Title: Pranksters
Author: Sarcastic.Shinobi
Fandom: Naruto
Genre(s): Romance/Comedy
Rating: M (sexual situations)
Pairing: Iruka x Kakashi (Don't like, don't read. You've been warned)
Distribution: Please do not archive or repost w/o permission
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, don't make any $ writing about Naruto. T.T
Summary: Iruka decides that the only way Naruto will learn to stop pulling pranks is to teach by example. Kakashi is ordered to stop him, but finds himself irretrievably drawn to the troublesome chunin.
A/Ns: AUish, takes place before Naruto graduates. No relation to "A Fine Line Between." Please leave comments and constructive criticism! Thanks!!
Thanks to everyone whoreviewed/watched/faved the first part! I'm glad you were all amused! Yes, Iruka and his dirty mouth (ie, Ichidaime: motherfuckers!) get him into trouble this time around, too…
I corrected the Hatake/Kakashi faux-pas. (-embarrased sweat drop-). Again, not a Naruto expert… Thanks!
LEMON flavor in this chapter, more voyeurism. Muahaha.
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Part 2
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"You were doing an excellent job apologizing," he said, letting go of Iruka's hand to wrap one arm around his waist and to plant the other on the back of the ninja's head.
"I'm not at all sorry for the eye-patch," Iruka managed before Kakashi forced their lips together again.
The hand on the back of his head… Iruka liked that possessive touch. A past girlfriend used to do that to him, and it always drove him crazy. A man had never touched him like this, but that fact seemed insignificant as Kakashi's body melted underneath his own. Yes, underneath him. Without realizing it, he had borne Kakashi down to the couch, pressing himself against the older man, greedy for his contact.
Kakashi pulled away from him. Iruka was suddenly afraid that he had been too forward. Ready to apologize, to say, well, don't touch me like that, then… He was surprised when Kakashi simply said, "Look at me."
The mask had slipped down around his neck. His face was like ivory, marred only by a thin scar that ran diagonally across his mouth and down onto his chin. Iruka stared at the scar. It emphasized Kakashi's already full lips. Iruka had been so swept up in the kiss that he hadn't felt the decidedly unusual texture.
"You wear a mask to cover that up?" Iruka laughed. He touched Kakashi's firm, gently squared jaw. "Why? So your enemies won't immediately fall to their knees, asking to be your sex slave?"
That was too much.
The jonin had been hardening after the kiss, and hearing dirty words like "sex slave" fall from Iruka's pretty mouth made his erection desperately try to escape from his pants. He sat up, pulling Iruka with him, and roughly stripped off thechunin's vest.
Now straddling the older ninja, Iruka stared down at Kakashi's half-lidded, glazed eye. He smiled knowingly and kissed the other man again, this time biting gently at his mouth, swiping his tongue over each sting. Kakashi opened his mouth to let him explore. He groaned something unintelligible as Iruka's tongue slid over his.
This is insane, a wayward thought happened across Kakashi's fuzzy brain, we don't even know each other.
But there is something you understand.
And there was no denying the growing attraction.
Moving quickly, Iruka slipped his hands underneath Kakashi's shirt and his vest, intending to lift both off over his spiky head, but he stopped as his fingers made contact with the jonin's hot, velvety skin. Touching his skin was like touching an electric wire: jolts shot up his fingertips.
Kakashi gasped out loud. Iruka liked that sound.
The teacher's fingertips played against his stomach, over his chest; his mouth was now hot on his neck. Kakashi's hands fell onto Iruka's lean thighs. The younger ninja jerked but relaxed quickly, releasing a languid sigh into his ear. Kakashi molested Iruka's ass through his clothing, and moved back down his leg to grab one of his kunai.
"Too much between us," he murmured. "Too much."
He expertly sliced open Iruka's offending shirt. Then he watched, bedazzled, as a warm breeze made goose bumps appear on his perfectly tanned skin. Iruka looked down at him, breathing heavily, his pants low on his hips. He ran his fingers over the delicate skin there, loving the way it hugged the sharp bones. He groaned as he slipped his fingers into the loose waistband. Iruka's skin was so soft. Kakashi's cock ached.
Iruka took the weapon from Kakashi and dropped it on the floor. He remembered his previous goal and pulled Kakashi's shirt and vest off in one motion.
Then they were flush against each other, skin to skin. Kakashi grabbed Iruka's hips and angled him so that he could lean over him. He kissed along his tanned neck, gently biting the protruding ligament, and up to his ear. He ran his tongue delicately along the shell and sucked on Iruka's earlobe.
"If you think this is too fast," he whispered, his breath hot on the teacher's cheek, "don't tell me."
I don't want to,can't stop.
Gasping, the teacher writhed on his lap, slinging his arms tightly around the ninja, accidentally rubbing his groin against Kakashi's.
More electricity, much lower this time. Sparks ignited up and down their legs.
I'll show you fast, Iruka thought pointedly.
With Kakashi kissing him, Iruka let go only to undo the jonin's pants. He let out a surprised sound as the fly parted, and Kakashi's naked member was exposed.
"You really don't like underwear, huh?" He chuckled. He hesitated a moment, but bravely trailed his hand along the underside of his shaft.
Sweet torture. Kakashi felt need twisting inside him sharply, as if he had been run through with an iron sword. He forgot what words were, knew only Iruka, knew only this heat.
