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By : djserani
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Yamato heard the thud and smiled. He'd done his own head banging back home before he left. It helped to calm him a little to realize that the other man was just as nervous as he was.

Of course, then the door opened and he stared. It wasn't like he hadn't seen the other man dressed before. He'd been in that very nice snug sweater and pants when he'd been out with the other teacher, but even so, he couldn't stop the need to soak up the other man with his eyes.

He'd left his hair down and Yamato had to force himself to keep from reaching out to touch it. He had no idea why it drew him so much, it just did. Dear god, he felt like a teenager again.

He managed to shift his eyes to what the other man was wearing. This shirt was a button-down type with the collar open and he forced himself away from that neck. The images of fixing his mouth to it slammed into him and he knew his cheeks were heating just from that. Dammit.

He swallowed the drool and forced his eyes up to the gorgeous face. He managed to dig up a smile from somewhere and Iruka responded to it, smiling back. And then there's the way his whole face sort of smiled when he did. "Hi," Yamato managed trying desperately not to blush.

"Hi." Yamato saw Iruka looking him over and the blush won.

They just stared at each other another moment when Yamato mentally shook himself. "Um, here." He handed Iruka a bottle of sake. He'd labored over that decision for nearly forever. He didn't have the first clue what to bring a man for a date. He somehow didn't think flowers were very appropriate, so he'd settled on the sake, knowing, at least, that Iruka liked it.

"Oh! Thank you," he said, blinking down at it, then smiled again. He turned into his apartment and set it on his kitchen table.

"Ready?" Yamato asked and Iruka nodded. He stepped back and watched the younger man close and lock his door, then they headed out to the street.

He had no idea if he was supposed to take his hand or anything. Ugh, he should have asked Kakashi what the hell to do. He obviously had some experience with this stuff. Then again, he'd never seen the man actually date, so he had no idea if the copy nin really took them on dates or if they just did� stuff.

"Hmm?" Iruka asked as they turned down the street.

"I'm sorry?" Yamato asked.

"I thought you said something." Iruka said.

"Oh. I didn't mean to. I was wondering if Kakashi actually took Genma or Raido out on dates. And if so, did he take both of them at the same time?" Yamato shook his head.

"No idea. I have to admit, it's a little weird. I mean, not the part about them being guys," he hurried to add.

"No. More the fact that there are three of them." Yamato sighed. "I think that's just something I'm not quite going to get. But I'll say this much, he seems to really care about them."

"I suppose it's possible. I mean� parents care for more than one kid, right?"

Yamato glanced over at the teacher. "Yeah. Huh. I never thought about it that way." He frowned. "But I don't remember my parents, so I don't really know."

"I'm sorry!" Iruka said, hurriedly. "I didn't mean�"

"No, don't worry about it. I really don't think about it most of the time." He shrugged. "There are times it bothers me, but mostly because I don't have any family, you know?"

"Yeah, I do. I mean, I remember mine, but they've been gone so long." Iruka swallowed.

"I'm sorry! Ugh. I'm doing so great at this." He sighed, rolling his eyes at himself. "Doing great at putting my foot in my mouth, though," he muttered.

Iruka laughed. "You're doing fine. I brought it up first, remember?"

"Right." Yamato chuckled making a concerted effort to let it go, then sighed. That seemed to break the tension a little bit. They turned a corner then and paused outside of Ichiraku's. "Um, I don't want you to think I'm cheap or anything, but, well, I thought since it's your favorite�" he stumbled over his words, his cheeks burning.

Iruka grinned. "Who told you?" Yamato swallowed, but before he could speak, Iruka said, "wait, don't tell me�"

"Naruto," they said at the same time and laughed.

"I think it's great." Iruka said, ducking under the curtain and they took seats near the end of the counter. "You know, I would have brought Maiko here but I didn't think she'd appreciate it."

Yamato laughed. "I love it. Not my favorite food like yours is, but it's up there on the list."

"What is yours?" Iruka asked, a little too casually.

Yamato concentrated on the menu. "Walnut shrimp."

They put in their orders and Yamato had to get a grip on himself. He tried for a safe subject. "So, tell me about your kids."

"Kids?" Iruka stared at him blankly. "OH, my students!" He sighed. "God, I'm a mess tonight," he muttered, shaking his head. Before Yamato could reply to that, though, he launched into a nice long distracting discussion about his students. After the first few comments, Yamato found things he could ask about and they both started to relax more.

By the time the ramen was served, they were once again comfortable around each other. Conversation flowed into Naruto and Yamato's other teammates, including Sai and his attempts at making friends. Then there were the inevitable comments about the copy nin. "I swear the man has one of those books glued to his hands at all times," Yamato said, shaking his head.

