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Chapter 8. Wherin Kakashi Becomes Iruka and Enjoys It, and the two begin to settle into their plan and it's the (WARNING!)NC-17 chapter after all, so be sure to skip the XsmutX if you know what's good for you!
It was an unusually trying afternoon for filming. Things broke, cues were missed, things got wet and stained and had insufficient dry and/or clean replacements for retakes. As Iruka jogged back to get more duct tape, he nearly jumped a mile as a particularly lush patch of clover called his name.
"Awp!" he hushed himself immediately, although there was no one in sight or earshot. "Kakashi?" he hissed.
The clover rustled. "Over here."
He's underground? That jutsu?
The clover swayed. "Ru."
Iruka pretended to adjust his sandal, bending down on one knee. "Ssst. Yes, it's me. Where are you?"
The clover blinked, puzzled that it was not obvious. After all, there was little greenery other than dry brush anywhere in the whole area. Sighing, the clover patch demonstrated its superiority by reshaping into a man not unlike Iruka himself. Actually, into the spitting image of himself. He had to admit he didn't look half bad, sprawled out in the sun relaxing like that. Twin pairs of root-beer-brown eyes smiled at each other.
"I'm getting duct tape. Go in the main door, then third door on the left, right wall top shelf. Two rolls. Take 'em to Raizou. He looks a bit like Gen, same clothes as us, he's got a glass tank - that's what the tape's for. I'm just assisting him today with whatever. Just do as he asks." Iruka shot quick glances about.
"Quit looking around like that, you look like a fugitive. Teleport to your room and get some rest. I'll be there as soon as I can." They took off in their respective directions.
The bearded dragon that hunted for insects near the two Irukas tweaked his spiny head and darted back to the set. Once at Higaara's feet it disappeared in a tiny puff of smoke. The redhead turned slowly to face the hill Iruka had disappeared over, armed with the transferred knowledge.
So, there was a complication. Perhaps something he could exploit to his own advantage.
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Kakashi instantly disliked Raizou. He looked like that damned Genma a little too much. And like Genma, he was way too chummy with his Iruka. He handed over the tape. Rai began to make up for not being able to make small talk earlier.
"Thanks," Raizou smiled. He was taping the broken lid onto the glass terrarium they had used before, now filled with tarantulas. "You weren't too heartbroken that we killed that one-eyed snake that was in love with you, were you?"
That didn't sound very damned good at all for an introductory comment. What was Iruka playing at with this guy, anyway? One-eyed snake, indeed. Obviously it was some inside joke. Iruka's love was very much alive and well. Kakashi gave him an inscrutable smile, trying to keep in mind that he wasn't wearing a mask.
"Hn." he replied. Uchiha-speak was such a useful language at times.
"You should have taken me up on dinner. You missed a great meal." Raizou gave him a warm, friendly look.
And you just might have to die if you ask Iruka out again, Kakashi decided thoughtfully. "Hn." He took the bolts of silk that the man now loaded him up with and followed dutifully.
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Once he was sure that the fake Iruka was well-occupied, Higaara stationed the assistant director to oversee the next scene's set-up and slipped away again. The look on Iruka's face when he teleported into the Leaf nin's room would have been humorous under better circumstances. The sudden transformation from happy and relieved to trapped and startled was priceless. Higaara put a finger to the chunin's paled lips.
"You," he hissed. "You will convince your conspirator to take over for you completely. Convince him that you must leave the compound in order to stay hidden, that you know of a safe place nearby. He must not be alarmed if he does not see you. He must continue to serve in your place for days if necessary without contact from you."
Iruka nodded mechanically. But then…if I'm not working the movie, and not here waiting for Kakashi…where will I be? Some private place, as his slave?
"You will meet me at midnight as planned, unless I tell you otherwise beforehand. Alone. And as before - no one can know." The redhead's look was different still from any Iruka had seen. His expression was one of deadly seriousness…and as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone.
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My my my…what a view. Kakashi was helping drape, twist and tangle swaths of colorful silk over and under the naked actors and actresses lying on the ground and across one another on a huge collapsed tent . Their bodies were Icha-perfect, and as he remembered the scene from the novel, he was a bit excited at what was to come next. He had to remind himself whose visage he held as the women and a few of the men licked their lips at him and brushed hands against him teasingly to ease their boredom as the scene was set up.
