Well, I'm glad that apparently the last chapter wasn't as boring as I thought. I know I promised more dialogue in this chapter... it's coming... I promise. But this chapter definitely has more action (smutty action, yay!), so hopefully that's enough for now. I love you all for reviewing!
This chapter should have been up a few days ago, but I went to Milwaukee's Summerfest three days in a row. It was only after I almost died in a Flogging Molly "drunken idiot mosh pit", that I decided it was time to stay home for awhile.
When Kakashi Hatake had stepped out of his apartment early that morning, he had had every intention of trying to make it to training with his students no more than two and a half hours late. Usually he was at least three hours late for their meeting, but they had completed their missions so quickly and so well yesterday with minimal complaining, he felt the need to reward them a bit.
Of course, minimal complaining and efficiency on all missions meant something was up with the three trainees, but as long as they weren't plotting against him, (He really hoped this had nothing to do with removing his mask again), and it didn't affect their teamwork, it was of no immediate concern. They would come to him with a group problem or work it out amongst themselves eventually. For now, he would enjoy the peaceful atmosphere – and part of maintaining that peaceful atmosphere was to try to keep them happy with him.
Anyways, he had gone to the memorial stone a little earlier than usual to be able to leave a little earlier than usual. And, by some miracle, he actually accomplished his goal!
The silver-haired jounin was just on his way to meet his team a half an hour early (still late, but early by his standards), feeling pretty damn good about himself, when he noticed a familiar chakra signature nearby - Iruka.
Kakashi took a harsh turn from his route and ambled over to the bush he sensed Iruka's energy coming from. He froze, wondering if he should check on the teacher. It wasn't like Iruka to sit around in a bush. He would know – he had a slight habit of 'watching over' the chuunin.
It wasn't full-blown 'stalking'. It was just that Kakashi had a weird need to consistently check up on the people he cared about. He checked in on the few jounin that he was particularly fond of in the very early morning, his students he saw in the afternoon during training, and that left his favorite chuunin sensei to be watched over in the evening after he was relieved of mission desk duties. And ever since that incident, not too long ago, when Kakashi had been the one to take a collapsed, overworked Iruka to the hospital, the jounin felt he had every right to watch out for the schoolteacher.
Of course, Iruka didn't know that it was Kakashi who had watched him pass out just as he reached his front door (making sure he got home safely) and had taken him to be treated. And Kakashi had made some pretty specific orders (aka: threats) around the hospital that nobody was to tell him. Now, seeing as how he had been trying to get Iruka's attention for quite some time now, it might seem like a good idea to gain the teacher's notice by being his savior. But Kakashi, being the genius that he was, had figured he would only lose points instead of gain them if Iruka thought he had been stalking him. So he kept quiet.
Iruka hated him.
Iruka hated him because he thought Kakashi hated him.
And Kakashi really had no clue what to do about it. This predicament had been going on ever since the chuunin exams. The two had shared a tentative friendship beforehand, and it was actually Iruka's burst out of his ranking to talk back to him that got Kakashi to become interested in the teacher as more than a comrade. Unfortunately, it was the exact same incident that had caused Iruka to become less interested in him as anything. Ok, so Kakashi had been a little harsh… but Iruka had been a little irritating. And then Iruka had been somewhat wrong about them being ready, and Kakashi had also been somewhat wrong about their safety, so, in the jounin's mind, they should be even.
But Iruka was still determined that Kakashi hated him, so he continued to be hostile to him.
Kakashi had tried showing up lately and being friendly to the chuunin, hoping to at least gain back some friendship, and if that went well, he could start pushing toward other things. But it seemed as though Iruka didn't really believe that the jounin just wanted to be nice to him, and would start freezing him out at the beginning of every conversation. This would upset Kakashi and eventually, his inner cranky mood (or sometimes just his lovesick clouded mind) would cause something stupid to fly out of his mouth. Iruka would assume that he was correct in thinking Kakashi came by just to bother and insult him, and Kakashi was left mentally berating himself for constantly building up a bad track record.