"I know. I mean, I know they're not just porn. Mature, yes, but not just porn, right? But even so, you'd think he could put them down once in a while." Iruka laughed. "I think he does it deliberately. Make people thing he's lazier than he really is."

"I think you're right about that. You know, the new Icha Icha movie is out. I was wondering if you'd want to go see it after dinner." Yamato swallowed, hoping that he'd say yes. A nice dark theater that didn't require conversation but allowed him to still be close might help things a bit. Of course, that could cause its own problems, but he'd face those when they happened.

"I didn't know it was out. That sounds good," Iruka said and Yamato saw the blush. He wondered if the other man was thinking the same thing he was.

Well, why the heck not? He couldn't help but wonder what might happen after their date was over. If he had gone out with a woman, he'd be wondering if he could get her into bed. Why not this person, too?

Because it's a man and you've never dated a man before. He shoved his inner-self into the back of his mind. He was already enough of a wreck. He didn't need the extra help.

There was an awkward moment when the check came that they stared at each other. Who the heck paid? Yamato wanted to, but he didn't know what Iruka was thinking. He settled on, "I asked you out," and picked it up.

Iruka stared at him another moment, then said simply, "thank you."

This was definitely different. Yamato sighed. He wondered if this went further if he'd ever get used to dating a man. Deciding it wasn't a question he could answer then, he shoved it aside.

When they stood and started walking toward the theater, the tension started to creep in again a little. Yamato bumped Iruka's hand at one point and they glanced at each other, blushing. Then, deciding to just take a chance, Yamato took the other man's hand.

Dear God, that felt good. It was ridiculous. Just holding his hand. Yamato realized he felt like he had on his very first date years ago. And it was kind of like that all over again. Everything here was new and different than any of his experiences.

Iruka's hand closed around his and they said nothing, just walked the last couple of blocks to the theater in silence. He had to let go of the other man's hand to buy the tickets and he felt a ridiculous disappointment at that. He shook it off as they stepped into the theater, holding the door for the other man. Iruka just glanced at him, blinking, then went through.

"Um, popcorn?" Yamato asked as they approached the snack counter and Iruka nodded. When they had the bucket and drinks, they headed to the theater itself, but they were early, so they had to wait.

"It's been a while since I've read this one. I don't remember much about it." Iruka said, frowning in thought.

"Um, they go undercover. I think there was a mob boss involved? I don't remember much, myself." Yamato took a sip of his drink, trying not to think about the hair that was right next to him again. It was almost close enough to bury his face in and he fought against the urge to do so.

"Oh! Right, I remember now. Hmm. I wonder who owns the rights to these now that the Pervy Sage is gone." Iruka wondered. He held out the popcorn and Yamato took a few kernels, grateful for something to think about other than the man next to him. At least for a few seconds, anyway.

"Actually, he passed them to Naruto."

"Wow. Really?" Iruka's eyebrows went up in surprise. "Lucky kid."

"Yeah." Yamato chuckled. "He was actually kind of annoyed, though because now, Kakashi's always trying to get him to pay for lunch."

Iruka laughed. "I can believe it."

The doors opened then, and one of the employees came out. Hey smiled at them. "You can go in."

"Thanks," Yamato held the door and Iruka paused before going through, glancing over at him. Yamato figured he was having as much trouble with the idea of dating a man as he did. He decided to just say something.

When they found seats near the back and were settled, he turned to the younger man. "You know, this is completely new to me, too. I have no idea what to do, for sure. I mean, do I hold the door? Do I pay?" He shook his head.

Iruka chuckled. "I've been wondering the same thing. I keep thinking there's something I'm supposed to be doing, you know? Like holding the door or something." He shook his own head.

"Yeah." Yamato sighed. "Well, I guess if you're not ready to run screaming from me, I haven't done too badly."

Iruka laughed. "Hardly!" He snorted, trying to smother the laughs and Yamato couldn't help but get caught up in it. Before long, they were both laughing.

When they calmed down, he was grinning. "I feel like I'm back on my first ever date. Geez."

"I know what you mean." Iruka chuckled, then bumped him with his elbow. "Let's just enjoy the movie, hmm?" He tilted his head toward the screen where the previews were starting.

"Yeah, I think we can handle that." Iruka held out the popcorn box and Yamato took a few kernels, then shifted his attention to the screen.

He couldn't have named a single preview, though. Despite the agreement to just enjoy the movie, he kept wondering if he should put his arm around Iruka or if he should at least hold his hand or what. He wanted to, but didn't know how the other man would react. It wasn't until the movie itself started that he could finally concentrate more. Like Jiraiya's books, he was drawn in. The director was definitely good at his job.

