The Trick Is Not Minding
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
36
Views:
1,536
Reviews:
131
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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The following story is a work of fan fiction. The author does not own Naruto or its characters and is not making any money off of this work. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto-sama. I do, however own my original character Kuroshin Aoshi.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Iruka tapped his pencil on the desk and idly watched the seconds tick by on the clock, anxiously awaiting the end of his shift at the mission desk. What good is it having a half day of classes if I always spend the afternoon here? he grumped to himself, thinking of a thousand places he’d rather be at that moment.
It had been very late by the time they got back to the apartment the night before. They had spent a long time just holding each other in the garden, watching the sun set and the stars slowly appear, before wandering back inside, discussing ideas for the coming renovation. As a result, the teacher had given a pop quiz that morning to give himself time to grade the previous day’s assignments. Said quizzes were now all graded and neatly stacked in his bag and he was impatient to get home and find out how Kakashi’s meeting with the Hokage had gone.
“ . . .ruka, whatcha thinkin about?” a voice sing-songed into his consciousness.
“Packing boxes.” was the automatic reply, “I need to get more packing boxes on the way home.” The chuunin grabbed a pad of paper and frantically began making a list.
“What do you need boxes for?” another voice chimed in.
Without looking up, the teacher replied, “I want to be ready so we can move as soon as the house’s done.” His list-making was interrupted when he found himself surrounded by curious co-workers, all excitedly peppering him with questions.
“House, what house Iruka?”
“You’re moving?”
“We who, Iruka, have you been holding out on us?”
All of their questions went unanswered, however, as the hour hand on the clock finally clicked straight up, causing the chuunin to grab his bag and dash out the door, anxious to grab his boxes and get home to the copy-nin.
Shiranui Genma walked in to start his shift at the mission desk, only to be met with cries of “Hey Genma, come here, you know everything going on in the village.”
“What’s up guys?” he asked as he strolled over to join the group huddled around the mission desk.
“Why didn’t you tell us Iruka was buying a house . . . or about his girlfriend for that matter. It must be serious if they’re moving in together. Who is she? How long have they been dating?” The tokubetsu jounin rolled his eyes, he so did not want to talk about this. “Come on Genma, dish!” the group exhorted.
“I didn’t know he was moving,” the senbon sucker muttered, “We’re kinda on the outs right now. And the only person I know he’s been spending time with is Hatake.” he ended dejectedly before excusing himself and heading to the scroll room to lick his wounds.
Iruka awkwardly nudged open the apartment door, dropping the pile of boxes in his arms, watching them spill across the entryway. “I’m home!” he called out, “What did the Hokage have to say ‘kashi?”
The jounin stuck his head out of the kitchen, an apron over his uniform and a spoon in hand. “Dinner’s almost ready.” he announced, “Wash up and sit down and I’ll tell you while we eat.” With that he turned and disappeared, going back to finish his preparations.
Once they were seated the chuunin impatiently asked again, “So, ‘kashi, what did the Hokage say?”
“I’m going to be working in the tower, strategic planning and tactical assessment, maybe training some chuunin for the jounin exams. In any event, I’m off of active mission status for the time being.” he finished rather bitterly.
“‘kashi, why is that bad? You said yourself we have plenty of money. Now I won’t have to watch you leave on missions, not knowing if you’ll ever be coming back. Let someone else take the risks for once and just enjoy being here with me.” the teacher finished, leaning over the table to caress a pale cheek.
The copy-nin leaned into the hand, nuzzling the palm before laying a soft kiss in the center. “I would never want to worry you, ‘ruka, I just need time to get used to the idea.” His kisses moved higher, over the pulse point in the teacher’s wrist, where he left a sharp nip, then further up the arm, before surging forward and capturing full lips in a demanding kiss. Breaking away he whispered huskily, “I think you need to remind me about the perks of my new job.” Then he pulled the chuunin up and headed for the bedroom.
Iruka slowly began divesting the jounin of his clothes, peppering the newly exposed skin with kisses, licks and nips before taking Kakashi’s cock in his mouth, running his tongue around the head before swallowing it to the root, making the copy-nin cry out in surprise.
As he bobbed and sucked he slowly stretched his lover, preparing him for his own aching need. Deeming the jounin ready he lifted long legs over his shoulders and lined himself up with the copy-nin’s entrance, slowly pushing into the molten heat. He set a slow pace, content to stretch out this wonderful feeling for as long as possible.
The teacher was forced to change his mind, however, when strong legs wrapped around his waist and the copy-nin’s impatient hips began increasing the pace, setting a fast hard rhythm that soon had both men on the edge. Iruka wrapped his hand firmly around the jounin’s bobbing erection and matched the pace, slamming into his lover and striking his prostate head on, making him howl.
Kakashi held his breath, waiting for the ever-tightening coil inside him to break and send him spiraling into ecstacy. One, two, three more thrusts and he was flying over the edge, spraying hot come between them as he screamed the chuunin’s name, the tightening of the copy-nin’s passage pulling the teacher with him into orgasm.
“I think I’m gonna like this new job.” the jounin finally whispered when he regained the use of his voice. They laid there comfortably boneless for a time, before finally rising and going to clean up, returning to slide into bed and each other’s arms.
The teacher continued to stroke soft silver strands long after the copy-nin had succumbed to sleep, an idea tugging at his mind. He pondered the wisdom of what he was contemplating, turning it over and over and examining it from every angle, afraid of making a mistake and losing all he had come to cherish. Finally his mind gave in to his body’s demands and he drifted off to sleep, troubling thoughts fading away as he snuggled deeper into the warmth of his lover.
