Disclaimer: One would assume that you read the last one, if you haven't, click the back button. That's the only time I'm saying it. Besides now.

QY: I find it fascinating how the last chapter took me an hour to write and was only three pages and somehow got a lot more reviews in one day that anything else I've written. Not including the current rate for DR, cuz... it just doesn't count. But I shall just bask in the reviews.

Section Summary: Iruka gives one of his standard Valentine's Day card to Kakashi. Only, it came with a massage coupon. Kakashi decides to cash it in... with Iruka. Somehow, bondage comes into play.

P.S. Please forgive all grammatical and spelling errors. And typos. I will edit someday soon. (Saturday) If there is something big, I'll be happy if you inform me.

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Aftermath - Chapter II – QianYun

A Bondage Induced Massage- Part II

There was a certain category of glee overcoming his senses. One that he hadn't felt for quite some time. He had paused for a few moments ever once in a while, but the thoughts that came about were quickly pushed away. Consequences were to be worried about later. Right now, he was focused on his preparations.

To tell the truth, he wasn't actually sure if things would work out the way they were supposed to did. He fiddled with things, dug out dust covered contraptions and moved furniture around. But at the end of it all, he stood with his hands at his hips, wondering if it really would turn out fine. So with a quirk of his eyebrow, he changed out of his cleaning clothes and hopped into his Chuunin uniform without another thought.

It was time to visit his most favorite student. (Sometimes, he wasn't sure if he meant that in a sarcastic way or not. It was difficult to tell at times, whether Naruto was really worth it. As a teacher, he would have to say that Naruto grew a lot. As an adult who had watched him most f his life, sometimes he wondered if the blond was moving too fast. But nevertheless, he supposed Naruto would always have a place in his heart that no one else knew) Even with this opinion, he had no qualms about beating down on the boy when he required information.

And the best thing to do... was to threaten him with a shortage of free Ichiraku Ramen. Interestingly, this threat didn't always work. So the best thing to do... was to wait till dinnertime. Only, dinnertime for Iruka meant 7 o'clock, which translated into dinnertime for Naruto at 7 o'clock since they ate so many times together that Naruto's stomach got used to it. Thus, it meant that he would only have an hour to wheedle out an answer out of him.

Or... but he shouldn't. It was a totally immoral thing to do and absolutely not fitting for a teacher of his status. Then again...

Snatching a few items from the innocent, not hidden compartment of his top drawer (after all, the most obvious place was the safest), Iruka exited his apartment and whistled happily on his way towards the one place he knew Naruto was always at when the sun was in this position.

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An hour later, Iruka arrived back at his apartment with more information in his mind than he left with and renewed plans that guaranteed success. Getting the information from Naruto was ridiculously easy. It might've had something to do with the downturn of Naruto's mood, but Iruka figured that another day wouldn't hurt, he would talk to him the next day. Besides, he had a feeling he knew what the issue was, and if his senses were still working to their fullest, the solution would soon come. The form of it anyway... he wasn't too sure if it'll work out.

Yeah, he was going to have to visit Naruto tomorrow.

But for now, he had his own problems to worry about. A problem that was to arrive - hypothetically – in under two hours. Although most people would've, at this point, began to panic, Iruka felt pretty calm. His past few years of being a teacher of the most troublesome students and most quietest students, combined with his semi-distant past as a prankster had led him to have some skills that most shinobi did not need. Skills that came in handy when dealing with people like Kakashi. It said something about the guy, didn't it?

He supposed that there were just a lot of different kinds of people in the world.

Unknowingly, half an hour had past in his distraction, so he hurriedly prepared the healthiest dinner he could come up with the contents in his refrigerator. Which, he was ashamed to admit, did not contain much. It didn't matter much anyway, he had to buy a few items that were needed for what he wanted to do.

Most of them, he felt uncomfortable buying, but for the sake of his... Well, he wasn't really sure what he was doing it for. But he was sure that he had a reason.

Sort of.

If push came to shove, Iruka could always just say it was payback for the humiliation that he suffered through at the Chuunin Exam nomination. Never mind that he wasn't really that humiliated, it was enough to make their relationship less than lukewarm. It had to count for something, right?

Something told him that he was lying to himself.

But he refused to listen to that voice that was always too sensible.

So it was nudged towards the back of his mind and he set to finish his dinner quickly to be able to visit the market and come back before it was eight. After all, he had threatened Kakashi that not arriving on time had consequences, it wouldn't be quite right if he was late.

Trying not to cause indigestion, he ate quickly but carefully and sprinted toward the market. Perusing the aisles with care – he didn't particularly want to spend more time than necessary in the place – he quickly grabbed his food necessities before also grabbing the things that hadn't been included in his basket since... well, almost never.

Ignoring the looks that came from the clerk, he sent off a quick smile, wondering if him buying those particular items were really that peculiar. Of course, after a few moments, he realized that she was one of his past students, one the few that ad been there when he declared the items he was currently buying as frivolous and not worth it.

He mentally narrowed his eyes at himself. It was sad... he became the adults that he said he never would be. The stiff, uptight way-too-stressed ones that usually sent the nasty looks toward kids. Although, he was pretty sure that he hadn't reached the stage where children annoyed him. Or so he believed. He didn't, right?

So caught up in his thoughts, Iruka barely realized when he reached out his hands to pay for his purchases and collect them, only to have them snatched right out of his hands. Automatically, his hand came up to hit the offender, but it was stopped by a hand that was used to stopping punches.

