen right about now, he decided. Being furious really brought out his appetite. Iruka blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light.
"Hrm?" he wondered, staring at the tree. Not that it wasn't a fascinating tree or anything, but he had never before had a reason to stare at this tree until now. He had missed. All of his shots had missed. Iruka frowned, calculating his odds. He should have been spot on the mark every time, but, now that he thought about it, he never heard them connect. He never heard that reassuring thunk that told him he had hit his target. Instead, all of his shuriken were stacked in a neat pile at the base of the tree. He barely had time to even ponder how such a thing had happened when…
"Maa, long time no see, little dolphin."
The voice, low and husky, right in Iruka's ear made him leap forward in surprise. He caught his balance, spinning around to glare at the spot where he had previously been standing. His tan cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he saw Kakashi, hands in his pockets, eyes crinkled victoriously.
"Your aim seems as great as ever," he joked, running a hand through his luscious silver mane. His porcelain mask was dangling around his arm, the empty face of the animal staring at Iruka.
The brunette, heart racing not only from the scare, but also from the sheer beauty of Kakashi, glared at the ninja before him. He forced himself not to ogle the ANBU's taught muscle, stunningly perfect skin, or sanguine smile just barely visible through his black mask. After all these years of separation and growing resentment, Iruka was still startled by Kakashi. He oozed sex appeal in a way Iruka's body couldn't handle.
The tan ninja felt like he was burning up. Perhaps it was the heat of the day, or his inner boiling rage, or the steamy look Kakashi was giving him, or even a combination of all three. But he was too hot. Suddenly, he felt the extreme need to douse himself in cold water before he spontaneously combusted.
Kakashi took a step towards him. Iruka resisted the urge to step back. The ANBU moved in again, quickly closing the distance between the two. The brunette began to panic. He told his legs to move, to take him away from here. He told his hands to make seals, to perform some kind of jutsu. He told his mouth to move, to shout something hurtful or rude. But his body refused to listen.
Now, barely inches away from each other, Iruka got a good look at Kakashi. His skin was not as smooth as his porcelain mask, but it bared small scars from battles. He wore his headband low on his forehead so it covered his right eye. His hair was unkempt and slightly ratty looking. He bore a more rugged look, a dangerous look, an unbelievably sexy look. Iruka felt disgusted with himself for even thinking something like that.
"It's good to see you again," Kakashi whispered, Iruka just now noticing how much deeper and more masculine his voice sounded. He would have rather have been anywhere but here. He wished he would have taken that D rank mission to find that fat old hag's missing cat. Or maybe the one where he plowed the corn field? He'd even settle for shoveling manure for that creepy old man that lived alone on the edge of the village with no one but his cows for company. Anything but this.
Kakashi, ever so slowly, slid his mask down his lips. Iruka tried to avert his eyes, look anywhere but at Kakashi. Instead, they only followed the black fabric as it exposed more and more of the older ninja's sculpted jaw. Then, lips were pressed to his. A hand was on his back. Two bodies were gradually melding into one.
Iruka's brain completely shut down. He was almost positive that he even blacked out for a moment too, or maybe he had just closed his eyes. He felt like a rag doll, held up only by Kakashi. His lips did not return the gentle pressure. His tongue did not slide around the other. His hands were limp at his side. This was bad. Wrong. A no-no.
As Iruka remained impassive to the kiss, Kakashi became more and more desperate to elicit some kind of response. He deepened the kiss, pulled the younger ninja closer, ground their hips together. But still nothing.
Inside the brunette was utter chaos. It felt right, yet it was immoral. It tasted delicious, yet revolting. It was pleasant, yet repulsive. Nothing made sense to him. He raised his hand. Kakashi noticed, and, inspired by the reaction, began delving his tongue in and out of Iruka's mouth, his own hands caressing every part of the tan teen he could reach. Iruka then balled his hand into a fist and delivered a bruising punch to Kakashi's stomach.
