Pining

AN: Review and let me know what you think about the story so far.


itasasuftw: That was my plan, glad you fell for it.
Anise: I think you're right. Itachi was 13 when he massacred his family. I myself picture them older, but I don't really want to say how old they are... Let the setting be about half a year or a year before the massacre and forget the fact that Iruka couldn't have taught Itachi... Itachi may be 13 or 17 and Iruka 18 or 22, which ever suits the reader best, I don't mind :) This is good critique, thank you, I should've been more careful. I forgot to say how nice it is to see you, its very pleasing to know someone who read my older fic(s) cares to read my new ones as well ^.^
Hello: Glad you liked it, and thanks for noticing the Iruka Itachi mix up.
Tiffany: Thank you. I'm glad you like it.

Bunch of thanks to Demosthenes for editing!

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"Oh no, it's not here..." Iruka slammed a drawer close and hurried to his living room.

"Not here either!" he tossed the magazines back to his coffee table and rummaged around the room.

"Aha, maybe..." he delved his hat shelf.

A satisfied smile brightened up Iruka's face as his fingers hit the hard cover of his teacher's calendar. I had the feeling that I'd just thrown it somewhere. He put the calendar into his briefcase and checked his watch. Oh no. I'm late. Without having the time to eat his breakfast Iruka grabbed his Chuunin vest and hurried out.

Iruka walked his way to the academy in a pace which could make a race-walker envious. This was the first day of school after the holidays and Iruka had made himself a moral imperative not to be late, especially on first days. He arrived at his classroom and hastened to sit down just in time to hear the bell ring. The corridors echoed with laughter and chatter. Young students stormed into Iruka's classroom in pairs or in small groups. Reluctantly they took their places and rooted their bags for books and pens.

Little by little the noise quieted down and Iruka started his lesson. Some of the students were dozing off, still not used to waking up so early. In the middle of the class Iruka suddenly remembered his encounters with Itachi and his eyes turned involuntarily to Sasuke. The boy was staring at him with dreamy eyes; Iruka could feel them undressing him. He forced his gaze back to the papers lying on his desk. Well at least one thing hasn't changed.

The lecture seemed to go on forever and Iruka let out a long sigh of relief as the bell rang again. Sasuke got immediately surrounded by admiring girls. Two of them especially eager, Sakura and Ino. The pink haired girl and the blond girl used to be best friends before they both fell for the Uchiha. It's so sad to see the girls throw away their friendship over a crush. Iruka thought and gathered his papers. Finally all the children had left the classroom.

Iruka took his late breakfast from his briefcase. He opened the sandwich wrappings and took a bite. They really look alike. The same raven hair and dark eyes. Iruka hadn't seen Itachi since the day when Itachi came to his apartment. Since the first time Iruka had... Well, the first time he had been with a man. Blood rushed to his cheeks turning them red. Since then Iruka had been having wet dreams about Itachi. About the sensual touches he had given him, the kisses... Iruka's pants were getting uncomfortable. A tingling sensation filled his stomach every time he thought about the young ANBU and a shy smile rose to his lips.

Oh shit. I can't be getting a hard-on at school! Now think something else, fast! Hmm... students. Yeah, students could be rushing in at any moment. And there are other teachers too... He took a large bite from his sandwich and inhaled few crumbs. A violent series of coughs followed. He had to press his lips tight to stop the breadcrumbs flowing all over the table while he searched for a paper napkin. Finally he found the napkin and got his mouth empty. Water was running from his eyes as he coughed the crumbs from his windpipe.

When the coughs abated Iruka tossed what was left of the sandwich into a bin. I have to stop thinking about him, I really do. It's not like he's going to come back and make me his, he got what he wanted already. Iruka felt a sting inside him. This was all new to him, but he craved for more. Sex with Itachi had been something unfathomable. Something he knew he had been missing even when he didn't know what it was. To feel another man inside him, on top of him. Yeah, he wanted more of it.

The bell rang and students rushed into the classroom. Iruka cleaned his desk hastily. When everyone was seated Iruka cleaned his throat and started his lecture. To his surprise the pink haired girl had put her hand up.

"Yes Sakura, what is it?" Iruka asked with a gentle voice.

"Hn, well, there's blood coming from your nose." the girl said shyly.

