!warning!
in this chapter: more yaoi (kakashi x iruka-catboy) and all the other stuff in chapters 01 and 02. no curse words. and no plot in sight.
rating: NC-17. all those under 17 must clear the room and go outside to play hopscotch. seriously. or jacks.
ownership: it all belongs to that bastard Kishimoto. stabs pre-nup
special thanks: to cat w. and midorigirl for being wonderful beta-readers/editors. they help make me look less stupid. (or they try...)
A/N - a long thing about ears which you probably weren't even thinking about but now will be unnecessarily conscious of :
i have iruka with two pairs of ears. from here on, when i say 'cat ears', obviously i mean cat ears, when i just say 'ears', i mean his human ears. I just can't seem to find a way to say human ears without saying human ears, which to me sounds goofy, even for an iruka-catboy PWP. and why didn't i just give him only cat ears? i don't know, cause then what would the place where his normal ears were look like? just blank skin? it's too creepy, me no like.alright, on with it!
CHAPTER 03 : The Rapture and The Fury
Kakashi sat; legs akimbo, the canister by his side. A positively predatory Iruka crawled toward him, wetting his lips and catching dark strands of hair between them. Kakashi felt the stirrings of another flush as he reached out to brush the errant strands aside, fingertips grazing the supple flesh of Iruka's cheek.
The cat-boy stopped to kneel between the older man's legs, and simply stared at him, expression unreadable. "What is it...love?" Kakashi asked quietly. It was strange to say it, have it etched in the air before the one it was meant for, hearing it without comprehension. But he'd come this far so why not? If Iruka remembered any of this, calling him "love" would be the last thing on his mind.
Before Kakashi could think or say anymore, Iruka brought his bare arms over and around Kakashi's shoulders in a clumsy embrace, nudging against him whilst aiming for the cupped palm of cream Kakashi held behind his back. The jounin laughed with eyes closed, pushing back gently, thrilling at the close contact. He laid his head against Iruka's jostling shoulder, passing his free hand down over bare warm back, resting on the hip. He breathed in deeply, laughter suddenly forgotten. He'd never suspected Iruka would smell so faintly sweet. He wanted to remember it, inhaling once more.
He found his lips lay on delicate collarbone, and dabbed his tongue against it, running a wet trail over Iruka's shoulder and up his neck. Iruka mewled in appreciation and softly nosed him under the chin. Kakashi felt the faint thread of breath ghosting across his throat, and the muted rumble of purring from within Iruka's chest. He placed his hand flat over the vibration, sweeping down over firm abs. Kakashi released a strained sigh and began to fumble with the button of his collar.
Would Iruka still be shy about kissing? Kakashi drew back his head, hesitating a moment with his lips a hair's breadth from Iruka's, before applying the slightest pressure. Iruka pulled away from the contact, turning his head to the side, gaze returning to the out of reach whipped cream. The corners of Kakashi's mouth curved mildly as he chuckled.
Blessing the stars for the ability to problem-solve, he picked up the canister and sprayed a smattering of cream into his mouth. Iruka gave Kakashi's open, waiting mouth an appraising look before licking at a daub that rested on his bottom lip. Ascertaining that it was indeed that yummy substance he craved, he began licking more insistently, crossing the threshold of gleaming flesh. His heartbeat thrumming thick in his ears, Kakashi licked back, tilting his head and sealing his lips over Iruka's. It was a messy sloppy kiss and it made Kakashi's insides quake. This cream-crazed Iruka was not at all shy about slipping his tongue down Kakashi's aching throat.
Pulling away from the sugary lip lock, the jounin was pleased to see his junior partner panting lightly for breath. "It's entirely unfair how cute you are. This is all you're fault you know..." he whispered, smiling and shivering as he tucked a few brown strands behind Iruka's ear, pausing to finger the tender lobe. Kakashi quickly, ever so gently nipped at the moist, reddened bottom lip before him. Iruka didn't pull away this time, but instead dragged his tongue across Kakashi's throat and around the curve of his ear, enjoying the salty flavor. He nuzzled the sloping junction of jaw and neck as Kakashi distractedly began to undo the rest of his shirt buttons, feeling a bit like purring himself.
A flux of warmth traveled up Kakashi's spine as Iruka resumed rubbing deliciously against him, every so often almost getting at the cupped palm. The simmering friction between them made Kakashi feel a little lightheaded; made his very skin ache for Iruka's touch. He could feel need blooming as heat steadily pooled below his midriff. He winced when Iruka's thigh brushed against the throbbing bulge, swallowed hard at the uncomfortably snug feel of his pants. Reaching down he undid the clasp and zipper, all the while raining kisses and nibbling on his squirming, purring captive. He gingerly pushed down the elastic band of his boxers until it rested against the underside of his semi-erect member. Finally bringing his cupped palm forward, he expertly avoided Iruka's darting grasp and smeared the melting whipped cream over his length, hardening further in anticipation. He gulped as he saw Iruka's head dip, attention successfully diverted.
