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Keeper
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes
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They'd tormented him the whole way over there. It may have only been half a dozen blocks, but they'd done everything they could to make him crazy. Every time they'd stopped to cross a road, they'd paused to kiss him somewhere. If they turned a corner, they made sure to touch or tease him in some way.
And this was, of course, entirely aside from the fact that the second they'd stepped out of his building, Kakashi had put his arm right back around him and Yamato had taken his hand again. So by the time they got to the house, he was so aroused, he couldn’t think straight.
They got through the door and both of them had him pinned against the wall in seconds. Kakashi had gone to work on his shirt immediately. He made it three buttons before giving up and pulling it over Iruka's head. Yamato's sweater landed a little further away and then they were against each other as Kakashi took his own shirt off.
The copy nin latched onto the juncture of Iruka's neck and shoulder and sucked at it and Iruka nearly growled. "Fuck, don't play with me. I need you now." He pulled at Kakashi's pants, then reached behind him for Yamato's. "Please, take me," he nearly begged.
They managed to make it into the living room itself and Kakashi nearly dove for the end table drawer. Yamato and Iruka concentrated on removing the rest of their clothes, then turned to Kakashi as he fought to open the stupid bottle. Finally, all three of them were naked and Iruka turned to Yamato. Their mouths crashed together and hands stroked cocks as tongues dueled.
Iruka pushed Yamato onto his back and moved down his body, taking the man's cock into his mouth. "FUCK, Iruka, that feels good." Yamato pushed his hands through the long brown hair as the lips and tongue worked over his cock.
Iruka stopped long enough to glance over his shoulder as Kakashi got into place. He shifted a little and pushed his ass back at him. Their eyes met and Kakashi pushed into him hard. "YES, fuck me," the younger man moaned. Then he turned his attention back to Yamato, sucking his cock back into his mouth. He concentrated on the cock in his mouth, desperate to have it filled with his lover's cum.
As Kakashi pumped into him hard and fast, he fought against the impending orgasm. He didn't want to come yet, wasn't ready. He wanted to taste the other man first. He closed his eyes and sucked harder on Yamato. "Fuck. Oh fuck, I'm coming, Iruka!" Yamato shouted and filled the younger man's mouth.
Iruka moaned around it and stopped fighting his own climax. "Come, Iruka, come," Kakashi's voice was harsh, his thrusts erratic and the younger man knew he was holding on by a thread. "Now, fuck, COME!" Kakashi growled and Iruka's body obeyed the command. He swallowed the fluid in his mouth and shouted as his orgasm slammed into him. A moment later, Kakashi thrust almost violently once more and came hard, filling the teacher with his own load.
They collapsed onto the floor next to Yamato and the three of them lay stunned. "Holy…" Iruka said, then stopped.
"Hell. That…" Yamato continued.
"Was incredible." Kakashi finished.
They stared at the ceiling for another few moments, all three of them simply working on how to breathe. The copy nin rolled to his side to look at Iruka. "Are you okay? I was kind of rough."
Iruka smiled. "I'm fine. I like it that way, at least, sometimes."
Yamato rolled, too and dropped small kisses on Iruka's shoulder before meeting Kakashi's lips. Iruka lay under them watching the kiss and felt himself stir. "If you guys keep that up, I won't be responsible for my actions."
They broke apart and grinned down at him. "That would be terrible."
Iruka pouted. "I still have papers to grade," he reminded them.
Kakashi gave a long-suffering sigh. "Okay." He stood up and offered the other two his hands, helping them to their feet.
Iruka was more comfortable than he thought he'd be as he took a quick shower and pulled the sweats and undershirt on he'd brought. He'd insisted on a solo shower so he would still have time to do his grading and after moans from the other two, managed to grab his bag and escape into the bathroom alone.
When he came out of the shower, he paused at the sink. His razor and shaving cream were lined up next to theirs and his toothbrush was in the cup with the other two. And there, on the side, was his hairbrush and tie. He stared at it all for a full minute, trying to understand. Someone had unpacked for him.
