!!!warnings!!!
in this chapter: yaoi (still kakashi x iruka-catboy) and all that stuff i mentioned in chapter 01. except no curse words, i think. PG-13 so ask yourself, am i 13 yet?
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again, i don't own anything, last i checked. that could change though, if i can wrangle a marriage proposal out of kishimoto and avoid a prenup. plans are in motion.
--------CH 02 : Kakashi's Suffering--------
In the light of late afternoon, Konoha was enjoying one of its calmer days. Villagers carried on with the business of villaging, ninjas carried on with ninjaing. Well, most of the ninjas did. One lovelorn ninja with a smoking habit and fingertips callused by needlework was on the hunt. Another lovelorn genius-ninja was standing in the apartment of his beloved, with his beloved, shattering the quiet that normally characterized that particular corner of the Hidden Leaf.
Kakashi reluctantly let the squirming, howling catboy down. "Is it the shoulder hoisting you didn't like, Iruka-sensei?" Kakashi wondered aloud. Iruka took to his two feet and threw the jounin a dirty glare, tail whipping about indignantly. Kakashi gave a little laugh. "Or maybe it was the pinching. Or maybe even the petting?"
Like most cats, Iruka was quick to forgive, because you can't hold a grudge if you can't remember to do so in the first place. So he proceeded to investigate the sunlit living room, running his fingertips along the walls, sniffing at the curtains. Hanging back in the shade, a smile played on Kakashi's face, amused to see Iruka scrutinize his own apartment with such care. The Sharingan holder gave the cramped quarters a quick once over as well; storing details to feed his more interesting mental wanderings in the future.
Putting his ninja-sharp skills of observation to even better use, Kakashi took some time to admire all the new skin he was suddenly privy to. Iruka's lean muscles dipped and glided; his movements more fluid and lissome with feline instinct. Kakashi's eyes slid longingly over messy dark locks, down the valley of Iruka's spine, to slender hips and an elegant tail that poked out of a hastily cut hole in the boxer fabric. His line of sight crept back up over shoulder blades to the nape of Iruka's neck, a curve he'd often daydreamed of kissing and nipping.
Feeling a flush creep up, Kakashi looked to the ground, running a hand through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck. The glass face of his watch threw a spark of light across the room, causing Iruka to turn sharply and stare at the man lounging against the breakfast counter, deep in thought.
'Well, what did you bring him here for then...Sure, he's not really himself today, but that was the whole point! Perhaps this is one of those "inappropriate" situations people are always saying you shouldn't mess with' he ruminated, releasing a frustrated sigh that fluttered through his bangs. 'Easier said than -'
His senses suddenly lit, Kakashi looked up with a start to see himself reflected in slick, dark eyes. He felt a heated tremor flare through his center. Before him loomed Iruka, object of his fondest reveries, casting them both in soft inky shadow. He left nothing but a sliver of air between them, heat from his lithe form infusing with Kakashi's. The startled shinobi watched through a tangle of long lashes and hair, somehow glad for that ridiculous bit of cover, glad for the solid counter behind him. He could see the wet gleam in Iruka's eyes, the neat fractures of his irises, the way they roved over his face and neck. He swallowed slow and hard, breath stilling, heartbeat quickening.
Iruka's head drew closer still, eclipsing the entirety of Kakashi's vision with the dusk-soft details of his face, handsome features divided by a pale scar. His feathery exhalations seemed to mark Kakashi's flesh as Iruka explored him, taking in his scent without making contact. The hairs on the back of the jounin's neck rose as he shivered; yearning to touch what had never been so close before. But when he reached tentatively for Iruka's arm, Iruka deftly drew it away. Kakashi yielded, lest Iruka draw away altogether.
Iruka's lips lingered opposite Kakashi's, his cheek nearly skimming the tip of Kakashi's nose. The older man felt pricks of anticipation alight along the surface of his skin. His lower lip dropped a fraction, small furrows forming on his brow at his damp, itching palms. His senses drenched, his heavy lids slid shut as he shifted forward, simply wanting.
And found nothing but empty air.
