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Iruka's Sweet Sexy Revenge	By : dattebayo1013 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 1984 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Started out aiming to be a little more fluff and a little less smex… didn't end up as fluffy as I'd of liked but I think it's a step in the right direction...
for my bitches who love angry chibi kakashi + his itty bitty teeny weeny senbon pee-pee

Chapter Notes: Its Sunday, four days after the mission room incident. Iruka lays in bed recounting the weekend then, realizing he has done nothing work productive since Thursday, he leaves Kakashi's to grade papers and make lesson plans. Or well, he tries to...
Hinoki = Japenese tree related to the cypress / Okayu = rice porridge / Tamagoyaki = rolled omelet / Genki kai = 'how are ya?'

Warnings: Ch�nin, its what's for breakfast. j�nin, its what's for lunch.

Day Four: Iruka Works, Kakashi Plays.
Iruka awoke early Sunday morning refreshed from a good night sleep in Kakashi's big green bed. Rolling over into the silky warmth that lay beside him, Iruka melts into strong pale arms, rested but not ready to get up quite yet.
Glancing through wild silver locks, Iruka spies the clock. -Good, still have a little bit before I have to get up. Even though it is Sunday, the ch�nin needs to get up. Iruka has spent the last three days at Kakashi's. Literally. He has not returned home even once since the mission room incident three days ago, and he has papers to grades and things to do.
Cuddling back into Kakashi, their arms around each other, Iruka closes his eyes and reflects. The last three days have flown by in the blink of an eye…
Thursday, Oh Thursday… Thinking back to when it all started Iruka smiles. Thursday was, Iruka contemplates, what's the word? Incredible? Sensual? Unbelievable? To die for? –Thursday was the day it all started. The day of the mission room incident. The day Hatake Kakashi finally walked into Iruka's life in a way Iruka had dreamt about for years but never imagined actually would happen.–Thursday was the day all my dreams came true? Yeah, the ch�nin thinks with a grin, and the most amazing orgasm of my life. He adds, remembering the post mission room sushi sex. Damn.
Moving his mind leisurely along the days, Iruka runs a hand through loose brown hair and chuckles. Friday, the day after the mission room incident, Iruka played hooky.
Terrible professional decision; Incredible personal decision.
Friday morning Kakashi had convinced Iruka to skip work and insisted on reporting the ch�nin's to-be absence himself, explaining how he could better sway Tsunade to understand the direness of Iruka's situation. –Iruka laughs remembering the bullshit the j�nin had said— Kakashi concocted some utterly ridiculous story about a walrus, a talking tree, and The Academy sensei. Before meeting Tsunade, the silver nin explained that he would inform their hokage that Iruka was the only person in all the great shinobi nations that could speak the rare Hinoki language and therefore would be missing school that day due to matters of national security.
Iruka snorts, how in the hell did he convince her to buy that?
His amusement fades quickly into something more lustful as Inner Iruka enthusiastically points out the events surrounding Kakashi's departure: Five minutes prior to leaving, Kakashi had insisted that, being the self-proclaimed gracious host he was, he could not leave a guest unattended in his home, even if it was just for ten minutes as he went to talk to the hokage. Therefore, Kakashi proceeded in forming a clone of himself to attend to the ch�nin. Departing, the j�nin commanded instructions from his doorway, "Listen up clone, Iruka Sensei is our guest, so you must treat him as one. Your purpose is to please him. Do well."
Iruka blushes, Kami did I misunderstand those instructions. He thoughtfully runs his hand down Kakashi's pale check, fingers brushing sleeping lips softly. Inner Iruka mentally kicks his blushing counterpart back to his retrospective daydream. Outer Iruka blushes deeper, but this time for different reasons.
By the time the copy nin returned from Tsunade's office Iruka was so lost in pleasure he did not give a shit about how the meeting had turned out, he was not going to work no matter what. All Iruka wanted was for Kakashi to fuck him into the mattress, and that's exactly what the j�nin did, all day long.
Totally worth skipping work.
Then, after Kakashi had thoroughly fucked the ch�nin into the mattress all day Friday, the ex ANBU spent Saturday nailing Iruka into the couch, the table, a chair, and a plant – yeah it sounds weird but the angle was just right.
Iruka exhales slowly, a small pleasure wave running through his body, but a groggy voice interrupts his reminiscing.
"Morning' Ruru" Kakashi mutters, nuzzling into Iruka's chest, silver hair spraying across mocha chest.
