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Passing Notes	By : ss_dragon_lady Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning for this chapter: Yes, it really does need a warning, lol. This chapter contains a bit of citrus fruit. Not full on lemon, but defiantly a lime. Please enjoy.
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Passing Notes 7
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Iruka was tired, slightly drunk, and still very depressed as he walked up the many stairs to his apartment. He was also shivering a little, it was cold out this time of night as fall was very quickly fading into winter. It would probably start snowing soon. He had been out for a night of fun with his friends, but it hadn't helped at all. It had been two and a half months since he had gotten the last note from his secret admirer, informing him in very few words that a long very dangerous mission was being undertaken...........Two and a half extremely long, lonely, nerve wrecking months.
At this point, Iruka was nearly sick with worry that the person behind the notes was dead. He would never know for sure, unless a funeral was held, but that was unlikely as well. A public funeral for a fallen Conrad depended on several factors. One and most important was if a body was recovered. Two was how top secret the mission was. And three was there a family that needed the closure. Often enough only a private funeral was held, attended only by the shinobi ranks. Sometimes in rare cases no one was notified, the dead shinobi's name was quietly added to the memorial stone as the only homage to a life given for Konaha.
Iruka knew the mission had to be top secret, probably an assassination attempt. That was strike one. Strike two came in the form of no body being brought into Konaha and he would know for sure if that had happened. It's impossible to hide a dead body that has been decomposing in the field for days or weeks, usually the whole village would know by sunset. And for strike three he could have literally bump into his secret admirer at any time and would have never known it. As a result he very highly doubted anybody else knew of the notes to him and thus he would never be notified if the shinobi died on the mission.
So because he had no other choice in the situation, Iruka visited the memorial stone every couple of days to see if a new name had been added to it. It hasn't, but that really hasn't comforted him at all. That's why when he had been invited out to a night of drinking he had agreed, hoping to alleviate some of the worry and stress. Now all he wanted was his bed and sleep. Iruka searched his many pockets for his apartment keys as he cleared the last two stairs. When he reached his door he finally paid more attention to his surroundings and nearly fell to his knees in disbelief. There pinned to his door with a badly battle worn throwing star was a ragged looking piece of folded paper. He snatched the items from his door and quickly opened the note. It had two hastily written words on it.
Free Me!
Iruka felt so much relief surge through his body. He had to grab the door frame to sturdy himself. His secret admirer was alive and back in Konaha. He took several deep breaths to clear his mind and then turned his full attention on the note, trying to decipher any clue from it. It appeared the mission was a success, and the shinobi had to do something that was now weighing on their conscious. That was not something that could be easily dealt with, most times such missions would stick with a shinobi for months and even years. Iruka wished he could help his secret admirer deal with the situation, but currently that was impossible or at least not until he knew who the person was. Also he could tell by the condition of the paper, the throwing star, and the writing that the shinobi had probably come straight to his apartment after checking in with the mission staff or the hokage, if the shinobi had even checked in at all.
Iruka was quite happy that his secret admirer had wanted to see him that much. It meant that the person was still very serious about him. With a smile on his face, he quickly dismantled the traps and entered his apartment, wanting to put the note with the rest of them. Flipping on the lights, Iruka walked directly into another piece of paper dangling from the ceiling on chakra wire and a senbon. He nearly slammed the door as he snatched the whole thing from the ceiling and read the note.
We can all use a little squeeze now and then.
Iruka found himself blushing just the tiniest bit from this note. His secret admirer wanted a hug, maybe several, from him, right now and in the future. Really though after reading the other note all Iruka wanted to do was hug the returned shinobi as well. He wanted so badly to be the one to comfort the person in whatever nightmares the long, hard mission had caused. He didn't need or want to know any details of the mission, he just wanted to help with the mental anguish and any physical pain. But all of his wants and wishes would remain just that at least until his secret admirer was no longer a secret.
