Iruka's Sex Ed

ISE 2:


Iruka sighed wearily and hitched the shoulder strap on his bag of school papers up higher before it fell off. He was tempted to just let it fall now that he was home, but with the luck he was having today the papers inside would probably scatter all over his doorstep and then he’d be forced to pick them up before going inside. And getting inside where he could unwind a little was all he cared about right now.

He pressed one hand to the wood of his front door and sent a small amount of [i]chakra[/i] into the wood to deactivate his traps. He counted to twenty in his head while he waited for his [i]chakra[/i] to shut down all of the defenses he set whenever he left his house.

When he finished his silent count, he opened the front door and stepped inside. Once he’d shut the door he let the bag that had been drooping the entire way home fall to the floor; thankfully the papers didn’t scatter. He wasn’t all that inclined to pick them up [i]inside[/i] his door either. He turned and sent another flash of [i]chakra[/i] back into the door, reactivating only the traps that wouldn’t be affected by his own movement within the house knowing that while they wouldn’t totally protect him, they would at least slow down any unwanted intruders since he wasn’t expecting any company tonight.

After completing the reactivation, the [i]chunin[/i] turned to the rack next to the door and began removing his weapons and placing them on the rack. It was good to always be prepared, but sometimes it was better to unwind after a long day. He pulled various assortments of [i]kunai[/i] and [i]shuriken[/i] from hidden places on his body trying to make himself a little more comfortable. He stripped off what he considered unnecessary, leaving only the three [i]shuriken[/i] in the hidden fold of his uniform pants and the [i]kunai[/i] in the sheath on his thigh.

He shouldn’t need anything more than that. He had various weapons hidden around his home in the case of a full-scale attack, but the likelihood of anyone mounting a surprise attack against a lone [i]chunin[/i] schoolteacher was slim. Still, he wasn’t going to lose his life because he was too complacent to carry around a [i]kunai[/i].

Iruka bent to pick up his bag now that he was mostly weapon free. His original intent was to take his bag over to the couch, where he normally graded papers, but as soon as he saw the comfortably functional brown piece of furniture, he remembered what Kakashi had smelled like when he’d pressed in close and cupped Iruka’s cheek in his strong, slender hands. Ignoring the flash of heat the memory produced, he ruthlessly pushed those thoughts aside and altered his course, taking the bag over to the kitchen table.

It had been a long day; his students were feeling extra sadistic today. They were getting better at trying to prank him though, two attempts to get the better of him were easily detected but Iruka highly suspected those were just diversions, because he only narrowly avoided the third. He supposed he should take some pride in the fact that his students were working together pretty successfully even if it [i]was[/i] in an attempt to prank him. And he probably would be proud if he wasn’t so damned exhausted.

Thankfully, he didn’t have much grading to do, but he should probably take care of it tonight anyway once he’d relaxed a bit. He had to work at the Missions Office the next two nights in a row and he didn’t want to fall behind. Grading a week’s worth of assignments in one night was such a bitch.

Plus it would help to keep his mind busy. He’d been trying all day to avoid thinking about what had happened between him and Kakashi last night, and he’d been mostly successful. Training hordes of pre-[i]genin[/i] to use sharp objects tended to keep one’s mind occupied.

But now that he was home and had nothing really to focus on, he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to help but analyze every second that Kakashi had spent in his home. And really that wouldn’t be a problem if he could just lie back and enjoy the pleasant sexual buzz the memories recalled without having to muddle through the confusion and emotional turbulence they brought with them.

But there was simply no way to indulge in the fantasy of it without admitting to himself that it [i]meant[/i] something. Iruka just wasn’t sure what that something was. Of course it was normal for him to feel grateful to Kakashi for showing him the pleasant side of anal sex, how good and satisfying it could be. He would never forget how much he owed the silver-haired god of sex for helping him to let go of his fear and self-consciousness.

There was just more to it than that. There was this whole other ball of emotion sitting heavily in Iruka’s gut that he just wasn’t ready to examine, because he was scared of what it meant. What if he really was as sentimental as he feared and he’d formed some kind of attachment to Kakashi simply because they had sex? The entire experience had broken down so many of Iruka’s walls and preconceptions. Finally having sex had shattered Iruka’s image of himself, and this morning he’d been faced with the task of putting those pieces back together.

