Another Perfect Wonder

Disclaimer: I am not rich, Japanese, a publishing house or a movie company. Naruto and its characters belong to Kishimoto Masashi.  Seven Samurai and the character Manzo as well as his suspicious nature belong to Akira Kurosawa, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann and the village of Giha belongs to Gainax and co-produced by Aniplex and Konami. The town of Kaibara belongs to Kubo Tite.

 

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Chapter 25

 

Kakashi looked at the chuunin. Umino Iruka. He’d forgotten who he was with. He was completely lost in the sensation of those warm caring hands chasing away those memories that he’d forgotten he was with Konoha’s moral and upstanding Iruka-sensei.

 

The man’s voice, the wet cotton fabric, and the completely soft unaffected lump behind it brought him back to reality. He supposed he should be grateful – a part of him was grateful. Most in that position would have greedily accepted what he was offering. 

 

It was more consideration than anyone else had ever shown him. 

 

He had his first drink and lost his virginity the night Obito’s name was carved into the memorial stone.  He and Rin got so drunk Sensei took them both home with him. He woke up to find Rin wriggling on top him. Even in his drunken stupor he couldn’t push the crying girl away for Obito’s sake.

 

The next morning Kushina noticed something had changed about the way Rin looked at him. She seemed upset when he withdrew his hand when she tried to hold it. Two days later he asked Kushina what did Rin mean when she told him not to worry she drank a preventative tea and used a contraceptive jutsu.

 

 For his sensei to be Jiriaya’s student he’d taught Kakashi nothing about alcohol, sex, or women. 

 

Once Kushina got all the details, she explained what exactly happened during what he called drunken fumblings and why it felt good when Rin was bouncing on top of him. She enlisted Tsunade to build his tolerance to alcohol and Yamanaka Hana to prepare him for kunoichi methods of seduction. 

 

Minato-sensei never did learn why Rin was no longer welcome in their house. 

 

The rest of his lovers followed a similar pattern; eagerly jumping into the bed of Konoha’s Copy Nin, assuming he only wanted sex only to get angry later when their encounters were short term and without meaning. His two year relationship with Aoba had not been much different but at least they started out and remained somewhat friends.

 

He and Iruka weren’t friends. They were acquaintances at best and now that Naruto was gone Kakashi wasn’t even sure if that title fit. They were colleagues on a mission and he almost screwed up that dynamic by giving into his insecurities. He knew that if Iruka would have taken him up on his offer to he would eventually lose respect for him.

 

But still he the magnificent Hatake Kakashi had just been rejected by a paper pushing chuunin. Granted it was one who was way sexier than a desk jockey had any right to be, but he was still lower ranking. There was only one thing he could do in this situation was to play it off as thought it had been part of his cover.

 

Kakashi slid his dead before it ever got off the ground erection against Iruka’s equally flaccid penis and smiled sadly with tears in his eyes. “It’s okay, Rui, I can understand if you don’t want me anymore.”

 

“You little devil!,” Before Kakashi could step back Iruka’s arms were around him, one hand possessively gripping his back while the fingers of the other made lazy circles in his wet hair.

 

The chuunin’s breathy whispers were hot in his ear, “You have no idea how bad I want you or the things I’m willing to subject myself to not to take advantage of you.  From the moment you removed that blanket I’ve had to imagine the Unholy Trio naked and in various compromising positions just so I wouldn’t lick you.”

 

Kakashi’s eyes widened and his stomach began to churn as Iruka continued, “It started with naked Utatane having a threesome with Mitakado and Danzou. When you asked me to touch you Gai, Chouza and Ibiki joined in.

 

“I want you and I want you to want me in return so much that I was willing to imagine Danzou in a garter belt bent over sucking Utatane’s saggy breast while Ibiki wore Tsunade’s high heels and fucked him. You don’t even want to know what Gai, Chouza, and Mitakado were doing.” 

 

“You’ve been through something horrible and I won’t abuse you. But know this, when our relationship gets physical it won’t be in a shower. You won’t be trembling from fear and I promise you will be just as greedy and desperate for my touch for all the right reasons.” 

 

Kakashi shivered when Iruka paused to suck gently on his earlobe and pulled him close enough to feel just what he had been suppressing.

 

“If you want to and only if you want to. When you feel you are ready, if you ever feel that you are ready, I will love you so good and give you so much pleasure that you will forget that you ever existed outside of my arms.” 

 

Iruka licked a trail from his ear along his jaw line before withdrawing and giving him a quick peck on the lips, “Until that day comes, can you please be a good boy and don’t tempt me so much? As it is I’m going to need several sessions of therapy and brain bleach to undo my earlier thoughts.”

 

Kakashi gasped and nodded.  He was glad his dick had only begun to reawaken. If he were fully aroused the press of Iruka’s hardness against him combined with his body heat and the chuunin’s sinful promise would have been enough to make him come.

 

He’d had several lovers make similar declarations but there was something in the way Iruka held him and was able to control to himself that made Kakashi believe he could and would prove his words several times over.

 

Kakashi didn’t trust himself to speak. Instead he snaked his arm from around Iruka’s back and turned the shower setting to cold water. Only one person had ever made him feel such an all consuming fire. She was a kunoichi from Grass that had smoldering eyes and quick laughter just like Iruka. 

 

It was a shame he had to kill her. 

 

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Shinsuke raced to the fortress ahead of Manzô. Arisa’s eyes were open but she didn’t seem to register anything they were saying to her.  It was as if she were trapped in a powerful genjutsu woven by a master.  Rui was half-ninja. He could have realized she was feeling out his lover and trapped her.

 

“Takamoto! Hurry something’s happened to Arisa!” the fortress wasn’t in sight yet but he knew if he would be heard if he started screaming.  The jounin may have acted indifferent, but he was very protective of his younger cousin.

 

“Why are you screaming and what is so wrong with her that you are willing to reveal a location that we are going through great lengths to keep hidden?”  a voice behind him calmly asked.

 

“Ryuu-sama,” Shinsuke whispered; he stilled not wanting to upset the blade poised at his neck.

 

“I know my name little fool. Why are you yelling?” she hissed now longer bothering to conceal the irritation in her voice.

 

“It’s Arisa.  We went to the cabin to check on the two strangers. Manzô wanted her to use her sensor abilities to make sure the man with Rui wasn’t the escaped prisoner.  He did something to her. She wet herself and hasn’t said a word sense,” he rapidly explained as Takamoto rushed past him having already retrieved Arisa from the much slower Manzô.

 

It took five minutes for the medical nin to declare her physically fine despite having the piss quite literally frightened out of her. Another twenty passed for Takamato to discern what she’d seen and begin what would be the first of many passes necessary to clean her psyche. 

 

 

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Arisa was a strong sensor. Her untrained abilities allowed her to see and feel what another was experiencing. It took great restraint for Takamoto not to kill the stupid little chuunin whose unfounded suspicions allowed his fourteen year old cousin to know what it felt like to be held down then have her anus and mouth forcibly penetrated.

 

After sixteen grueling hours spent wiping, rebuilding and sealing Arisa’s mind Takamoto transferred the horrific memories and raw sensations to Manzô. The forty year old wet his pants as well.

 

It amused Takamoto greatly as Manzô was not a little girl.

 

He was a fully grown homophobe desperate to prove he was truly a man. His father had left his mother for another male and his strength was not even on the same scale as his female siblings. Seeing the physical effects of his unwilling mental introduction to his prostate was still not enough to keep Takamoto from planting a boot in his ass and a kunai through his hand for not protecting the mind of his cousin.

 

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