He shifted in his seat at one point and put his arm down on the divider between them. Iruka's hand was already there and he glanced over. The younger man was watching him, but instead of pulling his hand away, Iruka turned his and they held hands instead.

Yamato swallowed, staring, but then an explosion on screen caught his attention. They both turned back to the movie, but despite how engrossing it was, more of his focus was on the hand in his than on the screen. It was ridiculous how much that touch went through him. Just one touch! Just holding his hand! His cock hardened and any attention he had left for the movie disappeared.

He glanced over and saw that Iruka seemed to be having the same trouble. His eyes kept darting over to Yamato, then down to their hands, then back to the screen.

He gave up. He let go of Iruka's hand and reached up to touch that hair. That incredible hair that had been distracting him for way too long. He watched Iruka's eyes close as he started to run his fingers through it and he leaned in and buried his face. God, he smelled so good.

He didn't remember starting it, but his lips were running along the other man's neck. He stopped at his ear and pulled back, glancing at Iruka's face. His eyes were still closed, his face flushed, his breathing shallow. Yamato turned back and closed the last tiny distance, placing his lips right behind the ear.

Iruka inhaled sharply. "Oh god," he whispered. He reached up and gripped Yamato's sweater in one hand. The older man made a note of the spot and pulled back again.

Iruka turned to him and their lips met. It took everything in Yamato not to crush the other man to him. Their mouths opened, their tongues touched and he let out a quiet moan of his own. His hands threaded through that hair, God, that hair, and he deepened the kiss even more. He couldn't taste enough, couldn't get enough of that mouth as it moved over his.

They broke apart again, their faces barely a couple of centimeters apart, the movie completely forgotten. There was another explosion on the screen, but this time, neither noticed it. Iruka swallowed and licked his lips. "Do you� just want to go?

If Yamato hadn't been so focused on the younger man, he'd have missed the words as quiet as they were. But he didn't, he caught them and he barely resisted the urge to cheer. Instead, he took a shaky breath and simply nodded. He had to adjust himself before he could stand, but he managed to pay enough attention to get out of the row of seats without tripping over or stepping on anyone. He considered transporting them, but he wanted, needed to calm down a little. They dropped their cups and the popcorn into the bin and headed out very quickly.

When they were on the street, this time Yamato didn't hesitate to take his hand. Iruka glanced over at him and their eyes met again. "My place," was all the younger man said, and Yamato nodded.

He thought he did very well restraining himself until they got to the apartment door. He fought the urge several times to pin him against a wall, any wall, and start kissing him again. But they made it all the way to Iruka's apartment and he even held on until the door was closed and locked behind them.

But by that time, he couldn't fight himself anymore. He pinned Iruka up against the wall and captured his lips again. The younger man let out a moan and his hands moved over Yamato's body. They slid up under his sweater, running over the skin and he bucked against him.

Oh God, that felt so good. Iruka was as hard as he was and he wanted nothing more than to strip the man right there. It was still surprising just how much he wanted this, but he did, he couldn't ignore it. He rubbed himself against the other man and was rewarded with another groan.

Their lips nipped and tongues battled as their kisses became more desperate. Iruka pulled at Yamato's sweater and he stepped back long enough to tug it over his head, their eyes never leaving each other's. He attacked the buttons on Iruka's shirt and made sure to open all of them before taking it off of him.

But when that chest was exposed to him, he lost his restraint then. His mouth fixed onto that neck again and he sucked hard at the skin. "Oh god, that's good. Fuck, Yamato."

He groaned when the nails scored across his back and he pumped against the clothed cock, the friction close, so, so close, but not quite enough. He needed more of this man, wanted to taste all of him and he pulled back once more. Dark eyes locked onto brown ones again and he pulled him into the main part of the room.

They only got a few more feet before their mouths crashed together again. Iruka's hand snaked down to the front of Yamato's pants and he gripped him, rubbing the hardness there. Yamato released his lips. "Damn, that's good." He moaned loudly, pumping against the hand. "God, I� I need you." He couldn't breathe, couldn't seem to think clearly.

He fumbled with Iruka's pants, mouth nipping at the naked skin in front of him, and despite being careful heard the button pop anyway. "Fuck. I'm sorry."

Iruka chuckled. "That's okay. I don't care. I just need to feel you." The smile faded, then, when he pulled at Yamato's pants, too, finally getting him naked. Their eyes met once more, then the younger man started making a trail down over Yamato's chest with his lips, nipping and sucking, leaving a trail of marks in his wake.

