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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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Much thanks to my awesome beta WeepingCadaver. You made the nonsensical make sense.

Dawn’s early light innocuously slithered through tightly drawn blinds with a stealth honed over eons. Muted pink-fingered rays crept along floorboards and over the sleep-rumpled comforter, brutishly prodding Kakashi from sleep. His bones were the consistency of gently melting butter, and his uncooperative lower limbs held captive by an unseen, yet decidedly friendly force. The persistent dull ache in his lower back confirmed last night wasn’t a figment of his overactive imagination, provoking a satisfied grin. Closing his eye tighter when he turned his back on the insistent illumination, silky brown hair tickled and tangled itself along his stubbly chin.
Smoothly disentangling their legs so as not to fully awaken his bedmate, he nudged Iruka onto his back, pulling away the covers to reveal the rise and fall of a powerfully built, sun-kissed chest. A firmer tug of the sheets and the smooth planes of a tawny abdomen exposed itself to Kakashi’s appreciative eye. Maneuvering himself between Iruka’s strong thighs, he buried his nose into the wiry patch of brown hair, inhaling deeply.
Iruka smelled of sandalwood and sex, a potent combination that aroused more than his olfactory senses.
Soon, his teasing lips and warm darting tongue would elicit an approving groan from the drowsy man beneath him. The heels of Iruka’s palms brushed over his ears, and thick fingers entwined in silvery strands.
A shudder, when Kakashi’s hand wrapped around Iruka’s stirring girth, a deeper tremor when his tongue drew lazy circles around the crown; finally, a small gasp of pleasured surprise when Kakashi flattened his tongue and sucked hard. Slowly, torturously, Kakashi’s hand made room for his talented mouth, until only his right index finger and thumb encircled the root of Iruka’s thick cock.
Iruka’s fingers no longer ran through his hair in gentle caresses, instead they flexed pulling Kakashi closer, while Iruka pushed deeper. A spasm rippled through Iruka’s thighs and Kakashi’s fingers tightened. All in good time Iruka, you taught me that. Inch by inch Kakashi retreated, to begin afresh, intent only on increasing Iruka’s eventual satisfaction. As his lips ascended, the palm of his hand followed…slow, steady strokes; with each teasing variance to his rhythm, Iruka’s respirations went from deliberate shallow breaths to shameless, lusty panting.
Without warning, Kakashi loosened those encouraging fingers tangled in his hair, slamming Iruka’s wrists against the mattress. Keeping his head still, his tongue flat, he hollowed his cheeks once more, as Iruka’s hips jerked upward repeatedly, hurtling toward fulfillment.
The sudden warmth of Iruka’s orgasm tingled against the back of his throat and tiny trickles of release escaped the corners of his lips. When Kakashi lifted his eyes, he expected to see a sated Iruka slumped against the pillows. Instead, Iruka’s wrists slid free of their fleshy restraints and he quick scooted backward using the pillows to support himself.
“Very well done Kakashi; come closer and kneel between my legs,” he bade. “I’d like to watch my naughty boy pleasure himself.”
Had these words come from anyone else, Kakashi might have doubled over in laughter. Coming from Iruka, they stoked the fires of need in his mind and then… his body. The command, sensual and base; a command nonetheless, banished traces of self-consciousness. His hand obeyed, hesitant yet emboldened, slowly wrapping around his neglected shaft. An act so private, performed by permission before an appreciative audience…his eye slid closed.
Iruka’s voice smoldered, “No, I want you to look at me while you pleasure yourself… that’s right, just like that.” Brown eyes clouded by lust locked onto his, “Allowing you to pleasure yourself gives me pleasure. In time you will learn this is a privilege reserved for my enjoyment and my eyes only.”
Sweet Kami, if he doesn’t shut up I’m going to embarrass myself.
“That’s it…you’re so hard and so close, aren’t you?”
“Getting closer the more you talk.”
“I want to lap up the cum that spills over the back of your hand and lick away each drop from your fingers. Would you like that?”
