Unchained | By : fuyunoakegata Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1005 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Rating
NC-17, the only kind of rating there should be for birthday fics…
Pairing Kakashi/Iruka Iruka/Kakashi
Status complete… ZOMG … yes, you heard that right…
Summary PWP Birthday smut for Hatochan.
So the boys are having some fun, tonight…
Genre pure PWP fluffiness.
Any angst rearing its ugly head will be shot on sight…
Warnings yaoi, coarse language, provocative conversation,
bondage woohoo
Disclaimer I asked Kishimoto-san for several shinobi for my
birthday… I kinda conveniently forgot to put them back when I was done…
So technically they aren’t mine, but I think they have a lot more fun with
me… I will, however share them nicely with Hato tonight… smile. Unchained Melody belongs to composer Alex North and lyricist Hy Zaret –
version referenced in this story is either the classic Righteous Brothers
recording, or the more recent Cyndi Lauper version, take your pick ;)
Author's Notes Thank you Hatochan, for everything
always… you’re the reason I started writing again, you’re the reason I’ve
continued, despite my horrendous doubt, lack of self-esteem, and all the little
potholes I’ve gotten lost in on the road of life…
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Oh, my love, my darling,
I've hungered for your touch
A long, lonely time,
Time goes by so slowly
And time can do so much.
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love,
God speed your love to me.
Lonely rivers flow
To the sea, to the sea
To the open arms of the sea
Lonely rivers sigh,
'Wait for me, wait for me'
'I'll be coming home, wait for me!'
Are you still mine?
I need your love, I need your love,
God speed your love to me
Iruka knows something is ten kinds of wrong as soon
as he gets home. Kakashi is wearing
what can only be termed a smirk… and little else. “I’ve been waiting for you, Iruka, beloved.” One pale hand is hooked into the waistband
of his utilities.
Iruka drops
his satchel heavily to the floor and crosses his arms, feet braced wide apart,
and an alluring blush colors his cheeks..
“Whatever it is, Kakashi, I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want any part of it. It’s been a long day already, and I can’t
deal with your Icha Icha fantasies tonight. I’m tired from weapons training with the
little hellions and I still have a stack of essays to grade by Friday.” Thumb and forefinger pinch the bridge of
his nose, rubbing across the scar. “Kakashi, I need dinner, caffeine, a hot
shower, and time to grade these damned papers, not necessarily in that order…
Tonight is just not the night.”
Kakashi crosses the room and walks behind him,
slowly kneading the bunched muscles.
“You really must have had a rough day, Iruka. You’re so tense.” Kakashi
eases loose the vest and kisses the back of the tanned neck, feeling a slight
tremble as he does so.
“Nooooo,
Kakashi…” Iruka groans.
The
silver-haired man resumes the massage, and Iruka reluctantly allows himself to
relax a bit, although he stays alert for any hint of pounceage. “You should relax a little more, love,
you’ll never get anything done if you give yourself a migraine”
Iruka
braces himself for the attack he knows will soon come.
He
waits.
And waits
…
He tenses
some more, knowing Kakashi must be biding his time, waiting till he is relaxed
to pounce. (or if you prefer to see
Kakashi as Tigger-like… bounce, lol)
Kakashi
slowly nibbles on the chuunin’s nape, and the dark head dips slowly forward.
“Relax,
Iruka, just easing some more of these tense muscles…” Kakashi speaks low and huskily, with just a hint of amusement. He
hums quietly as he rubs the knotted shoulders and neck.
Iruka
decides the combination of kneading fingers and raspy voice is just too much to
resist, and gives himself up to the relaxation. Pale hands quest across darker back and shoulders and up into the
thick hair, pulling free the hair tie and stroking aching temples. Iruka leans forward as Kakashi massages his
scalp.
"What did you have in mind?" Iruka is almost purring as the magic hands
drain the tension from his body.
Kakashi
leans closer behind him, sucking a bit harder on the bowed neck as he massages
the still tense shoulder blades. “Beloved…”
The whispered endearment causes a strand of hair to stir by Iruka’s ear.
Iruka
closes his eyes, lips parted, breathing deep and slow.
Kakashi
nips the juncture of neck and shoulder and feels the shudder go through the
body before him.
Iruka sighs
and jumps, “Oh nghnnnnnnnnnn, oh kami… ah, ‘Kashi.” He feels a rapidly growing need and a spot of wetness at the
front of his uniform pants.
Kakashi
presses even closer against Iruka, moaning heatedly in his ear. Iruka notices Kakashi's obvious need, as
well, and pushes back, inviting. Kakashi feels a jolt go through him as Iruka
grinds against him and he fumbles in his pocket for the small tube.
Iruka
barely refrains from turning around, grabbing Kakashi and giving him the kind
of mind-numbing kiss that will wipe off the smug look he knows is adorning the
jounin’s face. He smells the scent of
new plastic and smiles as he hears the wrapper crinkle and tear and then the
distinctive click/pop noise of the lid.
“Kakashi?” Iruka’s voice is somewhat unsteady.
“Mmmmm?” Kakashi’s voice is a bit steadier, but not
quite articulate.
