I Don't Think You Understand

I beg of you all to forgive me for missing an update! I am not sure if this was happening to everyone, but last night, I could not, for all of my attempts, either load aff.net or make it load faster than a mule walking on two broken legs. Again, I am so very sorry!

Your reviews still warm my soul. LOL, I think I like the idea of making this story into a sort-of dating guide...but would it work on men too? I have yet to have a date. Oh well.

As usual, I don't own Naruto, but I would not be averse to owning some of their outfits. I'd totally wear the ANBU armor.

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Lips. His dreams were full of lips.

Pale ones, dark ones, bee-stung ones, pouty ones...he dreamed of them all. Each set was taking its turn in kissing him. The pale mouth had thinner lips than the rest, but made up for it in dexterous, teasing brushes. The dark mouths were all very full, but their kisses made him long for more than just simple pressure. The pouty lips were probably the worst; they teased him, made him want to nibble...but each time he opened his mouth to gently trap that full lower lip between his teeth, it would move away from him.

If I wasn’t so sure that I was attracted to that man, I think I would have killed him by now.

Every morning when he woke up, Iruka had that same thought. Every morning, his morning wood seemed stiffer than before. Every morning, he wished he’d at least been able to see the shape of Kakashi’s lips, if nothing else.

Every. Morning.

At this point, he didn’t care if he never saw another part of Kakashi’s face; he just wanted to see those soft, smooth-as-sanded-wood, maddeningly careful lips.

I can’t go on like this.

That was his second thought every morning. The morning process had become somewhat ingrained. How could it not, when he’d been having these traitorous thoughts for a week or more?

It had been FAR easier when the lips had been covered by the mask. He didn’t know why; it just was. All their dates ended in the same way; Kakashi would walk him to his door and ask him to close his eyes, he’d do so, a warm hand would carefully settle over the bridge of his nose to ensure that he couldn’t even peek--

--and then the lips. Dear gods, the lips.

Apparently Kakashi wasn’t only a genius on the battlefield.

Iruka was more or less certain that Kakashi had never been kissed properly before, and he doubted the man knew the teenage method of practicing on one’s hand, so where was he getting this kind of skill?

Last time he had researched the abilities of the Sharingan (or the transplanted version), being able to kiss someone senseless hadn’t been on the list.

And he does it without ever opening his mouth.

Right about then, Iruka decided he was done with relieving his erections the old-fashioned way, and set his shower to its coldest setting. It may not have been as satisfying, but he just wasn’t in the mood to allow his lust for an unseen pair of lips to consume him like that.

This way, at least, he had some way of calling to mind some form of discipline, since rushing out of class every five minutes to calm himself down after seeing an adult bite his or her lip in an unintentionally erotic way just was not an option.

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I am such an idiot.

Kakashi had just come to that stunning conclusion after reexaming the five scrolls which still stood proudly on his table.

None of these damn things have anything even close to Iruka’s handwriting.

He couldn’t even believe he’d missed such an obvious clue as that. “Underneath the underneath, indeed,” he muttered, resisting the urge to use his chakra to burn them all to cinders. “I am so glad none of my students can see me now.”

You did conclude that Iruka was the one sending them without thinking.

“And I’m paying for it now,” he growled at his unsympathetic subconscious.

After about two weeks of grading Iruka’s papers (and getting closer to the school window when watching him, knowing that a kunai wouldn’t find a lodging in between his eyes), he had finally, finally noticed that the handwriting on the scrolls and on the blackboard was as different as night and day.

Iruka’s handwriting was nowhere near as elegant as the handwriting on the scrolls.

Kakashi had never mentioned the scrolls to Iruka, believing that as soon as he had expressed his conflict the scrolls would stop coming, since presumably the chuunin had what he wanted (and thinking that makes me blush)...but they hadn’t.

Last Thursday...he’d gotten another. The single line inside the scroll? “Aren’t there more kinds of kisses?”

Now what the hell is that supposed to mean?

Whoever the mysterious sender of these sentences was, he or she was asking for it. Iruka had never complained about the kisses he’d received (he trusted Iruka to tell him if something was bothering him about their ongoing relationship), and Kakashi assumed that having trouble standing after a kiss meant that he was probably doing something correctly.

So why was the sender giving him this particular cryptic question to puzzle over? He figured he was doing okay...but it was best not to take chances, even if it was playing into the mystery person’s hands.

Time to take this to Iruka. He’ll know what to do.

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Food was the essence of life (water too). The best part of the workday or any day for that matter was the glorious occasion where there were no students around, no one in the faculty lounge, and a box filled with energy-replenishing wonderfully tasty foodstuffs on the table in front of you.

Thank all the gods that learning how to cook is a skill they teach every ninja.

Breaking apart his chopsticks, Iruka set around to digging in--

--only to nearly choke on a mouthful of rice as Kakashi manifested in front of him.

Reflexively, Iruka threw the only weapon at hand at the “intruder,” then instantly regretted it after recognizing who it was. Dammit, now what am I going to eat with?

