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A/N: ch.3 notes For those of you not into Mizuki Iruka moments, (MizukIruka sex) please consider skipping this chapter. However you'll be missing some interesting insights if you do. :D
I don't know why, but I have a weakness for Mizuki. Maybe it's the insanity card or maybe because there is some tiny little part of him that was once a loving and kind person, or maybe he was just a really good actor, I don't know. Maybe I just love him because he's so freaking twisted. Its not often you run across characters like Mizuki. He's fascinating to me. End A/N
Pairing: (eventual) Iruka/Kakashi
Mizuki is also in the story. Things are a little on the AU side.
WARNING: Het and Slash, Yes, this is another slash, m/m coupling fic. Turn back now. Please read no further and do not flame me if you are not a fan of Yaoi or Slash. If you've read this, you've been duly warned.
Please pardon some of the strange formatting. FFnet's formatting thing seems to like to make document formatting a pain and screwy.
Made of Honor
Written by: Jazzy
SLIGHTLY REVISED VERSION (5/10/2008)
CHAPTER THREE
Mizuki picked him up like he promised, on time and in clothes that made Iruka blush and compliment his friend on how handsome he looked. Mizuki smiled warmly at the compliment thinking his plans for the night were going to go off without a hitch. Soon he'd have Iruka bent over with that lovely tight black skirt of his hiked up above his waist, tight backside begging for it.
Mizuki licked his lips in anticipation of the evening. Iruka was always sexy and slutty when he was drunk. Of course the downside of that condition was that Iruka never remembered the night before.
Iruka always had repressed amnesia or something when the morning came. He always created some lie his mind could believe and Mizuki simply went with it. He didn't want a relationship with Iruka that he didn't already have. He liked the one night stands, the drunken sex, no strings attached, no expectations, no complicated relationship to nurture, just simple, mindless, drunken, animal sex.
Iruka was of course oblivious as usual. Iruka was dressed in a more conservative kimono with his hair pinned by decorative intricately patterned and painted wide combs, vines of white blossoms were tucked into layers of woven brown and black highlighted hair. Mizuki was slightly disappointed that Iruka was not wearing his kunoichi outfit from earlier that day, but the kimono was very flattering on Iruka and did little to keep Mizuki from wanting Iruka.
The Dinner
The night was awkward for both Mizuki and Iruka as Kagome's blind date for Iruka was left without a date for the evening. Kagome's parents were at the table along with many other friends and family members. Mizuki was charming as usual and many liked him. He was after all from a good family background and he was talented and he had ambition unlike Iruka.
Kagome introduced her friend Shiouri to Iruka. "Shiouri is an artist and a poet from the Hidden village of Ocean, he's the jounin, I spoke to you about."
"Kagome-chan, I am honored you refer to me as jounin but I am a humble samurai from a humble family."
Kagome blushed. "sorry, I keep forgetting!"
Shiouri smiled kindly at her then turned his attentions fully on Iruka. "It is good to meet you at long last Iruka-Sensei. Kagome-chan has spoken of you often. Are you by chance descended from a water clan?" Shiouri had clear blue eyes and dark brown and russet hair. He stood tall and graceful, well he seemed taller than he actually was, only an inch or so taller than Iruka. His accent was beautiful on the ears.
Shiouri seemed nice and was rather handsome. Iruka blushed when their hands met in a good natured handshake. "Y-yes, m-my family is from water, originally, my grandfather came to the Leaf and took a small percentage of the clan with him." Something about Shiouri made Iruka feel warm.
Iruka was an unconscious flirt.
Mizuki scowled darkly before covering it up with a charming smile of his own.
Shiouri smiled warmly. He seemed reluctant to let Iruka out of his company.
Iruka bore the evening well, trying to lose himself in Kagome, Shiouri, and Mizuki conversations, and trying to delve up information on Kagome's fiancé. The fiancé was absent on a mission but a few of his family was present and they were more than willing to talk about him with Iruka's gentle curious demeanor, he would have made a great interrogator.
Mizuki smirked behind his wine glass as Iruka wove his spell on the table around them. Iruka had learned a lot from his genin sensei, Ibiki Moreno. People trusted Iruka instinctively and his demeanor was never threatening. People were always confident around him. They never seemed to realize just how cunning or intelligent Iruka really was.