But what if he’d put them back together in a different way? What if he was different now? In some ways he was, he felt more confident, less like he was always second-best. But what if last night changed the way he felt about people? Kakashi specifically. What if he’d been a total idiot and fallen for the man? It would have been insanely stupid, but certainly possible.

Because when he closed his eyes, and let down his guard, those little flashes of fantasy weren’t merely memories of physical sensations – they were memories of [i]Kakashi[/i]. Memories of how intense his eyes had been, how husky his voice sounded, the way his skin shone with sweat, the way he shuddered when Iruka took him in his mouth. Did that mean those feelings weighing heavily in his stomach were feelings of affection for Kakashi? Did he want more from the man than sex?

Iruka couldn’t let himself ask such questions. He was far too afraid of the answer. He needed to keep Kakashi out of his head, because once he pondered that question there were many more waiting in the wings to confuse, arouse, or depress him. He needed to keep busy doing something to take his mind off the events of last night.

Especially since he’d been standing in the middle of his kitchen thinking about it for far too long already.

He moved to the stove and put some water on for tea more out of habit than for any real desire to drink any. He thought about fixing himself something to eat for dinner, but it seemed the mangled knot of emotions settled heavily in his stomach left little room for anything else because he wasn’t very hungry.

When the water was hot enough, he went through the motions of preparing the tea and fixing himself a cup. His movements were sure and graceful even if they were a little distracted. He just couldn’t seem to completely push from his mind the image of a nearly-closed crinkled eye lighting up a face covered in black cotton.

He stood by the sink finishing his tea and reciting his lesson plans for the next two weeks to himself. As he finished his tea, he washed the cup and a few other dishes that were in the sink as well. As his hands moved unconsciously, he let his mind drift from future lesson plans, to his lessons for tomorrow. He mentally catalogued all the supplies he would need to have on hand as well as which students would most likely need additional help with the lesson, and which students were sure to misbehave and possible solutions for both problems.

By the time he’d finished finalizing all the plans and felt prepared for the day tomorrow, he’d dried and put away all the dishes he’d washed and tidied the few things that were out of place in his kitchen. Iruka wasn’t a neat freak, but he definitely liked to keep his home clean and clutter free. Being as busy as he was, it made life easier to stay on top of the housework so that when he did get some precious time off he could enjoy it and not spend it cleaning a messy house or catching up on grading.

He thought about taking his papers over to the couch and getting comfortable to grade them, but as soon as he rounded the corner and looked at the couch, he was bombarded with the feeling of strong fingers rubbing teasing circles on his inner thigh and a smirk that looked far too smug, even from under a mask.

Deciding that his grading could wait in favor of his effort to avoid thoughts about Kakashi, and that the couch didn’t seem like such a good idea after all, Iruka moved to his laundry room. A ninja, even a [i]chunin[/i] schoolteacher who didn’t go on very many missions, was forever dirtying their uniforms with things like blood and dirt. Which meant that in any ninja’s house there should be a pile of dirty laundry big enough to occupy yourself with for at least a short while, and Iruka’s was no exception.

He gathered some items from the hamper and then stripped off his flack vest and uniform shirt and tossed them into the washing machine and started a load. Pulling a load out of the dryer he’d started this morning, he put the pile on an empty shelf he’d installed just for this purpose and began folding.

Standing in just his uniform pants, he folded quickly and efficiently, but the task was so mundane, it did little to occupy his mind. His thoughts kept going back to the sensation of strong, capable fingers shaking with arousal and ghosting over his skin. He tried hard to push those thoughts away, but they just wouldn’t leave him.

He needed another distraction.

Maybe he should start grading his students’ papers. If he sat at the kitchen table where his memories of last night’s [i]discussion[/i] weren’t so fresh, perhaps that would sufficiently occupy his mind. He quickly folded the last few articles of clothing and not even bothering to put them away he moved back to his kitchen. He was desperate to get his mind off his recollections.

Fixing himself another cup of tea, hoping it would calm his nerves a bit, Iruka grabbed the papers out of his bag and began sorting them into two piles. There were two assignments that had been turned in today. One was a homework assignment that he was simply going to check to make sure it had been completed, and the other was a quiz he’d given on yesterday’s lesson on [i]chakra[/i] control.