I'm certainly glad I got here in time to rescue Iruka from this unbearable torture!
He had to concentrate on the difficult task of not smiling too much. The requisite blushing was, by comparison, easy to reproduce in the henge. Since the job didn't require moving strenuously or using chakra otherwise, he was able to maintain Iruka's form seamlessly.
Another hand grazed him and he responded modestly, finishing up with the last length of red. Perhaps it was hasty to think he would just drag Iruka out of here. After all, this was sort of legit. Just a mission, really. Iruka could sit it out, have a nice rest, Kakashi was on personal leave anyway…and this was an Icha film! His favorite hobby in living color! Why let some annoying bastard of an actor spoil it all for them?
He was glad he hadn't told Iruka his plan to cut this short and take him back. Heck, knowing his chunin, the man would have thrashed him for suggesting that they bail out on a mission anyway. The important thing was that Iruka was no longer in danger of being humiliated or seduced by these people. Kakashi had everything under control. It would work out much better now if the mission went off successfully, with this minor substitution.
He stepped away, joining that Raizou guy again as they stood out of the frame. The copy-nin was anxious to make sure he had a clear view.
"Lock it down!" came the cry from Higaara as he stood scrutinizing the setup, taking back over from the assistant.
"Speed!" The cameras made barely perceptible operating noises.
"Action!"
Oh my! Just look at that action! Yes, just like the book. Iruka/Kakashi smiled, but just barely. Inner Kakashi beamed in delight. He would be unavoidably extra-enthusiastic for Iruka during their private time tonight.
The afternoon was uneventful other than the constant eyeful that made for one happy but tiring jounin. It did take effort to keep up the henge, and that damned annoying Raizou kept wanting him to do things that interrupted his watching, but all in all it might have been the best day he'd ever put in on a mission. As he helped wrap and tote the now-less-than-pristine-in-so-many-ways silk back for cleaning, Higaara came by and thanked him for his hard work. In a very civilized and respectful manner.
So had Iruka been mistaken? Damn, he hadn't had a chance to ask if the Obedient order had been invoked. Not likely, though, or Iruka would not have been free to trade places with him.
The sun had set and it was getting dark, the crews hauling everything in for the night. Kakashi dumped the dirty cloth on a cart and slipped away, making a beeline for Iruka's room.
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He went in quietly. The room was still and only a dim table lamp glowed in the corner. The jounin waited until he had the door shut and latched before he turned on the overhead light.
Iruka popped up from behind the box, which was now open and half-emptied onto the small side chair. The box had been full of camping equipment, brand new, a handy assortment of outdoor gear.
"Hey." the copy-nin greeted. Iruka gave him a wry look. Kakashi released the henge with a "Kai", shaking out his silver hair as if it had been in a hat, making sure it properly defied gravity. "What's all that?"
"I hadn't opened it before, but now I'm glad I did. This is stuff for next month, when we shoot over in the Loon Valley. But I think I can make use of it now. I almost got caught already today. I'm going to have to get out of the area for a while so I don't create suspicion."
Kakashi's brow knit in doubt. "Why can't you just lay low here? Your concealment techniques are more than adequate."
"Higaara's a ninja. I don't know just how skilled, or what the heck his story is, but he's good and if there's two of us here he'll figure it out."
"Iruka, he didn't bind you? Was it on the scroll?"
"No, he didn't. It wasn't there, just the orders to act in the movie. He wasn't serious about it. So things really are not as dire as I thought. As long as we aren't discovered, we're fine. So I came up with the idea of going camping for a while."
The sincere brown eyes looked untroubled, and the lone blue eye was watching them closely. Things had a different tone now. They could relax a little, then, because Kakashi was more than pleased to take over this mission; it seemed Higaara was behaving, so that murder would not be necessary; and Iruka loved camping with a passion. Sweet!
"So you think you ought to camp? That might be a problem, Iruka. You might be mistaken for missing nin." Kakashi didn't want to overlook anything in his enthusiasm.
