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Tuesday Night
By : Aleya
Category: Naruto > General
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He wasn’t sure if it was just him, but… was no one else focused in the classroom today. The heat of summer was trying to break the fickle hot and cold of spring; so yeah it was warmer than usual today, but it was just impossible to focus and he didn’t command the attention of the class as he normally did. So he did the only thing he did whenever he wasn’t in the mood for books.
“Everyone put your books away.” Iruka sighed defeated. The chatter immediately kicked up as speculations of what was happening passed around the room quickly, as all gossip does. “We’re going out to spar.” And the collective groans began.
Iruka sighed watching the kids line up and make their way to the sparring grounds. Iruka blew out and grabbed his clipboard and began to pair off the kids according to what he thought would drive them more. Best friends who thrived off the friendship spiel, others who fed off of the rival scene, and those who needed to learn in one place or inspired-
“Is that-?” Iruka’s breath hitched in his throat as he glanced at the backside of a female co-worker. A severe blush and he looked away. “No… it’s not…”
“Iruka-sensei?” A small, girl voice rose up.
“Yes?” He smiled down at the black haired child.
“I don’t like sparring.” She frowned. Iruka sighed taking his teacher role and, as if on autopilot, his speech about tradition came out, but his mind was elsewhere. His mind was off in an alley watching the curvaceous bottom of a woman whose head bobbed back and forth at the crotch of a very dangerous shinobi.
For a moment his senses returned to that night. Her mouth made the most lewd sucking sounds. His skin prickled thinking about that one eye looking at him. Kakashi had watched Iruka carelessly eye the intimate scene which spawned an erection hard enough to deflect a kunai… well… you get the point. The memory easily set him off into a jerking frenzy. Lately his mind has been imagining those long slender fingers and calloused hands wrapped snugly around his cock. He would whisper things into his ear… probably call him a little dirty slut.
Iruka groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his thoughts were wandering again and he could do nothing to stop them.
In any case, one thing was for certain, Iruka was certainly dirty. The reality of his life certainly confirmed that fact. Iruka’s first experiences were with males. School boys in spare time comparing whose was bigger and “Look mine can do tricks!” or “I can make mine grow!” Then the first brushes of puberty came.
Sometimes when I play with it, it feels good, one of his friends admitted. Questions flew left and right. Iruka’s parents finally caved and gave “the talk”, apparently with great shame, once finding him playing with himself; testing out what his friend admitted to doing. Iruka got to proudly relay the details to his friends who speculated the subject. Some had seen their parents doing so and figured it was okay if the adults were doing it.
From there the experiments grew and it was to be kept secret no matter what. In time they learned such things should really be done with girls and his friends shied away, now shamed of their experiments no longer able to look each other in the eye… and Iruka…. Iruka was one of them. He conformed to what “should be” and dedicated his life to the “should bes” of the world. But here he was fantasizing about the deadliest Jounin in the village, definitely not a “should be”.
Hatake Kakashi, at the moment, is Konoha’s most desired bachelor. Women all over the village throw themselves at him, many in the hopes of being impregnated by him. They naively believed that a child would be the thing to make him stay. Others going to the extremes to alter their looks, their identity to become what he would like, what he would desire.

“Sign of harmony!” Iruka rubbed the bridge of his nose at the group of kids before formally dismissing them for the day, which they gleefully took off running. “Study hard.” He muttered sitting on the bench nearby. “Tomorrow’s a pop quiz.” He smirked to himself and reread the notes he’d jotted down during their sparring.
“That’s awfully mean for someone who is good with kids.” Iruka’s blood went cold with the voice that spoke up. He stood and his eyes darted around the yard, then finally up and there he was casually sitting on a branch a leg dangling freely.

“Hatake… Kakashi.” Iruka squint his eyes at the Nin. He hoped to whatever God that tuned in, that his blush wasn’t as evident as it felt.
“Teacher’s still give pop quizzes?” Kakashi’s eye turned to the sky. “I guess the strict ones do.”
“Do you have business here?” Iruka awkwardly cleared his throat.
“Business… here…?” Kakashi tasted the words. “I think so.”
“I see.” Iruka nodded. “I’m sure you’re very busy.” He could feel Kakashi’s eye on his back.
“It seems as if you are as well.” Kakashi said. “You don’t even socialize with friends.”
“’Friends’?” Iruka looked up, his embarrassment gone. “Most of my friends are no longer of this world… and the ones left might as well be.” Iruka sighed, the ones who didn’t change to the “should be”, he distanced himself from them to avoid ridicule.
“I see.” Kakashi just started, reading the little ticks in Iruka’s body language like a book. The differences in their level as Shinobi made each awkward twitch and shuffle speak in volumes louder than anything Naruto could conjure.
“I should apologize, Hatake.” Iruka’s spine straightened.
