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Ninja Don't Fear Spiders	By : ClaireBear Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 2220 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Ninja Don't Fear Spiders
- 1
Summary: Iruka is terribly afraid of spiders but Kakashi
comes to his rescue.

Pairing: Kakashi x Iruka

Warnings: Yaoi, rimming, non-con, evil evil Kakashi
and �A HUGE FUCKING
SPIDER!

Note:� Guess where I got the inspiration for this fic� go on� guess?� Yeah� I fucking hate spiders. <:s

Wow, I managed to finish this in
two days!� It would have been sooner but
I was too busy reading �Sasuke, My Pet�, by IvvyMoon.�

-Ninja Don�t Fear Spiders-

At one-thirty in the morning, Kakashi-sensei
would like to be doing either one of three things: �Sleeping, reading an �Icha
Icha� novel, or having sex.� At one-thirty this morning, Kakashi was doing neither of those things but he wasn�t at
all displeased with being called out of his home this morning in particular.� It wasn�t something that required great
urgency nor had Godaime, Tsunade-sama
requested his presence.� Iruka-sensei was the one that had summoned him and there
could be only one reason why the Chuunin needed him
so desperately at such an ungodly hour.

Kakashi put a hand to his mouth
to cover his yawn even though his mouth was already behind an uneven mask.� He�d dressed quickly and it showed.� He wore no gloves, his shirt was inside out
and his hitai-ate appeared to droop lower than
usual.� There seemed to have been some
debate over whether he should wear his jacket or leave it behind before a
compromise was reached and he opted for it but decided not to waste time with the
zipper.� In hindsight, he cursed himself
for choosing not to wear anything beneath his pants because the chilly, night
air left a draft between his legs, and his shoes made a flopping sound as he
walked because he�d shoved his feet into a pair of scandals and didn�t even
bother to pull the straps behind his heels.�
Everyone in the village knew that Kakashi-sensei
liked to sleep in the buff, which was the primary reason no one ever bothered
him during these times, and Iruka blamed himself for
the proud Jounin�s sloppy appearance.

�Where did you see it?� the copy ninja asked drowsily,
lifting the empty, plastic cage he�d brought with him.

�B-Bathroom,� the visibly shaken teacher stammered and
hugged himself tightly more out of the need for comfort than warmth.

Kakashi nodded, his disheveled
hair flickering like a white flame.� That
explained Iruka�s loose, wet hair and the fact that
he was standing barefoot, outside his front door, wearing nothing but his
bathrobe.� Soapsuds slowly trickled down
his head and neck and Kakashi assumed the poor man
didn�t even get a chance to rinse himself completely before flying out of the
house.

Iruka waited outside while the
other ninja disappeared behind the threshold, but he returned only a few
minutes later with a victorious smirk on what little was visible of his
face.� �Got him,� Kakashi
chirped and held the insect case aloft, triumphantly displaying a brown spider,
the size of a dinner plate, trapped inside.

The neighbours were jolted out
of their slumber by a high-pitched, ear-shattering scream.�

�G-Get rid of it,� Iruka
yelled, stumbling backwards and putting as much distance between himself and the monster that was just as scared as he
was.� Maybe even more
so.

Kakashi stared in wide-eyed
humor at the teacher�s terrified reaction but he didn�t laugh.� Instead, he smiled and assured him he�d never
see it again.

�But� d- don�t kill it,� Iruka
stammered, not even sure himself that was what he really wanted.

The silver-haired man, lifted
his hand in respect of his pacifist request before dashing off to a weald just
on the outskirts of the village.� While the
threat was neutralized, his mission was far from over, and Kakashi
returned moments later to find the frightened teacher still outside his house
and the adjacent houses swamped in darkness now that the neighbours
had gone back to sleep.� �Iruka-sensei, you should go inside,� the older man frowned,
concern etched deep upon his brow.�
�You�ll catch cold standing out here like that.�

�I- I�m fine,� the teacher braved a smile but Kakashi couldn�t tell if he stuttered because he was still
shaken or because he was starting to freeze.�
�C- Could you just check the rest of my place, p- please?�

There was no arguing with him in this frame of mind and
the copy ninja searched his flat from top to bottom, checking every nook and
cranny before trying to encourage him to come in out of the night air.� �A- Are you sure?� the man whimpered and
nibbled nervously on his thumb before taking one cautious step inside.� His frantic, brown eyes scanned every square
inch of the kitchen and living room before he allowed Kakashi
to escort him in and closed the door behind them.� �

�The only living creatures in here are you and me,� Kakashi confidently assured him.�

Iruka nodded, still skeptically
searching the room and trying to make himself believe that but, when the older
man moved towards the door, the jittery Chuunin
reached out to grab him by the arm.� �Kakashi-sensei, could you stay the night, please?�� He�d almost bit his tongue with the speed
he�d made that request and Kakashi eagerly kicked his
shoes onto the welcome mat by the door.�

�Sure, I�d love to spend the night,� the perverted ninja
smirked and the prudish professor blushed before drawing his mouth into a stern
line.

�D- Don�t say it like that,� he stammered, this time from
embarrassment.

�Sorry, sorry.� I�m
just excited you should ask me, Iruka-sensei.� You know, you never let me spend the night
unless it�s for reasons like this,� he said almost sadly.

�I know and I�m sorry,� the young man apologized then
hung his head shamefully.� �I know it may
seem like I only call you when I need you for something, Kakashi-sensei
but I do like being in your company, I just�� his voice trailed off and he knew
he was going to catch flack for what he said next.� �I just worry what people will think.�

Sure enough, Kakashi�s visible
eyebrow dropped and the indented lines of his mouth were easily seen through
his mask.� �Iruka-sensei, why do you care so much what other people
think?�

�Because there will be gossip.�

Kakashi leaned closer and his
clothed lips brushed against the teacher�s tanned ear.� �Then let�s give the busy-bodies of Konoha something to gossip about, ne?�

�Kakashi-sensei, please
behave,� and the copy ninja laughed as he watched the demure man�s face turn
beet red even as he attempted to chastise the kinky adult.� His blush deepened when the taller ninja
lifted a pale hand to touch his hair and he watched him frown as he considered
its rough, dry texture.

�Iruka-sensei, you need to
wash.�

The man stiffened at the concept of stepping into his
shower again, the same shower where he first saw� it.� Kakashi
watched as the other man shuddered and began to hug himself, as if reliving the
traumatic experience, and he really hoped he wasn�t going to scream again, his
ears were still ringing from before.� �Iruka-sensei, it�s alright.�
I checked the bathroom and it�s clear,� he took him by his elbow to give
it a light squeeze and that seemed to calm him somewhat.� �If you want, I can stand in the doorway
while you wash.�

Under normal circumstances, Iruka
would have accused the infamous closet pervert of trying to be a voyeur and,
under normal circumstances, he would have told him �no�, but he�d managed to
escape an arachnid encounter of the worst kind unscathed and was too paranoid
there might be another so he swallowed his discretion and closely followed the
other ninja into the bathroom.� �I�ll be
right here if you need me,� Kakashi smiled sweetly
and the way he said it made Iruka feel as if he�d be
requesting his �non-spider-catching� services very soon.� The tanned ninja muttered something about him
constantly having �H� thoughts before sliding the shower-door closed, wishing
it came with a lock and key.

Unfortunately for the copy-ninja, the shower glass wasn�t
smooth, it was a textured pane of Plexiglass that
distorted the image of Iruka slipping out of his robe,
running his hands across his body and water cascading along his skin as he
lathered and rinsed away a thin layer of sweat and dirt.� Despite the obstructed view, Kakashi-sensei still enjoyed the show and it was a treat
for his imagination as his exposed eye caught every lift, every bend and every twist
of Iruka�s blurred frame.� His entertainment was brought to a prevenient end and the wet ninja politely asked for his
companion to hand him a towel.� Kakashi grabbed the only one he saw from the rack and
placed in the outstretched arm that poked from behind the stall door.� A tug-of-war ensued and, when the Jounin tried to sneak a tiny peek, Iruka
slammed the door on his face, nearly taking off his nose.