Immediately, Iruka's lips scrunched together in displeasure. But he smoothed his expression before he turned to face the man he knew was standing there.

"Genma. How nice to see you," speaking in a dry tone, Iruka was able to see quite well that the other had completely missed his implications. Restraining the urge to let out a frustrated smile, he breathed deeply for a while before putting on a genuine smile. It helped that he wasn't thinking about the man in front of him.

At his smile, Genma also brightened up, though his back never straightened, hands were kept his pocket and the ever present straw lingered in his mouth. "Isn't it? I hadn't quite expected to see you here. Perhaps it's a sign?" Somehow, someway, Genma had always spoken differently around him, something that did not escape Iruka's notice, and also something that he didn't appreciate.

"A sign? Perhaps, I suppose we won't ever find out, will we?" And suddenly, Iruka was more than glad that he was meeting Kakashi that night, despite the activities that were supposed to occur. (And it also occurred to him that the statement sounded rather dirty)

"Why ever not? Why don't I walk you back to your apartment? It's getting late and a person should never walk home alone with their hands full."

But Iruka had sensed the hesitation between his words and knew immediately – although he supposed he already knew on some level – that Genma had created an image of him that made him seem quite feminine and weak. Why he would think so, Iruka would never know. He had always though that the prominent scar that crossed the middle of his face would discourage any thought of the kind. But it appeared that delusion was quite possible even in the most steady of people.

However, even while the thoughts passed, he smiled serenely – never quite realizing that he was adding to the image he didn't want – and politely declined. Then he not-so-politely snatched his purchases out of Genma's hands, muttered a quick good-bye and rushed through the doors before Genma could recover at the rush of action.

Iruka would never understand the change of personality that always seemed to occur when Genma was around him. And frankly, he didn't want to.

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With the unexpected delay, Iruka was left with only twenty minutes to return home and set up the remaining items. Even though Kakashi was infamous for his late arrivals, Iruka somehow knew that he would be on time at least this once. Kakashi, he believed, was quite capable of getting to things on time, he just didn't want to.

Finding that his thoughts had wandered once again, he was surprised at the appearance of his apartment door, but he shook it off and entered the apartment.

He rushed around in the last few moments and managed to finish right on the dot at 7:59. He traipsed across the small expanse of his living room and opened the door.

Sure enough, Kakashi stood there, waiting for the massage that he was promised. (This reminded Iruka that he needed to pay back Naruto and Sasuke for their little trick. Right after he found out how they did it.) With a reluctant sigh, though he was jumping in anticipation inwardly, he moved aside to allow Kakashi to enter.

Without a moment of hesitation, Iruka firmly said, "Take off your shirt and pants and lie down on the chair. I borrowed it from Miaka, so you should be comfortable on your stomach."

A chuckle escaped Kakashi and the amusement clearly shone through his voice, "So impatient, Iruka. You don't really dislike me that much, do you?" Even while he poke, he pulled off his shirt and pants, leaving on his underwear – boxers, apparently, small ones.

Iruka found his mouth drying at the sight of the pale chest that appeared as Kakashi raised his arms and took off his shirt. Then he looked up and saw the face.

Now, not only was his mouth dry, his eyes were dry from the lack of blinking. It was an amazing face. Distantly, Iruka wondered why Kakashi covered such a beauty up, before he realized that if he walked around like that, he would be able to get nothing done. Although there was the advantage of enemies thinking him weak – a connection between the smooth, pale face and femininity – a fan club would've probably caused him much more trouble than it was worth.

Staring... he was staring and he should look away. Away from the face that should be considered a sin. Away. Anytime now. Any moment.

"Ow!"

A raised eyebrow from Kakashi caused him to blush furiously, but Iruka only motioned him to lie on the chair, even while he used his other hand to rub at the spot where he pinched himself.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

With a frustrated sigh, he turned away from Kakashi before bringing out the tray of items Miaka had helped him to pick. He was wondering if he should worry as he looked down at the trays.

Massaging oil he could understand. The towels as well. The lotion too, to some point. The rollers and the gloves.

He didn't quite understand the lubricant, strawberries, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, honey and candles.

Apparently, Kakashi understood quite well when he looked at the tray as Iruka set it next to the chair. Iruka shrugged at his look and merely said, "Miaka told me to get them."

And then Kakashi gained this peculiar look of surprise and understanding. Iruka still didn't understand, but he didn't think too much about it.

Until the silver-haired man started looking devious.

Iruka blinked. Thought. And blinked some more. Suddenly he understood quite well and silently thanked Miaka. It was all working out perfectly.

Now he only had to start. He donned a frustrated look on his face, but grinned mischievously to himself.

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To Be Continued...

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QY: So it's not done yet. Sorry, i had a mini panic attack, so some time was wasted during the middle. I can't update tomorrow, but the general consensus in my mind is that this part will be all done on Friday.

Review Responses (Condensed)

YaoiLoverS- Sankyuu!

Seito- Whoo! You got the Sasuke part!

lightdragon1987- Isn't it? Iruka needs more parts.

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Isolde1- That's right! Erm... perviness is next chapter tho.

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Imie- I hope you didn't die in anticipation. And thanx for the compliment.

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Polka Dot- This most likely will stay PG-13 and the rice bit was, as you saw, from Sasuke. From what I remember, I believe it's his favorite food. Just as ramen is Naruto's.

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Written: 2/16/05 9:05:47 pm. to 10:45:27 pm