Deciding to start with the quiz since it would take the most amount of concentration, he picked up his pen and began checking answers, writing notes of praise and making constructive corrections in the margins. Before he knew it, he’d fallen into the routine of grading and his thoughts had settled on nothing but his students’ answers.

Occasionally he would shift and the hard, unforgiving wood of the chair he was sitting in would cause a twinge of discomfort in his sore bottom and remind him that he’d been taken hard and most pleasantly last night. But as soon as it happened, he would simply pick up another quiz and focus on his corrections before any real, serious thoughts about Kakashi could take root.

He finished grading the quizzes quickly and seamlessly moved on to checking the homework assignments. He’d asked his students to write a few sentences on reasons a ninja would focus [i]chakra[/i] to their feet. Most of his students had responded with very practical answers like ‘I could run faster’ or ‘you could use it to help you climb trees better,’ but there was also the occasional [i]creative[/i] answer. Mostly he just went through the stack marking down which students turned in the assignment and occasionally writing helpful suggestions to some of the students.

This didn’t require nearly as much concentration as grading the tests had, but he was able to keep his thoughts firmly on the task at hand and away from Kakashi. That is until he decided to get more comfortable.

Without thinking, he folded one of his legs up and tucked his foot under his rear. The action caused his heel to press against his over-sensitized anus and a delicious spike of erotic heat shot up his spine. The slight sting, combined with the very visceral reminder of just why he was so sensitive and a little sore there burned through him making him moan out loud.

Memories of the sound Kakashi’s hand made when it greased his dick in preparation to push inside and open him up created an echo that bounced in his ears, torturing him with the sinful promise of ecstasy. His heart beat faster pumping his blood rapidly to flush his face and fill his dick and Iruka found himself alone at his kitchen table, half naked, and panting with desire all while he was supposed to be grading papers.

[i]This is getting really fucking ridiculous.[/i]

Iruka forced his attention away from his thoughts about Kakashi and back to his students’ homework assignments. Shifting his position so that he wasn’t so [i]physically[/i] reminded of last night’s activities, he continued to work through the stack of papers in front of him.

Despite the return to such an unexciting task, his erection remained. He worked his way through the remainder of the completed assignments while his dick pulsed with insistent arousal and he fought to stay focused on what he was doing.

When he’d finished, he leaned over to get his bag off the floor and return all the papers to it. Another achingly carnal stab of pleasurable pain detonated in his stretched and sore ass and the papers in his hands went sliding across the floor. The slightly stretched out feeling from leaning over caused memories of spreading his legs wider, opening himself further, and begging Kakashi with body and words to fuck him harder to assault him and forced a strangled moan out of Iruka’s suddenly dry throat.

A silken voice thick and heavy with arousal ripped through his consciousness.

[i]“This what you want?”[/i]

[i]Oh god yes, this was exactly what he wanted.[/i] Every muscle in his body clenched in response to the memory of those heated words, including his ass muscles, sending another flare of burning want through him. His breath caught, his nipples tightened and he bit his lip to hold back a wayward moan. Oh god, he could suppress memories of physical sensations, but there was no way in hell he could fight his reaction to that voice. Kakashi aroused and whispering shamefully lewd promises was the most erotic thing Iruka had ever experienced and he just couldn’t deny the need to hear it again, even if it was in his own head.

Like a kunai ripping through rice paper, the words ripped through the last of his feeble defenses. Iruka scrambled to hastily pick up the scattered papers and shove them in his bag all while trying to rationalize the thought that he was about to cum in his pants just from [i]thinking[/i] about how sexy Kakashi was.

His reactions were so insanely intense it was ridiculous, but he was done fighting it. As dangerous as it was, he wanted to relive every minute of his time with Kakashi, wanted to enjoy finally being fucked and liking it. He wanted to revel in his newfound sexual awareness and freedom.

And just like that the floodgates opened and more images and words- those damned filthy, dirty, exciting words- poured into his head like a tidal wave sweeping away the last of his rational thought.

[i] “I don’t know how you managed to go so long without fucking Iruka, not when you’re so needy.”[/i]

Iruka leaned back against the counter feeling the hard edge dig into the naked skin of his back and grasped it hard enough to turn his knuckles white. His knees had suddenly decided to stop supporting him.

