The Bath House (extended mix)
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Chapter 2
It had been nearly two full weeks since the incident at The Bath House. Two weeks of waking up sweaty and panting. Two weeks of padding shakily to the bathroom to finish himself off. Two weeks of not even being able to finish re-reading a full chapter of his beloved Icha Icha, his daydreaming had gotten so bad.
Kakashi supposed it wouldn’t have been so distracting had he actually been busy. But as it was, he had nothing but free time. After Sasuke’s defection to Otogakure, he’d been ordered by Tsunade herself to take some leave. Three months worth, to be exact, and with only one month down he was nearly jumping out of his skin to get back to work.
If only he hadn’t agreed to Naruto’s little request, he wouldn’t be in this predicament…
***
“Um, Kakashi-sensei,” said Naruto, his voice uncharacteristically serious, “can I talk to you for a second?” His eyes darted around, scanning the small crowd that had come to the gate to wish him farewell. “Over there,” he motioned to a shade tree about twenty yards off, just inside the walls of the city. Apparently he needed privacy for what he was about to say.
On any other day Kakashi would have used such an opportunity for teasing his student mercilessly. Jiraiya’s student now, he reminded himself grimly, following Naruto to the tree and waiting patiently for the boy to reveal what it was that had him so worked up.
“I have a favor to ask of you,” the blond nearly whispered. “While I’m gone… While I’m gone could you just… Make sure nothing bad happens to Iruka-sensei?” He hadn’t looked Kakashi in the eye until he was finished speaking, but the puppy-dog look he was currently sporting was quite something, really. The older man stifled a laugh, but his visible eye still curved upward with his smile. He understood the boy’s concerns—Kakashi didn’t know a great deal about the chuunin academy sensei, other than what he’d learned through Naruto and occasional casual lunches and dinners at Ichiraku, but he did know that Iruka was the closest thing to a father figure Naruto had ever had. The thought of being apart from him for so long must surely be daunting.
Kakashi placed a reassuring hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Now, Naruto, Iruka-sensei is a chuunin, and fully capable of taking care of himself.” When the blond started to protest, he quickly continued, “But if it’s that important to you, I’ll check in on him from time to time, okay?” He felt he owed Naruto at least that much. He’d neglected one boy in favor of trying to save another, and in the end he felt he’d failed them both.
The almost-tackle he received brought him out of his episode of self-loathing, and he ruffled the spiky blond locks currently burrowing into his flak jacket. One little request was nothing in the grand scheme of things, and he was about to have a lot of spare time to make good on his promise…
***
He wasn’t stalking the chuunin, really, he was just bored out of his wits. He’d already cleaned and reorganized his apartment, completed 5 of Gai’s infamous challenges (the record now standing at 68-67 in his favor), memorized Iruka-sensei’s schedule, and staked out all the best spots to observe the younger man while not being noticed. The only problem was, Iruka was insufferably boring…
It had been a little over two weeks since Naruto’s departure, and the other man hadn’t even tripped over a pebble, or sneezed, or done anything even remotely exciting. He taught, he worked part-time in the mission room, he met up occasionally with co-workers for dinner, and apparently graded papers for fun. Kakashi was about to give up on his watch and find something, anything more amusing when the younger man exited his apartment in civilian clothing and strode purposefully down the street. This new occurrence piqued the jounin’s interest and he tailed the brunet from a safe distance, making sure to keep his chakra masked.
Upon reaching the chuunin’s destination, Kakashi’s eyebrow raised. The Bath House was a place he’d only ever heard about, and by it’s reputation, one he couldn’t quite envision the straight-laced teacher of young children frequenting. But as his old saying went, one had to look underneath the underneath… A slight tinge of pink worked its way up the silver-haired ninja’s face as he imagined what was underneath those jeans Iruka-sensei was wearing. Pure curiosity carried him through the door and out of the reeking alleyway.
He’d managed to sneak by the attendant and into the locker room, disrobing (save the mask) to avoid looking incredibly out of place should anyone see him. After that it only took him a minute to locate the academy sensei, and when he did, he quickly ducked into the closest available room to stifle a nosebleed. There was Iruka-sensei, his skin an even tan across his whole body, lounging lasciviously as he slowly stroked himself, the door to his room wide-open for all to see.
It was just like Icha Icha Violence, book 2, chapter 7, where the prim and proper (and well-endowed) sensei shows her naughty side to the unsuspecting hero at the onsen1. Gods, he’d always had a weakness for the naughty sensei stereotype, and this wasn’t helping in the slightest. Kakashi just knew his entire face had to be red by now. Not to mention his cock, which was standing eagerly at attention, the flared glans an angry red. He palmed himself, groaning softly at the pressure and peeking around the corner of the doorway into the younger man’s room across the hall.