The meal was large, expensive and filling. Wine was also served. Their wine glasses were never empty. Iruka grew tipsy and found himself often leaning against Mizuki and touching his arm, heat growing in his eyes. Mizuki smiled warmly at him and gently under the table encouraged Iruka's amorous mood with simple caresses to his thighs and every once in a while a bold stroke to the hardening flesh between those bronze thighs.
"Iruka-chan, we should go home now. I think you've had your limit, hmm?" insisted Mizuki seeming like a friend, full of concern but in Mizuki's eyes was heat that matched Iruka's.
Warning, Warning, Warning
Sex Mizuki Iruka Sex.
Skip me Or Go Forward
Sex MizukIruka Sex.
They made it to a dark alley and hid behind something large, then they were all over each other like a couple of tom cats in heat. Iruka moaned and fell to his knees licking and mouthing Mizuki's hardness through his slacks before unzipping and grinning appreciatively when he noticed Mizuki was commando, making things easier for him to suck and lick and gather enough wetness to make Mizuki's cock acceptable for penetrating him.
"Please" he begged. "please Mizu, please." He panted. "Gotta have it, gotta have it now."
Mizuki smiled wide. "of course you do my Ru-chan." He whispered, teasing Iruka's wide spread legs, listening to Iruka's whimpers and felt satisfied to feel Iruka arch his back and lift his bum up demandingly against Mizuki's slick hardness in such a good begging manner, pre-cum dribbled and ran down from the tip of his erection. He rubbed it against Iruka encouraging Iruka to beg him some more for the final outcome of this evening's activities.
"Please." Gasped Iruka shivering from the blatant show of desire Mizuki had for him. "please.' He begged. "Fuck me." He almost sobbed.
"Such a good little slut." Mizuki cooed and then pounced and pounded Iruka without mercy, enjoying the tightness of the body under him, slammed against the slick alley wall.
Iruka whimpered and then at last wept with pleasure as his carnal cravings were at long last taken care of.
After the first round they then walked drunkenly and momentarily sated, arms around each other, swaying as they walked to Mizuki's home. Iruka staggered and limped a little from the after effects of the earlier fucking.
They shared sweet kisses and bold groping as they made their way to Mizuki's home.
All too soon Iruka was once more slammed against a hard surface, the oak of the door to Mizuki's home. Iruka lifted his legs and wrapped them desperately and eagerly around Mizuki's waist.
Mizuki groped and kissed him, fingers digging into the strong globes of Iruka's backside. Teeth gnashed and tongues licked and danced with one another and trailed along moist sensuous lips. Mizuki savored the heat building between them. Diving into Iruka's mouth was like having his tongue go swimming in a hot spring of wine, beer, and sake and of course Iruka's own taste, ramen.
Mizuki keyed the lock and released the security measures then he continued to passionately kiss and grope Iruka senseless, carrying Iruka into his home then yanked Iruka's clothes off strewing them all throughout the living area and hallway until they reached the bedroom where he continued to fuck Iruka throughout the rest of the night until early dawn.
End Sex Part
You skipped me!
The Morning After
The next morning Iruka made breakfast and coffee and tea for both he and Mizuki. He thought he owed Mizuki for taking him home and taking care of him last night. Mizuki was always good like that. Always looking after him. Making sure he had a place to stay where he was safe when he was drunk.
Mizuki was such a good friend to him. He felt so guilty about shamefully making a fool of himself in public. He knew that he and drink never got along well and yet every now and then he just had to go and have a bender. He ached in places he'd forgotten existed and yet he felt strangely tingly and bone deep relaxed, like he'd had sex recently. Of course waking up naked was not unexpected, nor unusual, after he'd had so much to drink. He was so embarrassed that his clothes had landed every where and made a mess of Mizuki's home.
Iruka would make someone a good wife someday, Mizuki observed appreciatively. Iruka was skilled in and out of bed. Mizuki loved it when Iruka stayed over. It was times like this he wished he could get Iruka drunk more often. Iruka was good in the kitchen and a good homemaker. Mizuki's house was picked up and tidied and dusted, even the windows had been cleaned and shined, as did the dishes on the drain board.
Iruka was dressed in an apron and one of Mizuki's long shirts. Long hair swaying seductively down his back in a shower of brown and obsidian waves. Mizuki's eyes were transfixed. He ached again to bend Iruka over the nearest counter or the table and take Iruka again and again. His fingers itched to tangle themselves in his silken hair. Iruka looked best dressed in Mizuki's shirt, smelling of Mizuki's shampoo and soap.