Iruka finally looked up from the note and a small gasp left his lips. He could see several more notes at intervals across his living room. He quickly kicked off his sandals, not caring where they landed. He was almost giddy as he moved on to the next note pinned in his wall, thrilled that his secret admirer seemed to be making up for lost time.
Good things always happen after midnight.
Iruka glanced at the clock and it was indeed after midnight. This could only mean one thing, he was being followed and watched when his secret admirer was in the village. These notes had probably been placed in his apartment as he walked up the stairs. This knowledge really should have disturbed Iruka's shinobi instincts, but for some reason it didn't. He wasn't scared at all, he was actually feeling a bit safer. His secret admirer was also somebody that had a lot of free time on their hands. Once again alluding to the possibility of the shinobi being very high ranking. Knowing he was being watched, Iruka moved on to the next note, pulling it from a senbon in his lamp shade.
I'm up for it if you are.
Iruka's eyes grew wide. This note could mean several different things, one of which was obvious and quite perverted. The clue that wasn't really hidden was that his secret admirer was definitely male and definitely very interested for more then their current situation. Despite the note's context however, Iruka felt the meaning was only a bit perverted, so he went with his instincts. He believed this note was first and foremost asking him to start a relationship with his secret admirer, with sex possible in the near future if all goes well. Now this was a huge step!! How can he be asked to have a relationship with someone that he can't even pick out of a crowd? It was crazy! It was nuts!! There was no way that he was going to answer until he could put a name and face with the man behind the notes. With a firm negative shake of his head, Iruka moved onto the next note stuck to the back of his old, comfy couch.
Why say no when you can say yes.
It was another clue and completely spot on. It seemed the shinobi knew him very well, knew that he would say no to the previous proposal. This person was someone that has watched Iruka for a much longer time then first thought and most likely interacted with him on many occasions. This knowledge narrowed down the remaining shinobi once again. He really needed to start writing down a list of possible candidates and try to investigate further from that. Because now he wanted to know more then ever just who his secret admirer was and he was already regretting his decision to say no to a relationship with a 'ghost'. Iruka moved on to the last note he could see, tacked to his bedroom door.
If you never do, you'll never know.
Now this clue, Iruka felt, was an out right challenge and also contained an ultimatum. He felt with the placement of the note the challenge was if he entered his bedroom now he would be saying yes to a relationship and if not he would still be saying no. The ultimatum though actually scared him a little. If he decided to still say no to a relationship with his secret admirer then he would never know who the shinobi was and that was something that made his heart clench in his chest. At this point he didn't know if he would be able to properly live with not ever knowing the man behind the notes, not ever seeing a face, not ever knowing a name.
In that moment Iruka realized his decision was already made and he will deal with all the possible consequences. Feeling eyes on him, Iruka bent over and removed the wrappings and weapon bag from his leg, letting the items fall to the floor with a soft thud. His green standard issue vest quickly made its way to the floor as well. He was tired from a long day of work and still a bit worried about the whole situation, but he was doing this. With a deep breath, Iruka turned the handle and walked through the door into his bedroom. He sorta expected to find another note, but wasn't disappointed when there wasn't one. His choice had been to risky for his secret admirer to place a note in the room, though he still felt eyes on him.
For some reason Iruka didn't even have to think about what he was going to do next. His 'stalker' was watching, had been watching him for so long, so he would give him some incentive to come out of hiding. He looked over his shoulder to the only window in the bedroom and let a seductive smile grace his lips. With a tilt of his head he slowly peeled the dark blue shirt from his body and let it drop to the floor. He wasn't as heavily muscled as some of his fellow shinobi, but he still had all the definition of a very well toned body. Iruka started swaying as he slowly ran his hands across his abs and chest. His fingers dipping into the small valleys between the pronounced muscles and snagging momentarily on his dark nipples. His hands moved on up his shoulders and neck where he tugged the Konaha headband off and then pulled out the band confining his hair.