Iruka smiles and responds by catching the waking nin in a full kiss, robbing him of breath.
"Mmm, good morning to you to." Kakashi coos quietly, head dizzy from the unexpected heat filled kiss. He moves his lips to the ch�nin's ears, taking a mouthful of lobe into his mouth. Lazy eyes watch as Iruka responds pleasurably, eyes close and bottom lip nibbled.
"Kaka-shi, I r-really need to get up… I h-have papers to grade."
Kakashi ignores Iruka's words and moves his mouth down the teacher's neck to a sweet spot he knows will convince the ch�nin to stay. "Come on Ruru," he coaxes, nibbling the ch�nin's neck lightly. He runs his hand up Iruka's thigh. "I know you want to" he adds, hand ghosting over Iruka's semi erection.
"Kakashi please" Iruka whines, not wanting to but needing to do other things.
"Maa Ruru-kun, you're anatomy betrays you," Kakashi whispers smoothly, squeezing Iruka lightly.
Iruka's breath hitches and he gives in. Sinking back into the pillows, Iruka allows Kakashi to pin him. Doe eyes close and the ch�nin focuses on the shivering sensations the j�nin's talented tongue is bestowing upon his body. Kakashi licks every inch - sucking, nibbling, and kissing every muscle, crevice, and scar the younger man has. Finally Iruka can take it no longer, "Fuck me please" he begs, thrusting his hips up and grinding his erection into Kakashi.
xoxox
Thirty minutes later Iruka cracks an eye open and sighs, small wisps of pleasure lingering in his system, "I'm never going to get anything done with you around."
Kakashi chuckles softly, pulling Iruka into his chest, "That's okay with me. We can lay here and not get anything done for forever."
Iruka rolls an eye. "Okay Kakashi-san, no matter how appealing that may be, I do have a job which I cannot afford to lose" and with that Iruka pushes the snuggly j�nin off him, jumps out of the bed, and heads for the kitchen –before Kakashi's talented mouth can convince him otherwise.
In the kitchen Iruka grabs orange juice from Kakashi's fridge. Looking around he realizes Kakashi does not have much food. Scratch that, he has no food. A half-eaten jar of pickles sit lonely on the top shelf and what appears to have once been a banana fuzzily resides in the bottom left drawer. Ew. Opening cabinets provides little more. On the top shelf sits a jar of honey. On the bottom shelf there appears to be some dry goods. Ignoring the honey and digging through the food boxes, Iruka scowls. He cannot find suitable cereal –the only promising box he found ended up being four months past expiration. Who knew cereal expired? Finally giving up, Iruka tosses the offending box into the trash.
Note to self: we need to go to the grocery store later.
Before Iruka can analyze a box of granola bars he spies on the counter, silky hands slide around his waist.
"You look so good in my kitchen."
"Er, thanks," Iruka blushes, still not used to receiving compliments from the older man. "You know you have no food?" he asks, changing the subject as Kakashi slides his hands lower.
Kakashi's exposed eye turns into a U. "Then can I have you for breakfast?"
Iruka laughs,"No! I need to go home and do some work, but if you like you can come with me and I'll make you breakfast before I start."
"Ooo I'd love to cum with you Ruru." Kakashi purrs into Iruka's ear, licking it slightly.
"Stop it. Now let's go. Its nearly eleven o'clock and I'm starving." Iruka turns and pulls the now pouting j�nin out the door.
"But Ruruuu" Kakashi whines, stomping his food and crossing his arms, "I'm only hungry for youuu."
"I don't have time for this," Iruka huffs and starts to walk away, "I have papers to grade. Now Kakashi-san you can either come with me, get some free breakfast, and enjoy my company or you can stay there, pout like an overindulged Uchiha, and, seeing as your pantry is more sparse than Naruto's, starve. Either way I'm going back to my apartment."
Kakashi pouts for another minute, body away from Iruka, then, realizing he has not heard a sound he turns around. Seeing Iruka really did leave him, the j�nin sprints quickly down the street. After Kakashi catches up, the pair walk to the teacher's apartment in companionable silence, except for the occasional batting away of a wandering hand or shooing of an overly-friendly lip.
Reaching the front door Iruka pauses, "Now Kakashi, I have to get work done today. After breakfast you are welcome to stay but I mean it, I am grading and lesson planning this afternoon."
"Maa Ruru-kun, ye of little faith," Kakashi chuckles suspiciously, sliding past the Iruka into the apartment.