"Wrong. I can henge into you and get Higaara to issue me, er, you a camping clearance for the area. They won't mind having the legendary Hatake Kakashi as an informal first line of defense outside the compound. They must know you're still around, it's not like you snuck in. Not that there's been any trouble. Things have all been pretty quiet here." Iruka smiled and took both the jounin's hands in his. "Too quiet. We can't make any noise here."
"We can in your tent," the copy-nin smiled, nuzzling into his favorite neck. "Animal noises. All…night…long."
The temperature in the room took a sharp turn upward. Kakashi had never seen Iruka spontaneously start sweating and shaking all at once from such indirect stimulation. The kiss that evolved from the nuzzling was hard and demanding. He attributed it to his own overload of desire, built-up from all those explicit visuals, swamping the poor chunin. His hands delved into private territory and decided he had been sorely missed today. They had matching rock-hard arousals already, and there was no one to bother them, as far as they knew, for a while.
Kakashi selected a wide canvas belt from the box and slid the canteen off of it. He folded it over twice, then brushed it against Iruka's lips.
"Just bite on this, baby," he purred. "Since we'll need to be quiet one more time."
Iruka bit into it forcefully, teeth snapping shark-like to test it and then tossed it on the bed as he began removing clothing from both of them with plucking, quick movements. Kakashi couldn't help the leer that plastered itself on his face at the rare display of such impatient aggression. He grabbed both sides of the brown head of hair roughly, forcing it slightly down and holding it still. So positioned, he snagged the hair tie in his teeth and ripped it out , watching the cascade of soft hair complete his partner's transformation from public to private when he let go. He couldn't believe just how hard Iruka was sweating already. The slick face was so incredibly sexy…and as they quickly finished peeling until nothing but slippery perspiration separated their boiling hot skin, they began sliding sensually against each other with greedy pressure and an uncharacteristic frantic urgency.
XXX Begin NC-17. Certain individuals must skip to the next bold XXX's (and you know who you are!)
"Damn, slow down, Iruka," Kakashi panted. "You'll get me off before we even get started."
But Iruka was sliding against him as if he were trying to penetrate the man's hard belly, humping into him hard and making way too much friction for the taller man's self-control to handle.
"You brat," Kakashi snarled, nipping hard on an ear and manhandling his way into a better position behind the grappling, grasping man. Gaining the upper hand, he wrestled them both onto the bed and obligingly cramming the canvas belt back into his partner's mouth. He barely came away with all of his fingers and the menacing growl that issued around the material went straight to his groin. Strong pale hands slid up and captured both tanned wrists, moving his weight to force their bodies forward.
That was more like it, Iruka's bare ass invitingly in the air and his face planted in the mattress. He was able to keep him there with one hand, which of course inferred consent, because one hand couldn't possibly contain the fiery chunin if this wasn't to his liking.
Kakashi used spit and every ounce of his self-control to at least get them somewhat ready before penetrating deeply with one slow, steady, intrusion of his entire length, pushing forcefully to get as far in as humanly possible and then maintaining hard, steady pressure. The pressure made his partner's ass restless and greedy in response very quickly; it was a calculated move, because they were both pretty far along, and they wouldn't get in any really hard driving unless they got to it early in the action. It was what they both ached for right now, attuned to one another's desire, to each other's body and level of response.
The growl increased in volume and intensity, sounding angry and impatient. Kakashi obediently pulled out carefully before driving back in, sliding just slightly more than they were sticking, knowing they were going to be regretting the insufficient lubrication - but only in the aftermath. Neither one of them was willing to stop now.
Iruka was pushing back hard and they slapped together with force each time the jounin hilted into the hungry opening, trying to aim and be considerate but not getting any cooperation from below. It took both of the chunin's hands hanging onto the bed to keep them hammering together instead of bouncing wildly.
There was no time to add finesse as they increased speed, Kakashi grabbed a fistful of long dark hair in one hand for control and leverage, reaching around with the other to pump the straining cock in hopes of milking it into cumming soon, because he wasn't going to be able to hold off much longer.
"Let it go for me, your hot ass is too much. I want to feel you cum, baby, so you can feel me shoot your ass full…" he rumbled dirty nothings as quietly as he could in the reddened ear, angling it to his lips by pulling the fistful of hair to one side.