He had to accept the fact that they really did want him here. He shook his head and picked up the hairbrush to run it through quickly. He tied his hair up, then headed out to the bedroom. Of course, his bag was missing and his sweats were on the bed. He had no idea where the rest was, but had a feeling he'd find out soon enough.
Finally dressed, he went out to the living room. Kakashi was in the kitchen and Yamato was over by the fireplace, laying in wood. He stood up and glared at the mantle. "Problem?" Iruka asked.
Yamato turned. "No. Just missing the matches."
"Let me help you with that," Iruka said and knelt in front of the fireplace. He put two fingers in front of his lips and blew a stream of fire over the logs on the grate, making sure it caught.
Yamato blinked at him. "I didn't know you were a fire type."
Iruka shrugged and grinned. "I don’t get much chance to use it. They tend to frown on burning things down at the academy."
Yamato laughed. "I can understand that. That could be very handy," he said with a grin.
Kakashi came out of the kitchen then. "What could be?"
"Did you know Iruka was a fire type?"
Kakashi thought about it a moment as he set a tray of tea down on the coffee table. "To be honest, if I did, I don't remember."
"He just lit the fire for me. I couldn't find the matches. I can build entire houses, summon just about any type of wood you need, move earth, and conjure water, but I can't light a fire without a match." Yamato shook his head.
Kakashi laughed. "You can't strike something down with lightening, either."
"True. Thanks for pointing that out." The younger man rolled his eyes.
They laughed together and Iruka went over to the door to retrieve his school bag. When he came back, he sat on the floor by the coffee table. "Do you need a desk? I could make you one." Yamato offered and Iruka laughed.
"The coffee table is fine, unless you need it." When Yamato didn't look too sure, he said, "really."
"Okay," he said and turned to the window. Iruka settled behind the coffee table and pulled out his papers. He started organizing them, but got distracted when he saw Yamato pick up the unfinished sculpture. He put it by the fireplace, then retrieved a knife and papers and set them next to it. He settled in on the cushion to the side and picked up the knife.
He must have sensed Iruka staring, because he glanced over. Iruka looked down at his papers quickly, color staining his cheeks. "I have the same problem. I like to watch him, too." Kakashi said in his ear. He glanced up and the older man dropped a kiss on Iruka's lips, then handed him a cup of tea.
"Thank you." He took a sip and set it on the table. "It's fascinating."
"I know. But if I watch for too long, he gets nervous, so I try to focus on my book instead." So saying, he stretched out on the couch behind Iruka and opened one of his famous novels.
Iruka forced his attention back to the papers in front of him, and before he knew it, he was half way through the current stack of tests. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder and he reached up to touch it. Kakashi's hand gripped his and he left it there for a few minutes, until he needed both hands again.
When he finished the first stack of tests, he looked up. Yamato was still working diligently on his sculpture and Iruka couldn't mistake the person in the middle of the three. The long hair fell from the tilted head and over the person's shoulders. There were no details on the other two yet, but the positioning made it look like the other's faces were buried in the hair, or maybe against the middle one's neck. He looked back down at the new pile of papers without seeing them.
It was the three of them, there was no doubt about that. He reached up to the hand that was still resting on his shoulder. Kakashi only moved it long enough to turn a page in his book, then put it right back. He took hold of the hand, then lifted it and put a soft kiss on the fingers before putting it back. The hand squeezed gently, then lay still.
He took a deep breath and refocused his attention. Despite what was going on in his private life, he did still have to finish his work. He sipped at his now tepid tea and tried to ignore how good this felt, just sitting with them quietly as they all went about their own thing. He tried to ignore how much he could see himself there with them all the time.
He wasn't sure how he managed it, but a short while later, he was so focused on the tests in front of him that he didn't realize Kakashi had moved until he was standing up. "Your tea is cold. You should have said something."
"Oh. I'm kind of used to it." Iruka blushed. "I always brew a pot and leave it sit as I get into the work." He shrugged. "It's not a big deal."
