So I decided to write a fanfic for Journalism week with my favorite sensei's Kakashi and Iruka. Shout out to all the high school journalism students like myself. YEARBOOK AND BROADCAST FTW!
Warnings: Lemon, BL, Yaoi, Manxman sex on a desk, inappropriate use of office equipment, cursing
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
An Intern's Day
"I have decided to put Iruka Umino on the team for the upcoming project starting next week."
Said man tensed up at the announcement. The brunette could already hear the rumors flying off the roof of favoritism, and fucking the boss. Even if technically that is the case. That's slander!
Iruka slumped further into his chair at the sound of murmurs and accusations in the conference room after his boyfriend adjourned the meeting, and slipped out of the room with his infamous orange book in one hand, coffee in the other.
After gathering his papers, the young intern followed after him and, with a quick look over his shoulder, entered the Editor's office. He leaned against the shut door, a hand resting on his fore head with a sigh.
"Mr. Hatake, I was hoping to discuss something with you in private," he said with gritted teeth.
Ever since their relationship turned taboo after Kakashi's promotion, the two took extra measures to keep things on the down low. Making sure the secretary couldn't buzz him in was one of them. The silver haired man peeked over his erotica novel, cutting off the possibly interrupting device.
"Oh dear, Iruka," the editor greeted. "That's my father's name. When we're in my office, there's nothing to hide from the staff." Iruka tackled the black leather couch and chuckled.
"I know, but it'd be nice to maintain some semblance of professionalism every once and a while."
Kakashi set down the book, replacing it with a sip of Starbucks, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying I'm not professional, Mr. Umino?"
Iruka rolled his eyes. "That's exactly what I'm saying, editor." He rolled onto his back and followed the rapid cycle of the fan. His lover remained quiet, fiddling with the ring of his vente, before asking for the time.
"A quarter to 12:00. Why?"
"Let's play a game."
Oh no, Iruka thought. This won't turn out good. What kind of grown man in power suggests such a thing? "Fine. Tell me about this game." He'd humor his boyfriend for a while.
Kakashi sat on the ledge of the couch. When he got his lazy ass out of the chair, Iruka didn't know. "I am going to sit in that seat over there," he instructed, pointing as if it just appeared out of thin air. "And you are going to try to seduce me. Whoever cracks loses and has to do whatever the other wants."
Iruka paled and murmured, "I am not re-enacting one of your dirty novel scenes."
Kakashi's eyes widened, his lip stuck in a pout. "But Iruka! We never see each other much anymore! We have plenty of time and I promise you can stop whenever you want and I won't bring it up again and-." The brunette silenced his lover's begging with a kiss. It's true that they don't spend time together like they used to.
Now that Kakashi was the Editor of the Konoha Newspaper, the two are too busy, exhausted to do much of anything once they got home. These moments caught between meetings and deadlines were all they have. Plus it would be kinda hot to have a quickie in the office.
Iruka rubbed his temples, evaluating the pros and cons before finally agreeing to the crazy whim. He swear he never saw Kakashi smile as wide as he did, scurrying back to his sleek black desk, fixing his attire, and setting his gaze on the laptop filled with random documents.
The brunette sat up on the sofa slightly confused now that it started. What was he supposed to do? Build a pole and strip like in his college days? Hopefully those… techniques and that one acting class would come in handy.
Iruka got off the couch, locking the office door, before awkwardly walking towards the desk with a sway in his hips and papers in his hand. He slammed the files on the surface and said,
"These need to be signed by 5:00, Mr. Hatake, sir."
Receiving a simple "hmm" from the silver haired man, Iruka stared at his broad shoulders, walking behind him and placing his hands there. Fingers began to kneed and rub the clothed flesh while leaning down and whispering into his ear, "Sir, you're so tense. Is it alright if I relieve some of the pressure?"
"I suppose it'll be alright. Don't try anything though, Mr. Umino."
Nodding, Iruka set to work, manipulating the knots into submission while Kakashi continued typing away as if the sexy brunette was simply doing his job. After a while, Iruka suggested the removal of his shirt from a strictly professional stand point of course. It's only natural to alleviate tension when half nude, right?
So Kakashi obliged, loosening his red tie in a slow and one could say seductive manner before pausing, and turning his chair around to face the blushing intern. "Why don't you do it for me instead?"
Iruka swallowed rather loudly, but soundlessly did so, brown eyes soaking up the toned muscle revealed to him. How the hell did the lazy bastard sit at a desk all day, AND maintain such a gorgeous body? Its black magic, Iruka was sure. Not that he could really voice that complaint while stripping his boss of the stuffy white shirt.
Bare chest now revealed, Kakashi straightened his back and waited for Iruka's fingers to work their magic. Which they did. The brunette ran his hands along the broad shoulders, digging his thumbs into the knots hiding underneath the skin until the silver haired man lay loose and relaxed like a stoner.
The oh so relieving feeling stirring inside him somehow translated to a hardening in his pants just thinking that his shy little dolphin was doing wonders on his body. Not that Kakashi planned to act on this. He's much to professional for that. No, he'll gladly wait til the end of time for his adorable intern to give in to his silent seduction once again like when he first started working there.