Iruka tapped his pencil on the desk and idly watched the seconds tick by on the clock, anxiously awaiting the end of his shift at the mission desk. What good is it having a half day of classes if I always spend the afternoon here? he grumped to himself, thinking of a thousand places he’d rather be at that moment.
It had been very late by the time they got back to the apartment the night before. They had spent a long time just holding each other in the garden, watching the sun set and the stars slowly appear, before wandering back inside, discussing ideas for the coming renovation. As a result, the teacher had given a pop quiz that morning to give himself time to grade the previous day’s assignments. Said quizzes were now all graded and neatly stacked in his bag and he was impatient to get home and find out how Kakashi’s meeting with the Hokage had gone.
“ . . .ruka, whatcha thinkin about?” a voice sing-songed into his consciousness.
“Packing boxes.” was the automatic reply, “I need to get more packing boxes on the way home.” The chuunin grabbed a pad of paper and frantically began making a list.
“What do you need boxes for?” another voice chimed in.
Without looking up, the teacher replied, “I want to be ready so we can move as soon as the house’s done.” His list-making was interrupted when he found himself surrounded by curious co-workers, all excitedly peppering him with questions.
“House, what house Iruka?”
“You’re moving?”
“We who, Iruka, have you been holding out on us?”
All of their questions went unanswered, however, as the hour hand on the clock finally clicked straight up, causing the chuunin to grab his bag and dash out the door, anxious to grab his boxes and get home to the copy-nin.
Shiranui Genma walked in to start his shift at the mission desk, only to be met with cries of “Hey Genma, come here, you know everything going on in the village.”
“What’s up guys?” he asked as he strolled over to join the group huddled around the mission desk.
“Why didn’t you tell us Iruka was buying a house . . . or about his girlfriend for that matter. It must be serious if they’re moving in together. Who is she? How long have they been dating?” The tokubetsu jounin rolled his eyes, he so did not want to talk about this. “Come on Genma, dish!” the group exhorted.
“I didn’t know he was moving,” the senbon sucker muttered, “We’re kinda on the outs right now. And the only person I know he’s been spending time with is Hatake.” he ended dejectedly before excusing himself and heading to the scroll room to lick his wounds.
Iruka awkwardly nudged open the apartment door, dropping the pile of boxes in his arms, watching them spill across the entryway. “I’m home!” he called out, “What did the Hokage have to say ‘kashi?”
The jounin stuck his head out of the kitchen, an apron over his uniform and a spoon in hand. “Dinner’s almost ready.” he announced, “Wash up and sit down and I’ll tell you while we eat.” With that he turned and disappeared, going back to finish his preparations.
Once they were seated the chuunin impatiently asked again, “So, ‘kashi, what did the Hokage say?”
“I’m going to be working in the tower, strategic planning and tactical assessment, maybe training some chuunin for the jounin exams. In any event, I’m off of active mission status for the time being.” he finished rather bitterly.
“‘kashi, why is that bad? You said yourself we have plenty of money. Now I won’t have to watch you leave on missions, not knowing if you’ll ever be coming back. Let someone else take the risks for once and just enjoy being here with me.” the teacher finished, leaning over the table to caress a pale cheek.
The copy-nin leaned into the hand, nuzzling the palm before laying a soft kiss in the center. “I would never want to worry you, ‘ruka, I just need time to get used to the idea.” His kisses moved higher, over the pulse point in the teacher’s wrist, where he left a sharp nip, then further up the arm, before surging forward and capturing full lips in a demanding kiss. Breaking away he whispered huskily, “I think you need to remind me about the perks of my new job.” Then he pulled the chuunin up and headed for the bedroom.
Iruka slowly began divesting the jounin of his clothes, peppering the newly exposed skin with kisses, licks and nips before taking Kakashi’s cock in his mouth, running his tongue around the head before swallowing it to the root, making the copy-nin cry out in surprise.
As he bobbed and sucked he slowly stretched his lover, preparing him for his own aching need. Deeming the jounin ready he lifted long legs over his shoulders and lined himself up with the copy-nin’s entrance, slowly pushing into the molten heat. He set a slow pace, content to stretch out this wonderful feeling for as long as possible.
The teacher was forced to change his mind, however, when strong legs wrapped around his waist and the copy-nin’s impatient hips began increasing the pace, setting a fast hard rhythm that soon had both men on the edge. Iruka wrapped his hand firmly around the jounin’s bobbing erection and matched the pace, slamming into his lover and striking his prostate head on, making him howl.
Kakashi held his breath, waiting for the ever-tightening coil inside him to break and send him spiraling into ecstacy. One, two, three more thrusts and he was flying over the edge, spraying hot come between them as he screamed the chuunin’s name, the tightening of the copy-nin’s passage pulling the teacher with him into orgasm.
“I think I’m gonna like this new job.” the jounin finally whispered when he regained the use of his voice. They laid there comfortably boneless for a time, before finally rising and going to clean up, returning to slide into bed and each other’s arms.
The teacher continued to stroke soft silver strands long after the copy-nin had succumbed to sleep, an idea tugging at his mind. He pondered the wisdom of what he was contemplating, turning it over and over and examining it from every angle, afraid of making a mistake and losing all he had come to cherish. Finally his mind gave in to his body’s demands and he drifted off to sleep, troubling thoughts fading away as he snuggled deeper into the warmth of his lover.