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The Tawse That Refreshes	By : Sushi4Brains Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 2232 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Once again, I tip my hat to the one and only WeepingCadaver. Girl, you’re starting to scare me…in a good way.

What Kakashi expected when they reached Iruka’s place was some hot, steamy action, preferably against the nearest vertical or horizontal surface. The location wasn’t nearly as important as having Iruka beneath him…writhing, moaning, or both.
What Kakashi got was indeed hot, steamy, and very wet; a horizontal surface was involved too. Sadly, it was only a mug of jasmine tea served atop Iruka’s spotless kitchen table. Damned expectations!
One thing Kakashi hadn’t anticipated was how to get around the Iruka-sized impasse seated to his right. What should have been the continuation of friendly banter, rapidly devolved into an intensely silent battle; which of them possessed the stronger will?
This current détente was the result of a relatively simple question. All Iruka wanted was for Kakashi to part with a piece of himself he’d spent half his life ruthlessly defending. Kakashi had no intention of letting anyone anywhere near that part of himself. So they sat, one brooding over his tea, the other glaring out the window.
What Kakashi needed was a foolproof plan of escape, and until he came up with one, he’d evade the question at all costs. Failing that, he could quite convincingly feign ignorance of the subject. His final option was to anger Iruka beyond the point of reason, in hopes that he’d forget the question entirely and toss him out on his ear.
Unfortunately, Iruka was like a hungry junkyard dog with a bone, so to speak.
“I think it’s a good idea to get this thing out in the open and examine it from all sides, don’t you Kakashi?”
“Why… Iruka-sensei, aren’t you the brazen one?” he feebly joked. “Do you seriously want me to whip it out…right here…in the kitchen?”
Another exasperated huff came from Iruka’s side of the table. “Smart ass…didn’t we agree we need to be honest with each other or weren’t you listening to that part?”
Figuring the unvarnished truth would either reduce Iruka to a fit of laughter or confound him into silence, he snarked, “As a matter of fact, I was thinking about your lips wrapped around my cock and I didn’t hear a word you said.”
Kakashi almost choked on his tea when Iruka calmly replied, “Hmm…I’m looking forward to that myself actually, but first things first. I need an answer, so quit stalling.” Folding his hands as if in prayer, Iruka quietly snapped, “And for heaven’s sake, please don’t insult my intelligence by lying to me.”
A brief, heated spike in Iruka’s chakra let Kakashi know it was now or never.
“What was the question again, and why is it so important that you know this all stuff?”
Hoping to stave off a headache, Iruka rubbed a pressure point on his neck; it was too little, too late. “Kakashi, your answer is going to determine how or even if we proceed. I’ve overheard you discuss sexual situations in very graphic detail in the mission room, and now you’re going to clam up because I asked how you felt when I spanked you? Surely you don’t expect me to believe you’ve gotten shy in the last ten minutes?”
No, but I’m sitting here trying to hide a hard on like a pubescent schoolboy with raging hormones and a crush on his teacher.
Given the option, Kakashi would rather yank out his fingernails with a pair of rusty pliers than discuss his ‘feelings’…about anything. He’d spent the last few lonely days endlessly analyzing his disjointed thoughts, which lead to nothing but aggravation. Hell, I couldn’t figure out what happened myself and now he wants me to divulge my private anxieties? It would be like trying to harness the power of a hurricane in a tin can…impossible!
The slow, steady drumming of Iruka’s fingers on the table meant he better spit something out quickly to appease the man. When a single bead of sweat dared creep down his back, he reluctantly offered, “For crap’s sake Iruka, swapping tall tales of a sexual nature with the boys is nothing more than mindless conversation, you know, to pass the time between missions. There’s a degree of detachment involved, but what you’re asking for requires something I’m not…entirely comfortable with.” That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
To Kakashi’s way of thinking, showing or sharing his emotions was the equivalent of admitting weakness. Minutes stretched between them, and his agitation grew. Agitation transmuted into irritation, and at last, an emotion he didn’t mind acknowledging; rage. He’d reached the point where he was incensed with Iruka for forcing him to confront his emotions and resentful because Iruka had no problem sharing his. As if that weren’t enough, there was the annoying sexual frustration short-circuiting his thought process; each of these things in turn reared their ugly heads, demanding he give in to one or all of them.
“You want the truth Iruka?” he sneered. “It was a humiliating, exhilarating, and painfully erotic experience. I wanted to rip your guts out and feed them to you and I wanted to screw you through your desk at the same time. Is that honest enough for you?”
The smile forming on Iruka’s lips was positively lewd, yet the tone of his voice was clinical and exacting. “I’m curious, how many times did you jerk off thinking about how I spanked you? What did it for you? Was it the words I said, or the sting of the hairbrush that got you hard?”