"All I'm doing is reading. I don't mind getting you hot tea." He said and headed into the kitchen with his cup. Iruka just blinked at the retreating figure, then shook his head. A few moments later, Kakashi brought the hot tea back out and Iruka just stared at him.
"You really didn't have to. But, thank you. Very much."
Kakashi smiled. "I get more out of it, too." He took his place back behind Iruka, laid his hand back in the same place and went back to reading.
Iruka turned back to his papers and he managed to finish the second stack of tests. One more pile and he was done. He loved teaching, but grading was not his favorite part of the job. He sighed and rubbed at his eyes. He finished the tea in his cup and poured more from the pot. He twisted around and took the copy nin's cup and added to it, too. He didn't realize Kakashi even noticed until he murmured a 'thank you' and turned a page.
Iruka went back to grading, pointedly ignoring the whittler on the other side of the room. He was forced to stop, though, when he got to his Naruto for the year. The paper in front of him made no sense. He picked it up and turned it upside down, but that didn't seem to help. He sighed, frowning, trying to figure out what to do. He always hated just failing them, knowing that there was a way to help them somehow.
"Problem?" The mild voice behind him asked.
Iruka frowned. "It's my Naruto for this year. His name is Shinjo and all of his tests are like this. Unlike Naruto, he's brilliant in ninjutsu. Not so great at taijutsu, but there's time for that. But his tests are just awful." He held up the paper and Kakashi took it.
He turned it just like Iruka had and blinked a few times before handing it back. "Wow."
"You can say that again. He's great with most things, but his written work is…lacking." He sighed. He put the paper aside and went on to the rest.
"What are you going to do?" Kakashi asked.
Iruka shook his head. "I don’t know yet. Talk to his other teachers first and see if he's as bad in their classes. His mom runs a small tea shop, but his dad is gone. And the mom isn't and has never been a ninja, so talking to her is a challenge." He sighed. He turned back to the last few tests and breathed a sigh of relief when he flipped the last one over. "Well, I'm finally done grading."
"Does that mean we get to play with you now?" Kakashi asked.
Iruka threw a glare over his shoulder. "I'm not a toy."
Yamato snorted from his place by the fire, but at the glare from Iruka, he tried to cover it with a cough. "Sorry." He said, sounding, as usual, anything but.
He ignored the other two and restacked his papers. He put them away, then pulled out his plan book for the week. He frowned at it, noting that there was a lot of review. It promised to be a very un-fun week. He put the book away and closed his bag.
He had enough for the evening, his brain officially fried. He glanced up at the clock above the fireplace and was surprised to note that it was actually getting kind of late. He'd spent the entire evening with them, just doing mundane things.
It had felt so good. And made him want things he had no business wanting from them. He frowned into the bottom of his tea cup, then stood and carried it and the empty pot into the kitchen. He washed it out and dried it, trying to keep himself busy. He didn't want to think, didn't want to want this stuff.
Aside from the piece of art and minor things he'd seen from them, he didn't see anything to indicate that they would want anything long term with him. Short term, yeah. Staying overnight once or twice, spending time with them, that was one thing. But that was a far cry from moving in or becoming a partner to them.
His determination to enjoy what he could get was already waning. He leaned on the sink and stared down into it at the drops that clung to the grate. It was almost pathetic the way they held on so desperately to it, determined to keep from falling, to hold on to what they wanted.
He banged his head against the cabinets, fighting the emotions. He didn't want these feelings. Didn't need them. What had he let himself get into? How had he managed to fall so thoroughly in love with these two men?
He should have gone home Saturday morning when he'd wanted to the first time. No, he should have gone home Friday night after they'd fucked him. Wrong again. If he was going to decide what he should have done, he shouldn't have come home with them in the first place.
Come home. That's what it felt like, here. It felt like home, like the family he hadn't had in so many years. He didn't feel alone here.
The emptiness and loneliness he'd managed to bury for so long welled to the surface. In that moment, he missed his parents so much. Missed the Sandaime, even, the way he'd always seemed to pop up at the right moment, always seemed to know the exact right thing to say.