Iruka stared at the hard cock in front of him. He remembered vividly two weeks ago, taking it into his mouth for the first time. He'd been drunk, though, not really thinking. He looked up to see Yamato watching him, his expression one of anxiousness and he swallowed his own fear and nervousness. He wanted to give to this man, wanted to make him feel good. So he stuck his tongue out, tentatively touching the head.

Oh god, it tasted good. He licked at the pre-cum dripping slowly out and his eyes closed when he heard the sharp gasp above him. He wrapped his hand around the base of it, then slowly took the whole thing into his mouth.

"Fuck, Iruka." Yamato's hands went into his hair and he felt it get pushed back away from his face. He took his time learning the cock in his mouth, tasting every little bit that he could, cataloging the moans and gasps that Yamato let out when he did something right.

He learned that the older man liked it when he ran his tongue along the underside while he moved his mouth over it. He discovered he was really sensitive right below the tip. And then he found a tiny bump about half way down that made him moan especially loudly if he played with it with his tongue.

And if he relaxed his throat and added just a tiny bit of chakra, he could swallow him completely. When he did this, Yamato nearly shouted with it. "FUCK! Oh fuck! Stop, Iruka� stop or I'll come." When he didn't, not wanting to stop tasting, the hands on his head fisted in his hair. "Not yet, please, not yet."

He finally pulled back and looked up. Yamato tugged on him, and he stood, the older man pulling him in for another kiss. He backed him up to the bed and they fell together onto it. "My turn," he whispered and started his own path down over the younger man's body.

He had to grab the headboard to ground himself as that incredible mouth moved over him. Yamato took his own time learning, and Iruka was damned near crazy from it. He'd never experienced anything even close to the way the other man pleasured him, licked him and sucked him.

He found out that his nipples were really sensitive and when Yamato sucked on them, he nearly went insane. The way the other man had of sucking his skin in to leave marks made him want to scream. And it was even worse when he simply dragged his lips lightly over his stomach, with just enough touch to make him crazy and not be what he needed.

And when Yamato took him into his mouth, he really did lose his mind a little. Before long, he found himself begging, too, begging to get him to stop, to let go of his straining cock, not ready for this to be over yet.

He wanted more. He wanted Yamato. He knew what he wanted, needed and as he stared into the dark eyes above him, he blushed. How the hell did he ask for it? What the hell was he going to say?

"Iruka I�" Yamato paused, his own cheeks coloring. "Iruka, I want� you." He closed his eyes. "Fuck," he whispered.

Iruka put his finger over the other mans lips. Grateful he wasn't going to have to ask, he simply pulled at the drawer of his bedside table and, not taking his eyes off of the other man, felt inside. His hand closed around the bottle he was looking for and, cheeks burning, he handed it to him.

Yamato glanced down at it, his own color getting worse. His hand fisted around it and he closed his eyes, struggling with something. He sat back a moment, took a deep breath, then opened his eyes. "Do we� should we�" he sighed, annoyed with himself. "Should we use a condom?"

Iruka licked his lips. "I've never been with another man before. As, I'm sure, you know, well, aside from you two weeks ago, but that's not what I mean, I mean� I've never�" his mouth snapped closed and he closed his eyes again, gritting his teeth briefly. He took another deep breath. "I'm clean. I've only rarely ever dated women, and those have been few and far between."

Yamato nodded. "I am, too. If� If you're okay with it, so am I."

"I really don't want to use one, if you want the truth. I'd rather feel you� all of you inside me." Iruka took another deep breath and his eyes met the other man's.

Yamato leaned forward, then, kissing him once more, before sitting back and opening the bottle. He coated one finger and reached down.

Iruka spread his legs as wide as he could feeling just a little silly. But then he felt the finger on his anus and he moaned. "Oh god, that feels good." His eyes closed as he focused on the sensations. It was odd to have something there, pushing into him, but it felt really good, too.

Yamato moved it into him a little more, then he hit a spot and Iruka's eyes flew open wide. "Oh god!" His prostate, he was hitting his prostate. He'd heard before that it felt really good, but never experienced it. Yamato bent down over him again, capturing his lips once more and Iruka forgot any embarrassment, forgot being uncomfortable at all. All he could focus on was that mouth and the finger inside of him.

Then it was gone and Yamato fumbled with the bottle again. This time, there was a little more discomfort when the second finger was added. "I'm sorry," Yamato whispered when he winced, "hang in there. Please, I really want you, but I won't hurt you."