Again he was offered a delightful show of Iruka-sensei drying himself with the white cloth and he
couldn�t help but notice that he paid thorough attention to places where water
was the most difficult to remove.� �Iruka-sensei, if you need help I�d be glad to dry you off
with my tongue,� and Kakashi was certain he could see
the other man blush from behind the patterned glass.� The teacher looked up at the blurry man on the
other side of the door and, as if suddenly believing he really could see him,
the modest ninja squeaked and threw the towel around his nudity before emerging
from the shower.

�Kakashi-sensei, how rude of
you to watch me bathe,� the shorter man said in a huff as he stomped past his
grinning lover.�

�I was only thinking of your safety, Iruka-sensei,�
was his sly remark.� �What if the spider
came back?�

He shuddered at the thought and subconsciously took a
step closer to the Jounin.� �Very well,� he said with a �humph� and
instructed the other man to get him another towel from the bathroom closet.� This one he used to dry his hair (after
shaking it thoroughly to make sure no surprises were hidden between the folds) and
stepped before the mirror where he saw the copy ninja casually leaning against
the wall and watching him closely.

Iruka dared himself not to
blush and tried his best to ignore the gaze that freely roamed his body.� It started at his feet and inched up along
muscular calves, stopping at the hard line of white cloth, which was a stark
contrast to the bronze of his skin, before climbing higher to caress the subtle
curve of his ass from behind the towel and followed the band where it hung low
on two hard, masculine hips.� His eye
lazily drifted along the indented curve of his spine, complimented by a
well-defined back and two prominent shoulder-blades on either
side, and Kakashi admired the way the sinew in
his shoulders worked as he rubbed the towel into his hair.

Iruka-sensei was not as sculpted
as he was, nor as heavily built as many of the other Chunnin.� He was a teacher first, and, although he
never risked his life on as frequent a basis as other ninja; chasing down
delinquents, dodging stray kunai, and avoiding badly disguised pranks helped
keep him in shape.� Kakashi
didn�t know how he did it, being around kids seven hours a day, five days a
week.� He�d rather take on an S-rank
mission than do what Iruka did.

�Iruka-sensei, you work
yourself too hard,� the insightful Sharingan wielder
noted and approached the shorter man to take over the task on his hair.� As expected, the bashful Chuunin
blushed but thanked him all the same for his relief.� His hands were firm and moved meticulously
against Iruka�s head and, while they moved slowly,
they were soothing against his scalp and brought Iruka
into a more relaxed state.

�I only do what is expected of me,� he stated with great
pride.�

�I�m sure no one expects you to be working this late,� Kakashi probed.�
�Tell me, what were you doing that you felt it necessary to bathe at
such a time?�� He watched his reaction
closely in the mirror and Iruka�s gaze dropped to one
side, hinting there was something he was wary to admit and he bit on his lower
lip, indicating that he was hesitant to tell.�
�Iruka-sensei, is your teacher�s salary not
enough that you�ve taken up prostitution to make ends meet?�

If it was physically possible for a person�s jaw to touch
the floor, Iruka�s would have.

�Don�t be ridiculous,� the shorter man practically
shrieked.� �And must you be so blunt when
you say things like that?�

�Sorry, sorry.� I
jumped to the wrong conclusion,� and he laughed at the other man�s expense.

�If you must know.� I was with
Naruto-kun,� he confessed.� �I haven�t seen him in a while and I was
worried about him, so I treated him at Ichiraku�s and
we talked about his dreams of becoming Hokage.� Later, we sparred a bit and I hadn�t realized
how late it had gotten.� He�s grown under
your tutelage, Kakashi-sensei.�

The copy-nin was flattered by
the gratified comment and he was glad to hear that such a slow-learner like Uzumaki Naruto had developed
within the few months he�d taken Team Seven as his responsibility.� Iruka concerned
himself far too much with that Genin and it must have
been hard for the young man to be around the Kyuubi
vessel; the demon that was responsible for the death of his parents.� However, Iruka-sensei
was one of the few villagers that didn�t look upon the child with hatred
because he never saw the Nine-Tailed Demon fox when he looked at Naruto-kun, nor did he blame him for the countless lives
lost eight years ago.

