Chapter 3
Scent
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Kakashi groaned and opened his eye. He squinted it shut again as light pierced into his brain. Why did his head hurt so much? Did he get drunk again? He carefully opened his eye again and surveyed his surroundings. He was lying in a reeking dumpster and it was daylight. Instead of crawling out, he lay there and thought about how he could have gotten into the thing. Crossing his ankles he tried to remember what had happened. Glancing down he noticed the bottom of one of his sandals was charred. What the hell happened last night?
The last thing he remembered was watching Iruka take a bath and had just stepped in to ask if he could borrow some clothes and a towel. He could see Iruka looking pissed and holding a blowdryer...The little ass had electrocuted him! He had never once thought the mild mannered man would even think of doing something so underhanded. Iruka was a sweet, mild-mannered, until recently, ninja. Why would he do something like that? Kakashi refused to believe he brought it on himself. He had only wanted to borrow some things. Why try to kill him?
Groaning, he hauled himself out of the dumpster and made his way home. He didn't smell the best so he stuck to the rooftops. Thank God it was only a few blocks to his apartment. Reaching his window, he slipped in and dug around in a wardrobe set in the corner of the small room. He found a pair of boxers and one of his black shirts, but no pants. Shit. Hanging in the back of the wardrobe was an old summer yukata. Patterned with silver and gold koi on a grey background, it was something the Yondaime had given him for the New Year's festival thirteen years ago. Seeing it brought tears to Obito's eye, the crybaby. Having no other choice, Kakashi grabbed it. He could wear his shirt and boxers under the yukata and find his old sisal sandals.
After taking a hot shower and making sure his flesh didn't have the lingering smell of rotting food, he dressed. He felt a little ridiculous wearing the old yukata, but it fit, if a little short. He stared down at his white calves and feet. He really should think about sunbathing. He looked into the mirror and grimaced at the face staring back at him. He hated that face. The face of his father. The scar blurred some of it, even marring the corner of his mouth. Thin, slightly red lips compressed further as he covered the angular contours of his lower face. He decided to forgo his forehead protector and instead, pulled out a long unused eye patch. He hadn't used the black patch since the day he was released from the hospital.
He turned his mind away from those depressing thoughts and slipped the patch over the Sharingan. Gathering up the small pile of shirts, pants, boxers, and towels, Kakashi gritted his teeth and left his small two room apartment. Lucky for him the laundry was only a few streets away and it was still early so not many people were out. At least the normal people, not so for the nins of Konaha Village. He hid as much as he could behind his bundle, thought that didn't stop Genma from spotting him. He groaned as the Jounin sidled up beside him.
"Whatcha doin', Kakashi?" Genma asked, the ever present senbon twirling around his smiling mouth.
"Genma, I swear to God, don't piss me off today," he growled, ducking behind the bundle when he spotted Asuma and his Genins. "I'm not in the mood."
"You never are in the mood from what I hear," Genma chuckled, stepping to the side to avoid Kakashi's fist. He stopped laughing and looked at the other man. "Jeez, you really are pissed. What happened?" Unlilke everyone else in the village, Genma wasn't scared of the older Jounin. He liked to think of himself as Kakashi's friend.
Sighing, because he knew he wouldn't get rid of the man that easy, Kakashi answered him. "I had a bad night."
Genma glared at him, the senbon twitching up and down. "Come on, tell me!" he pleaded in a whiny voice.
Grinding his teeth, Kakashi told him about his run in with Iruka at the monument and then going to his place later that night to ask for a change of clothes and a towel. "I hadn't expected to find him in the bath, but he was majorly pissed and..." Kakashi turned a little pink.
"And?" Genma prodded.
"He, uh, he kinda, uh, threw his blowdryer at me."
"Okay," Genma said slowly. "And that's all that happened?" He wasn't going to leave him alone until he got the whole story from him. They had arrived at the laundry and Genma opened the door for the burdened Jounin. He waited as Kakashi gave the laundress his clothes and was given a ticket and time to come back. "And?" he asked again as they left the shop.