Iruka's hand came up automatically and his fingers touched the wet substance under his nose. He lifted his fingers and saw the red droplets staining them. He excused himself and hurried into a nearby toilet. As another drop of blood trickled from his nostril Iruka tore a piece of toilet paper and stopped it. He tilted his head back and pressed his upper-nose. The blood was running down his throat and tasted metallic in his mouth. It was hard to breath. I really have to stop thinking about him.

Iruka leaned back on his couch, lifting his feet on the table. What a day. Almost choking on my bread and then getting a nosebleed from thinking about him. Just great. Fortunately no one noticed anything. It's really weird how the world just keeps spinning and people lead their lives no matter how significant things happen to others. Everyone is so engrossed in their own lives, they don't see what's happening around them. It's like the world consists from billions of tiny universes that sometimes overlap or get crossed. Iruka lifted his hands behind his neck and closed his eyes. And sometimes they collide. Yeah, that's what it was a collision. And now we just continue our separate ways. There's no need to get so worked up over this. I'm acting like a school girl, waiting something miraculous. Wishing for a romance, a love bigger than life. Humph, am I pathetic or what?

Iruka opened his eyes slightly. It was already dark. I must've dozed. He stretched his hands and rose up. The usual evening routines didn't feel important at the moment and Iruka left the cleaning up for the next day. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, put on his pajama pants and slipped between the sheets. The night was chilly. Iruka shivered under the thin blanket, warming his muscles. It would be nice to have someone to share this cold bed with. People aren't meant to be alone.

A weight pressed the other side of the mattress and woke Iruka. His eyes snapped open and with a fast movement he grasped a kunai from his bedside table, ready to sink it into the intruder’s neck. Before he could recognize the intruder he had already got hold on Iruka's hands and pinned him back against the mattress. With the adrenalin raising his heartbeat and making him ready to fight, it took a few seconds for Iruka to take in the familiar features.

"Now, that's more like it. No more hiding, eh?" Itachi smirked.

Iruka relaxed and Itachi let go of his wrists. He put the kunai back on the table and turned to face the young ANBU.

"What are you doing here?" asked Iruka.

"Hn, I just came to see you. Thought you wouldn't mind."

"You could use the door like normal people. It's rude to sneak into other's apartment like that." Iruka scolded Itachi, trying to hide the delight from his voice.

"I didn't want to wake you... and it's late." Itachi answered.

"Well, yeah. But still, next time knock on the door, will you?"

"Okay. I will." Itachi was serious as always.

"Would you like some tea? I can make some." Iruka tried to get up but Itachi pushed him gently back down.

"No thank you." he whispered and leaned closer.

Itachi's lips brushed Iruka's cheek and continued to his ear.

"Did you miss me?" he whispered into Iruka's ear.

Iruka's heart sped up its rhythm. He could smell Itachi's scent, feel his warmth. The whispered words tickled his ear, rousing the exquisite sensation in his lower back, a sure sign of waking arousal. Itachi nibbled his earlobe and the only answer Iruka managed to give him was a soft whimper. His body was ready and eagerly urging him to act on his need.

Itachi's black hair felt soft and slippery under Iruka's touch as he untied them. They flopped over Itachi's eyes framing his delicate features. The great contrast between his pasty complexion and black hair made Itachi look ethereal. Iruka interwove his fingers into the ebony wisps pulling the younger man into a soft but passionate kiss. Itachi's lips parted and the proficient tongue slipped into Iruka's mouth giving him the satisfaction he had been hoping for.

Iruka's impatient fingers opened Itachi's trousers and pulled his shirt off, eager to feel skin against his own. Itachi lowered his head to kiss Iruka's neck. Iruka leaned his head left to give Itachi more access. He entwined his fingers into the young ANBU's hair and pulled him closer. The lips suckling the tender spots on Iruka's neck made him move his body seductively under the Uchiha. Bucking his hips up, brushing their lengths together to get more friction. Iruka's hands felt Itachi's muscular yet slender back, pulling him closer, wanting more contact.

"Hn, aren't we eager today." Itachi murmured.

A yelp escaped Iruka's lips as he was suddenly flipped over. Itachi pulled Iruka's pajama pants off and soon he felt Itachi's naked body press against his back. Soft lips pressed on his neck, parted and sucked it where his neck joined his back. His erection jolted and he couldn't help pressing tighter against the younger man.

"Ah!" the shivers traveled down Iruka's body.