As Iruka’s hands moved over his own body, Kakashi was slowly being taken by an overwhelming need to replace those hands with his own, to pull down his mask and taste the bronzed flesh, but the fear of being rejected was too great for him to move from his hiding spot. Perhaps the younger man only came here because he didn’t wish for anyone else to know his orientation. He may not take too kindly to being accosted in his safe haven by someone he knows personally. But just when Kakashi had resigned himself to jerking off quietly while watching the man pleasure himself, Iruka flipped onto his stomach and…
Oh lord Hokage, the chuunin was fingering himself and moaning, and even if Kakashi’s brain didn’t understand that this was his chance, the rest of his body did. His feet carried him noisily into the younger man’s room, and with only a hand and a voice that was not quite his own, he kept the teacher from looking at him.
The younger man had writhed beneath his touch, and he quickly pulled his mask down to lick and bite at the bronzed skin. He’d been in a daze as he parted the firm globes of the sensei’s ass and tongued the puckered entrance hungrily.
“Fuck me.”
Iruka’s sudden demand had Kakashi’s insides thrumming and he gasped as his dick sprang up almost to his belly. He’d hesitated before pushing in, and the brunet pushed back, almost fucking himself on the older man. It was fast and hard, and oh-so-fucking-good. He’d had to stop himself from moaning the teacher’s name on several occasions, and when he came he bit down on his tongue so hard he tasted copper.
Kakashi couldn’t help but drag it out, he’d not felt so sated in a long, long time. When the academy teacher actually agreed to a repeat he’d been cautiously excited, and not thinking clearly at all. He let slip the chuunin’s name, and had to make a hasty retreat to the locker room to jutsu himself home with his clothes…
***
Why, why, oh why had he been so impulsive? Sure, it had been wonderful at the time, but now every other thought was the sound of Iruka’s impassioned cries, the taste of his skin, the feel of him pulsing around Kakashi as he came…
His gut twisted at the thought of revealing himself to the younger man, only to be yelled at and turned away. Iruka had a legendary temper, and on the receiving end of one of his rants, even a well-deserved one, was someplace Kakashi just didn’t want to be. But he’d waited and watched and jerked off like a teenager for almost two weeks now, and it just wasn’t getting any better.
For a few days he’d toyed with the notion of simply tailing the chuunin until he returned to The Bath House. He could probably manage not being seen again, but the idea was oddly unsatisfying. His cheeks burned hot beneath his mask when he thought about what he really wanted: all that tanned skin and toned muscle trembling beneath his touch, plundering the chuunin’s mouth to muffle the impassioned cries of their coupling, his name falling from Iruka-sensei’s lips as he comes between them…
Jerking his mask down, Kakashi quickly scrubbed the drool from the corner of his mouth, glad there is no one around to see him looking so undignified. With a resigned sigh, he accepted that his only option was to go and speak to the man, and even if he was turned away, maybe it would put an end to these tormenting adolescent fantasies.
Kakashi supposed it wouldn’t have been so distracting had he actually been busy. But as it was, he had nothing but free time. After Sasuke’s defection to Otogakure, he’d been ordered by Tsunade herself to take some leave. Three months worth, to be exact, and with only one month down he was nearly jumping out of his skin to get back to work.
If only he hadn’t agreed to Naruto’s little request, he wouldn’t be in this predicament…
***
“Um, Kakashi-sensei,” said Naruto, his voice uncharacteristically serious, “can I talk to you for a second?” His eyes darted around, scanning the small crowd that had come to the gate to wish him farewell. “Over there,” he motioned to a shade tree about twenty yards off, just inside the walls of the city. Apparently he needed privacy for what he was about to say.
On any other day Kakashi would have used such an opportunity for teasing his student mercilessly. Jiraiya’s student now, he reminded himself grimly, following Naruto to the tree and waiting patiently for the boy to reveal what it was that had him so worked up.
“I have a favor to ask of you,” the blond nearly whispered. “While I’m gone… While I’m gone could you just… Make sure nothing bad happens to Iruka-sensei?” He hadn’t looked Kakashi in the eye until he was finished speaking, but the puppy-dog look he was currently sporting was quite something, really. The older man stifled a laugh, but his visible eye still curved upward with his smile. He understood the boy’s concerns—Kakashi didn’t know a great deal about the chuunin academy sensei, other than what he’d learned through Naruto and occasional casual lunches and dinners at Ichiraku, but he did know that Iruka was the closest thing to a father figure Naruto had ever had. The thought of being apart from him for so long must surely be daunting.
Kakashi placed a reassuring hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Now, Naruto, Iruka-sensei is a chuunin, and fully capable of taking care of himself.” When the blond started to protest, he quickly continued, “But if it’s that important to you, I’ll check in on him from time to time, okay?” He felt he owed Naruto at least that much. He’d neglected one boy in favor of trying to save another, and in the end he felt he’d failed them both.