"Mr. Hatake," the intern whispered right against his ear. "Are you getting distracted?"
Kakashi almost choked on air, that was so sexy. If he was still wearing his shirt, he'd be tugging at the collar. "O-Of course not, Mr. Umi- Oh fuck it. Come here." The journalist swiveled around in his chair, pulling the brunette into his lap by the waist. Their lips met in a passionate lock while Iruka cheered in his head for winning. Any later and he would've given in.
The intern clutched his shoulders, drawing closer to the man in fear of falling off. Not that he had to worry about that any time soon. The way Kakashi embraced him as if he was holding onto life itself... no wonder Iruka fell in love.
A hand ran through silver locks, sneaky tongues joining the invigorating makeout. Somehow Kakashi managed to slip his fingers in Iruka's pants, groping his bare ass. God it's so exciting! Nothing screams 'kinky' like office sex. It was bound to happen, Kakashi undressing the brunette, exposing his lean body to the journalist's lips and hands. Wondering the dips and curves, Kakashi kissed and nipped at his collarbone and fondled his nipples, encouraging moans and gasps somehow resembling his name.
The brunette, not wanting to sit there like a blow doll, unbuttoned Kakashi's pants with shaking fingers. Digging into his boxers and fishing out the erection, Iruka stroked it into full hardness, receiving a groan buried in Kakashi's throat.
Turning his attention to the sexy uke in front of him, Kakashi reached in his drawer, retrieving a handy bottle of lube, and lathered his three fingers. The digits traveled down the arch in Iruka's back and appeared at his eagerly awaiting hole. The brunette tensed at the cold pressure against his bum, pausing his jerking when a single digit rubbed and pressed just right.
"Ahh~ Kakashi," the intern moaned, simply savoring the attention directed towards that sensitive spot. He bit his bottom lip when it slipped in, resting there for a moment before diving in and out. A second digit joined in it's exploration of his hole, scissoring occasionally, prodding here and there until the intern melted against his chest. Iruka rocked his hips towards the fingers for necessary friction, unconsciously riling his partner in to inserting the final digit.
Fingers jabbed and thrust inside, reaching deeper and deeper until the spongy bundle of nerves was struck. An orgasmic wail released form Iruka accompanied by his back arching and ass clenching. Kakashi's eyes rolled back from the erotic sight, deciding to just ravish that body right then and there. Ripping out the digits, Kakashi quickly lubed his member that strained between his clothed legs.
He held his shaft against the tight entrance, and pushed Iruka down by the hips. The hole struggled and resisted the head, but with a little coaxing finally breached. A bone deep shudder ran down Iruka's spine who tried adjusting to the member slowly diving inside of him. He exhaled a shaky breath once he was buried to the hilt, feeling his muscles tightening and loosening around Kakashi's shaft. The man beneath him grunted his name in bliss, not so patiently waiting for the approval to get this quickie on the go.
After a moment, Iruka's hips fidgeted with less pain than before, deciding to raise them just an inch before pressing back down with a deep shudder. Hands interlocked as Kakashi helped him with the rise and fall of his hips, a hand around one of the curves tracing random patterns on the silky soft skin. Both of them settled into the rhythm of their risky woohoo, increasing the pace until a pleasant slapping of skin and moans sounded every few seconds. Their heart beats throbbed at the same rate as their cocks, reveling in the satisfying feeling of two men making furious love in a place like this.
For kami sake, this was dirty. Iruka should've thought this out more carefully. Why else would Kakashi suggest a game in the first place? But those thoughts were out of sight and out of mind as the knot surely tightened in his abdomen and his hole stretched deliciously around the hot appendage currently stabbing into his prostate.
"Haa~ Ah, ahh! 'Kashi," he moaned in said man's blushing ears. "I-I'm so close, please. Make me cum."
There was a pause in the silver haired man's hips at the sound of his request before the hands on his hips slammed him down on his cock, Iruka arching his back like he was having an exorcism at the pounding his sweet spot recieved. A hand wrapped around his neglected shaft, sending him closer and closer to the edge. But it was Kakashi's voice whispering dirty things in his ear - "You look so fucking sexy, Iruka. God, I don't ever want to stop. Need you, baby. Fucking love you- that dragged him down the spiraling experience of an orgasm. Streams of his pearly seed landing on their chests, and somewhere in between his loud release of his lover's name, Kakashi came as well.
Thrusting a few more times to ride out the climax, the two fell limply against the other, strained pants and gasps of air now filling the room. The thick scent of musk needed to be febreezed after, but right now Iruka simply relaxed and savored Kakashi's warm heat slipping out of him and onto the tailored slacks. That is until the door's knob opened from a pair of unexpected keys and a loud shriek from Kakashi's assistance ruined the mood and stained the brunette's reputation for good.
Thanks for reading this saucy saucy lemon. And happy Journalism week! Review, favorite, the usual. Til the next fanfic ,freaky mustachios.