I Don't Think You Understand

Continuing to repost...::sigh:: To quote Shikamaru; "how troublesome." Good thing I have these things saved.

Once again, I don't own Naruto, but after a while of reading the more recent manga, I felt the need for a cold shower after looking at him.


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Vacation, noun. Meaning to take a break, do something restful, escape problems for an all-too-brief time. Often in taking such a break, upon returning, one feels as though they need another vacation to recover from the first one. The speed in which one takes in relaxation is often rather counterproductive to recharging one’s energy.

Despite all the logic Kakashi brought to bear, Hokage-sama herself had ordered him to rest. Ordered. Not requested.

He couldn’t understand, for the life of him, why he needed a vacation when he wasn’t really doing anything in the first place, but maybe she’d noticed him training a lot or something. I could probably do with a mission or two right about now anyway...

He paused and reevaluated his last thought. ...no, I don’t think I could go on a mission right now. I’m distracted, but I could probably do what I had to, but it wouldn’t be a good idea if I walk in there thinking about my love life--or lack of--when I’m supposed to be chasing down missing-nin, or coralling bandits, or chasing down the creator of those fucked-up methods Akatsuki uses for--

“Ah, my rival! I finally see you outside the loving embrace of the fresh-faced Iruka-kun!”

...or when I’m trying to decide what in hell I’m supposed to be doing about him... “Gai,” he said simply. “What are you going on about now?”
“I know you are not resting as our esteemed Hokage-sama has ordered you to.”

Kakashi sighed. Confused about him or no, he’s still my friend, trying to look out for me in his strange, spandex-clad overtrained way... “I can’t think of what to do,” he said simply. “I haven’t had a vacation in years. I kind of just relax whenever the urge hits me.”

“Why not go to the hot springs?” Gai suggested. “A good long soak is ideal for muscles and good for one’s health, coupled with a healthy diet and a proper amount of sleep.”

Kakashi rolled that idea around in his brain...and couldn’t find it lacking. Gai’s on to something here... “I think I’ll take you up on that idea, Gai,” he said. “Thank you. That’s very helpful.”

“Will we spar later this week as a reward?”

Trust Gai to think that getting his ass handed to him counts as a reward for good advice... “Sure, sure, why not? I think I’ll go gather my bathing stuff. Later, and thanks again.” With a lazy wave, he headed off to his place.

Ninja were used to being dirty. After missions, during training, on missions--often there were few opportunities to get clean. Some of the kits carried on those jobs included herbs for covering the scent of an unwashed bloody body for when being detected would be fatal, but they were no substitute for running water and soap.

It might be more appropriate to say that ninja may have been some of the world’s biggest kids when it came to being dirty, but they were also the most obsessive people about cleanliness that could be imagined, cleaning up with an efficiency that the most thorough medico-nin would envy.

Baths were not just a popular pasttime in Konoha; in some areas, they were practically centers of worship.

After a brief stop at his home to gather some soaps, a clean outfit and a comb, Kakashi was off to a private hot spring. He paid his way in, stepped into the bathroom, and efficiently bathed himself before he made his way out to the actual hot spring. Like any gunk on me is going to stay on after I get boiled for a while...but eh, I don’t have a desire to get booted out of here just because I temporarily soiled their main attraction...

Kakashi wasn’t stupid; he’d read in his Icha books that people had sex in hot springs all the time, but you didn’t find them getting ousted for dirtying the water...but then again, they aren’t based in reality. I’ll have to ask about that later from...someone.

While he soaked, he decided to think of some other sources of information pertaining to the tricky issue of intimacy. The Icha books tended to provide what he felt he needed to know about some of the finer points of what he’d badly like to do to Iruka (except that whole licking thing; that just sounds really weird. I’m not a dog, I don’t need to overdose on salt...)

He made a note to question his nin-dogs about why dogs liked salt and loved to lick people later, but for now, the hot spring was ahead of him.

It looked stunning. The steam smelled like minerals and fresh water, easily coming through his mask. He inhaled again, appreciatively, and looked around in pleasure at the plants surrounding the misting spring. Ah, the illusion of privacy. How precious.

With no further ado, he shed his towel, stretched himself a little, then walked into the water slowly with a care to how hot it was. Going in too fast would be a great way to get a sunburn without benefit of sun.

Each step made his muscles hum a little as they relaxed even as they moved him deeper in. Deeper still. Finally, he was in to just below his chest, and with a sigh, he leaned his arms back on the ledge and basked in the warmth, closing his eye in the process.

Indeed, I really must thank Gai for suggesting this...

A small shuffling had him lazily opening his eye to peek at the source of the disturbance, but the steam was obscuring his vision so much that nothing was really distinct; just a faint shape of brown. He closed his eye again. Probably a squirrel. They wander around every now and then. Why a squirrel would want to take a soak in a hot spring was a debate for another day, but he figured that they might like it as much as any other creature.

At least this is the wrong country for bears; I don’t think I’d like to share space in here with a bear...

How was he thinking about bears at a time like this? Thinking about animals that could quite possibly hurt or kill him wasn’t very restful. Then again, did people generally think of squirrels when they relaxed? Were squirrels relaxing?

...is there something in this water? These are some very strange thoughts...

Then again, he hadn’t really had what he considered to be normal thoughts ever since he had discovered an interest in Iruka, so who was he to talk about strange thoughts?
Mmmm, Iruka. I wish Iruka were here with me...

There are times when he blessed the Sharingan eye. It took a great deal of energy to use, but while it was being used, he remembered everything he saw with it, in exquisite detail. He could remember the way the water slid down a window after a rain, the smile on Naruto’s face after a good training session, the city of Konoha at night, with its lights sparkling gently at the stars above...

...but at the moment he hated it, because it was giving him a mental image of Iruka naked. In precise, excrutiatingly vivid color.

Strong, upright body...broad shoulders with thin scars along them, proudly straight neck...

His hand slid down.

Chest that rippled as he dashed around preparing for the day, nipples slightly darker than his skin, taut abdomen...

His hand found what it was searching for.

His penis moving as he moved, sizeable but not overly large, thighs he could envision either snapping a person’s neck or holding him securely around the waist...

Swirl with the hand, pump, slide around the head...

Calves so solid he could bounce blunt kunai off them...a pert ass to match...

His back arched as he gasped, his hand finding a really sensitive spot.

Iruka’s tongue curling around mine, his body against me, hands sliding down and gripping my ass to grind...

He started panting, feeling for a second that Iruka actually was there, doing these things to him.

Circling hips, teasing mouth, dark eyes hazy with lust...

He gasped as he came, moaning along with every pant as he emptied himself into the water. He sagged back into the water, catching his breath, making sure he remembered everything that had happened in his mind because he knew he’d want to repeat some of it later.

A shuffling from behind him made him swing his head around lazily. Two men were standing there. One was wrapped in a towel, presumably the next one to use the spring. The second wore the hospitality yukata and was looking very angry.

Kakashi realized one thing at that point; the Icha books were horribly, horribly wrong about people not getting thrown out of hot springs after enjoying some sex.

Before either the patron or the employee could react, Kakashi threw down a smoke tag, scribbled a quick note (to leave) that said “you saw nothing!” and teleported out of there.

Glad I escaped that one...but now I won’t be able to visit hot springs for a while...

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Finals are upon me. Onward and upward!