“Apologize?” Kakashi could only grin knowing where this was headed.
“For spying on a moment meant to be private.” Iruka knew his face was red from blushing.
“Private moment?”
“Tuesday night.” Iruka’s spine was like steel at the moment.
“I think you had a good enough time watching.” Kakashi’s voice was in his ear, the heat of Kakashi’s body prickled Iruka’s, and his skin could swear it had been touched just that quickly.
“I’ve apologized. There is nothing more to say or do about the situation right now. It was inexcusable and that is that about the matter.” Iruka whirled around and Kakashi was still on his place on the fence with his usual plain expression all over his one eye.
“That is that….huh?” Kakashi looked up. “For that kind of intrusion… is one verbal apology really enough?”
“…” Iruka didn’t like where this was headed. Kakashi jumped down from his place on the fence.
“I had been thinking about it, and this is why I came here today.” Kakashi faced Iruka, every slim long limb lax, but on clear alert. Iruka’s tension showed itself all the way to his nose that occasionally twitched. No wonder the guy was a Chuunin. He wore his feelings like that Chuunin vest, probably only barely managed to hide them when it was time to work.
“You came to see me.” Iruka concluded.
“When you think about it…” Kakashi inhaled the spring air. “You did spy on something that shouldn’t be seen. You saw something most people would walk away from. You saw a piece of me that even that woman hadn’t gotten to see.”
“A… piece of you…” Iruka’s blush began to appear.
He saw it all. Small twitches of passion and desire… twitches that shouldn’t have been seen coming from a man of Kakashi’s rank and skill. He had heard the grunts and groans, low enough that woman probably never noticed, but Iruka had caught them. He saw the look of desire in Kakashi’s good eye. All of these bits were scraps of what had been repressed. Tattered pieces of what the shinobi world taught all Nin to repress; be rid of. The more powerful you were, the more deadly, the less you were allowed to share with anyone. In a way… Iruka had seen Kakashi at his loosest, at a vulnerable place.
“Kami…” Iruka groaned a shot of desire bursting through him. He had gotten a peek behind the mask.
“Now you understand my problem.” Kakashi was in his ear and this time he didn’t budge. “Is a verbal apology really enough?”
“What…” Iruka bit back a shiver. “What do you want?”
“Tuesday night. Same place. Your turn.” And Kakashi was gone.
“What?!”
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“What the hell did he mean by “your turn”?!” Iruka was a nervous wreck when the sun began to set Tuesday night. He had pushed the idea out of his mind since there was time. He had considered just not going, but… it was Hatake Kakashi who he owed this “debt” to and he would hate to see what would happen to someone who defaulted on paying up. So with insides like jelly he made his way to the bar. “Another, empty night.” He murmured to himself looking around.
Even less people were in this evening, a couple of women clustered. They dressed plainly, none looking for a partner for the night. Then he spied him, Hatake Kakashi in the corner with his book, reading in the dim light an empty glass beside his lax hand. On the edges of Iruka’s mind he wondered about the Jounin’s looks as the mask had to come off to consume the alcohol. Kakashi’s eye lifted from the page of his dirty novel; the Copy-Nin’s cheek rose into a smile to indicate a greeting. Iruka nodded and took his place at the bar.
“How can it be my turn… and there’s no one here that I find attractive…” Except Kakashi, he added silently. So to kill time he drank while he waited. And drank. And drank. One more time. Okay this will be the last drink… or not.
Iruka had outdone himself. He had officially become drunk on a Tuesday night. The bar had only continued to clear out, and he couldn’t even apologize to the Jounin for the lack of a conquest. The few women that were in the bar this evening were mothers of his students. Widowed mothers, courtesy of the recent shinobi war, but mothers all the same.

"This conscience of yours..." Kakashi's voice came from Iruka's left. "It’s...troublesome."
“Kakashi…” Iruka turned to the Copy-Nin with movements more sluggish than normal for the Shinobi.
“You get too lost in your head.” Kakashi leaned against the bar, towering over the seated teacher.
“I’m just… being cautious.” Iruka pushed up to a standing position, expressing his discomfort of being stood over.
“You’re just torturing yourself.” Kakashi said impatiently. “Like this I don’t know how you plan to repay me.” With this Iruka’s shoulders squared.
“Unlike you, Hatake, some people can’t just show up and take advantage of someone offering a ball of emotions that will only cause more difficulty as time goes on.” Iruka turned to look at Kakashi, who only smiled back.
“Then I will just have to devour you myself, won’t I?”
“What?” For a moment pure desire rushed Iruka’s body.
“Let’s go then.” Kakashi stepped to the side allowing Iruka to walk away first, but Iruka was rooted to where he stood. “Oi. It’s a Tuesday night and you’re drunk.” The seriousness in the Copy-Nin’s tone brought the teacher back to reality and with careful control he moved. In Iruka’s mind there were two storms colliding. A deep part of him was thrilled at the offer, another part worried how much teasing was going on. That part was winning, because as each foot moved him out of bar his annoyance and anger was bubbling to the surface ready to explode.