[i] “Or maybe you just like my cock that much.”[/i]

He squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. The tiny flash of pain should have distracted him from his fantasy, but instead it only made him hotter. [i]Why were his reactions so intense?[/i] It had to be because it was his first time. Well, not technically his first time, but essentially.

[i] “There’s that sensei voice that gets me so hot.”[/i]

A little whimper escaped his throat and he reached down to rub his palm over his erection. With his other hand he ran his fingertips over his throat and collarbone. Little flashes of heat followed the touches, but he was really only teasing himself; just sensitizing the skin and building up his arousal the way Kakashi had done.

[i] “You feel so damn good ‘Ruka.”[/i]

He stroked himself through the material of his pants with one hand and teased the skin over his chest and down his ribs with the other. His face felt hot, flushed and his breathing was harsh and loud in the silent house.

[i] “You have absolutely no idea how sexy you are, do you?”[/i]


He brought his fingers back up to the taut bud of his nipple and teased the hard pebble with light strokes. A teasing warmth gathered in the bud and it became swollen and sensitive beneath his fingers.

[i]”I want to make you feel even better.”[/i]

Pressing harder on his erection he bit his lip to hold in his moan of pleasure. Between the words in his head and the physical sensations he was getting pretty worked up. At this rate he’d be cleaning cum off his kitchen floor in minutes, but he didn’t care. And he wasn’t about to stop.

[i]“This what you want?”[/i]

He pinched his nipple lightly. Ecstasy shot down his nerves from his nipple directly to his cock and he felt moisture began to bead at the tip.

[i]“God, you’re so beautiful like this.”[/i]

[i] “Such a tease. Bedroom. Now.”[/i]

That sounded like a good idea. Feeling flushed and too damn close to orgasm for it not to be embarrassing, he decided it was definitely time to continue this in his bedroom. He made his way there stripping off his remaining clothing as he went, not caring at all where it landed. He could pick it up later, right now he needed release.

Entering his bedroom he headed for his nightstand and opened the drawer to pull out his lube. Quickly locating the well used tube, he climbed onto his bed.

He lay in bed and lubed his hand, then wrapped the fingers around his aching cock. Spikes of pleasure imbedded themselves in his gut, each sure stroke making him bite his lips to hold in a moan. He stroked firmly, passing his thumb over the tip occasionally the way Kakashi had last night.

It felt good, especially with the fantasies in his head, but it wasn’t enough, he needed more sensation; he needed to feel what he was imagining.

He crawled off the bed and knelt on the floor, sweeping his arms under the bed looking for his toy box. His fingers closed over the edge of the cardboard box and he pulled it out hurriedly. He rummaged around until he located his largest dildo.

It was still somewhat smaller than Kakashi, but at least it would get him close to that stretched burning feeling of possession he craved as long as he didn’t stretch himself before.

He climbed back on the bed, toy in hand and spread his legs. He resumed stroking his cock with one hand while he used the other to bring the toy to his eager ass hole. He didn’t push it in yet, he passed the tip of it over his hole a few times, teasing himself. He closed his eyes and let his fantasy lover direct his actions.

[i]Kakashi leaned up and reached out for the lube and poured a generous amount on his cock. He slicked it up with a few sure, quick strokes. “Are you ready?”[/i]

Finally, he began to put pressure on the toy and push it inside himself in slow increments. He relished the intense burn of unprepared penetration and the way his body had to stretch to accommodate the intrusion.

He slowed the hand on his dick to a crawling pace and just savored the sensation of being impaled. There was nothing else like the feeling of being filled, and now he knew exactly what it felt like to be filled by a lover instead of toys. To feel hands wandering over his body, to feel naked skin pressed against his own. To hear harsh breathing and lusty words panted in his ear. To not have to reach completion alone.

But tonight he wasn’t alone, he had memories of Kakashi to whisper sexy things into the corners of his mind.

[i]Kakashi continued to press in slowly but insistently, not stopping until he was fully sheathed within Iruka’s tight passage. “Holy…shiiit…”[/i]

When the toy was fully imbedded in him, he pulled it back out just as slowly. Leaving the tip poised just outside his sensitive opening until the anticipation built up to a level he couldn’t tolerate, he squirmed and bit his lip. The flared head of the toy was stretching his swollen, puffy ring of muscle to a point that was somewhere between painful and nirvana and Iruka almost couldn’t bear the waiting. He begged the Kakashi in his mind to hurry up and fuck him already. But his fantasy Kakashi was just as stubborn as the real Kakashi.