“Very much,” he raggedly breathed.
“Then… you have my permission... cum for me Kakashi.”
Kakashi’s eye never left Iruka’s intense gaze as hot, thick pulses of a belated release obediently spilled over his knuckles. Warm breath, soft lips, and a rough tongue pressed against his juddering hand, gently eradicating the salty evidence of his release. Decadent groans pervaded the stillness of the room as soft lips suckled each of his fingers into a very delighted warm mouth. This time Kakashi had to disobey a direct order… his eye slid shut in pleasure.
Warm hands pulled him downward and his knees gave way of their own accord. Lying chest to chest with Iruka, a cool pillowcase against his cheek and smooth fingertips tracing random patterns along his back, made staying awake difficult. Teetering on the brink of alertness, the soft rumbles of laughter from the man beneath him interrupted a light snooze.
“You know, I usually prefer a cup of hot coffee to start my day. But your way definitely has its perks Kakashi.”
“Give me a few minutes,” came the sleepy mutter, “and I’ll show you how perky I can be.”
Iruka playfully poked him in the side, “Tempting, but I can’t pull off the ‘Got lost on the path of life’ bit as well as you do.” A small thrust of his hips grabbed Kakashi’s attention. “Hey sleepyhead, what’s on your agenda for today?”
Sluggishly rolling onto his side, he considered and then discounted seven different ways to keep Iruka in bed. Chakra wire was out of the question and flattery wouldn’t cut it either. Ah, what the hell, I might as well make him laugh. “I’ve got rather tight schedule myself,” he quipped. “Get some training done, avoid Gai, and scandalize the villagers by reading my porn in broad daylight.”
Iruka cozied over to share his pillow. “Wow, my day sounds like stroll in the park compared to yours.” Rubbing his stubbled chin against Kakashi’s he breathed, “In forty-five minutes I have to attend a mind numbing instructor’s meeting about next semester’s curriculum.” Fingernails skipped along the the fine hairs on Kakashi’s thigh, “My morning gets better when I have to drill a boring history lesson into the heads of thirty hyperactive kids.” His sturdy fingers lightly grazed over ticklish ribs before settling on Kakashi’s hip. “And the highlight of my day comes when I have to proctor a midterm exam.”
A low whistle came from Kakashi’s lips. “Almost makes me wish I was back in school.”
Running his hand down to rest at the junction of Kakashi’s smooth bottom and the top of his thigh, Iruka chuckled, “I’d never get any work done with a troublemaker like you in my class.” A playful swat and Kakashi tensed. “Darn, I almost forgot. I volunteered to tutor a student over this weekend.”
Ain’t that a blip! I can’t believe he’s choosing one of his little snot monsters over me! “What the hell possessed you to schedule something like that?”
The pout in his voice was almost enough to make Iruka drop the charade. He kissed the tip of his nose instead. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist this particular task. From what I understand, this young man is very talented in the shinobi arts. It’s the administrative stuff bores him stiff. As a result, he acts out and people let him get away with that because he’s gifted; you know the type. He just needs proper guidance to reach his true potential.”
Well aren’t you the venerable Iruka-sensei? Wasting time tutoring orphaned kids and some stuck up wild child when you could be spending time in bed with me. “Yeah, my heart bleeds for this kid.” Iruka was not his sole possession… yet and how he chose to spend his free time was his business. Still, a sliver of exasperation seeped into his voice. “Can’t you do this stuff during the week?”
A strangled yawn hid Iruka’s chuckle. “I’m afraid not, unavoidable scheduling conflict. He’s got field survival exercises starting soon, and I'm stuck in the mission room after classes next week.”
“Who is this character Iruka? Maybe I should have a conversation with him, you know, convince him pull his head out of his butt.”
Reaching toward the nightstand to shut off his alarm, Iruka reluctantly pulled away from Kakashi’s warmth. “Thanks just the same, but I have my own methods of persuasion. Actually, this is more an ambush than scheduled training. If he knew what I had planned, he’d come up with some fantastical excuse to wriggle out of it.”