“No more.” Iruka murmured stopping just near the alley where he witnessed the Copy-Nin tryst with some unknown woman.
“Ah?” Kakashi stopped.
“I said no more. I will not stand for-“
“Kakashi!” The unmistakable voice of a woman squealed before glomping Kakashi, who had already braced himself for the flying hug.
“You’re late.” Kakashi sighed
“Mou!” The girl whined with her lip poked out. “I got lost…on a journey to the past.” She poked her fingers together, and then looked at Iruka. “This is him right?” She moved to stand in front of Iruka. He got a good look at her this way. She had white hair, pinned up into twin tails that went whichever way they pleased; brown eyes and was modest in shape, regardless she was very cute in the face. Stunningly cute. Jaw droppingly cute. How has he never seen her around the village before?
“That’s him.” Kakashi said, at once her wide innocent eyes turned predatory.
“Itadekimasu.” She pulled him into the ally and pushed Iruka up against the wall.
“Ah, we haven’t met before-” Iruka was suddenly very nervous now that his intoxicated mind was catching up.
“Shh” She smiled. “Just enjoy, okay?” She kissed him, bringing his hand to her modest bosom. He made a sound of protest, his eyes wildly looked around and he caught Kakashi, leaning against the wall casually watching.
Part of him panicked more, but the young lady had no modestly about her. Her hand messaged his crotch as her tongue invaded his mouth. It didn’t take too long before her hands touched him the right way and a groan escaped his throat. Iruka held Kakashi’s gaze, a small smile was allowed to leak as Iruka fell into bold touches is this young woman.
“Oh! It got bigger.” Her innocent tone was back, but that look in her eye remained. Taking in that gaze, Iruka was sure of it now. Kakashi had fully intended on receiving “payment” for the free show Iruka had gotten. Probably knowing that Iruka would fail in finding a conquest, he talked this woman into coming. “I want to see.” She knelt to the ground and with nimble fingers she removed his pants.
“Eeh?” Kakashi looked at the teacher’s cock. Iruka could feel his erection slightly waiver as he wanted to blush.
“Itadekimasu, indeed.” The woman licked her lips. Iruka was long and thick at full mast. She smiled and looked up at him. “You’ll make my jaw hurt.”
“U..Ugh…” Any retorts Iruka had were swallowed up the moment her mouth encircled his engorged head. She shuddered and moaned her head bobbing. Her moans were answered by Iruka’s as he thrust into her mouth. She made sounds of protest as she gagged, still she went faster. His fingers entangled in her hair moving her head at the pace he preferred.
Iruka opened his eyes searching for Kakashi. The Nin hadn’t moved and his eye watched her ass, her body the place where her mouth met Iruka’s cock. A spike of jealousy flared up in the dolphin. Looking at her, the girl bucked her hips and could clearly see her hand’s jerky movements. She was touching herself and Kakashi… watched her do it. He wasn’t even concerned with Iruka.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?!” Iruka demanded. Kakashi and the girl both looked at him. Kakashi smiled and the girl went faster on his cock, her hands messaging his sac. Iruka’s knees buckled.
“What I wanted…” Kakashi was now standing over the girl, his nose barely touching Iruka’s. “..Is to watch you fall apart in front of me.”
“Ah… Ah!” A finger invaded Iruka’s ass and the slurping seemed impossibly loud.
“So do it already. I’m watching it all.” Kakashi dropped his gaze. Iruka’s followed and he moaned thrusting into her mouth again. Kakashi was hard and pressed against his thigh, and right below that, Iruka’s cock was disappearing repeatedly into the face of this nameless girl as she pumped his ass.
“Oh… fuck… fuck.” He was thrusting erratically and swore he heard an amused chuckle come from Kakashi. One hard thrust made the girl gag and his seed rushed into her waiting mouth. Kakashi pushed her head against Iruka more forcing her to swallow.
“Fuck… indeed.” Kakashi mumbled.
“Hatake…” Iruka murmured and peeked at Kakashi’s single eye.
“You should go home. You have class in the morning.” Iruka was dimly aware that the girl had tucked him away neatly inside his pants. “Can you make it on your own?”
“Yes.”
“Then, good night.” The girl smiled.
Pyon!
“Fuck…” Kakashi shuddered with the girl’s disappearance into a cloud of smoke. “Good Night.” The Copy Nin vanished.
“O…. Oh no…” Iruka stared wide eyed.
Then I will just have to devour you myself, won’t I?....
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Tuesday Night	By : Aleya Category: Naruto > General Views: 1351 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not Own Naruto and I make no money by writing this fanfic.

Tuesday Night