AN: Right. Things will get pretty bizarre and quite mature from here (not explicit but close enough to make you decide which parts you wish to read), which is part of the reason why this is a separate chapter from the previous one, but I hope that you'll be able to keep on track for what's happening to whom and in where. Give a shout if not, then I'll edit some more.


Day 13 Night PART TWO: Inconvenient hard-ons and a handful of one hard-to-repel chuunin

"Trade."

The single, softly spoken word echoed like a lightning bolt throughout the dark night air, and the pitch black eyes stared open wide at the sight that was presented to them only an arm's length away. A bit blurry, but an understandable view of a pale face nevertheless, and what a sight it was.

Too bad that Iruka's self-preservation instincts were hitting the top scores at that same moment. Otherwise he could have appreciated a bit more the mouth-watering being that sat just two feet away from him and that was leaning quite heavily against the chopstick the chuunin was still holding against the pale forehead. The men sat frozen on the spot, the black eyes measuring one another while the red orb chose to stay closed for further notice, the nocturnal sounds encircling the men with the serenade of chirps, coos and distant echoes erupting from the bustling urban nature around the light-gray house. To add some more to the fun aspects of his situation, the sensei found himself lost with his next decision if he should either push the pale-skinned, grinning bastard away and run for his life or take on the man's abruptly changed tactic and give the jounin a night to remember by his tan hands and eager lips.

True to his chakra nature, the jounin beat the chuunin to it.

Before he could even take a gasp of air, Iruka found himself being pushed down on his back on the terrace floor, the sake cup he had been holding falling from his hand and rolling across the wooden planks as his wrists were taken into an iron hold by the pale, strong hands. A gust of warm breath tickled his neck and cheek as the older man settled upon his pinned body, but none of the accumulating facts were the one that was putting his alarms into high alert.

It was the growing buzz of familiar electric current that he could already feel to take over his lower areas that were in contact with the sly jounin's body. The dark eyes turned to look at the bright blue wave that traveled steadily upwards on the tan body, erupting the chuunin's system into a frenzy on its wake, making Iruka's legs and hips flex in agitation as the nips of torturing lightning teased his heating skin. He could feel his body respond eagerly to the given stimulation, the dusky nipples hardening at the same speed as his cock inside the black training pants, his wanting lust growing out of hands with every passing second the jounin gave him with the electric blue fireworks that made his head dizzy.

"What am I to you, sensei?" Came the huskily whispered question from the jounin's direction and Iruka let out a sudden cry of pleasure as the pale man's frame rolled its hips against his, making him feel the throbbing erection the other was undoubtedly sporting in the dark gray sweatpants. The pale hands pinned his struggling arms firmer to the ground and the academy instructor gave yet another shout of ecstasy as his silver-haired captor increased the flow electricity running on his skin. To Iruka it felt like his whole body was devoured with the crackling blue lights and blinding pleasure, and the second his vision was swallowed by the blue shadows and white light he knew he wouldn't last long. He could feel the burning hot tremors crawl all over his trembling lips, swipe after swipe making his head swim as the deep indigo sizzles danced on the now damp and sweaty skin. The electric pressure against his mouth felt like a pair of needy lips seeking desperately for deeper contact with his mouth, and without any further thought Iruka felt his mouth to open and permit the searching lightning caress his tongue in a passionate kiss. His hips were on fire and the tell tale signs of one hell of an orgasm was building with too strong force inside his loudly singing body for him to keep it at bay any longer.

"Do you want me to chase you?"


The doors to the bedroom opened and a pair of stumbling men hit the floor as the one struggling to keep the couple upright missed a step in his haste and tripped over a pile of clean shirts that had masks attached to them. A flash of silver could be seen in the dark room as one of the two men just barely managed to shield the other one who had been on his merry way down to the ground face first, both drunken bodies hitting the wooden floor with a pitiful thump.

The deafening screech of lightning that followed the said fall wasn't what the other one had been after with his rapidly failing attempts to keep the younger man away from harm, though, and the loud curse that was shouted by the masked lips was foul enough to nullify the wanton groan that was dropped from the sun-kissed full lips of the unconscious one that instinctively rolled his hips against the now utterly mortified older man who was counting the last seconds of his fraying sanity he was losing the more alarmingly the longer he kept contact with the lustful dark-haired demon.