“This nimrod sounds like a piece of work, Iruka.”
“He’s actually very intelligent, and I’m looking forward to seeing the expression on his face when I share my training outline with him.” Iruka indulged in a final languid stretch before levering himself upright. “Well, if I don’t get moving soon, I never get my lesson plan finished. You know, I probably could use your help to implement my plan. If your busy schedule permits, think you could meet me at the Academy around four o’clock?”
“Iruka, if this screw-up can’t master the basics you’re teaching him, how can you expect he’d learn more advanced things from me?”
“Call it a hunch,” he smiled. “I really have to get going lazybones. Wanna take a shower with me?”
Taking most of the covers with him when he rolled onto his stomach, Kakashi grumped, “Working you up into a hot lather would definitely make me happy, and make you late. I’d better keep us both out of trouble and snag a few more winks. Who knew being your personal wakeup call could be so pleasantly exhausting?”
Iruka pressed himself against his broad back. “Stay as long as you like and help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge. That reminds me, I’ve got to stop by the market on my way on home. Don’t forget, Academy at four o’clock.”
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The sound of Iruka locking the front door roused him from his catnap. I haven’t been this well rested and content in a long time; feels kinda weird. Muscles accustomed to a rigorous daily training routine, would not allow him to enjoy this newfound sense of fulfillment for much longer. Neither would his loudly pinging conscience. “You know you can’t hang around this guy for too long, he’ll make you soft. You’ve had your fun, now let’s get outta here.”
Surrounded by Iruka’s belongings and the lingering scent of sex, acute roiling waves of claustrophobia suddenly splashed against the pit of his stomach. Yeah, something is off about this whole situation, but I can’t put my finger on it.
From the sun’s angle, he reckoned it well past the time when he could visit the memorial stone undisturbed, yet early enough for the ANBU training grounds to be deserted. Perfect, for what he needed was time and plenty of space to brood. Within three minutes flat, he was dressed and out the door.
Under normal circumstances, the mild winds whistling through the leaves of his favorite ‘Do Not Disturb’ tree and the mingled fragrances of tall green grasses provided an atmosphere suited for deep thoughts. Not so today. Instead of idly resting in the bough of the tree, as was his habit, he irritably paced along its limbs.
No matter how many ways I look at this thing, it just doesn’t add up. From what I know of him thus far, Iruka’s too organized -- too concerned about those kids of his to ‘forget’ something that important. And it’s damned ironic how this ‘unavoidable scheduling conflict’ coincides with my last few days of leave. That’s the other thing, what could I possibly do to ‘help implement’ this training regimen? Was Iruka looking for a bodyguard--or a chaperone?
Flashing through the signs of a summoning jutsu, Kakashi thought it wise to get another perspective on this puzzle. When the chakra smoke cleared, a raspy voice boomed near his ankle, “What you got for me, Kakashi?”
“A mission that requires absolute secrecy and stealth; it’s a short-term surveillance and information gathering operation.”
“Sure thing Boss, you can count on me. Mind if I stand downwind while you give me the particulars, I mean, nothing personal but you reek.” Pointedly sniffing around Kakashi’s legs, Pakkun turned up his nose and grunted. “What the heck have you been rolling around in? You stink like aromatic oils and pheromones – what are you, in heat or something?”
I should have summoned Bisuke; less back sass with that one. “You know, it’s never a good idea to speak crudely to someone who supplies you with fresh meat, Pakkun. Listen tight, the only thing you have to do is …”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, you want me to track the guy you were fighting with right? That shouldn’t be a problem because you’re wearing some other masculine scent as if you took a bath in it.”
I gotta stop letting him read ‘Make Out Paradise’ over my shoulder. Kakashi shook his head with a sigh. “I wasn’t fighting with anybody, Pakkun. The person I want you to keep tabs on works at the Academy; I just need to know what he’s up to this afternoon.”