�The silver-haired
ninja tossed the towel to the floor and wrapped his lean arms around Iruka�s tanned torso while nuzzling his cheek against his
still damp hair.� �Iruka-sensei,
you say such kind things.� It makes me
all warm and fuzzy inside,� and he chuckled when the smaller man squirmed in an
attempt to break out of his embrace.� His
struggles came to an abrupt halt when he realized that the towel wrapped
loosely around his waist started to slip further and he managed to grab it in
time before it joined the other on the floor.

�Kaka-,� he didn�t bother to make an excuse, just bolted
from the bathroom and into the adjoining bedroom but not before baring a pair
of rounded buttocks to the Sharingan user�s lecherous
gaze.� Had he acted fast enough he just
might have been able to give one a playful pinch� but, what was to stop him
anyway?� And, with his new mission in
mind, he sought out the Chunnin�s plump derriere for
molestation.

Iruka was a surprisingly fast
dresser and, just his luck, he�d slipped on a pair of pants first before
shrugging into a dark-blue, cotton T-shirt.�
Kakashi�s disappointment was evident from his
expression and Iruka would have stuck his tongue out
at him but he�d only take that as a challenge and forcefully undress him again.

He was such a bully sometimes.

�Kakashi-sensei, do you want
the left or the right?�

He always asked that question whenever the Jounin had to sleep over, which was a rare occurrence in
and of itself, so he never heard the question often
enough that it became redundant.� It
still annoyed him whenever he asked though, but he knew the polite man was just
trying to be a good host.

�I�d prefer to be on top,� he grinned and that brought
another blush to the already flustered ninja�s face.

Iruka chose to ignore that and
reached out to pull back the covers, but his hand froze in place and his body
stiffened and the fear that emanated from his Chakra was suffocating in the
cramped room.� As if reading his mind, Kakashi removed the sheet to give it a firm shaking, then lifted the pillows for good measure.� Once everything was to the Academy teacher�s liking, he climbed into bed while his Jounin partner stripped out of his clothing and turned off
the bedroom light.� Iruka
offered him privacy by looking away while he undressed.� He knew well, more than anyone else, about
the copy-ninja�s preferred sleeping arrangements which was primarily why he
never let him spend the night in the first place.� Oh, he didn�t mind sleeping next to the other
man without any clothes on it was just that everyone would automatically assume they weren�t doing much
sleeping.� He also wanted to ask him to
keep the light on, just for tonight but he wasn�t afraid of the dark and Iruka didn�t like to be wasteful.

The bed shifted beneath Kakashi�s
additional weight and Iruka shivered when he draped
his arm possessively around him.� �Iruka-sensei, you�re cold,� he breathed against the nape of
his neck and the clarity of his voice and the feel of his warm breath against
his skin meant that he�d removed his face mask as well.� Kakashi drew him
closer until they were pressed flush against each other and Iruka
feared his face would melt away from the heat of his blush.� Goosebumps rose on his skin when a calloused
hand tenderly rubbed against his smooth arm and a heavy thigh wrapped itself
around his hips.� �Do you feel warmer
now?�

Iruka stifled a gasp as moist
lips grazed against a very sensitive spot on his neck and he swallowed hard to
get his throat working.

First of all, he wasn�t cold.� He was only a little skittish about the
spider and, in the dark, anything and everything took on an arachnoid
shape.� His frightened eyes were drawn to
the slightest movement and the darting shadows caused by the trees as they
swayed beneath the light of the bright moon, caused him great unease.� Secondly, he was getting warm, but it wasn�t the type of warmth that stemmed
from external sources.� The things Kakashi was doing to him and the things Kakashi
said to him were exciting to someone who hadn�t been intimate for quite some
time.

�No, I just- I mean, I thought I
saw-�

�Shh, don�t be afraid, chibi,� Kakashi silenced him by
slipping two fingers past his lips.� �I
can take your mind off it,� and he closed his mouth around the teacher�s spot,
bringing a startled moan from his chest as he teased it with his lips, teeth
and tongue.�

Iruka tensed beneath the
attention and his teeth bit lightly against the digits in his mouth before
sucking obediently on them when they pressed against his tongue.� �Very good, Iruka-sensei.�
Make sure they�re nice and wet.�

If it were possible to die of embarrassment, the Chuunin surely would have.�
Iruka whimpered when Kakashi�s
free hand slipped beneath his shirt and sought out one nipple, bringing it to
immediate rigidity with his fingertips.� The
white ninja removed his hand from his lover�s mouth and Iruka�s
pulse quickened when he knew what was coming next, but the Jounin
surprised him by teasing his other nipple with his wet hand and the teacher
gasped at the contrast of dry heat and cold moisture on his chest.