Kakashi should have known better. "He threw it at my feet. Into a puddle of water. I woke up below his bathroom window."
Genma's eye widened. "He electrocuted you? Iruka?" Genma couldn't hold it back anymore. He guffawed, grabbing his stomach and bending double. He laughed so hard tears popped into his eyes. "I can't believe it!" He hooted again in laughter at the look Kakashi threw him.
"It's not funny. I could have died!" Kakashi grumbled.
Genma sobered enough to grin wickedly at his friend. "I still can't believe that Iruka sent you flying. He used to do stuff like that in Academy."
Kakashi narrowed his eye at Genma. "You better not tell anyone at the mission office, Genma. I'll kill you, if you do," he threatened, only half meaning it.
Genma backed up, holding out his hands. "Alright, alright. But it won't stay secret for long."
"Keep what a secret for long?" Raidou's voice asked from above them. He dropped to the street and looked between the two. "Nice outfit Kakashi."
"I didn't have anything else to wear," he spat out, glaring.
"What's a secret?" Raidou asked again, narrowing his eyes at Genma. If he waited long enough, his partner would cave. All he had to do was keep looking at him.
"Genma," Kakashi growled.
Genma looked to his lover and to his friend. Raidou was giving him that look. The one that said 'just wait until I get you alone'. He started to bounce. Kakashi was giving him death glares, ones that said 'you tell him, and you won't live to see another morning'. He started to sweat. He looked between them again. He chewed on his nails. Another look at them.
"I can't take it!" he yelled. "Kakashi was blown out of Iruka's apartment last night for peeping at him!"
"You fucker! I wasn't peeping!" Kakashi screamed, throwing a punch at Genma.
Genma danced away from Kakashi and hid behind Raidou. "Well, he went to Iruka's to ask for some clothes when Iruka threw his hairdryer at his feet and electrocuted Kakashi, blowing him out the bathroom window. That's why he's in such a wonderful mood today." Genma stuck his tongue out at the Copy Nin.
Kakashi growled low in his throat. He wanted to rip the little pip squeak apart, but he was being irrational. Besides, Raidou would find a way to kill him. "I'll get you for this, Genma, you gossip whore!" Kakashi stomped off, tossing glares over his shoulder.
"Well, that went better than I expected," Genma sighed. "I thought he was going to kill me."
Raidou grinned, hugging Genma to his side. "You really are the worst gossip. How long do you think you can keep this little jewel to yourself?" He asked, not because he didn't trust Genma, only to make the usually unruffled Kakashi squirm some more.
Chuckling evilly, Genma replied, "Oh, at least until evening. You know, when the last of the nins come in for reports."
Raidou eyed Genma. "Isn't that when Kurenai, Anko, Izumo, and Asuma report in?" Genma laughed and nodded. "You truly are evil. The news will be all over the Jounin ranks by morning and be filtering into the Chuunin ranks by mid-afternoon."
"Don't you love the smell of juicy gossip in the morning?" Genma quipped as they headed for the mission office.
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Iruka yawned, opening his eyes slowly, noting the angle of the sun's rays on his bedroom wall. He was late! He bolted from the bed and stopped. That's right. I was relieved of duty for the rest of this year. He sighed and found a clean pair of boxers, slipping them up his slim hips. Yawning again, he finger combed his hair, shoving some it behind his ear. He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He blinked at the lack of food and yawned again. Still sleepy, but he was hungry.
Spotting a laundry basket on the couch, he found a pair of jeans and a clean black shirt. Fighting with the tight jeans, he was dressed in ten minutes. He looked to his hitai-ate and sighed. He wouldn't need it today, but he grabbed it and wrapped it around his head. He was to lazy to put his hair up and the headband would keep the hair from his eyes. Sliding into his sandals, he set off to find food.