“Dammit Iruka,” his fist slammed down hard on the table, “Shut your filthy mouth!”
The inquisitive light in Iruka’s eyes dimmed with compassion, and warmth returned to his voice; “I’m sorry Kakashi; I didn’t mean to be so intrusive. All right, let's come at this thing another way."
Carefully pushing the chair away from the table with his foot, Iruka rose from his seat all the better to cautiously straddle Kakashi’s powerful thighs, “Spanking is not something I do Kakashi, it’s a part of who I am. And yes, I freely admit it’s an incredible turn on for me. Mind you, I wasn't thinking along those lines in the mission room that day, but being aroused was a delightful, yet unintentional side-effect." Iruka exhaled heavily, "If we're going to have a relationship Kakashi, it is imperative that we enter into it with our eyes open. Spanking will be involved in the dynamic of the relationship, but it won't be the focal point. I want to take the time to get to know you, and let you get to know me.” After allowing Kakashi a time to digest that tidbit he added, “If you don’t believe you can handle that, tell me now, so we don’t waste each other’s time.”
It may have had something to do with Iruka’s proximity, or the welcome weight of his hands against his chest, but Kakashi couldn’t detect any traces of deception in either his voice or posture. Well that’s a first, somebody who wants to know me for who I am. Usually people want to get close to me long enough to see what I was hiding under the mask. Others merely want to elevate their standing by being friends with Sharingan no Kakashi. Iruka apparently isn’t impressed or obsessed with either of these things.
“Iruka, if I can’t accept this, do we go our separate ways and pretend this never happened, or would we maintain a friendship?”
“We’ll figure it out. The main thing I want you to know is with any relationship, trust is a major factor. If spanking is a part of that relationship, trust becomes an even greater issue."
That made sense to Kakashi, and he lifted his head to look at Iruka straight on as he continued, “Whether you realize it or not, you trusted me to discipline you and not severely injure you in the process.” Leaning forward, his lips grazed Kakashi’s cheek. “A powerful man like you,” Iruka kissed his exposed cheek. “Submitting yourself to me,” the other cheek received a kiss, “that was damned hot.”
Another kiss, this time to cloth covered lips. “I was very impressed by how well you took your spanking.” Kakashi settled back into the chair when Iruka said, “Watching your bottom pinken and then turn fiery red under my hand and the hairbrush as I held you across my knee…”
Kakashi’s breath caught in his throat.
“Let’s just say,” Iruka breathed, “it made for some toe-curling orgasms every time I thought about it.”
He tilted Kakashi’s chin up. “Did you know, you’re actually the one in control of how long and how severe a spanking is?” A pale eyebrow rose curiously. “Do you remember when you told me you’d learned your lesson and I stopped?”
Kakashi robotically nodded.
“As I said, you’re ultimately in control, even though I’m disciplining you--don’t ever forget that. One more thing in the interest of full disclosure, what I just said does not apply to those rare occasions when I have to punish you; those are the times when I’m in control. I'll be happy to discuss the differences between discipline and punishment later, but I think you’ve got enough on your mind for the moment."
It was as if a weight lifted from Kakashi’s shoulders. Feelings of weakness he’d grappled with for days, bubbled up, and evaporated like cold water on a hot stone.
Cautiously, those neatly trimmed clean fingernails Kakashi previously ridiculed, sensuously scraped over Kakashi’s straining erection, eliciting a hungry rumble from his throat.
“My, my you are a naughty boy aren’t’ you?” Iruka scolded mildly. “If I remember correctly, you’re also a big boy. Let’s have a look to make sure my memory hasn’t failed me.”
Kakashi turned his head away reflexively; closing his eyes as Iruka slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He couldn’t bear to watch Iruka’s expressive face when he saw how hard he’d become just from his words. Will he tease me or turn away from me, repulsed by my lack of self-control?
“You’re very responsive Kakashi, I like that.”
Deft fingers undid the last two buttons of his shirt, and a sudden realization hit him like a tsunami, clearing away all traces of self-loathing and doubt.
The life of a shinobi is a life filled with expectations. Everyone expected shinobi to honor their leader, protect the citizens of their village, and to train hard to keep their skills sharp. Each time he fulfilled his obligations, the benchmark reset, and the cycle began afresh. Over the years, he’d failed missions, lost comrades, and almost lost his sanity. Nevertheless, he plodded ever onward, because that’s what was expected. The need to have clearly drawn parameters of behavior and duty overlapped in his way of thinking. People expected unmatched leadership, unparalleled skill, and undeniable dominance from him, on the battlefield and in the bedroom; that’s what he provided, because it was… expected.