At the rate things were going, he was never even going to convince Iruka to stop hating him, let alone get him to return any romantic feelings. Should he even bother trying anymore? Should he just leave Iruka alone? Should he leave the teacher to his bush and stop butting into the other man's business? If Iruka wanted to lie around in the dirt, that was his prerogative.
But before he could move, the object of his recent thoughts shouted something about something in life not being fair and fell through the bush right at Kakashi's feet. How could an infatuated jounin pass up an opportunity like that?
Of course, the stupid shit began flying out of his mouth almost immediately. (That stupid story about the bush wasn't even one of his best stories... he had been thinking of one, but staring at Iruka had distracted him and that horribly mangled anecdote had snuck out.) He attempted to make up for it with more lighthearted conversation, praying that once – just once – he could end a conversation with Iruka on something other than an insult and a huffy farewell.
And all seemed to be going well until Kakashi spotted the mission scroll. And the yearning to find out what was in that mission scroll intensified each time Iruka dodged the question and then started to blush! An inner struggle began inside Kakashi between the desire to end a conversation with Iruka on a good note, or find out what the chuunin's mission was. But of course, since Kakashi is nothing even close to a genius where Iruka is concerned, the curiosity won.
Hell, if Kakashi had known that curiosity paid off like this, he would've started being a lot more inquisitive much earlier on!
He had become slightly concerned when Iruka didn't start yelling at him after he transported himself in front of the teacher. For a second, the glazed over look in the teacher's eyes made Kakashi worry that Iruka might pass out again. But a few moments later, the chuunin's eyes refocused and only seconds after that, Kakashi found his mask being tugged down and the lips he had only been dreaming about pressed firmly against his own.
Kakashi may not have been the brightest bulb in the socket where Iruka was involved, but nobody was so stupid as to miss a chance like this.
In the first split second in which Iruka had his lips steadfastly against Kakashi's, he was sure he was going to get some sort of violent reaction. Would Kakashi pull away immediately? Would he push the teacher away? Would he go into jounin reflex mode? Would he wait until Iruka was done, give him a weird look, and then punch him for daring to touch his mask? Or would he just start laughing hysterically in the middle of it? Iruka wasn't sure which would be worse, but he had made his spontaneous decision, and there was no turning back now.
Of all the reactions that ran through his mind, the one that never even made the list was for Kakashi to stand stock-still for a moment and then start kissing him back.
Iruka had succeeded in locking lips with the jounin for a good three to four seconds without some sort of malevolent comeback, and was just on the verge of declaring phase one of his mission complete and pulling back, when he felt Kakashi push into the kiss and a pair of hands, that could only belong to one person, grab his waist.
Whoa! That was not what was supposed to happen! As soon as Iruka sensed the danger, he attempted to pull out of the kiss, but apparently Kakashi had every intention of finishing what the teacher had started and refused to let him go.
Iruka gasped as soon as he felt the jounin respond and achieved pulling back enough to break lip contact, but only for a second. Kakashi's hands slid further around him as his head dove back to resume their connection.
The jounin pressed his large left hand to the small of the chuunin's back and the other gripped his side, firmly bringing the teacher to crush against him. He started their kiss again with more passion than before, determined to show the teacher that he did feel the same way and there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
Gods, Iruka's lips felt even better under Kakashi's own than the jounin had ever imagined. They were soft and supple, and tasted purely of Iruka. Gods, the taste. He needed to taste more!
The jounin darted his tongue across the teacher's lips, drinking in all the flavor of Iruka. He did it again and again, content with simply taking in his essence until Iruka gave in to his request. But Iruka seemed to be shy. Little whimpers had started escaping the teacher's mouth, but so far, he refused to open up to Kakashi.
The taller man began to rub an enticing pattern on the chuunin's back and calmly took the other's bottom lip between his own and began sucking gently, still darting his tongue across it every now and then. Iruka shuddered in his arms. This was a good sign. He would give in eventually.
Iruka seemed as though he wanted to give in, but he gave a little whimper and clutched onto the jounin's vest, as though to stop himself, at the last minute.