“Hang on a minute,” came the gruff chuckle, “Are you telling me some chunnin kicked your butt? Oh man, wait ‘til I tell the rest of the pack about this -- you’ll never hear the end of it Boss.”
Kakashi loudly cracked his knuckles, knowing it irritated Pakkun's sensitive ears. “Just keep your trap shut and do your job nosy mutt. Meet me no later than three o’clock at the usual training grounds.”
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Running through katas was supposed to focus his mind, but after an hour or so, random thoughts of his last conversation with Iruka shattered his concentration. I’m not going to be able to relax completely until I figure out what he’s up to. If I’ve blown this thing out of proportion, we’ll get a good laugh out of this, but if I haven’t--
Taking the long route from the training grounds to calm down turned out to be an exercise in futility. By the time he reached the village gates, Kakashi had talked himself into quite an impressive fit of rage. Maybe I’m too paranoid for my own good, but I know Iruka’s hiding something.
As he strolled through the village, hardly anyone paid attention to him, the ‘don’t mess with me or I’ll kill ya’ vibe probably had something to do with that. There’s no telling what might greet me at the Academy, and being that close to the Hokage tower, the old bat might haul me in for a ‘last-minute’ mission. I’ll take that chance, because I need to know what’s going on.
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The frenetic, happy shouts of children at play floated upward and over the Academy’s roof as Kakashi uncomfortably crouched against a ventilation unit. His unsuspecting target sat beneath a sprawling oak tree, casually enjoying lunch with a trio of talking, laughing youngsters. How he puts up with that racket day in and day out, I’ll never know.
Pakkun appeared beside him in an instant. “If you’re here to beat him up and take his lunch money, you’re a little late Boss.”
He cracked his knuckles loudly, knowing it irritated Pakkun to no end. “Just give me an update on his activity, ya smarmy little fleabag.”
A jaw popping yawn and a blank look were the only things Pakkun was willing to provide. Call me a fleabag will ya? “Here’s the deal Kakashi, this is one of the most boring assignments you’ve ever given me. The man’s a teacher for cripe’s sake! If he’s not lecturing his class or standing at the blackboard, he’s sitting at his desk.” Stepping closer to the roof’s edge, he murmured, “The kids seem to like him, so he can’t be that bad; how’d you manage to piss him off enough to fight you anyway?”
“You can go now, Pakkun, I’ll take it from here. And for the last time, we weren’t fighting.”
“Yeah, then why does he smell exactly like you?”
He’d traumatize the little dog with a detailed explanation of his exploits later, for now he needed to satisfy his curiosity. Masking his chakra, Kakashi took up Pakkun’s abandoned hiding place among the branches of the oak tree as another instructor joined Iruka and the kids. Whoever this character was, he planted himself a little too close to Iruka for Kakashi’s comfort.
“How’s it going, Iruka-sensei? Sorry to interrupt your lunch,” the unknown chunnin said, “but I need your assistance. You see, all the pre-genin instructors are planning to dismiss their classes early today, and we hoped you’d do the same. What do you say, Iruka-sensei, can we count you in?”
Apparently, the prospect of getting a jump on the weekend was enough to quiet the kids surrounding him; six beady little eyes turned to their instructor, hoping he’d agree. Iruka smiled brightly, “I’d considered that, Kisho-sensei. Seeing as I have another lesson plan to finish up anyway, a few hours of peace and quiet will be a tremendous help.”
“Seriously, another lesson plan, Iruka? Dude, you’re hard-core,” Kisho teased. “Come on man, you gotta learn how to relax and enjoy life.”
Kakashi couldn’t have said it better himself. Maybe this knucklehead could talk some sense into the other knucklehead.
“When you enjoy what you do, it’s no longer work,” Iruka grinned, “or so I’ve heard it said. I’m putting together a unique lesson for an exceptional student, so trust me, Kisho-sensei; I intend to enjoy myself thoroughly this weekend.”