“Standing
up, love?” Iruka decides maybe his
legs are almost as unsteady as his voice.
“Haven’t
thought that far ahead yet... just prepping...” A smirk is clearly evident in the now slightly more articulate
voice.
Iruka
spreads his legs for balance. “Okay, babe.”
“You might
want to brace your hands on the wall, beloved…just in case....” The smirk gives way to a full-blown leer.
“Wha…?” Iruka gasps as Kakashi reaches around to
unbutton his utilities, and he hears the jounin drop to his knees.
“Oh
my...” Iruka wiggles his ass, needing
to be touched, sighing at the hands so close to his cock. He watches Kakashi drizzle a fair amount on
his first three fingers and rests his forehead against the cool wall. Iruka twitches with anticipation as he feels
a wetness circle his puckered pink opening.
“Oh kami, Kakashi…” he sighs.
Kakashi
leans close, tip just barely entering Iruka.
The chuunin
moans. Then what is left of Iruka’s
brain begins thinking, realizing the presence is not quite as hard as a
finger. He feels the hot breath, the
spiky hair against his ass and forces himself to stay still, to let Kakashi set
the pace. “Aahh, ah, ah… is that- oh kami, ahh ughn nnnnnnnnn!” Iruka feels the lube slick hand and the
other hand grasping his hips, thumbs parting the tanned globes, exposing him to
Kakashi’s mouth. “Oh, Kakashi…” His
voice is a low breathy sigh and his forehead thuds on the wall.
Kakashi
works a bit faster, pushes a small bit deeper, hungry for Iruka’s reaction.
He’s not
disappointed when brown fingers scrabble on the plaster until Iruka gives up
and simply fists them against the wall.
Kakashi probes as deeply as possible, pulling his lover close, sucking
lightly.
“Oh kami,
Kakashi, sooooo good.” Fingernails once
again scratch the plaster wall, eyes flutter open and closed, and a deep
throaty chuckle comes from the jounin.
Iruka tries to move closer to the wall for even a bit of friction on his
leaky cock. He shakes at the vibrations
in his entrance. He just needs
something to touch the weeping tip… to scrape the tender flesh.
Kakashi
re-lubes the three fingers and pushes one finger inside, slowly. Fully. Iruka
cries out his name as he pulls out and pushes back in, again, ever so slowly.
Iruka wants to move SO badly. “So good, more, more…” he pants. Kakashi smiles
to himself and rotates the finger inside. Stroking. Curling, just a little,
like a beckoning. Come on. Iruka grits his teeth at the sensation of
another finger, and a groan leaks through. “Kakashi please!” Kakashi pushes his
slick fingers in to the last knuckle…rotating and circling again. He knows the
spot, knows he just needs to give a fingertip nudge, and then a drag… “Oh fuck,
Kakashiiii,” Iruka moans as he feels his cock twitching. Another slow, deliberate drag across the
chuunin's prostate produces a low keening wail, head thumping the wall once
more.
“What do
you want?” Kakashi punctuates his words
with teasing nips and licks to the underside of clenching buttocks.
“Aahhh, I-I
want you…” moans the low and throaty voice of the chuunin.
“Tell me,
Iruka... What do you want me to do?”
Kakashi proves he can be a sadistic bastard and barely grazes the spot
inside Iruka yet again.
“Oh sweet
kami, I want you to fuck me hard and slow, and hold me from behind,
k-Kakashi…” Iruka feels the fingers
stretch him once more as they slowly exit and wants to cry at the loss.
The jounin
pulls out a pair of leather cuffs and trails them over skin just starting to
glisten with sweat. He pinions the
academy teacher’s wrists together as he leans against the wall, loving the
tension and angle of shoulder and back the position produces. Kakashi drips a
small puddle of sticky liquid in his right hand and slicks it down his hard
length and sees Iruka’s shudder in response to the wet sounds. Iruka feels a hand reaching around his left
side and his hips are held still. His
breath hitches as Kakashi probes the puckered entrance, guiding with his right
hand.
“Ahhhhh,
fuuuuck, ‘Kashi…” The silver haired man
inserts just the head of his aching member and unhurriedly applies pressure
right where Iruka wants it most. Iruka
screams silently, head thrown back, the dark skin stretched tight over tendons
standing out in sharp contrast against the stark white plaster of the wall.
Vanilla
splays across caramel as both hands now grasp Iruka's hips tightly, fingers
digging in just hard enough to leave faint bruises. Oh, kami, fuck, it's going to be sooooooooooo good. Iruka presses back and Kakashi pushes in
firmly, swiftly seating himself to the hilt, balls slapping lightly. The jounin stops, holding still and gripping
tightly, only years of ANBU training allowing him the control to refrain from
slamming into his love and immediately pounding him into the wall.
“Ahnhgn,
so, so full, so big, love.” The velvety sable voice purrs in appreciation and
lust. The lust is more evident with his
next utterance. “Soooo good, so full,
but if you don’t fuck me now, ngggggh, Kakashi… oh sweet kami, I don’t care,
just do it… now… hard.”