Catching himself, he refocused, blinking rapidly before straightening up and releasing a tremulous breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He lifted his gaze, eyes trailing Iruka, who was busy knocking over picture frames and houseplants. A wan, sheepish grin quickly replaced Kakashi's dazed gape, though frustration knotted his throat and brow. He turned away from the distracting sight.
'Really' he chided, 'You're a ninja! Jounin even! Show a little... control.' He cast a sidelong glance at Iruka, now watching birds through a window, cat ears twitching excitedly. 'To be a bird...' Kakashi thought glumly, 'At least he'd touch me, maybe play a little before eating me...'
Finding his mouth and lips dry, Kakashi turned to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. He hadn't planned much beyond absconding with this little opportunity. Usually quick on his feet, Iruka often short-circuited the thinking portions of his brain, rerouting all his blood to other, less cognitive areas. Lucky for one flustered copy-nin of the Hidden Leaf, fate didn't provide cat-boys without purpose.
He opened the refrigerator door and bent to grab for the pitcher. His hand abruptly changed course upon spying a shiny cylindrical container by the pitcher's side. If this were a movie, celestial music would have played behind the glowing can of proverbial manna.
"Extra Heavy Whipped Cream" the label read.
"Cats like whipped cream don't they?" he mused to no one, rattling the can and spraying a small portion on his palm as he walked back towards the oblivious chuunin.
Iruka's head turned at the sudden sound behind him. He saw Kakashi approach, his face practically beaming. The scent of something sweet, something delicious, was in the vicinity of Kakashi's hand. Walking over soundlessly, Iruka surveyed the hand Kakashi proffered to him. His tongue darted out tentatively at the white fluff, glancing at Kakashi before tasting it again. As he suspected, it was delicious. Before long Iruka was sucking on Kakashi's fingers, running his warm slick tongue between them and across open palm, a contrast to Kakashi's other hand, gripping the fabric of his pant leg. Breath hitching, his eyes hooded as he concentrated on the feel of damp heated pressure, and on the sight of his fingers gliding in and out of Iruka's pursed lips. His hand, as well as some other parts, continued tingling when Iruka stopped, discerning that there were no more heavy cream particles to be had. He turned blithely and resumed exploring behind the furniture and in the corners of the room.
Kakashi, not about to be upstaged by decor, sprayed another puff into his hand. The noise effectively gaining Iruka's attention once again, Kakashi had no trouble luring him down the short hall to the bedroom. He made a backwards trail to the foot of the modest bed. Iruka hesitated at the entranceway, clinging to the doorframe of the new room. Cocking his head to one side, Iruka looked at him, eyes shining and alert, and mewed softly.
Though he was more of a dog person, it would be fair to say that at this Kakashi did an internal "squee". His eyes crinkled in amusement as he put his hand out slowly to Iruka and let him have another taste, then withdrew it. Greed for more won out, much to Kakashi's delight. He planted himself on the bed, Iruka quickly following suit.
----tbc----
it hurt to write this. it hurt even more to write the upcoming NC-17 part, which is pretty formulaic but still. my thesaurus for the first time ever has creases in its spine. all so i could write porn. i'm very proud. XD
--------------------Reviewer Response Corner--------------------
Hey folks, thanks for the kind words
beh, no name: what happend to your name? ;P please do draw, the more kakairu drawings the better.
turtledonkey27: thanks! i love your story btw, I don't know why I haven't come across it before. I must be more vigilant!
zhem: thanks, i will be updating pretty quickly for this one, cause it's nearly all done. and its PWP so there isn't much to it to begin with ;
hatorilover: thanks, actually i have to credit whoever did the iruka catboy fanart for the idea. since it seems i can't put links within stories, the link is in my profile.
freanch-fri-freak: i will, mew!
polka dot: why expend mental energy when you can just ogle the fanart i based this on? ;) the link is in my profile. it looks like Iruka is a regular size. although he could be smaller, that would be kind of cute.
eyesonme19: thanks! my goal was to be at least interesting
dvana: thanks! i apologize a lot due to my crippling inferiority complex. ;) well, and my parents beat it into me. i haven't seen an iruka catboy fic anywhere either, which is part of the reason i ever set foot in the fanficcing department. i like drawing more to be honest, it's easier! writing hard.