�Iruka-sensei, do you like it
when I touch you like this?�

There was no response, just heavy panting and Kakashi chuckled then kissed the hard contour of Iruka�s jaw.� The
teacher turned his head and their lips met with a passionate intensity, his
tongue timidly seeking out its partner and Kakashi�s;
bold and relentless as it explored the deeper recesses of his beloved�s mouth.� He pinched both hard, little nubs and the Chunnin arched his back, trapping a delicious moan within
the other man�s mouth.�

�Undress for me.�

Iruka hesitated, unwilling to
comply, but Kakashi was already lifting him onto his
knees and the pushy lover left him to the task while he lay on his back with
his hands �propped behind his head, an
arrogant smirk splayed across his lips.� Iruka�s hands shook as he slowly lifted his shirt above his
head and laid it neatly beside him before his fingers went to the waistband of
his sweatpants and fumbled with the knot.�
Kakashi watched with great interest as the
other man peeled the fabric from his hips and down a pair of lovely, brown
legs.� The article of clothing was
discarded with the first which just left a pair of simple, plaid boxer shorts
that did absolutely nothing to hide his arousal.� His strip show stopped there and the nervous
young man turned to the other rather sheepishly.�

He was beautiful; an alabaster Adonis basking beneath the
silver rays of the moon.� His pale skin
glowed almost ethereally against the light and the many fine scars that he�d earned
in the line of duty were now scarcely noticeable.� His facial structure was a work of art and it
was a shame that he kept such a magnificent feature behind that mask of
his.� However, Iruka
felt a certain hauteur in knowing that he was the only
one to be graced with such a phenomenon.�

Kakashi tried not to laugh at the
self-conscious young man.� Even after all
this time he still found it difficult to undress completely in front of
him.� He wished the teacher was more
comfortable with his nudity as he was.�
It wasn�t as if he had anything to be ashamed of, Iruka-sensei
was quite breathtaking in the nude and the only notable scar he had was the
horizontal gash across the bridge of his nose.�
Kakashi knew as much because he was very familiar with Iruka-sensei�s
body.

The white god rose from his supine position on the bed
and kneeled before his caramel-skinned lover.�
His movements were fluid, yet controlled, demonstrating a contained
power that was known only to Konoha�s famous
Copy-Ninja.� A muscular arm wound around
his shoulders to support the back of his neck as he pushed the smaller man
gently onto his back.� The boxers were
removed with as much careful consideration and Iruka
covered his private parts with both hands.�
Kakashi flung the underwear across the
darkened room and brushed away the teacher�s attempt at modesty with his now
free hand.

�There�s no reason to hide yourself
from me, Iruka-sensei,� his extroverted lover
whispered against his temple before planting light kisses across his cheek and
the pronounced scar across his nose.�
Pale fingers lightly grazed against the underside of his erection and Iruka jerked his hips, seeking more of his touch.�

�Spread your legs for me.�

Iruka did as he was told,
shamefully exposing his lower extremities to his lover�s exploratory fingers
and his breath hitched when they playfully fondled the rim of his anus.

�Kakashi-sensei!�
�It was a husky plea; a request for
something more, an appeal for his humiliation to be brought to an end and one
finger slipped in without further persuasion.�
Iruka took purchase on the Jounin�s
sturdy shoulder and brought the knuckle of his other hand to silence his
whimpered squeals.� Each sound titillated
his senses and Kakashi brought his ear closer to the
source.�

�Iruka-sensei, you make the
most amazing sounds,� and he praised the Chuunin by
adding a second finger, earning another lilting moan for himself.�

�Ka- kasha-sensei� don�t *ah* don�t say such things,� the
bashful professor panted between strangled breaths.