Kakashi
drizzles a stream of stickiness over his left hand, warming it before
encircling the brunette’s stiff member, jerking and tightening, sliding the wet
fist the entire length, still gripping a tan hip forcefully. Iruka begins a similar rhythm, clenching
and flexing the muscles of his passage
around Kakashi’s hardness
Even white
teeth close down on the bronzed neck JUST hard enough. Kakashi pulls out almost his entire length
excruciatingly slowly while dragging a pale hand from root to weeping tip as
Iruka looks down to watch the fist on his purple cock. A thumb draws across the leaking slit. “Oh
fuck! Kakashi, , Kashi…nggghh… Please!!!”
The dark head is thrashing, sweat forming on the golden brow. “Ohahhughnnnnnngh, Kakashi, Kashi
beautiful,” any further words are knocked from his body as Kakashi slams back
in and holds still as his fist goes back to the base, sucking the bared
neck.
Kakashi
pulls out again so slowly, the pale fist repeating its prior motion. “Oh kami,
fuck me, fuck me, make me scream Kakashi!”
Kakashi slams in again and again, ever so slowly, thoroughly fucking the
chuunin, just a little harder each time.
Iruka feels the moisture in his ass, dripping from his cock. So wet, so full, so fucking full…
“Aanghhh
Iruka, love...” Kakashi rolls his hips,
hitting the spot from a better angle.
Iruka screams as hit sweet spot is pounded again and again. Kakashi leans his head forward to suck a
spot midway across the broad back, a few inches down from the shoulder blades
as he slams back in again He licks a
swipe across the tanned back, tasting the little drops of sweat.
“Oh!” Iruka
cries out with the overwhelming sensations, “Kakashi, Kakashi, I love you,
Kakashi... Oh kami, fucking me so hard, so hard, my love.”
Kakashi is
fisting and slamming and licking, nibbling along Iruka’s well-muscled
shoulders. He thrusts harder and
harder, finally increasing the speed.
He can feel the ache growing, his balls tightening and he bites Iruka’s
upper arm, inches down from the shoulder.
Iruka is
trying so hard to stay still for Kakashi.
He cries out at the bite, “More Kakashi! Mark me, make me yours!”
Kakashi
groans and pulls the leather bindings free.
“Iruka...” he mumbles around a strong shoulder. “Move for me, Iruka,
love.”
Iruka
brings a hand off the wall to pinch his nipples, face twisting in pleasure/pain. Kakashi stands still, bracing himself
against the unyielding wall, hand still on Iruka’s cock, holding himself ever
so still, tense.
Iruka
explodes into motion thrusting back, impaling himself, then forward to fuck the
fist surrounding him.
“Aahhhhh,”
Kakashi moans, “Irukaaaaa…”
Everything
disappears except the heat and the pressure at both ends, and the beloved sexy
voice, “K-kaaashi…”
“Ngghhhh,
Iruka…”
Iruka loses
the rhythm, “My love, all mine,” he murmurs, fucking wildly.
Kakashi
leans forward once again to bite the neck and shoulder before him, as Iruka
moves frantically.
“Ah
yessssssssssssss… Kakashi…” Iruka so
dearly wants to be owned, marked, fucked into the wall.
At Iruka’s
words, Kakashi reaches a hand around in front of the chuunin, bracing his face
and slams the chuunin’s body against the wall holding him flat, his other arm
protecting the man’s other, oh so vulnerable, spot. He pushes into the near unbearable tightness, pressing his love
into the wall, hips moving in tight circles. “Cum for me, Iruka, my
love...scream my name and cum so hard....
cum for me Iruka...”
Iruka
arches at the thrust, hitting the wall,”Ohhhhhhh KAAASHIIIII.” He convulses as his wet heat spews
forth. Kakashi follows immediately
after, exploding forcefully, pulsing deeply.
Iruka’s
hips jerk uncontrollably, cum splattering the plaster, and another round of
spasms shakes him as he is filled. The
fluid clings to the wall dripping slowly, its wet shininess the only
immediately visible sign.
Kakashi
leans into the warm body before him, breathing harshly as Iruka clenches
tightly around his cock, trapping him, refusing to let go. Kakashi finds himself unable to move yet
anyway and gasps for much needed air.
“Kakashi,
oh kami, fuck, Kakashi…” Iruka falls
into a litany of half-whispered divinities and profanities.
“Beloved...” Kakashi’s eyes want to shut.
Iruka
breathes in the scent of sex, of him and Kakashi.
“Aahhhhh,
Iruka…” Kakashi groans.
“Mmmmmm,
Kakashi, so wonderful, so good.” Iruka
turns in his Kakashi’s arms and his mouth caresses the pale neck neck gently,
then leans back kissing soft lips deeply, humming contentedly into his lover’s
mouth.
Kakashi
smiles into the kiss, as Iruka hugs him tight. “Iruka, beloved...” He sags back
against the chuunin, into the strong arms.
“I love you so much.
Always. I need you so much.”
“I know,
love. I love you so much, too. We’ll always be here for each other, no
matter what, to the end of days and beyond.”
Muscled brown arms cling tightly as broad hands pet ivory skin, tangle
in strands of unruly silver hair. Then
he kissed the tip of his most precious person’s nose and led him to their
bed.
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