Itachi's lips started their journey along Iruka's spine, every now and then making a detour to his sides. Sucking and gently biting the muscles on Iruka's shoulder blades, long muscles framing his spine, working his way down. He pulled Iruka's hips up and bit gently on his buttocks. Iruka felt the wet tongue travel again along his spine, going down and further down. Sliding between his cheeks.

"No, Itachi don't! Ahh! Don't do that!" Iruka pleaded.

His cheeks were burning red as he let his head fall down on shame. Itachi pulled his cheeks apart and the slick tongue found its target. It circled the tight entrance, licking it wet. Iruka held his breath taking in every second of it, savoring every sensation. He was ashamed, yes, but he was still fully enjoying it. The tongue pressed against the tightness and the tip slid in, parting the muscles with it. Then it wriggled almost sliding out before Itachi pushed more. It was agonizingly slow. Each time Iruka tried to push against it, tried to get it sink further in, Itachi pulled away.

The warmth of the teasing tongue was almost too much for Iruka. Finally he gave in and stopped trying to force it inside. He let Itachi do as he pleased and as soon as he relaxed the tongue pushed in.

"Oh gods!" Iruka moaned.

The wet tongue moved inside him. It was so erotic, so dirty and so good. Iruka had never felt anything like it before. The tongue pushed deeper and Itachi's hot breath around his entrance made it even better. Too soon the tongue retreated but before Iruka had the time to grunt two fingers thrust inside him. Filling him more than the tongue ever could. Iruka pushed against each thrust, his neglected cock slamming against his stomach. The fingers hit the tight bundle of pleasure-giving nerves and Iruka spasmed arching his back.

"Oh yes!" he cried.

A third finger joined the other two stretching Iruka even more. It felt uncomfortable, but the pain was nothing compared to the first time. Itachi, noticing his discomfort, took Iruka's shaft and stroke it leisurely. The well oiled fingers started moving. They wriggled around loosening the tight muscles. Iruka's arousal was dripping with precum. The pumping hand pushed him faster towards the edge of bliss than he wanted. Then the fingers began the thrusts. Pushing each time as deep as they could. Hitting Iruka's prostate, filling his senses with absolute pleasure.

"Oh gods, Itachi... I'm... I'm..." Iruka panted.

Itachi let go from Iruka's length and pulled his fingers out. Iruka breathed erratically, wanting and fearing at the same time. Then the cool, wet tip of Itachi's arousal pressed against his entrance. Iruka drew a deep breath, closed his eyes and prepared to take Itachi in. Itachi's warm hands petted his sides before taking their place on his hips.

"Try to relax, and breath." Itachi calmed Iruka.

Itachi's hardness pressed against Iruka's hole, it slowly gave in. Iruka gasped for air as Itachi's rock hard member obtruded in him. He felt so full, so filled, it was impossible to move. Iruka was so stretched it was like he was balancing on a thin string, keeping him on the side of pleasure, fearing to sway and fall into pain. Itachi steadied himself and waited. Iruka's muscles contracted.

"Ahh! Iruka, if you keep that up, I'm going to loose it." Itachi breathed.

Iruka fought the urge to push Itachi out, willing his body to relax. Little by little his muscles loosened and got used to the invading hardness. Itachi trembled in anticipation as he pulled himself out and slowly pushed back in. It didn't actually hurt but it wasn't pleasure either. Itachi found his rhythm. He bent over Iruka and wind his arms around him, pulling him closer. His hand found Iruka's erection.

Itachi stroking Iruka the same rhythm he was thrusting into him was carrying Iruka into completion. The easy pace let Itachi sway his hips making it easier for him to hit Iruka's prostate. Iruka moaned and pushed against Itachi's thrusts, picking up the pace, driving Itachi deeper into him. A storm of rapture washed over Iruka.

"Please, more... Ah, oh... Gods!" Iruka cried.

He was reaching his zenith. The white hot pleasure hit him, liquefying his entire being, releasing his cum on his stomach and sheets. It took few more thrusts for Itachi to reach his completion.

"Mn, Iruka!" he breathed huskily as he released his seed deep inside Iruka.

Iruka's legs gave up and he sank to the mattress. Sweaty and panting Itachi pulled himself out. He lay down beside Iruka pulling him into his arms. The sheets were sweaty and dirty but neither of them cared. Iruka's head was humming. It was nice to finally have someone in his life. Someone who could satisfy him the way no one had ever managed before.