He pulled away to gaze down on his erudite lover; his beautiful,
brown eyes heavy and half-lidded with lust and his facial features slack with ecstasy.� His chest rose and fell with each rapid
breath he took and the muscles in his stomach contracted with every pulse of
the curved shaft that lay atop it.�
Caramel brown thighs were spread obscenely wide apart to accommodate the
vanilla white arm between his legs and two, long
fingers were shoved all the way to the hilt inside his willing body.� Kakashi couldn�t remember
when he�d last seen anything this erotic and his own body shook with the need
to feel release.

�Iruka-sensei, I can�t help
it.� You look so slutty and you�re clenched
so tight around my fingers, like a virgin.�

�No,� the other man groaned in embarrassment and turned
away, covering his face with both hands.

He was being mean on purpose but watching Iruka behave like a pious, school-girl was an immense
turn-on.� The silver-haired ninja crawled
between his partner�s legs, grabbing him behind the knees and tilting his lower
body back until his ass was pointed towards the ceiling and his knees were
almost touching his shoulder.� Iruka sobbed as he peeked through a slit between his
fingers and could only watch in mortification as the daring man dipped his
tongue into his puckered entrance.

�Kakashi-sensei, please don�t.�� His cry was muffled against the palms of his
hands and was subsequently ignored.� Kakashi�s brazen gaze locked onto one of abashment and Iruka�s shame doubled beneath its intensity.� �Kakashi-sensei, I
can�t take it,� his voice quivered as weakly as his manhood and Kakashi used this evidence to refute him.�

�You say you hate this but your body is honest, Iruka-sensei,� and he released one leg to curl his fingers
around the Chuunin�s dripping member.�

�I think I�m going to die.�

�Hm?� I can�t hear you with your mouth covered like
that.� Please remove your hands from your
face when you�re talking to me, Iruka-sensei.� It�s rude.�

He slowly pulled his hands away, revealing an unnaturally
red face and eyes glimmering with unshed tears.�

�So cute.�

Kakashi returned to his fetish
and the teacher was left with no option but to cry out and fist his hands into
the sheets. ��Iruka-sensei,
that�s the sexiest bedroom face you�ve ever made for me,� the Jounin said between kisses.

He choked on a sob and turned away, shame-faced.

�Please, look at me, Iruka-sensei.� I want you to watch me enjoying your taste.�

By sheer will alone did he manage to meet the other�s
gaze and his face turned upwards in mirth at his boyfriend�s obedience.� �Please watch me, Iruka-sensei,�
he said like a little child starved for a parent�s attention before dropping
his head again and closing his lips around Iruka�s anus.

The brunette threw his head back into the mattress but
managed to keep his eyes locked on the smoky pair that glared at him from
between his legs and, when Kakashi was certain he
wasn�t going to look away or close his eyes, his features softened and he resumed
his practice.� The hand around his shaft
began to milk him slowly as his tongue simulated a similar momentum.� Kakashi moaned
loudly, much like one would after sampling a tasty delicacy, and his tongue
burrowed deep into his rectum then wriggled around a bit before retreating
completely and piercing him again, venturing deeper each time.

Iruka�s toes curled and he
couldn�t believe he was actually enjoying this.�
What Kakashi was doing was so unhealthy� so unhygienic�
so unsavory� yet, it felt so unbelievably good.�
His cock twitched, drooling precum on his
chest and Kakashi�s hand and that seemed to give the
experimental Jounin an idea and he began to fill Iruka�s hole with his saliva.

The other man shuddered at the feel of that slippery
liquid running down his crack and seeping into his arse
but when the coy ninja started to drink it back in, complete with loud,
slurping noises, Iruka screamed and kicked his legs.� The disturbance surprised the other man and Iruka took advantage to earn his freedom and he turned onto
his stomach and buried his face into the mattress to cry bitterly.

If he really wanted to escape such treatment then he
should have left the room and he soon realized his error when he felt himself
being lifted onto his knees and his ass was in the air again.� �Kakashi-sensei,
no,� and he yelped when a pair of arms grabbed him roughly around the waist and
a hungry mouth attacked his dripping, wet hole.�
He was filling him with saliva again and the startled teacher clawed at
the bedding as if trying to get away.� Kakashi took note of this and sat up straight, pulling the other
man back and lifting his hips onto his shoulders then wrapping his arms around
his waist to keep him in place.