To Iruka’s intense, hungry relief, Kakashi caught the chopsticks. He raised an eyebrow. “Someone is twitchy today,” he noted. “Good. I’ve taught you well.”

Iruka had to laugh at that. “You startled me!”
“Sorry,” the jounin replied unrepentantly. “I had a question to ask you.”

Glancing at the clock, Iruka nodded in satisfaction at seeing the half-hour remaining of his lunchtime. “Can it wait until I’ve eaten some more?”

Kakashi nodded and handed him back the chopsticks, and Iruka quickly (but not too quickly) demolished half of his lunch. He had the sinking suspicion that he was going to need the physical fortitude.

“Are there different kinds of kisses?”

...why am I always right about these things? “What do you mean?” He asked.

Kakashi squirmed a little. “I mean, are there different ways of kissing?”

Iruka swallowed a little convulsively. Yes, there are, and I’d love to do them to you right now, but...no! “Yes,” he said instead, pleased when his voice didn’t come out as a lusty growl. “There’s more than one way to kiss someone.”

“Like what?”

I think I hear the gods of sex and lust laughing at me. “Some people like to use their tongues when they kiss someone,” he said slowly. “They open their mouths and explore the other’s mouth with their tongue. Some people find this very erotic.” Me included. “There are people who enjoy some gentle nibbling on the lower lips as well.”

Kakashi’s eye scrunched up a little. “That sounds weird,” he said at last. “It doesn’t sound like it’d be all that pleasant.”
“No, it doesn’t,” Iruka agreed.

Kakashi sat down and was silent, so Iruka took the opportunity to finish off his lunch and make sure nothing was stuck between his teeth.

“...could we try the tongue-thing?”

Anything you want! “Um, sure,” Iruka said, feeling himself blush a bit. He stood up, locked the door, and made sure all the windows were covered before walking over to where Kakashi sat. “Stand up?”

Kakashi, he was gratified to see, instantly stood and made the now-usual (and extremely frustrating) request that Iruka close his eyes. “Just relax and go with it,” Iruka whispered.

The now-familiar hand covered his eyes, and then Kakashi’s lips touched his. Iruka refused to allow the insane joy that was welling up inside him to surface; now he had to focus on making sure the kiss didn’t become too involved.

After a few seconds of gentle brushes, Iruka opened his mouth and touched his tongue to Kakashi’s lips. The effect on the jounin was immediate; he gasped a little and his mouth opened. Iruka took the invitation and deepened the kiss.

Kakashi tasted warm. His teeth were slick, and his tongue felt interesting against his own, but he could feel that it was as tense as Kakashi’s body was at the moment. Iruka took a little time to tease the jounin’s tongue with his own, and felt it respond.

Hesitantly, Kakashi’s tongue tangled with his, then slid smoothly into Iruka’s mouth to do a little exploring of its own. His lips pressed against Iruka’s with greater pressure, and to Iruka’s astonishment, pulled Iruka’s lower lip into his mouth and sucked.

Neither was sure who broke away first, but all of a sudden, the hand over Iruka’s eyes was gone and he was pressed against a shoulder that was shaking nearly as badly as he was, and Kakashi’s head was resting next to his, warm breath landing on his neck as the man panted.

Iruka felt Kakashi free a hand and tug up the mask, but the hand was replaced a moment later and they stood that way for a while until their heartbeats calmed.

Separating reluctantly from the jounin, Iruka looked up to see the skin around the blue eye as dark red as it had ever been before. “I...uh...bye!” Kakashi stuttered, and was gone in a whirl of chakra smoke.

Iruka stood for a second, still feeling the ghostly press of the jounin’s mouth on his...before he slowly collapsed to the ground and once again had a shaking fit.

A shaking fit he tried to stop as he realized he was as hard as he had been that morning. With a sigh (and a worried glance to the clock that showed he only had ten minutes left), he began to speak and imagine the mantra he’d had to adopt after he found himself getting too aroused at school.

“Jiraiya-sama in a bikini. Gai-san wearing yellow and pink. A woman giving birth...”

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The scrolls didn't stop. Interesting.

To be fair to Kakashi, when I first heard about all the different kinds of kisses there were, I was grossed out too. I mean, one way is sticking your tongue into someone else's mouth, and after learning about all the nasty diseases and germs that can be passed on that way, it was almost enough to make me never want to try it.

Except...I did. To my shock, it felt nice, and wasn't gross at all, though it was very strange. Kakashi would not have experienced this properly with the now-dead stealer of his virginity, since she was more focused on her own gratification than his, and in my opinion, she wouldn't have cared anyway (her "personality" just sort of flowed out my fingers).

Learning how to kiss is one of the things that people should know about when getting into a relationship. Everyone is different, and might not like the same things. Kakashi, in being prodded by the scrolls, is branching out a bit and finding out what Iruka likes, and what he enjoys too.

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