Iruka’s words of praise and unspoken promises of pleasure tapped into that area of his subconscious, which craved direction, and acknowledgement of his efforts. However, Iruka’s expectations were different, hence the confusion he’d felt. Iruka just wanted Kakashi, not the man of a thousand jutsu…just Kakashi.
What a hell of a time to figure this out!
Unhooking his vest as he continued stroking, Iruka whispered, “Lift your hips Kakashi.”
Without hesitation, he grabbed Iruka’s wrist stuttering, “Iruka…I want…with you…”
Thank the heavens Iruka possessed the ability to comprehend what he couldn’t effectively articulate. All too soon, that warm stroking hand disappeared, busied now with lowering Kakashi’s pants. The cool plastic seat cover was like ice against his overheated skin, but he cared nothing for it. Iruka straddled his lap again and when his hand embraced him this time, Kakashi felt Iruka’s hard cock pressing against his own.
Reaching out to knead the muscles of Iruka's solid thighs, intense sensations threatened to overwhelm his reason; damn, I'm so close to having what I've wanted for the last few days.
“This is one of the many ways I reward my naughty boy,” he breathed. “Can’t wait−to show you− some of the other ways.” Iruka’s hand slowed to a maddening pace. “Your proper response should be, ‘Thank you sir.’ Can you say that for me Kakashi?”
His thighs trembling with neediness, his balls heavy and tight, Kakashi would had said anything just to find release. "Iruka−I..."
A quick slap against the outside of his thigh shot another wave of pleasure through his groin.
“Wrong response Kakashi, try again.”
“Thank−thank you--sir.”
“That’s my good boy.” Iruka’s sure strokes increased in tempo drawing Kakashi closer to the brink of orgasm. “I want to see your face when you cum.”
Kakashi froze. He’d never before allowed anyone a glimpse behind his mask, yet Iruka’s words of praise overruled the desire to hide from this man. His hands flew to the edges of the cloth, practically ripping it in half to remove this barricade between them.
Unadulterated lust in Iruka’s eyes amped up his desire and he slipped over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. Iruka followed soon thereafter, his halting breaths cooling Kakashi’s skin before their lips pressed together.
Iruka kissed him much the same way as he ate… slowly savoring each brush of their lips as if sampling an exotic delicacy. His tongue gently intertwined with Kakashi’s and every time he hungrily sought more, Iruka’s teasing lips and tongue would retreat and later reward with a nip to an ear or along his jawline.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up,” Iruka finally laughed.
"Not so fast," he grinned snaking his hands around to grab Iruka's tight little butt. "Since you held my libido hostage earlier, it's your turn to answer a question truthfully. What happens when you misbehave," he playfully slapped Iruka’s bottom. "Do I get to spank you too?"
A quick kiss, a throaty chuckle, and a disappointed look from Iruka, “I’m afraid not Kakashi, you’re the one who needs behavior modification, not me.”
“Sounds kinda unfair if you ask me,” he pouted. “I know how to behave myself.”
“It’s a moot point Kakashi; I will correct bad behavior as the need arises. The manner in which I discipline you will be of my choosing, and rest assured, I would never punish you on a whim. We can work out the details and my ground rules over the next few days. We’ll talk about safe words too,” Iruka, said with a smile, “Over time, we’ll expand your limits. Now come on, let’s get a shower.”
“Safe words−limits?”
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The last time he visited Iruka’s bathroom, Kakashi was the only one naked. This time, his eyes feasted on the smooth breadth of brown skin and defined muscle as Iruka undressed. His broad hairless back, rounded bottom, and thick legs begged Kakashi to touch, lick, and kiss; Iruka encouraged his explorations with small moans of pleasure.
When Iruka reached up to loosen his hair tie, Kakashi paused to watch that thick, brown hair cascade onto broad shoulders. The mental image of his pale fingers twining around those silky locks as his cock disappeared between Iruka’s lips elicited a predatory growl.
"Water's going to get chilly if we don't get a move on Kakashi.” Grasping Kakashi's wandering hands, Iruka lead him inside the shower stall.
Beginning at his ankles, Iruka gently laved him; the heady scent of sandalwood and Iruka’s firm touch, lulled Kakashi into a state of satisfied stupefaction. Once Iruka reached his chest, Kakashi took the cloth from him, “My turn,” he smirked.