The one became two again, Kakashi staggering backwards from Iruka, clutching his stomach. His visible eye was wide and screwed up in pain and confusion. Iruka stared back, his eyes narrowed hazardously, swollen lips turned into a scowl.
"Where the hell do you get off?" he asked, anger clipping his words. He raised his fist and pointed directly at Kakashi, who winced at the livid tone. Iruka felt himself losing control of his mouth, his vision going red. He was finally going to tell this bastard what he thought about him after all these years of waiting. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"You think you can just come back here, after two years of absence, and just slobber all over me like I'm your little housewife?! Fuck no! I don't wear a dress for anyone." Iruka was shouting now. He momentarily pictured himself in a kitchen with an apron on, holding a pot full of tonight's dinner, while Kakashi sat on the couch watching television after a hard day at work. This was not who he wanted to be, although he did think he looked rather dashing in said apron.
"I waited for you. I spent two years of my life as a sappy love zombie, hoping every day would be the day I saw you again. I guess that day is finally here." He snorted, watching with evil amusement as Kakashi looked back at him, bewildered. "And, now that you're back, I want you to go away. Just leave me alone!"
Furious, bitter, resentful, Iruka turned his back on Kakashi. He felt too satisfied to care about how much he may have hurt the older ninja. He quickly took off out of the clearing, pooling chakra into his feet until he was running at incredible speeds. He raced towards his apartment, leaving a stunned Kakashi in his wake. He rubbed his stomach, which was surely beginning to bruise by now, and licked his lips, the sweet taste if Iruka still present.
"Ne, that did not go as well as I'd hoped," he mumbled the thought aloud. He took a few deep breaths, rocking back on his heels, steadying his elevated heart rate. His animal mask lay in the dirt a few feet away, and he moved to collect it. "Maybe I should have written him a letter or two?" He stared with disdain at the spot where Iruka had run from, clouds of dust still hanging in the air. "Or maybe even three."
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"Who put a stick up your ass?"
Izumo lay on the floor, his head in Kotetsu's lap. Iruka was brooding on the couch, a look of death in his normally cheery chocolate eyes. Izumo instantly regretted his comment when the fatal orbs turned to glare at him. A pile of half-done mission reports lay scattered across the table.
"Sheesh, sorry I asked," he replied, waving his hands in front of him defensively.
Iruka merely twitched his eye, and then returned to glaring holes in the wall. Kotetsu soothingly ran his fingers through his boyfriend's hair. The tension in the room was almost suffocating.
"I'm gonna run to the bathroom," Izumo announced, springing up from the ground, sending a secret nod at Kotetsu. He walked casually down the hallway and out of sight, where he waited for his companion to join him.
"And I'm going to get some fresh air," Kotetsu added nonchalantly. Iruka raised an eyebrow but did not question anything. More hurriedly than his lover, Kotetsu dashed out of the room and into the hall. Izumo grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him into the bathroom, locking the door behind them.
"What is up with him?" Izumo asked, sitting on the counter. His boyfriend leaned against the wall, staring hazily back at him. "Hello, Kotetsu?" Kotetsu did not reply, only licked his lips in a way that made Izumo squeal on the inside. "Are you even listening to me?" The other ninja continued to look lustily at him. Izumo felt heat running through his body. He could not stop the blush that came to his cheeks when his lover gazed at him that way.
"We're not in here to have sex you emotionless playboy," he criticized, feeling his body tingle while Kotetsu undressed him with his eyes. "Iruka is seriously having a problem." Of course, all Kotetsu wanted was sex, and if not sex, then eye sex.
"Yes, I think it's that time of month for him," Kotetsu replied, breaking away from the wall to stand in front of his lover. "I can go get the pills from the neighbor girl if you want. They seemed to work last time."
"Stop that." The smaller ninja was frowning now. It was clear that he was fighting a losing battle. His mind told him to abstain, but his body was having none of it. "We have to help him."
"Why not help ourselves first?" his boyfriend retorted, planting a kiss on Izumo, who could not help but return the affection. It would be a very long bathroom break.