Why did Kakashi always want to
do such weird things to him?� If he wasn�t
trying to have sex with him in public or asking to borrow his underwear to sniff
while he was away on missions, he was doing� this. Although the other man was forceful and did such things like
this against his consent, Kakashi was surprisingly
gentle with him, and, while they had a safe-word, Iruka
never had to use it.� In fact, he�d
forgotten what the safe-word was and he wished he�d remembered it now so that
at least he could put a stop to it.

The slurping began again and Iruka-sensei
resigned himself to his fate.

The poor teacher was reduced to a panting, shivering mess
as tears leaked from his eyes and Kakashi�s spit drizzled
across his testicles.� God, help him, but
he was going to die from either embarrassment or pleasure but he didn�t know
which emotion was more intense.� He was
certain his face would never be more red, but he was so close and he never
imagined that something like this would get him off, but he never got the
chance to figure out because Kakashi was putting him
back on his knees and getting into position behind him.

Iruka wasn�t aware he�d been open-mouthed
drooling until he saw the spittle gleaming against the back of his hand and he swallowed
at the same moment he gasped when he was entered suddenly without fair warning.

�Iruka-sensei, are you okay?�
his concerned lover gently tapped his back as the teacher was racked with a
coughing fit.

He nodded, but his throat was too dry and too hoarse to
give verbal confirmation.�

Iruka coughed again and Kakashi frowned then started to pull out.� �Iruka-sensei,
should I stop?�

The young man raised a hand and shook it vigorously and
his eagerness brought a laugh from his fair-skinned partner.� �Shall I continue?�

For a moment, Kakashi wasn�t
sure he�d heard him until he nodded awkwardly and, instead of resheathing himself, like the Chuunin
expected, Kakashi pulled all the way out before slamming
himself back in.� Iruka
coughed at the force and a moan was not far behind it.� The larger ninja leaned over him, his chest
flat against his back and the smaller one shivered at the feel of his warm
breath against his neck and shoulders.

�Iruka-sensei, you really are
so tight,� the Jounin sighed dreamily and arched his
back, sending his shaft deeper.� �No
matter how many times I enter you, you never get slack.� It�s like taking your virginity all over
again.�

Iruka would beg to differ.� Yes, Kakashi still
felt as large as he did the first time, but at least he was not as
uncomfortable on his entry.� The stinging
and burning was muted now compared to the excruciating pain he�d endured that
night.�

�I�ve made you so nice and wet inside too.� It�s amazing.�
I slide in and out of you so easily now,� and he came out to thrust into
him to demonstrate.

The humiliation he suffered, however, was a million times
worse than it had been their first copulation.

�K �kasha-sensei,� he made an attempt to speak.� �Please don�t say such things.�

�Aww, Iruka-sensei,
don�t you like it when I talk dirty.�

�After all the times I�ve asked you not to I thought you
would have got the message by now,� he said with a roll of his eyes.

Kakashi laughed and sat back on
his haunches again, this time, taking Iruka with
him.� �But I love to watch you become
flustered when I say and do perverted things.��
He started to move now and, whatever Iruka had
attempted to say, was lost on a shuddering gasp.� �I love the sound of your voice when you moan
and scream my name,� his hands tenderly caressed his lover�s side and occasionally
stopped to graze his nipples.� �I love
the feel of you tight and hot around me,� Kakashi�s lips
nuzzled his black, shoulder-length hair to locate that favourite
spot on the back of his neck.� One hand
abandoned the Chunnin�s chest and reached out to fist
his lonely member.� �I love to feel your cock
pulse within my hand when you reach orgasm, and the way you clench around mine.�

A helpless noise spilled from the teacher�s quivering
lips and he knew he was getting close.�
No matter what he said, he couldn�t deny the way his body shamelessly
reacted to such naughty words.� �No,� he
moaned, still coherent enough to deny the truth.�

�Do you know what I also love about fucking you, �Ruka-chan?�� His
language was becoming more crude and his thrusts more rapid.� �I love coming inside you, and spilling my
seed deep into your stomach.� Do you like
that too, �Ruka-chan?�
The feel of my white-hot milk shooting into your ass?�

They were moving faster now but the pace was still too
slow, his hands were gripping Kakashi�s wrists
tightly for lack of something to hold onto and he bit hard into his lip, trying
to steel his cries of pleasure.� Then Kakashi said
something particularly vulgar and he bit his teeth into the rim of the brunette�s
ear and something inside Iruka snapped and he
screamed at the top of his lungs.