Choosing to ignore him, Iruka remains silent and discards his sandals at the door. Eyeing Kakashi warily, Iruka then busies himself in the kitchen.
What to make? What to make?
"How about Okayu and Tomato Chicken Tamagoyaki?" he calls to Kakashi whom, Iruka notes, is looking all too pleased with himself on his couch, Icha Icha in hand.
"I hate vegetables, especially tomatoes."
Iruka laughs but stops abruptly realizing the j�nin is not joking. Kakashi is sitting on the couch, Icha Icha folded in his lap, his face as grim as the day Gai started wearing spandex.
He can't be serious…
Snickering slightly Iruka questions the j�nin, "Seriously?"
"Seriously. Once when I was younger I was on my way to the training grounds and a tomato crossed my path...," Kakashi exhales slowly as if the memory literally pains him. "And things got ugly," Kakashi finishes grimacing slightly.
"HAHA" Iruka bursts out laughing, unable to maintain his composure, "Please tell me you're joking."
"Eh, put it in the omelet and find out. Smells delicious by the way, minus the tomato." Kakashi waves a hand dismissingly, retuning his attentions to Icha Icha.
Hmm, Iruka debates inwardly, staring at the tomato in his hand. I wonder what he'd do… After a minute of silent debate Iruka decides not to test the j�nin because he needn't give the man another reason to distract him from grading. Iruka quickly chucks the poor vegetable back in the fridge.
"Breakfast is up."
Kakashi joins the teacher at the table. It's a simple cherry dining table that sits four comfortably. In honor of his guest Iruka decided to use his favorite placemats –navy cotton with purple embroidered dolphins. They are his favorite simply because Naruto gave them to him one Christmas before.
Poking a dolphin with a finger, Kakashi glances up. "Thanks Iruka, this is really good. I, uh, don't cook much."
"I noticed" Iruka chuckles but seeing the j�nin blush he recovers, reaching his hand across the table. "But thank you. Anyone who compliments my cooking is welcome to eat with me anytime."
Kakashi smiles, something unrecognizable flickers behind his exposed eye.
"Ahem" he clears his thought, "I guess I should take this off now. Seems silly all things considered…" he mutters, reaching to unhook his mask.
Iruka stares. Even though he has spent the large majority of the past three days staring at the man's face he cannot help it. Kakashi is beautiful. Silky skin, perfect nose, strong jawline, lush lips. Iruka tugs at his shirt.
Is it getting hot in here?
He glances around then inhales sharply, watching a piece of Tamagoyaki enter the j�nin's mouth.
Oh my gods, those lips.
Iruka continues to stare, watching Kakashi's pink tongue flick out to touch the small morsel.
That tongue.
The table creaks and Kakashi suddenly climbs on it. Leaning across it the j�nin smiles and presses the bite of Tamagoyaki to Iruka's lips.
"Hungry?" Kakashi whispers, taking the morsel off his chopsticks and placing it in between his lips. Iruka watches wide eyed as Kakashi leans forward and slowly presses the food against Iruka's lips. Iruka moves automatically, opening his mouth and taking in the small bite. As soon as he does he moves to catch the j�nin in a kiss, but in a flash Kakashi returns to his chair. Iruka remains half out of his seat, upper body across the table, puckering like a fish.
"Nani?" he questions, confused.
"You have papers to grade and lessons plan to do." Kakashi singsongs in reply, plopping another piece of omelet into his mouth.
Iruka narrows his eyes but resumes eating, occasionally shooting irritated looks across the table.
After they finish Kakashi cleans up and Iruka gets started on his work. He quickly finishes the week's lesson plans, deciding he can work on next weeks later. Moving onto the essays he frowns.
Ugh, he grumbles to himself, I thought I graded half of these last week.
"What's wrong Ruru-kun?" Kakashi calls from the couch, his eye sneakily studying the ch�nin from behind his Icha Icha.
"Just thought I'd graded more of these papers than I had."
"I could help you," Kakashi offers, slipping slowly off the couch. He crosses the room to the breakfast table where the ch�nin sits admits papers.
Uh oh.
Iruka blinks, watching the j�nin sway sensually across the room towards him, like a lioness seducing its prey. "K-Kakashi," he stutters, "I d-don't need h-help."
"Oh but you do," Kakashi purrs, suddenly in the ch�nin's lap, chest pressed flush against the stuttering man. Pink tongue swipes roughly down tan jaw.
"B-But—" -Kakashi grinds into Iruka, eliciting a moan and breaking his speech.