The tan hands dug deep into the glowing skin beneath them and the wooden floor boards creaked with every thrust the narrow hips gave against the equally vigorous honey-toned backside of the moaning chuunin. Fierce kisses were exchanged in the heat of the frantic fucking Iruka didn't even realize that he had missed so much over the lonely years, and the teacher could only hold on as he strong male body above his writhing form knew exactly where to touch in order to make him lose it with every single thrust of the hot, pulsing length that did wonders to his prostate with that specific angle.

By the time the fourth orgasm made the last remnants of his gray cells vanish into the blue sea of pleasure, Iruka couldn't any longer distinguish where he began and the other man ended. Not that it even mattered as long as the other kept on eating him like the hungry beast the man seemingly was.


A series of aggravated curses flew past the hidden lips that were bitten the next moment when the troubled jounin's body was hit with yet another blinding orgasm caused by the tan hands that suddenly took a hold of his posterior and gave it such a rough grope the jounin hadn't even known that the straight-laced sensei could indeed perform when sufficiently motivated. By sheer willpower, the fervently gasping silver-haired man prevented his hands from strangling the handsy chuunin that was making it hard for them to reach the dark-haired nymphos bed. With a rougher move than intended (and gentler than he really would have liked to deliver), the pale, lean body pushed the tan one further away from it only to see the honey-toned leg step onto one certain garishly colored Travel volume n:o 1, the well-worn cover of the thin book crinkling beneath the twisting heel.

Kakashi felt like killing himself. No, actually, he wanted to kill that wicked woman of a Hokage right that moment. They should have known better than to let themselves to be lured into her plots by free ramen and a box of alcohol. They had been none better than the rookies that were usually the ones to make such mistakes.

Comparing himself to genins did little to ease the homicidal urges that were bordering his hazy, drunken and blue-tinted mind.


"Ah! Oh kami, yes, ah, ah, AH! Deeper, please! AHH!" The hands roamed all over his willing body and having given up on counting his releases altogether, Iruka had lost himself into the feel of the other's body pumping in and out of his wanting ass. A hoarse scream ripped itself from his already abused vocal cords as the strike of lightning made him see beyond stars. He wanted.

He needed.


Kakashi was awe-struck. Not even an hour ago they were competing over the Twenty Cups he had been more than determined to win in order to finally make some sense into their situation, and now he was being tripped, pushed and toppled on a futon by the same man that had opposed all of the seven hells to get even close to the bed sheets with the now bewildered jounin. A chaos of sensations attacked his body and both his skin and muscles felt like being dipped into burning gasoline on the areas the younger man had touched, exploding the waves of heat that had already been teasing him into a magnitude of one hefty scorching tsunami. The firm hold on his ass taken by the strong, honey-toned hands was registered far too late for him to do anything about it, and momentarily his vision took on a blue filter obscuring all the natural lights and shadows from his mismatched eyes while he felt his body being roughly pulled off from the mattress only to be pressed flush against the lean frame of the heavily panting younger man. The husky groan next to his ear and the needy whimper escaping the sun-kissed lips were the last things his mind was capable of categorizing before a hand took a slightly hurting hold on his wild mane of silver hair and a forceful pair of lips pressed against his masked ones, promptly making all of his brain activity die for a second. His back met the futon once more, far more violently than before, but somewhere in the back of his rapidly collapsing mind Kakashi couldn't care less as he could feel the greedy tongue of the other man swipe hungrily against the dark cloth that was still covering his face. His lower regions had long ago decided to drop the resistance against the electric pulses ravishing his body, the electric, throbbing ache making a low, rumbling growl of lust erupt from his masked throat. The sudden feel of an other set of hips grinding heavily against his own was more than convincing for him to lose himself into the cacophony of pleasure the other man was seemingly enjoying, the low moans and breathless gasps filling the jounin's ears to the brim.

Hell, he wasn't even sure if he could remember his family name anymore.