He tackled the teacher and roughly yanked off his pants and boxers, leaving his taut stomach and beautiful hips exposed. He drew himself up against him momentarily, making a noise akin to a growl. Iruka returned the sound. The naked length of their bodies, their joined heat, was driving him crazy… He started to reach for the older ninja, but Kakashi then stood up. He turned around, looking like marble in the dim light. Iruka sighed in appreciation.
Then, Kakashi wordlessly dropped to his knees and engulfed the teacher. Iruka's mind went blank. Sights, sounds, everything fell away. He was stunned, only conscious of Kakashi's mouth and tongue moving on his dick. Kakashi gripped one bare, golden knee, concerned when the teacher made no sound or motion of approval. He moaned happily when Iruka finally whimpered and gently twined his hands in his silvery hair.
The sound prompted Kakashi to stop and kiss the man's mouth.
"More," Iruka gasped.
Kakashi happily obliged.
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Outside, Asuma and Kurenai perched in Iruka's tree, mouths agape. Their plans to tie the teacher up, thus preventing him from causing more chaos—and allowing them to steal their candid picture—long forgotten.
"Oh. My. God." Kurenai breathed.
"I guess this means Iruka's found something better than pulling pranks. Whoever would have figured him for a top, though?" Asuma chuckled.
Kurenai frowned at him. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, just that he's not quite as masculine as Kakashi, so…" Asuma knew that he was heading into dangerous territory. His beautiful girlfriend growled, as beautiful kunoichi are apt to do at times.
"First of all, Iruka is just as masculine as Kakashi. You've seen him on a bad day, haven't you? Second, if someone is female or feminine, that means they should be on the bottom all the time? I guess some people just don't like variety…"
Asuma cringed at the thought of being condemned to a missionary-only sex life. "No, no, Kurenai! I like everything we do together. You want top, you got it, baby. Really."
She smiled at Asuma. "You're cute when you're scared."
Kurenai looked back at Iruka's apartment.
She watched Kakashi, face unfortunately obscured by a shadow, throw his head back and expose a fine, pale throat. Iruka leaned forward to kiss it. Kakashi moaned, then lunged forward and bit down on Iruka's shoulder. The younger ninja, whose hair had come loose from its tie, shifted so he could sweetly kiss his partner. He jerked his hips, and Kakashi released a guttural, unmistakable groan into his mouth.
"Oh. My. God." Kurenai repeated. The two men… hot. She felt her face—and other parts of her physique—burning.
"What, can you actually see what they're doing?"
"Yes." She turned to Asuma and gripped his arm. Her nose was slightly red. Was she about to have a nosebleed? "We're going home. Right now. Forget the picture."
"Home? Whose home?" he asked.
"Whichever apartment is closer," she said desperately. Asuma mentally blessed Kakashi and Iruka for leaving the window open and for being damn hot.
Leaning forward to let Kurenai kiss him, Asuma grinned, threw his arms around her, and teleported to her apartment.
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Morning came, casting bright yellow light across Iruka's living room. He rubbed his face, which was sticky with dried sweat.
Why am I in the living room?
He cracked his eyes and saw the papers strewn everywhere. The neat freak inside him almost had a panic attack.
"Relax," said a smooth, reassuring voice. "Remember, we're getting that Naruto kid to help us clean this up."
Us?
Remembering, he lifted his head from Kakashi's chest and smiled up at him. The jonin was naked except for the mask still hanging around his neck like a collar.
"No way," he whispered sheepishly. "Not after what we've done to my couch. I can't let a pre-genin see this. I have to throw this out now."
"So, it'll be just you and me then?" He lifted a white leg and used his toes to pull the curtains closed.
"You're quite talented," Iruka laughed.
"How do you think I got to be so legendary? Not every jonin can shut blinds with his toes, you know."
Iruka pulled away from Kakashi, ignoring the mildly unpleasant sensation as their skin, which had molded together overnight, peeled apart. "Look at me, Kakashi …"
Kakashi did as requested, smiling happily. His eye closed up into a crescent and he missed the hand sign Iruka performed. Something fell into his lap. "What's this?"
The heart had fallen off of his hitai-ite. He picked it up off of his bare leg and turned it over in his hand. "Good trick. How did you do that?"
"Old ninjutsu I created," Iruka replied, "to make my teachers' books stick together during class."
Kakashi murmured, leaning forward to nuzzle Iruka again. Heart still in hand, he gently curled his hands around Iruka's shoulders and started kissing his neck. "You really are a prankster, aren't you?"
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A/N's:
All right, there it is! First lemon. Although I think technically it's a lime since it isn't as graphic? I thought it would be fun to write, a nice break from my dramatic series, but it was quite difficult! Even with as short as this is, I was constantly asking myself, "Is this romantic? Believable? And still hot?" I guess I just need more practice! Muahaha. If you couldn't tell by Kurenai's rant (the stand-in fangirl, lol) I don't really like seme/uke relationships, especially with two strong personalities like Iruka and Kakashi. So if I do more romantic pairings, you can expect to see a lot of variety in their relationship from me. Is that good or bad, I don't know.
So, this is finished unless I decide to write a little Omake with Naruto helping clean all of Iruka's messes up. Hehehe. Thanks for reading!