Iruka crouched low, repeatedly flicking and furling a smooth, hot tongue against the head in rapid, maddening succession. Kakashi hissed through clenched teeth but tried to keep still, his whitened fingertips denting the bed's surface. He whimpered and bucked slightly as his insides tightened with mounting sensation. Iruka pressed his tongue one last time over the head, swirling flush against the slit, then began running warm rough swipes and swirls from tip to base, trying to get every last bit of cream. Kakashi bit his lip and eased back, propped on his elbows. He watched Iruka with lidded eyes, alternately panting and groaning, sweat slick brow furrowed. Throwing his head back, he silently but fervently forbade himself from grabbing at Iruka's hair. That would be for another time. His tightening fists fractured the smooth sheets.
It was torture of the most exquisite order. Wanting to prolong it just a bit further, he gave an uneven shake of the can and sprayed a creamy arc on his chest and stomach. Iruka's head bobbed up, and upon spying the new frothy trail, lunged at Kakashi, thrusting him flat onto his back. The bed springs bounced beneath them. Iruka, supported on all fours over a desperately agitated Kakashi, craned his neck to continue the literal tongue lashing of the muscled torso. Kakashi's eyelids fluttered closed in order to focus on the pleasantly mounting ache, enjoying the ministrations from above.
Kakashi twitchedas he felt something brush his painfully erect member, and smirked to see Iruka's tail roaming over his inner thigh. It came to rest curled around his sensitized erection, Kakashi's abdomen contracting as it tickled him. 'Interesting' thought Kakashi, and placing his hands on Iruka's sides, pulled Iruka closer. His knees jerked up a little when the tail whipped away from around him, razing the circumference of his shaft. He whimpered joyfully.
Ready to end his suffering, Kakashi reached for the canister, but to his horror the sound of the nozzle sputtering and hissing hit his ear. The crackle of deadly intent ignited the air, but was soon quelled when Kakashi noticed Iruka had A.) gone scared-rigid, and more importantly, B.) stopped licking. Once peace returned, Iruka continued prodigiously with the work before him, eliciting a sigh of relief from the man below him, as well as a few new whimpers.
Now, what was Kakashi to do without a whipped cream no jutsu handy, nothing to tempt a cat-brained nin? Ninja learned to adapt and do without, so the copy-nin decided to take matters into his own hands. (hey! Stop with the groaning, it's my crappy fic, I'll use cliched puns if I wanna ;P )
Kakashi's hand traced a heat-streaked path over his ribs and further to grasp his fully taut organ, doing as he had done countless times before. Though, as he correctly theorized, having a solid, tactile, lick-happy Iruka instead of dreamy, intangible, lick-happy Iruka would make the act much more gratifying.
As one hand stroked the fire beneath, the other skimmed up the length of Iruka's arm and up over prominent shoulder blade. Iruka arched into the touch, licking and purring all the same. Kakashi tensed his shoulders, curling them up slightly while pressing the back of his head into the mattress. He could feel release approach, his breath coming increasingly ragged and harsh. Iruka hovered nearer to him, tongue brushing flat against Kakashi's nipples. He lipped at a turgid cream smeared nub, sucking gently. A sharp intake of breath, then low subdued moans emitted from Kakashi's dry lips, bringing him that much closer to completion. Waves of intensifying sensation began radiating out like water disturbed by a dropped stone. The hand on Iruka's shoulder gripped tighter, and in surprise he nipped Kakashi's side, making the man cry out. "Bad kitty…" Kakashi muttered, sharply tensing his fingers on Iruka's shoulder again, and was rewarded with another bite.
Hastening his pace, he thrust into his hand until the waves crashed into one bright glorious flash, sending tremors down his veins. Kakashi jerked, heels dragging and digging into the material beneath him, choked cry of Iruka's name dying on his lips as seed spurted on them both. The impact of release flooded him.
Iruka looked down at the cloudy fluid that dripped off his chest with curious eyes. He put a finger in it and moved to taste it but Kakashi stopped him, gently grasping Iruka's wrist and wiping it off with a sheet. "No love, that's not at all like whipped cream. You might not like it." he said, his eyes merry.
He sat up and cleaned the younger man's chest. Iruka stared openly at Kakashi meanwhile, unblinking, something he never did under normal circumstances. Kakashi watched back, the mad rush of sensation slowly ebbing. He thought he saw some flicker of recognition flit in the chuunin's eyes, but it was gone as soon as it came, if it had been there at all. He placed two fingers under Iruka's chin and drew him swiftly forward, placing a brusque kiss on his lips. Startled, Iruka squeaked, jumped off the bed and left the room, flicking his tail against Kakashi's face. Kakashi flopped back onto the bed and exhaled. He passed his tongue over his lips, tasting Iruka there, and stared at the ceiling. He would have to borrow some clothes. But first, he had other business to attend to, and went in search of the missing cat-nin.
tbc, real soon in fact since i'm uploading the next chapter immediately after
Reviewer Response Corner
chaotic demon: aww, don't feel too bad for him, i think he enjoyed it.
little fox kit: heh, well, if that's sad then i'm really sad cause i wrote it... ;D
sweetmoons: love your sugar and spice series btw, i will review it soon, it's one of my faves yes, wierd. maybe even disturbing. hopefully hot too, though it's hard to tell when you write it. all i can think of are grammatical errors...
polka dot: lol, yes, it's a little bit beastility-ish...a little bit non-con-ish...a little bit country...a little bit rock n roll...
iceheart19: thanks, this will all be up really soon, cause i'm just about done with the whole thing.
b.n.n. aka spectre: ahh, i see. draw away!