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After two long hours hunkered down in a tree, Kakashi knew he owed his summon an apology. This was boring as hell! I can’t believe he’s been sitting there writing since his class left. Hope that birdbrain he’s tutoring appreciates the effort he’s putting into this.
Ah well, time to make my appearance. Deciding it best to teleport directly to the Academy’s front entrance, wouldn’t want to startle the man, Kakashi hiked up three floors to Iruka’s deserted classroom. When he peered inside, Iruka had his back to him, packing away supplies, or so he assumed.
“Hope I’m not interrupting, Iruka-sensei,” he said looking around the classroom. “It seems your student hasn’t shown up yet -- how inconsiderate.”
Iruka turned about quickly with a warm, surprised smile. “Will wonders never cease? You’re actually early, Kakashi, I’m impressed.” Iruka continued to clear his desk adding, “As for my student, don’t worry, he’ll turn up on my doorstep soon enough.”
What, he’s coming to the house? “Iruka, don’t you think that’s going beyond the bounds of …”
“For this one, I’ll happily make an exception,” Iruka calmly replied. “This won’t take long. He’s quick on the uptake.”
Hmm, this kid’s already a pain in my ass. It was bad enough knowing Iruka would be spending time at the Academy with this dolt, but now I have to compete for Iruka’s attention on his home turf.
“In the meantime, I need to get to the market, and pick up a few things for dinner. Why don’t you tag along, Kakashi? I’m sure the exercise will help work out the kinks in your back and legs. After all, sitting in a tree for the past few hours can’t have been that comfortable.”
“Heh,” he laughed rubbing the back of his neck, “Ah, so you did notice! I was testing your umm, situational awareness skills and I’m pleased to report you passed with flying colors!”
Iruka’s rich laugh filled the space, “It’s a wonder your eye isn’t brown, Kakashi ‘cause you’re so full of crap.”
---000---
Friday evening in the marketplace was definitely not for the faint of heart. Shoppers haggled for the best prices, vendors loudly proclaimed their goods were the freshest and best, and every stall was packed. As the surging mass of humanity surrounded them, Iruka was clearly in his element, Kakashi on the other hand was clearly annoyed.
He tried to slip away several times, and each time Iruka pulled him to his side, asking his preferences about this or that item of produce or meat. By the time they got back Iruka’s apartment laden down with purchases, Kakashi was exhausted.
“Why don’t you relax in the living room while I put away the groceries and make some tea?”
He didn’t need to hear that particular command twice. Stretching himself along the length of the sofa as Iruka rattled around, an overwhelming sense of disappointment snuggled up beside him. If this kid shows up now, the only thing Iruka will need to teach him is how to bind up his own wounds.
“Tea’s ready,” Iruka called. “I want you to look over something before we head out to the toy store. You don’t mind do you?”
“Are you kidding me Iruka, a toy store? Don’t tell me bribery is your primary means of persuasion?”
Sitting at the kitchen table grinning deviously, Iruka looked up when Kakashi entered, “Bribery is such an ugly word, Kakashi. A trip to the toy store is the way I provide incentive for good behavior.” I’ll never understand why he cares so much about these juvenile delinquents.
Lying beside his mug of tea looking innocent was a small, ornately detailed scroll. He couldn’t pretend he didn’t see it, and it never to hurt to ask. Rolling it closer to Iruka he wondered aloud. “What’s this thing?”
“Oh, that’s the training outline I told you about earlier.” His crooked grin made Kakashi suspicious. “I’ve never done anything like this before, and I’d value your opinion. Would you mind looking it over and telling me what you think?”
That gnawing sensation that something was amiss vigorously bludgeoned Kakashi about the head and shoulders; he chose to ignore it. It’s a training outline, what’s the big deal?
Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, he ran his thumbnail under the scroll’s seal. Iruka didn’t give him the chance to read even the first character of text. A tanned hand laid over his:
“Class is now in session, Kakashi… you’re the student I was waiting for.”

“What?”
TBC
NOTE:
The name Kisho means: “one who knows his own mind.”
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