"Let me help you clear your mind," Kakashi whispers, his hands slinking under Iruka's white shirt, slowly sliding the fabric up. "It'll help you focus."
"K-Kakashi, I ah—" Kakashi pinchs a nipple "—I-I really have to f-finish."
"Mmm I can help you do that."
Later Iruka later, a small responsible voice warns him silently. If you start this now you'll never get the grading done.
"L-Later Kakashi." Iruka half shouts, pushing the grinding and groping j�nin out of his lap.
Kakashi hits the floor with a thud, "Well I wasn't expecting that reaction."
"S-Sorry. I-I just have to f-finish this work...Then we can do whatever you like."
Standing up Kakashi rubs his butt. "Will you at least kiss it and make it better?"
"No."
"Meanie," Kakashi grumbles, rubbing his sore backside and theatrically limping across the room. Iruka watches as he plops back onto the couch. Then shooting him a warning glare, Iruka throws himself back into grading.
A few essays later Kakashi appears behind the ch�nin again. The paler man wraps his long arms around the chair and hugs the ch�nin from behind, burying his face in chocolate locks.
"I'm horny." He whines, nuzzling the back of Iruka's neck.
"Hi horny. I'm Iruka. Nice to meet you," the ch�nin giggles.
"Maa, Ruru-kun. Pleaseee." Kakashi grinds into Iruka's back through the chair opening. "It'll be real quick. Please."
"I said no. Now go away."
"But I'm bored!"
"I thought you were horny." Iruka sniggers, quirking a sarcastic eyebrow.
"I'm both." Kakashi pouts, stomping grumpily across the room to the couch.
"Well, deal with it. I'll be done soon." Iruka laughs, returning to his paper work, tuning the persistent shinobi out.
A few minutes later a muffled grunt catches his attention.
Kami, what now?
Looking up Iruka freezes, not believing his eyes. Kakashi is standing across the room, propped up against a wall, jacking himself off.
"Nani? Kakashi?" Iruka squeaks, the essay he was grading.
"Gomen," Kakashi moans. "I-I just couldn't help it," he pants, eye glazing over Iruka in lust. "I'm j-just so horny." His eyes close. His body tips back against the wall support.
Holy shit.
Iruka stares as the pale man shudders. His strokes speed up.
"Mmmm Iruka," Kakashi moans deeply, precum flowing over his tip. A pale hand slides up to smear the white substance down the light shaft. Kakashi bites his lip, groaning softly.
Iruka is frozen. Shocked and totally intrigued. Kakashi is half naked, getting himself off in his living room.
Damn.
Iruka moans slightly as he slinks back into the chair. Brown eyes stare as the beautiful man starts rocking into his own hand, his orgasm nearing.
Pale hands speed up. Kakashi opens his mouth. His breathing is harsh. "Irukaaa" he moans, head back, body arched, and he cums into his hand. "Mmm Iruka," he mutters softly, his hand gently coaxing the remaining drops out, his shaft now glistening.
Iruka blinks, something wet trickles out of his nose. Automatically raising his hand to his face he realizes he is covered in blood. Kakashi gave him a nose bleed, and a bad one at that.
"Maa Iruka, like the show much?" Kakashi smartly replies, crossing the room towards the blushing ch�nin. "I think you're gonna need to change clothes." Iruka glances down at his blood covered shirt, of course it had to be his white one. "Or you could just walk around naked. I wouldn't mind." Kakashi winks, kissing Iruka on the cheek as he runs fingers down Iruka's blood soaked chest.
"Damnit Hatake," he grumps, pushing the nin's wandering hands off him, "You ruined my shirt.
"Aww Ruru-kun, it's not my fault you chose to encroach upon my personal time."
"Personal time?" Iruka barks, temper flaring dangerously, "You are the one who was molesting me while I was grading papers, and you are the one who decided to go jack off in the corner because you wouldn't wait for me to finish!"
"Finish... Haha" Kakashi chuckles dirtily, totally amused.
Iruka glares, chocolate eyes spitting mini senbons, his mind contemplating killing the man. However, Iruka decides, his chances are slim to none against the infamous Copy Cat Nin so he stomps across the room instead, ripping off his ruined shirt and heatedly throwing it in the trashcan.
Like a flash pale hands are on him, "Nnrgh, Kakashi! Get off!" Iruka wiggles viciously, annoyed.
"I'd love to get off on you again. Want to help?"