Iruka gripped the other man's shoulders and a moment later, the discomfort eased and he started feeling good again. Oh god, this was too much. When he hit his prostate again, his hips started moving on their own and he moaned loudly. He felt himself being stretched, felt the fingers pulling at him, then a moment later, they were gone again. He swallowed hard, and tried to force himself to relax.

Because a few seconds later, he felt three fingers push into him. This did hurt a little bit, but he'd be damned if he backed down now. He wanted this man, wanted him inside of him and he wasn't going to fuck this up. His hands tightened on Yamato's shoulders and he focused on the parts that felt good.

He relaxed himself further when the other man kissed him again, then nibbled on the spot behind his ear that was so sensitive. At the same time, he hit his prostate again and Iruka nearly shouted. "Oh god, Yamato, oh god, yes."

He worked him a little further with his fingers, and just as Iruka was about to get frustrated, wanting more, wanting him, he leaned back one more time. The dark eyes met his and Yamato whispered, "are you ready?"

Iruka nodded and lifted his legs a little further. Yamato paused to fumble once more with the bottle and the younger man watched, his blush returning as the other man coated his cock thoroughly with the lube. He added a bit more to Iruka's anus for good measure, and then he was there.

Oh fuck, he was big. That's all he could think at first. He felt huge and he was being stretched. He pulled his legs up a little more and wrapped them around the other man as he strained to enter him. "Fuck, Iruka you're so tight. Oh God�" Just hearing that eased some of the tension and he focused again on the sensations that felt good.

"Don't stop, it feels so good, don't stop, Yamato�" He pushed against the cock entering him, tried hard to relax a bit more and then he felt the head finally slip in. A moment later, he'd pushed in the rest of the way.

Dear God, there was nothing to compare to this. Nothing in the world that felt like this did, having this man inside of him. He was buried completely, filling him up and� he was trembling, just a little. Trembling, Iruka thought, because it felt good to him, too.

Yamato paused, his breath coming in gasps. "God, so� tight. You feel so good, Iruka." He paused, struggling with his breath, then looked at him. "Are� are you okay?"

Iruka nodded, blushing a little. "Nothing's ever felt like this before." He swallowed hard. "Ever this�good."He pulled Yamato's face close, their lips meeting in another kiss and then the older man started to move.

The first time he hit Iruka's prostate with his cock, the younger man thought he was going to go crazy. Then he backed off a little and though it felt good to have him there inside of him, it wasn't anything like when he hit that spot. But when he moved, when he pumped into him, the feeling couldn't be compared to. And, he had to admit, it was the closeness as much as the physical feeling that felt good.

Then Yamato leaned up and watched him. He started pumping into him again, slowly, and Iruka realized that he was learning the right places to hit, the right angles that made him react. So, he closed his eyes and just let himself feel.

This was incredible. He'd never experienced anything even remotely close to this before. The way Iruka fit him was insane. Damned near perfect. He could so easily go off and he didn't want to yet, wasn't ready for this to be over. So he concentrated, instead, on his lover, watching the facial expressions, watching his reactions and learning.

He discovered that too much directly on the other man's prostate didn't get the same loud moans than if he rubbed against it, then backed off, then bumped against it again. When he did that, he dug his nails into Yamato's back, tightened his legs and nearly screamed. He found that even if he wasn't hitting his prostate, but that if he pumped faster, Iruka liked it better.

But try as he might, even concentrating on the other man, he couldn't hold out much longer. He braced himself on one hand, then wrapped the other around Iruka's straining cock and started stroking it in time with his thrusts. "I'm going to come, I can't� much longer�"

"Come, Yamato. Come� inside me, please�" his eyes were closed, he moved against him. "Oh god, oh fuck, I'm going to come. Now, FUCK NOW! YAMATO!" Those nails scratched him hard, the legs tightened around him again as the man under him turned into a wild thing. His cum sprayed them both and then Yamato himself lost it, coming hard when he felt the muscles clamp around him, milking his cock.

"IRUKA!" He thrust hard once more as the most intense orgasm he'd ever felt in his life slammed into him. "Fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" He felt like he was going to black out, like he was exploding into a million tiny pieces, his whole being focused on his cock and the incredible body it was buried in.

He might well have blacked out for just a few seconds. Because when he could think again, he realized he was collapsed onto Iruka, pinning him under his weight and he leaned up quickly. "I'm sorry," he whispered, then pulled at them and rolled, so that Iruka was laying on top of him.

"It's okay. I didn't mind. It� felt good." He leaned up and looked down into the face of the man who was still inside of him. Their lips met again, softly this time. When they broke apart, Iruka laid his head on the other man's shoulder, and Yamato stared at the ceiling, his arms wrapped tightly around the younger man, at a complete loss over what had just happened.
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What Is	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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