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Iruka knew what was going on. He knew the moment he put those two in a room together that they would want to start making out. It was only a matter of time before one of them needed to use the bathroom, the most common of excuses, and he would be left alone while they did unmentionable things in his shower. It happened every time he invited them over.
Instead of being jealous, as he normally was, Iruka only became peeved. If he was doomed to be unhappy in love, why was nobody else? Why did he have to bear this burden alone? Iruka had never given much thought to fate until a few years ago. Before then, he took life as it came. After he met Kakashi, everything that happened always had a purpose.
The full effect of what he'd done in the clearing this afternoon had still yet to hit him. He was as pleased as he'd ever been in himself, but he couldn't keep his harsh attitude at bay. He thought he'd dispelled all his built up anger, but apparently, there was still a lot left in him. So much, in fact, that all the pillows on his couch had died a very brutal death by shredding when they kept falling off onto the floor. So many feathers, so many feathers…
He stood up, stretching his limbs, giving a crestfallen look at his unfinished mission reports. I might as well finish them… It sounds like they'll be busy in there for a while… Iruka sighed as he heard the soft moans passing through his bathroom door. He knelt next to the table, picking up a report on a mission he had completed a few days ago, where he had to help clean up the men's sauna. While there were still men in it. Ugly, fat, sweating men. And they were naked too. Iruka shivered at the unpleasant memory; what had been seen could never be unseen.
He reached around behind him for the pen he had left on the couch, hand blindly groping the furniture. Instead of a pen, he found a leg. Iruka jumped upwards so fast that he gave his visitor whiplash.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" he spat at the silver haired ninja stretched lazily across his couch. "I told you to stay away from me, God dammit!" Iruka backed away until his legs bumped one of the potted plants in the corner of his room. His eyes had not left Kakashi or his barely revealed face. "How the hell did you figure out where I live? How did you even get in?!"
Kakashi just smiled, which Iruka could only distinguish by the crinkling of his visible eye. It was unnerving, to say the least, and Iruka wished that he had not already shed his weapons pouch. All he had to defend himself was his pen, which had actually been located in his pocket the entire time, conveniently enough.
"Answer me, you bastard!" Iruka hissed, raising his pen defensively. Kakashi must have found this amusing, because he began to chuckle. This only fueled Iruka's rage. He picked up a decorative bowl from a nearby table and threw it at the older ninja's head. He suspected that, with his near perfect aim and Kakashi being distracted by his laughing, he would strike him right between the eyes. The bowl spun faster and faster towards its mark, but to Iruka's dismay and astonishment, Kakashi pinched it between two fingers, only centimeters from his head.
"This looks expensive, Iruka, and I'd hate for you to break it." Kakashi explained, his fits of chortles dying down. He looked as if he was enjoying a good movie on television, not fending off improvised attacks from a ninja. He gently set the bowl down on the table before sitting up on the couch.
"Fuck you, and get out of my apartment!" Iruka ordered, nearing his boiling point. Kakashi just stared back at him, taunting him with that one, steely eye. Throwing caution to the wind, Iruka charged at him, fist drawn and ready for a painful blow. In the blink of an eye, Kakashi had disappeared, and Iruka tumbled over the couch, unable to stop himself. He landed on his back, smacking his head against the wood paneled floor. Before he could get up, he felt a pressure on his chest, squeezing the breath from his lungs.
"Maa, can you give me a minute to explain things?" Kakashi asked from above him.
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"H-hey, did you hear something?" Izumo panted out between gasping for breath. He lay slumped against the shower wall, leaning his head on Kotetsu's shoulder. His boyfriend shook his head before leaning over and pressing gentle kisses up the smaller ninja's neck.
"I c-could have sworn I heard-" He began, but stopped to sigh as he felt Kotetsu's lips on his own, effectively silencing him.
"He's probably just letting off steam. We should leave him alone for a while," he explained with a wolfish grin and a lecherous leer. Izumo blushed, and then nodded his head in agreement before returning the sweet kiss.