Yup, that did it, perfectly timed dirty talk, and the head of hair he was pulling on arched back and hot juices squirted on his hand, giving him permission to gush his own release into the shuddering, clenching ass.
They collapsed, Iruka spitting out the belt, panting face down on the bed.
XXX End NC-17 You have wisely avoided gratuitous imitation Icha-style writing. Carry on. XXX
Kakashi gave a snarling love-bite to the sweaty back of his lover's neck. Through it all, he never noticed the subtle movements that, in spite of the seemingly random body shifts and positions, served to assure that he never had an angle that would bring the kanji branded into his lover's left side into view.
"You must have really needed that," he said quietly, still breathing heavily. "Where's that attitude coming from?"
Iruka didn't answer, just reached back and rubbed his hip with a calmer, more affectionate touch. It slowly dawned on Kakashi that Iruka hadn't made an attempt to speak - he hadn't really expected him to keep the belt in his mouth the whole time. They had to be quiet, but not silent. Very uncharacteristic, as was the untender nature of the tender exchange they'd just had. They both winced when he pulled out, sore and raw.
He kissed rather than bit the tanned neck this time. "You doing okay?"
A sigh was the only answer. He started feeling like his unease might be justified.
"Hey. Is something wrong?" He rolled off and went down to his knees beside the bed to get a look into those big brown eyes. It was the best way to check. Even if he tried to hide it, Kakashi could still see it if something was bothering him.
Iruka looked at him and shook his head. His eyes looked okay, sort of. The expression wasn't troubled, but it also didn't seem to quite fit. His usual afterglow look was nowhere to be seen. Maybe it was all the stress of the situation. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to have sex here when they were both in non-tender mode. It had seemed a little impersonal in a way, and their precious intimacy was most personal thing in the world.
Kakashi kissed the tip of the scarred nose a little sadly. Had Iruka learned how to hide his troubles from showing in his eyes somehow? Was he pulling away, putting up walls? Had that careless obscene gesture done some damage, and if so how much, and could it be fixed?
But the sated smile that finally broke across the moist chunin's face stuffed the stars back up in the sky and planted the universe back in its proper place. "You sexy bastard. No wonder I love you ," Iruka whispered.
Kakashi grinned like a fool in relief and rewarded Iruka with an annoyingly wet tongue licking across his cheek.
Iruka made a face and swiped the saliva off with the back of his hand. "I'm wet enough already, thanks to you."
"You're welcome. Come back any time."
Iruka braced himself on a pale shoulder to crawl off the bed and staggered to the bathroom to take a shower. Kakashi flopped down to fill the vacancy and waited patiently on the bed for his turn, gingerly touching himself to see just how raw he'd been rubbed. He flinched at just a touch. That was too raw to try going two at a time for clean up. No use doing the one guy drowns/one guy freezes thing if it wasn't going to evolve into their usual shower play.
By the time Iruka finished, emerging fully dressed, it was close to ten.
"I should finish getting ready and go view the day's scenes with Higaara," Iruka sighed, ruffling the towel in his hair one last time before starting on it with a brush.
"Maybe. I'm a little beat right now, but I could put up the henge if I need to. You don't think this could be trouble?"
"No, this is one time he always behaves." Iruka banded his hair and smiled thinly. He straightened his fresh shirt before turning back to face his handsome lover. When the jounin stood to head for his turn to clean up, Iruka wrapped him in a tight hug.
"Are we starting again, sensei?" Kakashi growled bravely, conveniently naked. "I thought you were sore."
Iruka shook his head, not quite coming up with a smile.
"Just saying goodbye. I need to get going. Get cleaned up and get some rest. It'll be a long day holding that henge tomorrow."
With a kiss, the chunin backed out of the hug and headed for the door. He paused as Kakashi went into the bathroom and waited for the water to start, listening with envy for the lucky droplets that would caress his love in his absence.
The attempt to convey that something was wrong was a flop. Every time the action got a little too far out of their usual boundaries, Iruka was compelled to bring things back towards their normal ways. Kakashi may have noticed things were a little different; but given the situation they were in, it would be easy to explain away.
And now, the last thing he wanted to do, he did nonetheless. He headed out the door to meet with Higaara.
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