[i]Kakashi gripped Iruka’s hip harder and made the tiniest movement with his hips. “I’m not holding back for you sweet, I’m holding back for me. You feel so damn good ‘Ruka, I need a minute to get myself back under control.”[/i]

[i]Kakashi hissed when Iruka squeezed him. “Damnit Iruka, it’s like you want me to pound your ass into the mattress.”[/i]

Just as slowly as the first breach, he pushed the toy back inside of himself until the base rested against his ass cheeks. [i]God it burned so good.[/i] The tiny bite of pain multiplied the pleasure a hundredfold. His passage was still sensitive and slightly sore from being used so hard and opened up so thoroughly last night. And as amazing as this felt, how much better would it feel if he had a steady lover who could actually fuck him while he was still so raw and stretched instead of having to toy himself?

Images of silver hair and a crinkle-eyed smile flashed in his head disrupting his fantasy momentarily and he gasped at the implications of what his subconscious mind was telling him. Did he really want a relationship with Kakashi? If so it would be the epitome of stupidity, to fall for the [i]jounin[/i] was emotional suicide. Kakashi not only had no desire to have a relationship with anyone, Iruka was pretty sure he was incapable of it.

He ground the toy in a little harder to force those thoughts from his mind. White light exploded behind his eyelids as he found his prostate, and like he was playing a video in his head his fantasy skipped forward to compensate for the movement.


[i]Kakashi grabbed Iruka’s hips pulling him back farther and changing the angle. He growled at the increased penetration and tightened his grip on Iruka’s tanned hips.[/i]

He started a steady rhythm of slow deep thrusts into his fluttering passage while barely moving his other hand on his dick. Arousal coiled in his gut and wound tighter with every slow thrust.

[i]Kakashi’s thrusts were now hitting his prostate dead on and Iruka’s arms collapsed beneath him, bringing his shoulders to the mattress. He pressed the side of his face into the bed beneath him and spread his legs wider, silently begging for more, urging Kakashi to take him harder still.[/i]

He increased the pace with every scalding image his fevered imagination fed him until he was fucking himself on the dildo with wild abandon. White light exploded behind his eyelids as he hammered the toy into his aching, hungry hole.

[i]Kakashi growled again and thrust deeper. “I don’t know how you managed to go so long without fucking Iruka, not when you’re so needy.”[/i]

He couldn’t ignore his weeping length any longer and his previously idle hand began to speed over his organ trying to bring him to release. His hips bucked frantically pushing himself deeper onto his toy and his dick faster through his fist.

[i]Kakashi reached down and wrapped a hand around Iruka’s length, stroking it firmly as he picked up speed. “Can’t last much longer, cum for me Iruka.”[/i]

Just like last time those words brought him swiftly to release. He came hard, shooting his cum onto his toned stomach and gasping Kakashi’s name. Nothingness stole over his mind as the intense pleasure wrapped itself around his consciousness like a blanket.

He lay there for a minute, coming down from his high and trying to regulate his frantic breathing. As completely rapturous as that felt, regret was slowly seeping into his awareness. [i]What in the hell had he just done?[/i] Now it was going to be even harder to ignore his thought of Kakashi, the man had brought him to mind-numbing, life-altering orgasm twice- and only needed to fuck him once to do it!

And just how the hell was he going to react the next time he saw Kakashi in person? If he kept fantasizing about him constantly he was liable to hump his leg on a crowded street. He was as pitiful as a hormone over-loaded teenager. [i]Christ he needed to get a grip.[/i]

After a few minutes, he slowly withdrew his toy from his slightly tender hole. He winced at the soreness of the muscle and knew sitting down tomorrow was not going to be fun.

He sat up and made his way to the bathroom to clean the toy. Once it was clean and replaced in the box under his bed, he looked down at his cum-covered stomach and decided he needed to clean himself as well.