Turning Iruka by the shoulders to face the shower’s wall, he guided his arms and hands to brace against the slick surface. Solid muscle twitched under Kakashi’s hands as he groped, kissed, and washed. Iruka’s brawny back and firm bottom cheeks pressed tightly against his chest and groin as Kakashi reached downward to fondle Iruka’s balls and stroke his thick cock. Soap slicked skin proved too much of a temptation; and as he shamelessly rutted against the valley of firm skin, low moans bounced around the shower stall. From whose throat they came made no difference. Just when his self-control was about to snap, Iruka bared his neck for him to ravage at will. It was all he could do not to visibly mark him.
Unfortunately, the rapidly waning water temperature ended bath time a little earlier than Kakashi wanted. No matter, Iruka was naked and well within reach of his greedy hands.
Once dried, they stumbled toward the bedroom, kissing and groping each other along the way. Spread on his back faster than he could blink, Iruka sprawled across him. His sharp teeth and soft lips attacked the sensitive skin of his neck, lips and earlobes, whispering promises of further reward.
“You were thinking about my lips wrapped around your cock earlier,” Iruka muttered against a collarbone. “Let’s see how well reality matches your imagination.”
Iruka rummaged under the pillow for something, but Kakashi’s only focus was on the hardness pressing against his belly. Leaving a trail of hot kisses down his chest and stomach, Iruka torturously made his way to Kakashi’s balls quite deliberately avoiding his cock, which not so subtly demanded attention. Gently suckling each fleshy nugget into his mouth, Iruka’s hands ran over Kakashi’s thighs easing the building tension while holding him in place.
With a final long, slow lick, Iruka’s lips edged toward his cock and Kakashi rose up on his elbows to watch. Thick fingers wrapped around him as he kissed his way upward and at last, Kakashi ran his fingers through Iruka’s hair, grunting his appreciation every inch of the way. His warm tongue circled the head of his cock before slipping into the crevasse, lazily lapping up the salty pooling pre-come, before soft lips wrapped around him. Kakashi leaned back against the pillow when Iruka’s wet mouth began its slow descent and a slick finger sought permission to enter beyond the tight ring of muscle.
Propping the pillow behind him slightly, Kakashi opened both eyes. I don’t care how much chakra it’s going to burn through, I have to record this with the Sharingan. Iruka greedily swallowed him completely while his finger pressed forward. The breach stung a bit, but Kakashi remained intently fixated on what Iruka was doing with his mouth. He scarcely noticed when the second and third fingers slipped inside, what with Iruka’s forehead pressed against his groin. Iruka’s other arm draped across Kakashi’s hipbone just in time to keep him from bucking upward as crooked fingers teased his prostate.
“Iruka−Iruka…” Kakashi panted. “I’m really close …”
Releasing him from that soft, wet prison, Iruka somehow managed to say, "That's good…I want to you to cum Kakashi, but not now." Iruka stroked his unbearably hard cock, "I need to be deep inside you when you cum.” Slowly Iruka kissed his way toward Kakashi's ears, "Let me show you another way I choose to reward my naughty boy."
In all his previous encounters with men, Kakashi never allowed anyone to top him, and now he couldn’t fathom why he’d denied himself the pleasure. Pale fingers dug into Iruka’s arms when the final barrier to gratification was slowly breached; insistent deep kisses distracted his thoughts from the stinging sensation. Kakashi surprised himself when his hips pushed up of their own free will, urging Iruka to move.
Iruka was an infuriatingly patient, thorough, and gentle lover. Several times he restrained Kakashi’s fervor with a gentle rebuke. “All in good time, Kakashi,” he murmured against his ear.
“I can take it Iruka,” he insisted.
“Hush now−I don’t want you to ‘take it’, I want you to relax and enjoy.”
True to his word, Iruka took his sweet time, kissing him, licking, and sucking his sensitive nipples; light touches, here and there, intensified the slow steady advance to release. When finally Iruka dealt his prostate a glancing swipe, Kakashi didn’t see stars; it was more like an entire constellation flashed before his eyes.
Iruka suddenly shifted, drawing the back of Kakashi’s knees over his forearms. From that moment onward, every sharp deep thrust set his nerve endings on fire. Kakashi squeezed his eyes shut, anticipating and fearing the moment he would slip over the edge. The sound of sweat glistened bodies rapidly disconnecting and reconnecting, the wet rhythmic slap of Iruka’s balls slamming against him, and Iruka’s contented moans melded into a symphony of pre-orgasmic white noise.
From the depths of his being came a shout of surrender; hot spurts of cum spritzed across his chest and chin. Just a few more deep thrusts and Iruka released his legs, collapsing on top of him, his own rapid breaths trapped between the side of Kakashi’s neck and the pillow.
“Well done Kakashi…very well done.”
Words refused to move past Kakashi’s dry lips. His last coherent thought before sleep overtook him was:
Damn! Expectations… reality sure kicked your pathetic ass!
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