Iruka's hair fell around his smiling face as he winked at the window, the two items joined his shirt on the floor. His hands moved back down his swaying body in the same slow rhythm. This was extremely dangerous on so many levels that he didn't even want to think about it. The main being that this could still all be a trap from an enemy of konaha, though he still wasn't sure about this as he was no one of great importance to even be a target. Another one was he was trying to manipulate a fellow shinobi into action, one that had just gotten back from a hard mission, and he didn't know what would happen if he pushed to far as he didn't know the others temperament. However that did not make him stop and it actually was turning him on, his cock was quickly hardening. He only hesitated a second before popping the button on his pants and bringing his fly down. He could feel heat rising to his cheeks as his pants hit the floor and he stepped out of them. He knew his cock was straining against his tight fitting underwear, probably starting to form a damp spot too.
Iruka licked his lips before turning and sauntering towards his bathroom. At the door he hooked his thumbs in his underwear and slowly pulled them from his body. With another look over his shoulder he flexed the muscles in his ass and gave a little wiggle before entering the bathroom. He left the door open and the curtain too as he showered, letting his little show continue. By the time he was finished, he was so hard he was aching for relief, however he would not finish himself off. It was sweet torture to wait, but it would make the first encounter with his secret admirer all the better.
Iruka toweled off and walked out of the bathroom naked, heading for the bed. He really needed to get to sleep as he had classes the following morning. When he flipped off the light, cloaking the room in darkness, he instantly knew he wasn't alone. The next moment he was trapped in a choke hold, his right arm was pulled up behind his back. He quickly brought his left hand up and gripped the powerful blue clothed covered arm wrapped around his neck. There was a deep warning growl in his ear and his left arm was tugged up tighter, causing the slightest pain. The stiff pockets of the green shinobi vest dug and scratched at his naked shoulders. The message was very clear, he wasn't to fight back. This was not a trap. This was his secret admirer, a high ranking shinobi of Konaha. He was in his home village, he wouldn't be hurt. Going on faith alone, Iruka closed his eyes and relaxed into the hold, his head falling back onto a broad shoulder.
Iruka's nostrils was assaulted with the scents of the forest, of sweat born in battle, and of old blood. Though there was something more, underlying that was a scent he instantly loved. It was the scent of an animal, he wasn't sure what kind, and of sandalwood. It was a scent he was positive he had smelt before, yet another clue about the mystery man behind him. Iruka couldn't stop the groan that left his parted lips when a cloth covered cock ground into his bare ass. Apparently he had pushed the man into action with his little strip tease and shower. It was just what he wanted, now maybe the shinobi will reveal his identity to him. When he felt soft lips gently suck his jaw, he tilted his head to offer the man behind him more access. He was not disappointed, sharp teeth nipped at his ear and then moved down his neck.
There was another hard grind into his ass, but this time Iruka pushed back into it. The mouth left his neck to groan hungrily, forcing a smile to his lips. He was thrilled to have this kind of effect on the other man and that knowledge just made his own cock that much harder. He could feel that he was already dripping pre-cum from the tip, forcing a deep moan from him. The steel grip on his right arm vanished and then a hand slid around his hip and across his lower stomach. Another detail about the mystery man was added, fingerless leather gloves. The bare fingers fluttered against his skin, revealing several callouses, the results of hard training and wielding weapons.
Iruka didn't even think about turning around or trying to get away. No one, NO ONE, had ever wanted him like this before. He was really enjoying the attention, and being honest with himself he was also liking the danger aspect too. He was so entranced with the situation he was in, all he did was bring his freed hand down and grip a muscled thigh, his short nails digging into cloth of standard issue pants. He whispered one word into the dark room. "Please."