Kakashi mentally frowned. Maybe the chuunin just wasn't into public displays of affection? Oh well – Kakashi could fix that easily. Forming the hand seals quickly behind the teacher's back, the two were almost instantaneously transported to Kakashi's couch. (He had considered the bed, but something told him that might be pushing it a little.)
Wasting no time, Kakashi shoved the smaller man to a horizontal position. The shift caused Iruka to gasp and the jounin finally claimed his prize.
Iruka's mind was in a cloudy whirlwind. Not only was this completely unexpected, but dammit, Kakashi was such a talented kisser, he couldn't even think clearly enough to pull away. And now the jounin had him completely under his will, (in what Iruka could only assume to be his apartment), and was proceeding to explore his mouth as though it were his private property. But gods, Kakashi's tongue was so skilled and smooth, Iruka couldn't stop his thoughts from drifting to wondering how that tongue would feel on other places on his body.
As he felt Kakashi begin to remove his vest for him and then his own, he wondered if Kakashi had read his mind and took him seriously. Dear gods, as great as it felt to have Kakashi's tongue tracing every curve of his mouth and tempting those little whimpers out of him, he had to stop this, now.
Iruka finally turned his head to the side, breaking the kiss. "Kakashi…" he panted, not quite sure how he was supposed to continue after that.
"Iruka…" Kakashi's breath came out hot and filled with lust on his ear. Iruka involuntarily shivered and his mind froze up on him again. Kakashi traced the shell of his ear with his tongue and then began trailing butterfly kisses from behind his ear, down his neck, to his now exposed collarbone – all the while tugging Iruka's hair free of its usual hair tie, and removing his Hidden Leaf headband for him.
"AHHhhhhHHH!" Iruka jolted as Kakashi bit down on the sensitive point where neck met collarbone. But the pain was replaced with near-blinding pleasure when the jounin began sucking. Iruka could feel his body start to heat up in an unmistakable way, and his hands reached up to tangle in Kakashi's hair of their own volition. "Ka…kashi…" His voice sounded wanton and breathless to his own ears, and even he could no longer tell if he was begging him to stop or begging him to keep doing what he was doing.
Kakashi smirked at the breathless pant of his name on the teacher's lips. Finally, he was lulling the chuunin into complacency. And why shouldn't he? Iruka had started the whole thing!
Pale hands quickly disposed of their gloves and slid themselves under the hem of the chuunin's black shirt and pulled it up while Kakashi finished his work (if he did it correctly, there should be a good sized mark there in a few hours), and his lips returned to the other man's.
Iruka could not stop himself from responding eagerly this time. And when Kakashi had finally pushed the shirt up far enough to reach his goal and began to pinch and tug playfully at the nipples, Iruka gave a loud moan into the other's mouth and bucked up. It was getting awfully uncomfortable down there. Kakashi returned the groan as Iruka's erection brushed his own. Dammit! He had been trying so hard to keep it somewhat innocent. But if the teacher was getting as excited as he was… so be it.
His fingers gave one last twist on the now perky nipples and advanced on the rim of the now seemingly too-tight pants. He cupped the teacher and rubbed gently, as if to question if he really wanted to continue. He got the response he was looking for when Iruka cried out into his mouth and bucked again. It seemed as though Kakashi really was lucky today!
As Kakashi broke contact with his mouth again and trailed kisses, licks, and nips down his chest, pausing to briefly flick his tongue against the still pert nipples, Iruka tried to regain his senses. The firm hand was still on his arousal, rubbing more energetically now, and the chuunin truly didn't think he was going to last much longer. He really should stop this. This was wrong! He was just supposed to kiss Kakashi – not screw him! He couldn't do this… he shouldn't do this… oh gods, Kakashi was now starting to unbuckle his pants as he continued his feverish rubbing. Iruka tried to stifle his cry by biting his lip, but he could do nothing to stop his traitorous body from pushing into Kakashi's touch more and more.
'No! Stop this! Stop this now! What is the matter with you? You can't do this! This is Kakashi! You don't feel this way about him! Get out of here before you make the situation even worse! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!' Iruka's rational side was finally starting to fight back to the surface.