�Kakashi-sensei,
fuck me!�

In the span of one heart-beat, he was flung back onto his
stomach and Kakashi was straddling him in an obscene
manner, his thigh muscles drawn tight and his hands on either side of Iruka�s head as he maintained his balance and hammered away
mercilessly.� He grazed the man�s
prostate once and they almost woke the neighbourhood
again when the teacher yelled his name.� He
adjusted his angle so he hit it every time after that and flashes of light
danced behind Iruka�s brown eyes before he was consumed
by the most violent climax he�d ever experienced.

�Iruka-sensei,� Kakashi hissed as a powerful suction engulfed his shaft
from his rippling insides and his balls tightened almost painfully as they
emptied their load into the ass that tried to suck him dry.

How he managed to stay upright, Kakashi
didn�t know, but he didn�t want to collapse on Iruka
and he wasn�t quite ready to remove himself from him either.� As an accomplished Jounin,
he was used to crouching in uncomfortable positions for long periods of time,
but his body had never been this drained before and he eventually had to
retract to give his weary legs some rest.�
Iruka was still too out of it to move and, as
he leaned back against the headboard, he was given the treat of his life as he
watched his semen ooze from his boyfriend�s contracting rectum.

Once his breathing stabilized, Iruka
stretched out onto his side and Kakashi was there,
right next to him, drawing the blankets over their damp bodies.� The bronzed ninja glanced up at him from
behind thick, dark lashes and Kakashi shared with him
a contented smile before wrapping a possessive arm around him and cradling his
head against his shoulder and, as Iruka drifted off
into the warm allure of sleep, the spider was the last thing on his mind.

***

Despite an eventful night, Kakashi-sensei
was up with the rest of the village but only because Iruka
had made breakfast and the mouth-watering aroma of bacon, sausages and eggs made
the growling in his stomach unbearable to sleep with.� Stuffed, slaked and still very tired, Kakashi-sensei staggered through the streets (earning odd
glances from the other pedestrians) and made his way to the outskirts of the
village to the grove of trees where he�d been the night before.� Kakashi slipped his
hand inside a hollow stump and pulled out the insect case he�d hidden there,
glad that the eight-legged prisoner was undisturbed and still alive.

He wasted no time in getting the creature back to its
owner and chanced upon Aburame Shibi,
training with his son, Shino, on the clan�s compound.

�Yo!� the Jounin
greeted both men with a raised hand from a hazardous perch atop a tree branch.� He was still gloveless, since he hadn�t the
opportunity to stop by his apartment after leaving Iruka
but at least he�d made himself look presentable otherwise.

�Good morning, Kakashi-sensei,�
both insect-whisperers returned in unison.�
�Ah, I�d almost forgotten I loaned him to you,� Shibi
said after the energetic ninja jumped down and approached them to offer the
case in an outstretched hand.�

�I didn�t think it would take two weeks for Iruka to find him,� Kakashi
smiled apologetically and rubbed the back of his head.

�No harm done,� the elder Aburame passed the cage to his son and the spider actually
seemed glad to see them.� He instructed
Shino to return the arachnid to the farm and, once he was out of ear-shot, the
adults went on with their conversation.� �You�re
a terrible man, Kakashi-sensei,� Shibi
chuckled knowingly, his shades glinting against the sunlight from that
angle.� �Frightening that poor teacher in
such a manner and disturbing the district in the wee hours of the morning.�

The copy ninja shared the good-natured laugh.� He was relieved Iruka
hadn�t hurt himself as he tried to escape the creature, nor unintentionally
brought harm to the Aburame pet.� �Aoh!� But it�s the only way I can have any fun with
him,� he sighed.� �He�s so modest and discreet, he never lets me sleep over except for that
reason.�

�Then stop being such a coward and propose to him
already,� the other man said, his tone suddenly
serious.� �You know he�ll gladly accept.�

�I know� and I want to,� Kakashi�s
shoulders drooped and his he hung his head to look sheepishly up at the other
man.� �It�s just that� I�m afraid of
commitment.�

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