Iruka bit back a needy whimper as he felt the other's arousal twitch inside him, sending an army of delicious tremors doing wicked things in his own groin and pushing his body to press more against the fine muscular specimen of male anatomy that he had managed to capture. All he could see was blue light and flickers of almost blinding white every time a new wave of sinfully intoxicating electricity ran down his body, but he didn't give a rat's ass about that matter since he had far more interesting things to concentrate on. The rolling movement of his hips increased the moment his ears caught on a muffled growl falling from the lips moving against his, the building feeling of an undoubtedly rewarding orgasm filling his very being and driving him to push the burning lust to the very limit within him-

Without further warning, the curtain of darkness descended upon his severely sidetracked consciousness.


Wheezing for air, Kakashi slumped against the mattress, the back of his head resting against the solid surface while the spinning mind of the genius shinobi sought solace in the cool feel of linen against his heated skin. His lungs burned from the lack of oxygen, and to compensate that he took in deep gulps of air, feeling like a fish on dry land, while at the same time he hoped that the possibility of fainting due to getting almost suffocated because of one frisky chuunin kissing the daylights out of him could be avoided.

Numbly, the trembling, pale hands were dropped down to his sides, and the gray, narrow eye risked a glance at the mocha-colored man that had dropped atop the uncontrollably shaking body of one Konoha's leading jounins after the man had been knocked out by two vicious blows to the temples. Agonizingly slowly, the shaking pale hands took a weak grip on the limp body laying on top of the panting jounin, and with more effort than he should be putting into moving an unconscious body that was roughly the same size as he was, the exhausted jounin managed to roll the mission desk worker on the other side of the narrow mattress, the gray eye staring absentmindedly as the dark-haired head lolled drunkenly from one side to the other as the chuunin's body stilled on the dark sheets. Hitting someone on the head after they had just awoken from an electric shock that had been accidentally given to their frontal lobe wasn't the smoothest way to handle the situation, granted, but at least it was more effective than the pathetic attempts to drag one intoxicated, disoriented and furthermore disturbingly horny chuunin into a bedroom, maneuver the man onto the right futon, and furthermore doing all that without any bloodshed nor ravishing the willing drunkard the moment the honorifics flew off the table.

He should have done that the instant the chuunin had begun to stir from the terrace floor.


He was floating.

Or sinking, perhaps.

It didn't matter.

The dark blue world that surrounded him was as silent as a grave, and after a moment of consideration, the dark brown eyes were fully opened and they gave an examining look around the honey-toned body as it sank deeper down into the intense blue. His body felt weightless and not a single sound came as he snapped his fingers together next to his ear, only the shift of air telling hims that he had even moved his fingers since there was no sensation of feeling the fingertips coming from his skin.

That could be his cue to get nervous about his situation.

Then a pair of arms circled him from behind, and slowly Iruka felt his body settle against a solid chest and stomach of another person. The pulse of warmth that traveled through him was inviting and made him feel safe despite his nagging logic saying that he didn't have the faintest idea who the arms holding him belonged to.

The nimble fingers brushed down his chest and let a wave of tremor run over his sensitive skin, and Iruka closed his eyes as his systems started to respond to the faint touches that were given to his bare upper and lower body. He felt like an instrument that was held by the professional hands, the adventuring fingers knowing which note to play in order to make his body hum in delight.

"Do you want me to chase you, sensei?"

..He had heard that question before somewhere. Why couldn't he remember? Lifting his gaze, Iruka was suddenly greeted with an identical image of himself being held by a pair of arms. Nothing more. Just arms.

Two rather familiar armored arms, to be more precise.

The mirror image dissolved into nothing the moment the widening dark eyes caught onto a striking white porcelain mask with red marks to appear behind the tan shoulder, the hands holding him tightening their grip on his suddenly tensing body. Not wasting a second, the chuunin's hands were pulling and struggling against the steel-hard hold the other man had on him, and silent curses flowed past his lips as the academy teacher fought for his freedom from the masked assassin whose mellow voice was slowly taking over his mind, the warmly speaking tone repeating the said question over and over again until it was hard to separate the murmured words from each other. Then a raspy gasp of air was taken by the masked man, and briefly concerned what the other had in mind for him, Iruka turned to look at the mask's direction amidst his struggles.