Mizuki's teeth suddenly ached to bite into Iruka's neck and mark Iruka for all to see and make Iruka open his eyes to his drunken activities. But Mizuki knew the rules. Iruka pretended amnesia and perfect straightness except when he was drunk and wanton and begging for it like a hot and ready tramp.
Mizuki's eyes smoldered. Iruka mistook the expression and smiled sheepishly then placed a plate full of breakfast in front of his friend. Mizuki quickly hid his desired behind a neutral yet warm morning smile of appreciation for Iruka's efforts at breakfast making.
Iruka beamed as Mizuki dug into his breakfast after a couple of hearty bites Mizuki thanked him. Then continued to dig in with an unusual hunger that made Iruka slightly uneasy for some reason.
After breakfast and a light bit of conversation they parted ways.
Iruka transported home changed his clothes. Dressed once more in kunoichi clothes, he then hurried to the academy. His class was once more a jungle of wild little pre-genin and genin. Lazy jounins dropping off their responsibilities on to Iruka. Not that Iruka didn't like and appreciate seeing his old class and the young ones could definitely learn a thing or two from the mixed class as well as the genin themselves brush up on things they may have forgotten or not have paid much attention to before.
The mixed class was such a test for his skills and abilities. The kids loved testing him. They loved trying to make him lose his temper. More often then not they were very successful at it.
Today his desk was filled with picked wild flowers, cards of devotion, (mostly false, Iruka was sure) and small treats also shows of affection though some were obvious pranks, a caramel apple with a realistic candy worm sticking out of it, rubber spiders, rubber frogs, and rubber lizards, were laying in wait for Iruka's reaction as if Iruka would shriek like a little girl if nasty spiders and things were crawling on his desk, ha! He was a man! Besides he didn't believe in harming creatures or children.
Well, torment was something altogether different from harm, really; it was called building character and a healthy sense of respect. Iruka grinned as the class groaned and whined when they made their twentieth lap around the training field. While his kids ran laps he read the inventive cards with their little poems and limericks, touched by some of the sweet words, laughing at the jokes within the others and frowning at some of the lame ones.
Each card and candy was packaged carefully then tied with a ribbon for keepsakes then transported to his keepsake chest at home where he kept all mementos from each of his classes. He loved his students. He loved that they left him memories for him to keep forever safe in his chest at home.
After his classes were done for the day he then made his way to the Hokage tower and the missions' desk.
Missions' Desk
Jaws dropped, Iruka blushed angrily and Genma lost his senbon this time.
"What?! None of you ever seen a man in a skirt before?" Iruka demanded waspishly.
Izumo and Kotetsu ducked into the file room. Iruka in a temper was fun sometimes but only when he was yelling at other people. Jounin quickly checked in their missions scrolls and Iruka gave them looks of censure if they so much as tried to comment on his new look. Their so-called blackmail schemes had no effect on Iruka what-so-ever and their dreams of bossing Iruka around went up in a pile of smoke. Iruka was out and about and he wasn't keeping his kunoichi sisde in the closet.
"Yeah, that's right people, move along, hand in your reports. No blackmail able to get used against this openly tranvestite person at this time. So be good little jounin and hand in your missions reports!"
As clueless as ever and as usual Kakashi had found something new to tease and taunt the chunin with. Though it didn't seem to have the desired effects that it usually got him.
"You look elegant today, Iruka-sensei. Are the little ones learning tea-ceremony?"
Kakashi Hatake his eye curved up in its customary amused U shape as the chunin fumed and burned his less than adequate report.
"Do it over." Growled Iruka, ignoring the comment on his present dress. "My pre-schoolers could do better than you and they do!"
Kakashi shrugged, turned another page in his Icha Icha. Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura stared at the changed Iruka. Naruto was thinking really hard on what it was that was different about his old sensei.
"Hey, Iruka Sensei, did you change your look?"
Iruka blinked. He looked long into Naruto's eyes. Was Naruto truly that dense? He sighed.
"Why, yes, Naruto I did." Iruka replied, clearly trying to keep his tone pleasant and polite.
"Why?" asked Naruto, curiously.
Iruka's temper was fraying so he took a deep calming breath then answered. "There are some things in this life that you are still too young to fully understand. Just know this look is not permanent."