That was all it took. The hand slid down and wrapped around his erection. Feeling no shame, Iruka immediately began thrusting into the firm grip. The rough texture of the leather covered palm and the bare fingers added greatly to his pleasure. The man behind him was biting and licking the column of his neck so much that Iruka knew he would have several revealing love bites come morning. But he wasn't complaining even he if he would have to try hiding them before going out into public. With all the touching he had done to him self in the shower, he wasn't surprised that he was very quickly approaching his end. Panting harshly, an appreciative moan left his parted lips when a thumb rubbed circles firmly across the tip of his cock.
Only five thrusts later and he was done. His body shook as his cock pulsed and emptied into the still massaging hand. His legs nearly gave out when his own cum was leisurely spread down his sensitive, softening cock. Iruka could still feel the extremely hard erection pressed into his ass and really wanted to reciprocate the pleasure that he was given. Really not thinking about what he was doing he tried to turn around. In a split second the arm around his neck tightened again, but the hold was different this time, he had been put into a sleeper hold. There was a lot of sadness in him when he realized he was not yet allowed to know who the man behind him was, not yet trusted enough. Then a bit of fear started to fill him, maybe it really had all been just a trap. He tried to fight it, but the darkness was quickly closing in. He thought only briefly about trying to physically fight back. He couldn't though, his heart wasn't in it. His last thought was 'whatever happens will happen' as the forced sleep claimed him and his body completely sagged into the arms that held him.
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Iruka slowly became aware of his surroundings as he stretched his sleep plagued muscles. As it registered in his mind that he was laying in his bed and that it was morning, the previous night's memories flooded his mind. He sat straight up, threw the blanket aside and quickly assessed himself. He wasn't in any pain nor had any injuries, he wasn't even sticky. A glance around his room told him nothing was out of place and he was alone. Taking a deep cleansing breath, he was happy. He hadn't been harmed, only cleaned up and tucked into bed. He did raise an eyebrow and chuckle though when he looked down to his lap. His secret shinobi stalker really was a pervert, a big pervert. The solid black boxer briefs he had on was not his and one look to the floor in front of his bathroom door told him his own blue and grey striped boxer briefs were gone. He flopped backwards into his pillows, laughing as his nose was assaulted with the smells of sandalwood, some type of animal, and pure aroused male. He supposed he should be grossed out about having the other man's worn underwear on, but he wasn't. He actually found it kind of hot and sexy, their own dirty little secret.
Looking to his clock for the time to start planning his day off from the academy, he noticed the little white piece of paper laying on his nightstand along with a single flower that he actually knew. Iruka quickly set up on the edge of the bed and slowly reached out. He couldn't believe his hand trembled slightly as he picked up the single elegant pink orchid and brought it to his nose. He was flooded with the scent of vanilla. The flower was what he believed it was. In book terms it was called Neofinetia falcata. Another name for it is Fuuran or wind orchid. If he remembered correctly from the academy books the plant had grown wild through out Japan until people started to cultivate it during the Edo era. For the most part the plant was only owned by rich or noble families, the daimyos, and samurai. It was a symbol of rank, wealth, nobility, and bravery. Iruka had seen the orchids sometimes in the 3rd hokage's office. This flower was another clue as well, he guessed that the shinobi probably belonged to a clan with a high valued, recognized name.
Feeling very special, Iruka laid the pretty orchid back on the night stand. He would press it into a thick book later to remember everything that has happened so far. To remind himself it never was a dream and that he was so highly valued as to be given such a gift. Finally turning to the note, Iruka picked it up and read the single line of very neat calligraphy.
It only gets hotter from here.
The smile that graced Iruka's lips was wicked. If last night was any indication, he could certainly agree with the small note. He was looking forward to any future interactions between himself and the mysterious shinobi. He jumped up from bed and started scrambling for clothes. He had a lot of items to go buy, including large sheets of paper. He knew the name of every male shinobi in his village, he would find out who the man behind the notes was by a simple process of elimination. And when he was finally able to put a name and face to his secret admirer he promised himself he would do everything he could to hold on to the man.
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