Kakashi had just started to slide the chuunin's erection out of his pants when Iruka broke through the last barriers of pleasure-induced haze, pulled his vest off the floor and flung it across his chest, quickly performing the seals to transport himself home.
Suddenly, Kakashi was all alone on his couch, still hunched over, preparing to accept the chuunin into a mind-boggling blowjob – at least, that had been his plan. He sat up and looked around the apartment, a bit dazed and confused. Nobody was there except himself.
Had it not been for the fact that Kakashi was half naked himself and Iruka had forgotten to also grab his hair tie and headband, Kakashi might have chalked it up to another horny dream. He sighed frustratedly, burying a hand in his hair. Shit! What had he done wrong? Had the teacher suddenly realized that he really was moving too fast? Had Kakashi scared him somehow? "Shit!" Kakashi pounded a fist against the back of the couch.
He breathed heavily for a few moments before a smile of revelation crossed his face. Yes, Iruka had run off… but he had been there for a hell of a long time… and he had initiated the kiss that started it all… so that meant…
Iruka really did feel the same way!
And here Kakashi had been worried that the chuunin hated him… Iruka had probably just been having the same flustered thoughts as Kakashi for the past few months.
Kakashi would have jumped up and down like a giddy schoolgirl if a slight shift hadn't reminded him of his painful erection. While Iruka may not have been there to help him with it as Kakashi had hoped, at least now he had a real mental image of a panting, lustful Iruka wriggling underneath him to jerk off to.
Now back in his own home, on his own couch, Iruka tried to catch his breath. He was in fairly the same position as he had been in Kakashi's apartment – hair askew, shirt pushed up, pants unbuckled, and erection still lively – but at least he was far away from a jounin that was able to make him lose his cool by doing unspeakably pleasurable things to him. Damn, he never knew Kakashi was so good at simply kissing that he could lure Iruka into practically begging him to suck him off.
And what was with the spontaneous make-out session? Iruka covered his eyes and tried to tame his breathing. What was Kakashi thinking? He couldn't actually like Iruka, could he? No… that was impossible. Iruka had already firmly established the fact that Kakashi hated him. So why would he do something like that? And his voice… it had been so lust-filled.
Hormones.
That was the only solution that popped into Iruka's mind. Kakashi didn't like him… he just hadn't been laid in awhile. And that was also the only reason Iruka had responded the way he did.
Iruka groaned a bit as he realized his headband and hair tie were still lying somewhere in Kakashi's apartment. But at least he had remembered to grab his vest. Sighing in relief, he sat up. The movement caused him to become painfully aware of the erection his little rendezvous in a certain jounin's apartment had left him with. Groaning, and just a little disgusted with himself, Iruka finished himself off quickly.
He panted quietly and tucked himself back into his pants, buckling them up, and pulling his shirt back down. He picked up his vest and reached into the hidden pocket to put the Evil Mission Scroll From Hell into a safe spot and maybe glare at it a bit before he did so.
However, when he pulled his hand back out, he was only able to stare stupidly as he realized that, in his hand, was not a mission scroll… but a bright orange book with the words Ichaicha Paradise across the cover.
As the full meaning of this predicament hit him, Iruka paled and began shaking horribly. "Oh no… oh no… oh no, oh no, oh nooooo…"
He had grabbed the wrong vest.
Kakashi wandered down the streets of the village slowly, not even bothering to glance at the sun to try to judge what time it was. He was well aware that he was now over four hours late meeting his students – so much for their reward. But too bad. Making out with Iruka or meeting his students early – the winner would always be that sexy little sensei.
He hopped into the clearing and raised one hand in greeting at his thoroughly perturbed students. "Yo."
"YOU'RE LATE!" the usual screech came from Sakura and Naruto. Even Sasuke graced him with an evil glare.
Kakashi smiled widely. "I know – but this time, I have a really good excuse."
The plot thickens... muwahaha.
Ha. Actually, this chapter was lot more intense in the first draft, but then I decided that too much smut too early on just makes a story trashy. So, I hope you agree with me and don't want to kill me for toning it down a bit.
As always, if you enjoyed, please review!
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