He was still staring into the sink, still trying to fight the old grief and pain when he felt a pair of strong arms come around him. Kakashi didn't say anything at first, just held him and Iruka fought the urge to cry. The lump in his throat grew and he battled it with everything in him. The old hole in his chest tried to open again but he refused to give in.
"Do you want to talk about it? I'll listen if you do." Those were almost the exact same words he'd said to him all those years ago when he'd questioned his ability to teach Naruto. Did he know? Did he understand how Iruka felt?
He'd been orphaned, too. He'd grown up without his parents, all three of them had. Though Kakashi's situation was different, as was Yamato's, they all knew what it was to not have anyone.
He realized that the copy nin was still waiting for an answer. He swallowed hard, forcing the lump back, forcing the tears to recede. "Why am I here?" He asked, his voice quiet.
The arms around him tightened. "When you find someone that you want to be around, you don't want to waste any time. We, as ninja, understand that better than anyone."
Iruka wrapped his arms around Kakashi's. He leaned his head back against the shoulder behind him and looked up into the mismatched eyes. "Why?"
"I think you know, Iruka. Why are you here?"
Iruka took a deep breath. He needed to say something. He didn't want to lie, didn't want to play it off, but he didn't think he could put it all out there, either. "I…," he started, but couldn't force it out. "I like you, both of you, like being around you." He couldn't say more, not yet.
Kakashi stared at him and Iruka could have sworn there was a flash of disappointment in the mismatched eyes. "Then you know why we want you here," he said.
Iruka closed his eyes, unable to look anymore. The lump was back, but he swallowed around it and sighed. "I'm… sorry."
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Kakashi didn't know what to do. For all that he and Yamato had danced around each other and beat around the bush, once they'd admitted their love in the beginning, that was never a question. He knew what he saw in this man's eyes, could feel it in the kisses they shared. He just couldn't understand why it didn't come out.
Maybe he was being impatient. It had only been two days since they'd brought him home with them. But he knew it had been building and been ignored for a lot longer than that. He knew the attraction had been there for a very long time. And what he said was true. Time was too precious, too unsure. Especially for them.
"Shh." He said, at the apology. "Don't. It's okay." He kissed the side of the younger man's face and decided the best thing he could do would bring it back to something they both understood. He turned him around and laid his lips over the other's gently.
He forced himself to go slowly, building it over time, doing his best to show every little thing he could. The touches were slow, and soft, the kisses deep and thorough. He lifted the other man up onto the edge of the sink and he wrapped his legs around Kakashi's waist. He pulled Iruka's shirt off and tossed it to the side, taking his time kissing his way over the marks and the scars that dotted his chest.
The brown eyes closed and his head tilted back. Kakashi paused to pull the hair tie out and let that incredible hair fall. He ran his fingers through it slowly, feeling the softness as it slid along his palm. He leaned forward and buried his face in it, taking a deep breath. There was something about the man's scent that just pulled him in and held him there. Something beyond the shampoo, something just him.
He turned to the neck next to him and kissed his way over it, slowly dragging his lips along the column of throat, then over the collarbone and down his shoulder. Iruka's arms came around him, threading through his hair and he closed his eyes at the feeling. He looked up and their mouths met again, the hair curtaining around them, another kiss building that he felt all the way through him.
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Yamato glanced up to see the other two missing. He looked down at his work and sighed. It was going too slowly for his taste. He wanted to get it finished. He thought there was a chance that it might help things with Iruka and he was impatient to get it done.
He wasn't going to rush it, though. He didn't want to end up messing it up. He would likely never forget what he'd heard about the one he made for Kakashi. He wanted to stun Iruka with the new one in the same way. He sighed and stood up. Taking a short break might be a good idea, so he went in search of the other two.
He stopped at the doorway to the kitchen and watched for just a moment. He wasn't quite sure what was happening between them, but he didn't want to intrude. He'd seen the teacher head into the kitchen earlier and had considered going after him, but Kakashi had beaten him to the punch.