What he saw made his blood turn cold.

Answering his look were two gleaming eyes that had a clear and cold blue tint inside them, and what was enough to send a freezing shiver shaking the sensei's whole frame was the predatory grin that slowly spread on the white mask, it revealing rows of deadly sharp teeth in the mask's mouth of which Iruka was quite certain that it didn't usually belong in the regular ANBU mask.

Not that he got to stroll further down that path of logic before the revealed teeth sank into his shoulder and made his mouth tear open into a muted scream of shock. An assault of desire flooded into his veins through the fierce fangs biting into his flesh, the chuunin feeling his strength and resistance leave him with a faint gasp that escaped him when the second love bite done by the white mask pierced the skin on his neck. His whole being was set into a numb swirl of sensations when the arms took almost a bruising hold onto him, the armor's edges digging painfully into his skin that had started to feel feverish and nauseous at the same time.

"It's dangerous to arouse a man's lust for the things they have bad, sensei", growled the mask against his sweating skin and thus gaining the attention of the half-conscious chuunin. As if being drunk, Iruka rolled his head to the side and gave a narrow glare at the mask that still held its teeth sunk into his skin. He felt like he had to say something back. Anything to chase the odd creature off his case. With the renewed resolve, the frowning mouth opened to deliver a rather nasty comeback for the smugly grinning mask-

only to blurt out a blob of a black substance down to his chest. The chuunin watched in muted horror as the black liquid traveled over his chest, stomach, hips and genitals, making a suffocating weight settle on the areas it had smeared on its way down the honey-toned body. He couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't break free-!

"You're scared of me, sensei."

Shocked, the bleary brown eyes shot up to meet with the lone gray eye that was peering him over the dark mask. The quietly speaking voice was gruff and laced with something very distinct Iruka had always thought being out of the other's reach, seeing the man always so detached and light-worded. The realization made an excited shiver run down his neck and take over his upper back, especially the particular, still unbitten spot which had sported an imprint resembling a row of teeth once. His gut was set into stormy frenzy of butterflies the moment the pale fingers stroked across the black-smeared abdominal area, setting the nether regions of the now panting chuunin into an anarchy yet to be experienced for the usually well-controlled teacher who was passing the limits beyond mortification as he could feel rather than see his body to shamelessly arch more open for the jounin to catch a view on his uncovered better bits. The half-lidded dark brown orbs registered the downright obsessed look passing the narrow, steel-hard gray eye and before his mind had caught up with his libido and restrained it back into submission, the sun-kissed lips parted with a shaky breath.

Slowly, the pale fingers reached for the edge of the mask, and Iruka could feel his heart thunder in his ribcage. Ever so carefully, the fingers smoothed the dark fabric that ran over the pale nose, and then they curled around the highest edge. "What am I to you, sensei..?"

Two set of teeth sank into his flesh before he could even register that the jounin had removed the mask from the pale-skinned face, leaving him with a scream of flaring pleasure as his only company when everything else turned black inside him.


What Iruka wasn't prepared for, though, was to suddenly realize himself staring at a familiar, dark bedroom in which was also located the futon he oddly enough found himself sitting on, the dark eyes wild and wide with panic as the last remnants of what seemed to be one hell of a nightmare still made it their business to keep his pulse beating to the maximum levels. His lungs hurt for some reason and his throat had had better days, not to mention him getting slowly more aware that his heart beats had never before sounded so unsteady as they currently did. Swallowing down the rising nausea that played a match of table tennis with his gut, Iruka concentrated on calming his breathing with long intakes of breath, the chuunin gradually setting his body from high alert down into a more suitable levels of adrenaline. The dark-haired head was then cradled between two shaking hands, and despite his loudly thrumming ears, the gening instructor somehow achieved to reach the normal frequency for the sounds being heard from the environment, although not with some difficulties.

As a further notice, his whole head felt like it would explode at any minute.

Then, as the last final blow to his already screwed up memories concerning the latest events of the previous hours, the feel of something sticky coating his damp skin caught the suffering man's attention.


AN: There. Will be grateful for all the bones being thrown at this direction.
As a rather late reply for the OMG cat: Ruff.