I Don't Think You Understand

I have one hundred reviews. I'm on peoples' favorites list. Holy. Freaking. Cow.

I am speechless, so I think I'm going to just saw "screw it" and go into the disclaimer.

"Screw it." I don't own Naruto, or anything related to Naruto, though I do enjoy looking at pics of him.


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Normally, the morning was such a happy time in his life. Seeing the morning meant that he hadn’t returned from a mission the night before, because then he woke up in the afternoon. Hearing a bird chirp a greeting to the sun instead of shrieking to warn off a predator was a serenade waking him from slumber.

Now, his wake-up call consisted of dry eyes, a hand on his nearly ever-present erection, and a scowl. What a fan-fucking-tastic way to start the day.

Sighing, he levered himself up and headed to the bathroom. He knew better than to do this on the sheets. I am buying white sheets by the ton next time I go shopping.

To his dismay, getting rid of his erection proved very easy this morning, pointing to his dreams being of the more erotic nature...something he’d had to start getting used to as of late. His eyes closed as he imagined that kiss again, and before he knew it, he was staring down at himself in a post-orgasmic haze, erection soft, hand covered in semen, and toilet splattered with it.

Hardly even aware of what he was doing, he lifted the hand to his mouth and took a tentative lick...then grimaced. “Yuck,” he said aloud. “Why did I do that?”

You were curious.

“Yeah, but why was I thinking of Iruka when I did it?”

For answer, an all-too-graphic image of a nude Iruka (damn my watching that man get dressed for a while), splattered with semen and standing in front of him, came to mind. Before he knew what he was doing, he was lowering himself to his knees, so he could grasp this vision by its wonderfully delineated hipbones, to pull himself closer so he could delicately lick along the equally obvious ridges of the muscular abdomen--

--only to nearly crash headfirst into his still unflushed toilet tank as the image abruptly left his mind. “Shit!” With a grace even other ninja envied, he caught himself and stood, flushing away the evidence of his lust and moving to wash his hands.

Deciding he could do with a shower, he nodded at his reflection (still have the damn red eye, I see; at least they match now) and stripped his eyepatch off.

Deliberately, he set the water to near-arctic, knowing that he needed to think logically about something that had just entered his mind. Stepping in and yelping, he forced himself to wash as he thought this matter through.

I...want to lick him?

Kissing Iruka hadn’t involved the use of his tongue until five days ago. Every so often, they’d go out on a date, or they would just stay inside and talk, but there was a new addition to the ritual; the kiss now involved tongue. Lots of it.

Kakashi couldn’t say he disliked this change, but it left him aching every time they did it. That first, more involved kiss between them was tame compared to what was going on in their “good nights” now. There were times they didn’t come up for air, or came up for air and went right back into it again...

And then that one time last night...Kakashi still couldn’t think about it without his face going red. “I could now,” he mumbled. “I’m so damn cold I don’t think I could muster the blood right now.”

”Good night, Kakashi-san,” Iruka said, looking up with a smile.
“Good night,” Kakashi replied. “Would you--”
“Yes, I’ll close my eyes.”

With a sigh and a pout, Iruka shut them. “There.”

He then surprised Kakashi by putting his arms around Kakashi’s neck and pulling down with gentle, firm pressure. Kakashi quickly covered the man’s eyes with a hand, pulled down his mask, and placed his lips upon his boyfriend’s.

It started out in the way all of their kisses started out; slow, careful, just barely brushing the other with mouths. This time, though, Kakashi decided to take some initiative, and deepened the kiss himself with a tongue-tip touch to Iruka’s mouth and then a eager plunge after Iruka opened for him.

It was like a fight, almost, except he didn’t care who won. Lips, tongue, little bit of teeth, hints of roughness...it all blended for him and he lost himself in it.

Until one of the arms slid from behind his head, the hand attached to it starting to run down a chest, pausing at his pectoral to lightly circle one of the hidden nipples.

Kakashi jumped at the shock, a fleeting thought wondering why it didn’t spark like that when he touched it himself, but it disappeared as Iruka’s tongue did something particularly interesting--

--but that hand had other ideas. It wandered past his chest, to brush his stomach (which he inadvertently clenched), then slipped further down until it was at his groin, doing something interesting with patterns on it with the barest of brushes--

--and despite the water, Kakashi found himself getting hard. “Shit,” he sighed again, but instead of reaching down and ridding himself of it that way, he unceremoniously detached the mobile shower head and shot himself directly in the crotch with a stream of cold liquid.

The arousal went away, which was a small blessing. However, he was now curled up in the fetal position under a stream of water that was still icy-cold and moaning quietly as his wounded testicles did their best to crawl back inside his body.

Oh yes. This day is going to be positively cheery.

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Later, his mood soured as he received a message via a messenger-hawk that Iruka couldn’t meet with him today. Fucking teacher conferences. It was days like this that he was glad he had never applied to be an Academy teacher himself. Not only did he not have the patience to teach brats younger than his genin team, but he also would end up doing something extremely offensive at one of these meetings.

Like fall asleep.

He spent a few more minutes griping about how Iruka’s teaching style seemed okay to him before he felt calm enough to sprawl back across his bed, reaching automatically for one of his Icha books to help pass the time.

The book opened under his touch, falling open to a particular section...and Kakashi felt his mouth dry as he stared, entranced, at the image it had fallen open at.

He knew this part of this particular story well. The heroine, disguised by the evil shinobi who had kidnapped her as a man by a diabolically clever jutsu (sounds like the author, whoever it is, has heard of Naruto-kun’s Sexy no Jutsu), had fallen upon the clueless hero, kissing him with desperate gratitude for his saving “him.”

The story running through his head wasn’t what was catching Kakashi’s attention. For the Icha series, the picture was pretty tame, but it featured a part of the heroine-turned-hero(?)’s “thank you” that had Kakashi blushing rather hotly.

The hero (the actual hero), at this point, hadn’t had a clue as to why his body was responding to the kiss of another man (though the man in question was actually a woman), but as he hadn’t been laid in a while (Kakashi now knew what this meant too), the hero had just shrugged and decided to go with it.

The picture consisted of the hero laying on his back, his head thrown back in desperation as the “other hero”---sucked on his erection?

Interesting. He had wondered where he had gotten that image from. One of his dreams last night had a vague impression of a brown head at the apex of his thighs; had this been what that was?

That...is a very pleasant idea. He had enjoyed the touch of Iruka’s hand against his groin last night as well, but this idea just seemed so much more...more something.

He’d keep the idea in mind. For now, as he read through this much-thumbed copy of the Icha series, he had only one question for himself and for Iruka at a later time.

Why does something that nasty-sounding appeal to me so much?

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Quick tangent before departing on the actual tangent; I've only had one really awesome kiss in my lifetime. I've had three kisses. It doesn't happen to everyone.

Finally, FINALLY, I thought it time for Kakashi to get the idea that sex is more than just penetration. Kissing led up to this, since it's the logical next step for a hormonal man (young and otherwise). Right now, he's barely learning about control of his reaction to Iruka. Hell, I wonder what would happen if he reacted in a similar way to someone else?

...that gives me ideas. Hmm. I'll have to consider that.

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