AN: I apologize for the delay. I've been suffering from a major lack of motivation these last few weeks, despite all the wonderful feedback I've gotten from you, my readers. I think after I finish this story, I'm going to take a little break from fanfics until my motivation comes back. I will finish this story, though.
On a more positive note, if you're into NaruSasu, (or if for some weird reason you want to read about my life), I have two NaruSasu one shots that can't be found on If you want to read those, they are available on ShinobiSex (http/ community .livejournal .com/ shinobisex/) or on my lj page, Demonrubberduck (http/ demonrubberduck .livejournal .com/) minus the spaces.
One more thing: I was planning on skipping some of the smut, but since so many of you wanted it continued, I'll try to throw in a little more.
The Curse
Chapter 9
Iruka hissed from the cold as Kakashi snaked his hand under the waistband of his boxers and seized him. Kakashi didn't know how his hands could be cold when his whole body was on fire, but then again Iruka's cock burned, so maybe they were. No matter; Kakashi would warm Iruka up soon enough.
The two shinobi were still standing in the middle of Iruka's living room, Kakashi firmly pressed to Iruka's back. The Copy Nin licked the chuunin's neck and led him back to the couch. He tossed the sensei on the couch and divested him of his pants and boxers while the younger man was still groaning for the loss of his touch. Then the jounin stripped him of his vest and shirt, so he could enjoy every inch of Iruka's skin. The hair-tie was tossed away too, just because.
Finding Iruka to be properly attired at last, Kakashi straddled him and began the arduous task of warming his hands on Iruka's heated flesh. He ran fingers through the chuunin's fine brown hair, rubbed circles around his hardening nipples, traced scars across his chest and lower. Finally, deciding his hands were sufficiently warm and Iruka had waited long enough, Kakashi lowered himself down between the sensei's legs. His hands wrapped around the base of the pulsing cock, and his tongue swept down to lick the tip.
Kakashi was doing this for Iruka, of course, but he had been expecting a positive reaction from the other man to spur him on. A moan or a gasp or a shout of "Oh, Kakashi, you're a SEX GOD!" would have been nice. Instead, the Man of a Thousand Jutsu found himself being wrenched away from Iruka's manhood. He looked up at Iruka, who was shaking his head.
Fine. No mouth. If it was hands Iruka wanted, it was hands Iruka would get. Kakashi formed a hand seal, and two kage bunshins appeared with a pop. The original Kakashi went back to work, massaging Iruka's cock with his hands and exploring his mouth with an adventurous tongue. The clones eagerly provided their extra hands to further pleasure Iruka, by squeezing his nipples, caressing his thighs, and just touching him everywhere.
Now there were plenty of moans and gasps and other encouraging sounds for Kakashi. He smirked into Iruka's mouth as the other whispered urgently 'Don't ever stop this, I need you, don't stop!'
'I don't plan on it.' Kakashi thought.
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When Kakashi left Iruka's apartment, well past noon, he was in a considerably better mood than he was when he'd entered. It might be attributed to the nap he'd taken (curled up around Iruka, both shinobi still panting from their activities), or the meal he'd eaten (a hearty brunch, reheated and still encompassing the entirety of Iruka's table), or the hot shower he'd grabbed in between (crowded with two people in the tiny stall, but still the best shower he'd ever had). Ok, knowing Kakashi, the mood was due entirely to the sex, but those other things sure didn't hurt matters…
It was one of those days, Kakashi decided, that you could honesty say you could die on with no regrets, perfectly happy. 'Except if this is what I have to look forward to every day, then I'm not planning on dying any time soon.'
The silver-haired jounin headed straight for the mission room. He'd been out of commission all week, and Tsunade would probably be his personal slave-driver for the next month because of it. Not that Kakashi cared, of course. With Iruka's good-bye kiss still fresh on his lips, Kakashi was ready for any mission Konoha could throw at him; he was invincible.
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Iruka couldn't throw the feeling that people were staring at him as he walked down the street. Usually the people he knew would greet him, and the parents of his students would wave, but today it felt like everyone was turning around and looking at him, as if they knew he just spent the morning committing indecent acts with one of the village's most infamous ninja.