"NO!" Iruka yells, throwing an elbow in Kakashi's gut. Light hands grab his thrashing arms.
"Mm, come on Ruru-kun. I've been so good all day."
"No you have not. Now let me go." Iruka orders, refusing to back down. He's mad. Mad about his shirt, mad about the three ungraded papers, and mad at Kakashi in general. Plus, at this point, it is also about the principle of the matter –and Iruka, being a teacher, is all about principle.
"Seriously Kakashi," Iruka warns, teacher tone intact.
"But you're so sexy Ruru." Kakashi whispers, pulling Iruka's backside flush against his chest. He rubs his erection enticingly between two plump tan cheeks, his tip sliding slightly against Iruka's naked back.
"You're hard again already?" Iruka yelps, pale lips latching on to cinnamon skin.
"I warned you I was horny" Kakashi mumbles, busying himself with unbuttoning the loose lounge pants. They give in easily and quickly float to the floor.
Iruka squeaks.
"Come on. You can finish those two papers while I stretch you."
Oh shit.
Iruka's resolve is crumbling quicker than the wall at Jericho. Talented fingers circle his hole.
"There's three," he pants out, heat beat speeding up.
"Grade quickly."
Iruka scrambles for his pen as Kakashi bends him over the table and shoves two digits deep inside him.
"Ohhh" he moans.
First? A. Second? B. Last? C.
"Done," he pants, not caring what grade he gave whom, throwing the finished papers in the floor."Please," he whines as Kakashi's fingers flirt with his prostrate, close enough to tease but far enough to torture.
"Beg for it Ruru."
*Knock*Knock*
"Kuso!" Iruka squeaks, ripping his clothes off the floor and running towards the sound. Reaching the front door the horrified ch�nin turns around and barks at Kakashi, "Quit fucking around and put your clothes on!"
"Oi! Iruka-Sensei! Ossu minna Naruto! The one and future Hokage! Open up!"
"Fuck!" Kakashi swears, jumping into high gear. He quickly crosses the room, grabs some clothes, and makes a mad dash for the bathroom.
"Oi! IRUKA SENS—" the door cracks open but before Iruka can speak Naruto pushes in, brushing his way past the door, "Oi Sensei! Genki kai? I was bored and wanted to come hang out."
Naruto plops down on the couch completely oblivious to Iruka's current expression or to the awkwardness that lingers in heavily in the air.
"Uh, Naruto, I-I, umm" –Shit what do I say?—"I, um, was actually in the middle of grading some essay and now –" Iruka stops short, cut off by Naruto bounding energetically across the room.
"Do you have anything to eat?" Naruto asks, ignoring his sensei and opening the fridge. "Oi! Chicken!" He glees, pulling out the uncooked package. Turning to Iruka he smiles, batting his eye lashes in the best I'm-a-sad-and-desperate-cute-puppy-look he can muster "Can you make me ramen please?"
"Naruto, I—" Iruka starts again.
"RiRuRa" Naruto mumbles, mouth full of left over rice, "Why are there boxers on the floor?" the blonde points to the blue pile under the kitchen table.
Iruka follows his gaze and stares.
"And why are you naked?" Naruto questions suspiciously. Blue eyes analyzing the gaping teacher whom is standing across the room in only an oversized t-shirt. Walking up to Iruka the blonde narrows his eyes. "And why do you have on an ANBU undershirt?"
Iruka's eyes bug out, his fist rips the shirt out from his chest into his vision.
Oh fuck.
"Uhh, t-this shirt? I-It's, uh, it's – "
"It's mine." A deep silk voice calmly comments, emerging into the living room from Iruka's hall.
Naruto's jaw drops to the ground. Iruka flushes the color of roses and slowly turns around. Kakashi is walking towards them shirtless, body gleaming like a god. In nothing but a towel.
Naruto's mouth gapes like a fish, head thrashing comically from side to side.
"Ruru-kun, I think you have my pants too." Kakashi smiles sweetly, crossing the room to where the pair stands
Naruto stutters, unintelligible sounds pouring from his open mouth. Peering unbelievingly back and forth between his senseis he finally finds his voice.
"I-Iruka-sensei?" the dumbfounded blonde sputters, eyes unblinking white as snow, "Y-You and K-Kaka-Sensei?"
Iruka slinks down into a chair, his hand covering his blushing face.
.gods.
He crosses himself then looks up.
"Naruto, we need to have a talk."

End Notes: thanks for reading. let me know what you think. necesita feedback. much love.
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