He went back to the bathroom and turned on the shower as hot as it would go. He stepped under the scalding spray and let it cascade over him, the warmth and pressure loosening his muscles. He put both hands on the wall to brace himself and leaned his head forward, letting the hot spray beat down on the tense muscles in his shoulders and neck.

He stood there for a long time, just thinking and feeling. He wanted to avoid thinking about Kakashi, but it was probably too late for that, this was the part he knew would be so painful. It was like he’d opened Pandora’s box, and while he enjoyed the pleasure and the fun that having sex with the [i]jounin[/i] had been, he just wanted to pretend all the other stuff in the box- like repercussions- just didn’t exist. But he had about as little success with that as he’d been having since the man had left. Now that he’d exhausted the repertoire of images of the things the man had done to him and he’d like him to do to him some time in the near future and removed the sexual heat from them, all that was left was the myriad of emotion and the confusion.

Iruka had no idea how he felt about Kakashi or how he felt about what they’d done together. It didn’t help at all that he had no idea why Kakashi had come on to him. Iruka wasn’t stupid, he knew he wasn’t unattractive, but he certainly wasn’t attractive enough to warrant the attention of someone like Kakashi. But Kakashi had also made it clear that he wouldn’t mind doing it again. He’d insinuated that he wanted to add Iruka to his list of casual lovers.

And Iruka definitely knew how he felt about that.

There was no way in hell he was going to be another one of Kakashi’s…[i]fuck buddies.[/i] It wasn’t like he had a problem with casual sex, in fact he himself had engaged in it as often as he could. The problem was Kakashi was just so [i]open[/i] about it, everyone in the village would know that Iruka was sitting at home waiting for Kakashi to come by and use him at his leisure.

And really, Iruka thought that my even be the root of the problem. Iruka knew of at least four other [i]shinobi[/i] that had sex with Kakashi at least occasionally and there were probably many more he didn’t know about. But those four were definitely more experienced than he was, Iruka thought they were more attractive than him, and they probably knew Kakashi’s likes and dislikes better, and if that was the case then that meant that Iruka would be Kakashi’s last resort for sex.

And Iruka had spent too damn much of his life not measuring up to other [i]shinobi[/i] to put himself into that situation willingly. He wouldn’t mind at all being a casual, occasional partner to Kakashi, even if he continued to see his other partners, as long as he was special; as long as there was something that only [i]he[/i] could give Kakashi. But the truth was, that just wasn’t the case, and Iruka felt he deserved more than that.

But the question was, did he even want to be something else, something more to Kakashi? Did he even know the man well enough to answer that question?

Not really. Sure, he was funny and generally kind, and his laid back personality was kind of endearing once you got used to it, not to mention he was a god in bed, but what was he like in a relationship? Would he even be capable of it? It might be a real impossibility for him to stay faithful, and there was no way to know if the [i]jounin[/i] could even connect enough emotionally to want to try.

But that was getting way ahead of himself, Iruka not only wasn’t sure if he himself wanted that, but there had been no indication from Kakashi that he would even be interested in Iruka that way. The man liked casual sex, and he could get it from just about anyone he wanted, why the hell would he give all that up for [i]Iruka?[/i]

The water finally began to cool while he stood lost in thought and he washed himself hurriedly, trying to get out before all the hot water ran out. He stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself in a towel. He walked out into his bedroom and dried himself and then pulled on a pair of loose cotton pajama pants.

He was too exhausted and emotionally drained to try and accomplish anything else tonight, he just wanted to sleep now. Despite the fact that he really hadn’t come to any sort of conclusion about the way he felt about a certain silver-haired [i]jounin[/i] he did feel like he’d made a decision.

He didn’t want to be just a casual fuck to the man, not when there were so many others, and he really didn’t want to be in a relationship with him either. Besides the fact that he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t be rejected right from the start, he didn’t think he would ever be able to fully trust Kakashi if they dated knowing how casual he was with sex now. So despite the fact that his libido protested vehemently, he was done with Kakashi.

The decision lifted a tiny burden off Iruka’s mind and it calmed his thoughts enough that he thought he could get some sleep. After turning off the lights, he slipped under the covers and tried to sleep, but his mind and body were still more restless than he thought, and sleep was illusive. After tossing and turning for almost an hour, sleep finally came. But when it did it was restless and filled with visions of silver hair, strong hands and a wicked mouth whispering words of passion and devotion.