What Iruka didn't realize, though, was the reason people were staring. The chuunin was practically floating down the street, lips turned up in a face-splitting grin, skin almost glowing. As he went passed, the men would nod in salute of this man who most certainly had just gotten laid, while the women giggled to each other and squealed "Iruka-sensei's in love!"
"I wonder who it is?" They'd whisper to one another. On the other side of the village, signing the papers for a solo, A-rank mission, Kakashi sneezed.
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Iruka sighed as he filed his first bundle of papers at the mission room. He wanted to make dinner for Kakashi (because the jounin was frighteningly skinny, not just because he wanted an excuse to lure than man into his house so more ravishing could occur), but the Copy Nin had taken an A-ranked mission and wasn't expected back until the next day. Chuunin weren't usually privy to the going-ons of jounin, but Iruka was a Mission Room worker. Curiously enough, the paperwork for Kakashi's mission had been waiting at his desk when he'd arrived.
Iruka reassured himself that nobody knew, even if Tsunade-sama had peeked in when he'd arrived and giggled when she saw him smiling and glowing.
The day went by slowly. To pass the time between handing out missions and filing the paperwork (ninja seemed to come in flocks to get their assignments, so sometimes he'd be buried in work, other times he'd have nothing to do), Iruka read over the description for Kakashi's mission and mentally calculated when he'd be back. Maybe it was just Iruka's optimism speaking, but he thought the jounin would be back in time for lunch tomorrow. They could have a picnic, he decided. Yes, a picnic…somewhere secluded, where Kakashi could take off his mask and Iruka could steal kisses whenever he wanted to.
Iruka sighed again. Time was passing so slowly! He mentally packed his picnic basket…then repacked it…then decided on a new location…and made alternate plans in case it rained. Then he asked every poor shinobi and kunoichi that came through his line whether they thought it would rain tomorrow. As the answered, he'd glance longingly at the clock and sigh again.
"Damn it, Iruka, go home already!" Genma shouted after his fifteenth sigh. "If you do that ONE MORE TIME, I'm gonna snap!" Iruka looked up and blinked.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about, but if there's something bothering you, you don't have to hang out here. Unauthorized ninja generally aren't supposed to be here if they don't have a mission." Iruka pointed out.
"Arg! You don't even realize you're doing it! It's sickening!" Genma covered his face with his hands and shook his head, mumbling about damn love-sick chuunin.
"Worse than Kakashi." He muttered around his senbon.
Hearing the name, Iruka fell into daydream-mode again. "I wonder when he'll get back…" he whispered.
Genma groaned and fled the mission room, feeling like he'd been smothered in syrup.
(AN: you know, sickeningly sweet?)
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The mission Kakashi took was a pretty routine one: travel at devastating speed to an enemy country, evade countless poison-laced traps and high-ranking guards, steal the hidden scroll of secrets that was wired to self-destruct should it be jarred, and escape intact. Hardly worth his time.
Kakashi had chosen the mission because, out of the stack he'd chosen from, it was the only one that wasn't tediously time-consuming. If he did it right, he'd be back in Konoha by midnight. And oh did he have better things to do than steal scrolls! The new Icha Icha Movie was opening this weekend, and Kakashi had only five days to convince Iruka to go with him. They'd sit in the infamous back row of the darkened theatre and watch the movie and get inspired by its pornographic genius.
Looking back on it, Kakashi admitted that it would have been wise to pay a little more attention to the task at hand, rather than speculating on how many scenes he and his chuunin would get through before 'inspiration' struck.
The Copy Ninja had navigated through the mansion he was infiltrating and past its deadly traps on autopilot. Poised over the scroll, though, he'd overlooked the guard hidden in the shadows. His survival instincts were the only thing that kept him from taking a kunai through the eye. He dodged without conscious thought, which was all well and good until he set off the trip-wire there and sent a spray of poisoned senbon at himself. Being an elite jounin, he whipped out a kunai and deflected them, but they did cause a momentary delay that allowed the guard to escape and raise the alarm.
Kakashi grabbed the scroll and snatched it out of its booby-trapped case before if could explode. The scroll made it safely into Kakashi's waterproof vest pocket; Kakashi's hand, the one that had been holding the case, though, was badly scorched. He wouldn't be throwing any kunai from that hand for a while.