Not many people recognized him. They rarely saw the teacher without his vest or with his hair down. To most he was a new nin. To young to be Jounin and just old enough to still be a Genin. Iruka smiled at the last of these thoughts. With his hair down he didn't look like he was twenty-four, he looked seventeen or eight-teen. Let them wonder, I don't have the energy to talk to anyone today. I just want to get something to eat and something for later tonight. That would mean going to the grocery store, bakery, and Ihciraku's. The ramen stall would be a good place to have lunch.
Ignored for the most part, Iruka found a small resturant with the smell of bacon and eggs floating in the air. He went in, finding a seat in the back. It wasn't long before he was wolfing down his breakfast and enjoying a cup of coffee. After his meal, he sat back and brought his cup to his lips, sipping the pungent coffee.
He closed his eyes and inhaled. When he opened them, he glared.
"What do you want?" he growled, setting his cup down with a thump.
"This."
Iruka was thrown backwards as the white fist connected with his chin. He tucked his body and rolled, gathering his chakra and leaping backwards out a window. He turned and ran, using his chakra to propel him faster. He looked back over his shoulder. Damn! The gray and white figure was right behind him and gaining! He had to get out of the village and fast. He didn't have any weapons. He hadn't expected to be attacked, though he still should have grabbed his weapons pouch. Stupid!
Lifting from rooftop to rooftop, it didn't take long for Iruka to come to the forest. Leaping, he gained the shadows and sped through them. He couldn't afford to slow for a second. He had to lose his attacker fast or find a weapon. He touched his aching jaw and dared a glance behind him. He couldn't see anything. He slowed and rested against a tree, keeping an ear open for the sound of pursuit. The forest's sounds were still all around and they would warn him if anyone approached.
Shoving a strand of hair from his face, he gasped when he spotted a streak of silver below him. The shadow stopped and turned back, leaping to the branch across from. Folds of gray, silver and gold settled around white legs. Iruka looked up, his eyes widening as he was caught in the exposed Sharingan's whirling force. He looked into it and the smoldering gray eye, a black patch held in the man's hand.
"You nearly killed me last night," Kakashi spat out, anger behind every word.
Iruka flinched, but refused to back away, just as angry. "You shouldn't have been in my apartment."
Kakashi growled, leaping the last few feet to stand in front of Iruka, making him back into the tree. "If you would have let me finish, I was only asking you for a change of clothes and a spare towel."
Iruka refused to believe him. The man was a pathological liar. "And I guess that you weren't there just to watch me take a bath? I saw your eye, what was in it." Iruka gasped when the man leaned in, the feeling of anger surrounding him.
"Do you hate me that much, Iruka-san?" Kakashi whispered, invading the smaller man's space. He was enjoying this. Making the teacher squirm, the way his hair fell around his face, trying to hide his fear. He smiled behind his mask as the man fought through his fear. At least he had guts.
"Hate you? I don't hate you, Kakashi-sensei," Iruka whispered. Oh God! He smelled good. Iruka swallowed, sure the Jounin could hear it. "You're perverted and you were spying on me. What was I supposed to think?"
Kakashi narrowed his eyes, seeing Iruka's pulse jump. He smiled wider behind his mask, leaning in again until they were almost nose to nose. "You could have at least let me finish what I was saying before trying to kill me." Iruka smelled of coffee, lemons, and sunlight. He inhaled the scent deep into his lungs.
"I...I..." Iruka couldn't think. Kakashi was to close, making his heart jump and his skin tingle. He inhaled the spicy scent floating on the air. Ginger and sandalwood. Iruka felt his stomach warming. Oh, why did it have to be him? He tried to sink into the tree, his hands digging into the bark.
