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A/C/N: Set long after Yondaime's death, Iruka is now the respectable loved sensei we all know. There are just some things that can't hold the famous Flash back from what he wants, apparently not even Death. Hope you all enjoy as much as the first. If you do then comment and I'll work on another chapters, keep it going as long as you guys read. If not, I suppose this will be it. Enjoy!

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It was actually raining in Konoha. Not only was it raining, but it was a frigid rain. A rain one may find a bit closer to snow country.

The sensei had been watching it, mesmerized by the simple beauty of rain drops sliding down the window, the beauty of them as they slanted toward the ground to promote growth, and just the way it dulled the colors to a soft hue. A sleepy hue. It had rained that day that Yondaime had taken him…in more ways than one.

“You know…thinking of me this often might prove hazardous to your health. Mine? We don’t have to worry about now do we Umino Iruka.”

Iruka felt the dark brown hairs on the nape of his neck stir, standing on end. It was impossible for that voice...his voice...to be here. He was going crazy. Those big brown surprised eyes closed as he took a deep breath to calm himself. The sensei was tired, it had been a long day and because of the rain. "It's one of those sleepy, fantasy filled days." He told himself.

“Well...I’ve become a fantasy now. How flattering.” The breath that voice came from brushed against the dark cheek of the sensei.

The school teacher shivered, tingles running up and down his spine with that breath that couldn’t be anything but real. The fourth Hokage’s sultry voice was indeed real. The breath was hot, moist, coming from an actual human body, not a ghost. Someone was playing a trick on him.

Iruka slowly turned as he opened his eyes; they narrowed when meeting a perfect copy of his Hokage. Who would know how much of an effect Yondaime had on him? “Naruto, I really don’t appreciate this.”

Yondaime smirked, “Wrong. Penalty, no going to the playground today.” His blue eyes flashed mischievously, “We’ll have to stay in.”

Iruka shivered again as that hot breath ghosted along his cheek, that familiar smirk all too perfect and so close. “Kakashi?”

The blonde man then laughed, “The famous copy-nin stooping so low by changing into his dead former sensei to get into a mere school teacher’s pants? I think not.” He purred, that famous jacket he was known to wear all the time was shrugged easily off his shoulders and placed across the nearby desk. The lean man took a step toward the teacher, boxing him in against the window.

Iruka felt the pane against his back, the sill felt smooth and cool against the palms of his hands and where his fingers curled around it. The memory of that last rainy day with this man flooded his mind, sending heat to his blood as it coursed faster and faster through his system. “Genma?”

Those blue eyes narrowed, “Don’t insult me.” Lightly tanned fingers deftly unzipped Iruka’s vest and divested the teacher of the bulky clothing, “Now that’s better.”

His breath hitched, those fingers feeling real enough. “Yon...Yondaime?” He squeaked.

“Awww…I was hoping you’d keep guessing until I had us completely stripped.” Yondaime pretended to pout as he closed the few inches between them, pressing his lean body against the blushing school teacher’s. “Now I’ll have to invest in foreplay.” He smirked as Iruka gulped and swallowed like a fish out of water. “Breathe, Iruka.”

The darker ninja did as he was told, the faint feeling going away a bit as he gasped for air. His shaky hands came up to press lightly against Yondaime’s chest, “But...you’re dead...”

The blonde ninja lowered his head to press a kiss to Iruka’s rabbitting pulse on the right side of his neck. “Let’s just say I got a few free days on good behavior.” He purred, as he pressed into the hands on his chest. Touch, he had missed touch the most.

Iruka heard a whimpering noise; it took him a few minutes to realize it had come from him. His hands slid up to Yondaime’s shoulders as he burrowed into his very first lover’s neck. He laughed in amusement, “They always said you were the best at everything you put your mind to. So why can’t you come back from the dead?”

The blonde man laughed as well, nuzzling into the soft brown tuft of hair the younger man always had pulled back to tight. “Precisely.” His hands found their way to Iruka’s narrow hips, gently brushing over the pants. “You’ve missed me.”

Iruka nodded even though the sentence had not been a question, but a statement. One that was so obvious it hurt. His mouth curled into a smirk, his childish behavior of past coming to the surface, he twined the ear tails around his fingers and gently pulled. “So many uses for these things.” He pulled again and lowered Yondaime’s mouth to his. That familiar heat curled in his belly as he tasted his first lover again, it had been so long, too long.

The former Hokage smiled against Iruka’s lips, only to moan as the boy was now a man and well versed in kissing. That tongue parted his lips slowly and darted in to tangle with his deftly. Yes, Iruka was no longer unskilled, nor small.

No matter how the boy had become a man, or how the man had so much experience under his belt, he was still Iruka. Umino Iruka that liked to have his hair played with, his lips kissed, and his hands clamped in his lovers as they both came. No matter that now the playful, unhindered boy had turned into the respectable school teacher man, Iruka still liked the sounds love making produced.

Even, normal breaths became harsh pants and moans as the clothes found their way to the floor. Iruka’s clunking with weapons; Yondaime’s soft and breezy with death and its carefree state. Hands caressed backs, stomachs, hips before settling for the finer things like the buttocks firm with muscle and the hard shaft of their cocks between them.

Iruka found himself splayed over his desk, the lube he had confiscated from one of his students was being well used on Yondaime’s fingers as they penetrated him. He cried out moving with each thrust of those digits, each one hitting that point within that shot pleasure through the whole ordeal. “Now...now!”

Yondaime shifted, lubing his cock quickly with his other hand expertly as his fingers still moved within the school teacher. Those fingers came out and were replaced smoothly by his throbbing cock. He sank into the boy that was now very much a man, moaning as he tilted his head back. His narrow hips pumped, gently slapping into Iruka’s darker ass, his slick hands gripping the tanned hips before him. He quickened the pace, knowing how to make Iruka moan with each pant that echoed his thrusts. The desk shifted with each jerk, scooting slowly over the wood floor. The former Hokage smiled and slipped one slick hand to the bobbing cock of his lover.

Rolling the head of Iruka’s cock between thumb and fingers made the teacher cry out. Pumping it opposite of the thrusts made him not moan with every pant, but breathily cry for more until the sensei could no longer form words. Yondaime leaned forward over Iruka, his free hand trailing down the muscled arm to interlace with the long dark fingers on the desk in a white-knuckled clench.

Iruka shivered as Yondaime whispered his name in his ear, his Hokage’s other hand coming to copy his other. “Nnnn...ah...ah!” He cried out as he came all over his desk. His muscles clenched, he shivered again at the long low moan that signaled Yondaime’s release.

They lay there, half on the desk for a while, Yondaime pressing Iruka into the smooth cool wood with his weight. The blonde shifted, making a low short moan sound from the lover beneath him. He smiled, blue eyes glittering with good sex and amusement as he kissed the back of Iruka’s neck. “I think a bed is in order...don’t you think?” He purred, nipping at Iruka’s earlobe.

Iruka smirked, opening his eyes halfway to peer around at his former Hokage.

Some things never changed, not even in death.