He was okay with that. He was a little jealous, wanting his own time with Iruka, but he knew if he was patient, he'd get it. He stepped back quietly and went back to the statue. If they were finally able to convince him to stay, he'd have many, many nights with the other man.
.
They pulled back briefly and their eyes met again. Iruka felt the tie on his pants loosen and he slid down off of the counter, allowing them to fall to the floor. His underwear joined them as he pulled at Kakashi's shirt. When it was dropped, he ran his hands over the chest, touching and tracing all of the different scars. There were a couple there that were a result of the mission they'd been on together.
He kissed them, all of them that he could reach and Kakashi sucked in a breath. His arms came around the younger man and he ran his hands over the scars on his back, too. Iruka was pulled closer, his face tilted up to him and the lips captured once more.
The mood shifted ever so slightly and need took them. The teacher fumbled with Kakashi's pants and finally managed to open them. He pushed them off of his hips and, brown eyes glancing up again, he dropped down to take the older man into his mouth. He coated him thoroughly and a moment later, Kakashi pulled him up to him again.
He was turned and he leaned against the sink. The copy nin eased into him slowly until he was buried completely. He curled over Iruka's back and wrapped his arms around him. "I love being inside you. It feels so damned good."
Iruka's eyes closed and he fought to suppress the emotions that wanted to come through. "I can't get enough of you," he whispered and turned his head to look back at him.
Their lips met and they kissed long and slow, not moving, just enjoying the feel of filling and being filled. When the kiss ended, he started moving slowly, incredibly slowly. Iruka's eyes closed, and he let the other man's name out on a breath.
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"Kakashi…" the whispered name nearly made him lose control. He was determined to make this last, and so he held on very carefully. He gathered the long dark hair where it had fallen over Iruka's shoulder and pulled it back. He buried his face in it as he pumped into the other man.
Try as he might, he couldn't maintain that pace. He started to move faster the feel of the younger man surrounding him just too good. He wrapped his hand around Iruka's length, running his finger through the pre-cum dripping slowly out. He spread it over the velvety tip, then started stroking him.
This time his name was moaned. He knew it was a warning that it wouldn't last much longer, so he moved a little faster and allowed himself to let go a little. "Iruka…"
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The younger man was lost in sensation. The cock filling him, the hand on his own length, the feel of skin against skin as he moved against the other man was making him insane. It was almost too much, too intense. When the name spilled from those lips, he did go a little crazy, then. He moaned much louder, unable to hold it in. His eyes slammed shut when Kakashi nudged his prostate and he moved against the other man, their bodies straining for the completion that was getting closer and closer.
"Now, I can't hold it." The words were barely above a whisper, despite the intensity of the feelings pouring through him.
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"Yes, Iruka, come for me. Let me feel you." Kakashi whispered, desperately holding on to his own control. He knew as soon as the younger man let go, that he'd lose it, too. He pumped into him once, twice, three more times and he felt the tension snap, the warm fluid flow over his hand and his name fall once more from those lips as the orgasm took him.
He didn't make the conscious effort to let go, his body did it for him. He went off the edge then, burying himself one more time into the other man, calling his name as he came.
They stayed like that a minute, unable to move, to do anything. When Kakashi could begin to breathe a little, he moved to ease out, but Iruka put a hand back. "Not yet. Just…just another moment." So he curled around him again, tightened his arms and stayed that way, Iruka wrapping his arms around the other man's.
He felt the slight tremble, the short breath, the pounding heart. He couldn't tell if it came from him or the other man, but it didn't matter. He had a feeling they were both thinking something similar. He closed his eyes and simply held him, trying in some small way to comfort both of them.
They parted a minute later and he eased out of the younger man. When Iruka turned and looked up at him, Kakashi was sure he was going to say something. He stared into the brown eyes, willing him to speak the words, but he started to look away.
The copy nin sighed. "Iruka," he said, forcing the younger man to look at him again. "I love you."
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Keeper	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6865 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto and I make no money from it!

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