"Are you being punished, Iruka-sensei?" persisted Naruto.
Iruka looked up at the heavens. He wanted to shout, Yes, the Gods are punishing me! But he didn't. He looked at Kakashi who was now looking at Iruka in a whole new light. Iruka couldn't explain the sudden growing blush on his cheeks and warmth of his ears.
"Uh, no." (YES) Iruka shuffled his papers, glared at Kakashi. "Hatake, have that report into me no later than tomorrow evening at five. If you come later than that I will not be here. I have another stupid wedding party I have to go to. In fact I get to plan a wedding shower for my friend Kagome-chan. I am her maiden of honor." At the peculiar look the jounin was giving him Iruka bristled. Then threatened. "Laugh at that, laugh at me, and I can promise you, d-rank missions till your genin become Jounin, understand me?"
Kakashi shivered. He knew Iruka could do it if anyone could pull the strings Iruka-sensei could do it. No one ever said no to Iruka Umino. No one. The chunin practically had everyone eating out of the palm of his hand. He had so much power but never seemed to use it but rarely.
"Five O'clock?" asked Kakashi, in a muffled voice.
"Yes, no later." Insisted Iruka, glare of promise of doom in his eyes.
Inner Kakashi eeped and quaked in his cool Jounin boots. Outside Kakashi remained calm and seemingly unperturbed. Iruka was scary. But dressed up Iruka was so sexy.
Kakashi leered for a moment or two at the oblivious chunin, feeling his mouth salivate at the edible Kunoichi outfit adorning his broad strong shoulders and leaving little to the imagination about the shape of his chest and arms.
He'd never seen Iruka looking anything as sexy as this before. Not that the Chunin didn't have his moments in a pair of regulation pants. Iruka's ass was lovely in a pair of pants and those pants showed some well muscled thighs that gave many a wet dream. Kakashi adored taunting the usually stuttering and blushing tempestuous scandalized Chunin. Iruka never ceased to be amusing.
Kakashi had never looked at Iruka with quite this much lust before but that day was the beginning of a growing sensation within Kakashi Hatake, Son of the Legendary White Wolf, Sharingan user, fearsome x-Anbu member and all around Konohagure idolized shinobi. It was suddenly an obsession.
Iruka Umino consumed Kakashi's brain even for a moment overpowered his deep commitment to Itcha-Itcha Paradise, well maybe not totally overpowered, more like a momentary slip of the scales of balance but Itcha-Itcha always wins in the end. But maybe Kakashi could have both?
He momentarily dreamed of a bedroom with him and his little chunin dolphin, slick and naked under the covers from hours of long appreciative loving to comfortable snuggling, his Iruka in his arms and together sharing Itcha-Itcha, reading a paragraph to each other, savoring Iruka's blushes and trembling lips.
Iruka Umino had just collared the lone wolf and Kakashi was going to give him the leash to that collar, his heart strings.
Iruka snared Kakashi with his teacher's gaze of censorship. Iruka's intuition was yelling at him that Kakashi was thinking things better left unasked but somehow making Iruka feel too warm for the missions' desk. That jounin was positively indecent! Iruka glared at the pervert's crinkling smiling eye.
The jounin jauntily teleported his scarecrow's long and skinny figure away from the Hokage tower and away from the smoldering gaze of the one he would capture for his own.
Have recently made acquaintances with a movie known as Howl's Moving Castle… Can I just say, WOW, fantastic film! It even stands up on small screen. It was almost like watching it on the big screen. That Film is truly a work of genius and art! I am raving about this film. It was fantastic! Howl's Moving Castle, must see. It's a MUST.
Also, recently watched Forbidden Kingdom staring Jackie Chan and Jet Li. Well, what can I say, it was like watching the Never Ending Story only in Japanese style… sorry, Chinese style, since Jackie Chan and Jet Li are from China. :D
Forbidden Kingdom was a fun film if you leave expectations out side. Frankly I liked it, but I noticed not many of the other film goers seemed to care much for it. I know I'm going to buy it when it's out on DVD.
I liked it a lot for the artistic and martial arts appeal. It was beautiful though not as beautiful as the Black Scorpion, House of Flying Daggers, Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, and other such films. Still it had its moments and some interesting humor as well as some great make-up and FX. Forbidden Kingdom is Fun (to me, it was fun) and that's about all I can say about it. :D