As he was running out of the mansion (he made his own door, courtesy of Chidori, to escape his pursuers and also to spite them for hurting his hand and interrupting a perfectly good Iruka-fantasy; 'Redecorate THAT!' inner-Kakashi screamed), he stepped on one of the poisoned senbon, which skewered his sandal and pierced his foot. His foot immediately went numb. Kakashi kept running, albeit a little lopsidedly.
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Iruka rose from his chair and stretched. His shift was finally over! Iruka didn't care to go back to his empty house just yet, but he was still excited that the time had finally passed.
"I'm going to go shopping!" He declared, although the room was empty. Iruka had made a shopping list in his head while he'd waited for the last hour to creep by. He'd used up most of what he had in his refrigerator to make breakfast; if he planned on having a picnic ready for Kakashi when he got back from his mission, he needed ingredients. And maybe he'd buy a new shirt while he was out. The other teachers at the Academy were always telling him how nice he'd look in civilian clothes (especially when he came dressed in his uniform on Casual Fridays; he'd explained that he didn't own anything else, but they'd just ignored his protests). Something with buttons, he decided, stomach churning with anticipation of Kakashi unbuttoning it.
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Kakashi flopped down into a shrub to hide from his pursuers. They were lower level than he was, but they were persistent and numerous and not slowed down by poison like he was.
The jounin pulled a syringe from his vest and located an artery to push it into. The poison wasn't fatal; Kakashi had built up an immunity to most of the killing poisons, and carried the antidotes for the rest. This one was merely a tranquilizing poison. His leg was out of commission and he could feel the affects climbing upward still. It would have been better to stop sooner and counteract the drug, but like he said, the ninja chasing him were stubborn. It had taken him nearly an hour to gain enough of a lead to risk this small stop.
Ears with a dog's sensitive hearing detected movement, so Kakashi stowed away the empty needle and hoisted himself up, still resting most of his weight on his uninjured leg. He didn't have time to wait for the antidote to kick in. Kakashi channeled chakra into his good leg and gave an awkward hop that propelled him into the trees.
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Iruka curled up in his bed and tried to sleep. He had every reason to be tired; he'd spent the day in the mission room, dealing with chuunin and jounin, then he'd food-shopped and clothes-shopped, then he'd returned home and cleaned until midnight. Now Iruka's apartment sparkled. The groceries were neatly put away, the couch-cushions were clean again, and the bedroom was spotless, just in case someone might be seeing it.
The chuunin tossed and turned, waiting for sleep to come and make the time pass faster. When he finally dozed off, he dreamt of Kakashi, and a secluded picnic, and the new, red button-down shirt that hung on his closet door.
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In the darkness of the woods, where even the faint starlight couldn't penetrate, Kakashi ran toward Konoha, still limping heavily. His pursuers drew closer with every step.
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Yes, another short chapter, but this one comes accessorized with a cliff-hanger! Considering how short these chapters are coming out, there might be a few more chapters than I said before. I think right now, it's easier to do short chapters that are updated more often, as opposed to long chapters less frequently.
You know, looking back on my other stories, I don't know how I made my chapters so long. Looking back, I have chapters that are 12-14 pages, for like every chapter! Some of the chapters even get into the twenties! I don't know where that ability went…
Anyways, because this chapter is so short, I'll give you a teaser for the next chapter.
Teaser:
"He's not back yet? But…he should have been back hours ago. You…you haven't heard anything…?"
"No, Iruka. We haven't heard anything. All we can do is wait." Tsunade said gently.
"I understand, Hokage-sama. Thank you for your time." Iruka bowed and fled Tsunade's office. He tried to close the door, but his hands were shaking too violently. He ran past the Mission Room, where a carefully-packed picnic basket was tucked beneath a desk, forgotten. It didn't matter; none of it mattered. His new shirt snagged on a nail and tore, but Iruka didn't slow down. It didn't matter. None of it mattered: not his plans for the day, not his tender hopes that this time, it'd be different, not his love that swept up so suddenly and unexpectedly every time someone said his name. It didn't matter, because he'd done it again. Kakashi was dead- Iruka had killed him.