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"No! Get off me," Iruka snarled through grit teeth. He could not move; all of Kakashi's weight was pressing down on him, his arms and legs were pinned, and he was unable to perform any hand signs. He stopped his struggling to look up at the serious face of the ANBU, or what was visible of his face at least.
"Please, Iruka. It's not what you think," Kakashi stated, almost pleading. His voice was steady and monotonous, but there was an underlying inflection, something that made Iruka cringe. He knew he didn't want to hear this, he couldn't hear this, but what power did he have in the situation? If Kakashi wanted to talk, there was physically nothing Iruka could do to stop him. The older ninja seemed to realize this. "Just hear me out."
"Get off me right now, you lazy bastard," the brunette retorted, but with less sting in his voice. He could not look at Kakashi anymore, and turned his head to the side. He was giving in, showing weakness, but he didn't care anymore. A pair of cold fingers brushed along his jaw, giving him goose bumps, but he didn't look up. If he did, it would be all over.
The fingers gently nudged his chin, trying to lift his head. Iruka resisted as best he could, but eventually a pair of hands on either side of his face jerked it upright. His chocolate eyes, which had been smoldering with fire, were now dimmed to a light spark. They met Kakashi's single-eyed gaze, which was an unreadable pool of cobalt. Iruka blinked, offering momentary respite from the penetrating stare, but when he opened his eyes again, Kakashi's face was a hairsbreadth away from his own. They were sharing oxygen they were so close, breathing each others intoxicated air, drowning in the other's scent.
A pair of reluctant lips found Iruka's. This time, the brunette did not resist. This was the moment he had been waiting for for two years. This was the kiss he had dreamt about for countless nights, the kiss he had imagined in his mind during every free minute of time. It was note cute and innocent like their first kiss, but it was a sign of their new maturity, an upped notch in their intensity and passion.
The hesitant kiss quickly melted into a needy battle of wanton desires, each trying to outdo the other, each trying to claim dominance. Iruka returned the pressure of the kiss, parting his lips for Kakashi, whose tongue was eagerly slipping inside Iruka's mouth. The older ninja's hands were freely grazing across the brunette's covered chest, sliding over his sides and around his hips. Their tongues danced in a hot frenzy, eliciting deep moans from each teen which were quickly swallowed by the other.
Kakashi pulled away for a quick breath, leaving them both panting, before crushing their lips back together. His tongue had asserted its authority over Iruka, and was scoping out every inch of that delicious mouth he had been deprived of for so long. Iruka, attempting to turn the tides of lust in his favor, thrust his hips upward. Kakashi groaned, the sound low and husky, and was momentarily paralyzed by the wave of pleasure rippling through his body. Iruka took this chance to slide his tongue along Kakashi's bottom lip, nibbling it playfully before pulling it into his mouth. He ran his tongue over it, sucking it, licking it, tasting Kakashi.
He thrust his hips upwards again, grinding them against Kakashi's crotch, earning him another satisfied moan. The silver haired teen deepened the kiss further, his hands lodged in Iruka's hair, tangling themselves in the chestnut locks. He broke the kiss for another breath, this time dancing his lips across Iruka's jaw. The younger ninja was seeing spots, unable to get enough breath into his lungs. His blood had turned to liquid fire within him.
"So," Kakashi mumbled into Iruka's neck, ghosting the area with delicate nips and kisses, "can I finish explaining now?"
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Authoress: Whatcha think?! I kind of matured the writing style a lot... This picks up roughly 2 years after Not Just For Saps, Chumps, and Middle Aged Women, so everyone has aged, (Iruka, Izumo, Kotetsu=15 and Kakashi=17). Review, review, review! Send me your love or hate, questions or comments. Expect a very delicious next chapter. Also, if I may recommend a book for you all, check out Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan. It's very bizarre and funny, and the characters are so loveable, and it inspired me to start writing a new story. Hooray for gay lit!
Kanemoshi: *dies from nosebleed* I can't wait for next chapter!!! *squeals happily*