The almost-tackle he received brought him out of his episode of self-loathing, and he ruffled the spiky blond locks currently burrowing into his flak jacket. One little request was nothing in the grand scheme of things, and he was about to have a lot of spare time to make good on his promise…
***
He wasn’t stalking the chuunin, really, he was just bored out of his wits. He’d already cleaned and reorganized his apartment, completed 5 of Gai’s infamous challenges (the record now standing at 68-67 in his favor), memorized Iruka-sensei’s schedule, and staked out all the best spots to observe the younger man while not being noticed. The only problem was, Iruka was insufferably boring…
It had been a little over two weeks since Naruto’s departure, and the other man hadn’t even tripped over a pebble, or sneezed, or done anything even remotely exciting. He taught, he worked part-time in the mission room, he met up occasionally with co-workers for dinner, and apparently graded papers for fun. Kakashi was about to give up on his watch and find something, anything more amusing when the younger man exited his apartment in civilian clothing and strode purposefully down the street. This new occurrence piqued the jounin’s interest and he tailed the brunet from a safe distance, making sure to keep his chakra masked.
Upon reaching the chuunin’s destination, Kakashi’s eyebrow raised. The Bath House was a place he’d only ever heard about, and by it’s reputation, one he couldn’t quite envision the straight-laced teacher of young children frequenting. But as his old saying went, one had to look underneath the underneath… A slight tinge of pink worked its way up the silver-haired ninja’s face as he imagined what was underneath those jeans Iruka-sensei was wearing. Pure curiosity carried him through the door and out of the reeking alleyway.
He’d managed to sneak by the attendant and into the locker room, disrobing (save the mask) to avoid looking incredibly out of place should anyone see him. After that it only took him a minute to locate the academy sensei, and when he did, he quickly ducked into the closest available room to stifle a nosebleed. There was Iruka-sensei, his skin an even tan across his whole body, lounging lasciviously as he slowly stroked himself, the door to his room wide-open for all to see.
It was just like Icha Icha Violence, book 2, chapter 7, where the prim and proper (and well-endowed) sensei shows her naughty side to the unsuspecting hero at the onsen1. Gods, he’d always had a weakness for the naughty sensei stereotype, and this wasn’t helping in the slightest. Kakashi just knew his entire face had to be red by now. Not to mention his cock, which was standing eagerly at attention, the flared glans an angry red. He palmed himself, groaning softly at the pressure and peeking around the corner of the doorway into the younger man’s room across the hall.
As Iruka’s hands moved over his own body, Kakashi was slowly being taken by an overwhelming need to replace those hands with his own, to pull down his mask and taste the bronzed flesh, but the fear of being rejected was too great for him to move from his hiding spot. Perhaps the younger man only came here because he didn’t wish for anyone else to know his orientation. He may not take too kindly to being accosted in his safe haven by someone he knows personally. But just when Kakashi had resigned himself to jerking off quietly while watching the man pleasure himself, Iruka flipped onto his stomach and…
Oh lord Hokage, the chuunin was fingering himself and moaning, and even if Kakashi’s brain didn’t understand that this was his chance, the rest of his body did. His feet carried him noisily into the younger man’s room, and with only a hand and a voice that was not quite his own, he kept the teacher from looking at him.
The younger man had writhed beneath his touch, and he quickly pulled his mask down to lick and bite at the bronzed skin. He’d been in a daze as he parted the firm globes of the sensei’s ass and tongued the puckered entrance hungrily.
“Fuck me.”
Iruka’s sudden demand had Kakashi’s insides thrumming and he gasped as his dick sprang up almost to his belly. He’d hesitated before pushing in, and the brunet pushed back, almost fucking himself on the older man. It was fast and hard, and oh-so-fucking-good. He’d had to stop himself from moaning the teacher’s name on several occasions, and when he came he bit down on his tongue so hard he tasted copper.
Kakashi couldn’t help but drag it out, he’d not felt so sated in a long, long time. When the academy teacher actually agreed to a repeat he’d been cautiously excited, and not thinking clearly at all. He let slip the chuunin’s name, and had to make a hasty retreat to the locker room to jutsu himself home with his clothes…
***
Why, why, oh why had he been so impulsive? Sure, it had been wonderful at the time, but now every other thought was the sound of Iruka’s impassioned cries, the taste of his skin, the feel of him pulsing around Kakashi as he came…
His gut twisted at the thought of revealing himself to the younger man, only to be yelled at and turned away. Iruka had a legendary temper, and on the receiving end of one of his rants, even a well-deserved one, was someplace Kakashi just didn’t want to be. But he’d waited and watched and jerked off like a teenager for almost two weeks now, and it just wasn’t getting any better.
For a few days he’d toyed with the notion of simply tailing the chuunin until he returned to The Bath House. He could probably manage not being seen again, but the idea was oddly unsatisfying. His cheeks burned hot beneath his mask when he thought about what he really wanted: all that tanned skin and toned muscle trembling beneath his touch, plundering the chuunin’s mouth to muffle the impassioned cries of their coupling, his name falling from Iruka-sensei’s lips as he comes between them…
Jerking his mask down, Kakashi quickly scrubbed the drool from the corner of his mouth, glad there is no one around to see him looking so undignified. With a resigned sigh, he accepted that his only option was to go and speak to the man, and even if he was turned away, maybe it would put an end to these tormenting adolescent fantasies.