Kakashi's lids lowered, giving Iruka a sensual look. He could see Iruka's pulse jump again to a higher rate, his heart racing to push blood through his overexcited little body. He could feel the heat the rushing blood was producing reaching out to him, as if asking him to come closer. Kakashi stopped smiling and leaned closer, his masked lips a bare inch from his captive's lips. He could smell something tangy coming from Iruka now. Was that excitement or fear?
"Are you afraid of me, Iruka-san?" Kakashi whispered, lifting a hand to brush hair out of Iruka's face. He wasn't surprised to see him flinch just a bit when he touched him.
"N...no," he stuttered.
"Little liar," Kakashi laughed softly, dropping his hand to run a finger under Iruka's chin.
He watched Iruka's eye follow his hand as it traced back up to his face and across his lips. His eyes snapped back to Kakashi's, widening just a little, the pupils dialating, the chocolate brown going darker. He brought his other hand up and wound a path through his hair, finding the knot holding the other's protector in place and releasing it. He pulled it away and came closer, dropping it to the forest floor, setting a knee between Iruka's.
"Wha...what are you doing, Kakashi-sensei?" Iruka got out over the lump in his throat. He took a shuddering breath as the man came even closer. He felt one of those wonderfully nimble hands brushing his stomach. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes.
"I'm going to kiss you," the Jounin whispered in his ear, lowering his mask and licking the brown shell. He was rewarded with a barely audible gasp and a small shiver. He smiled and licked again, running his tongue over the ear again. Not satisfied with that little taste, he traced a path down Iruka's brown throat and sucking lightly at the join of shoulder and neck. He tasted of warm honey and sweet lemons. He felt the small man move his head so Kakashi could have better access to his neck and smiled to himself. He leaned in further and felt Iruka arch forward, his hip hitting Kakashi's. Looks as if I'm not the only one enjoying himself.
He complied with the unspoken offer and nibbled his way back up the slender throat and to the softest lips he'd tasted. He took his time. First nipping at the corners and brushing his own across them. A small whimper escaped Iruka, one that sounded like a plea. Kakashi smiled again and decided he'd tortured the teacher enough. He took those lush lips with a low growl, forcing them open. He plundered the inside with his nimble tongue. Oh, God, he tasted of coffee and honey. Was this man made of honey? Kakashi didn't care. He continued to dip into the warm cavern.
Iruka couldn't believe he was allowing another man to kiss him. Never in his adult life had he ever let a man kiss him. He'd fooled around with Mizuki when they were children and they had later gotten girlfriends. It felt good. He let his thoughts go when he felt that tongue glide over his throat. It felt as if a hundred ants were marching across his sensitive skin. That hot tongue was making him feel warm. He arched his back wanting to get closer, bumping his hip into Kakashi's.
He nearly collasped when that hot tongue made it's way to his mouth. He groaned low in his throat. Please don't stop, he wanted to scream. Iruka dug into the tree, fearing if he let go, he would melt into the tree. He was breathless and whimpered when that mouth left his. He came back to his senses when he felt Kakashi pull away. He opened his eyes, watching the nin step back. He slumped against the tree and tried to catch his breath.
Kakashi blinked lazily and carefully covered his Sharingan. As much as he wanted to take the little teacher right then, he didn't think he could handle it. It was to much to fast. Iruka wasn't ready and the feelings that were coursing through him needed to be analyzed. He hadn't felt this way about anyone in a long time and it was disturbing.
"As much I would like to continue this...interrogation, I must leave," Kakashi murmured, taking another step back. "My laundry should be done by now. I'll catch you later, Iruka-san." Waving he leapt down a branch and left the stunned man behind.
"Catch me later?" Iruka whispered to himself, touching his lips as he slid down the tree.
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Ohhhhhh...I had so much fun with this chapter. I hope you like it as much as I did. This started as a little brainstorm I had with my sister and it's taken off so well. I'm sorry to say that most of the intense scenes won't be in here. I will however post the racier versions on a dedicated page for those that want to read them.
For those that have read and reviewed: Arigato guzaimas!