I Don't Think You Understand
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
35
Views:
1,379
Reviews:
264
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Overheated
This is the last chapter I had posted before the strangeness of the disappearing chapters happened. I hope you all enjoy it as much as you did the first time around.
I do not own Naruto, but I wouldn't mind having the ability to draw doujinshi of him.
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Sleeping bags were nothing if not extremely efficient. You rolled it up, inserted something vaguely cushy inside it to represent your pillow, then carried it around whenever you went of a mission. After unrolling it and climbing inside, it would keep you warm for the duration of the night, no matter how cold. Many a shinobi relied on these devices for cold-weather and hot-weather missions alike because, no matter how people scoffed that the desert truly didn’t feel that cold after dark, a drop of what feels like thirty degrees to someone who’s been running all day in 100 plus degree weather is going to feel a little chilly as the sweat dries.
Sleeping bags, however, did have one extremely irritating flaw; no matter how cold you were once you climbed into one, you’d always wake up warmer than you wanted to be.
Dammit, did I forget to wash my sheets again? I only drag the ‘bag out when I forget...
No, he remembered resheeting his bed just that morning, after yet another one of those infuriating dreams. Waking up after an orgasm might feel great, but wet sheets are far from pleasant things...
So, then, if he had remembered to resheet his bed, and was thus lying in bed and not inside one of those infernal heat-holding pockets of cloth, why was he waking up so warm?
Something shifted on top of him, and Kakashi stilled, muscles tightening. I’m pretty sure that sleeping bags don’t shift on their own either...
He held still for a moment, then dared to move a little. No further movement ensued, but he became more aware of something tangled with his body
A sudden sigh and feeling of something on his groin, and Kakashi, like the highly-trained jounin that he was, shrieked, threw off his living blanket, and instantly moved to the most defensible location he could find.
“Mmm? ‘Kashi? Wha’tha hell...doin?”
Iruka?! “I’m...not at home,” he said slowly, trying to will his hands out of the claws they’d instinctively formed.
“Mmmf.” A brown shape lifted itself up from the mass of blankets and pillows and blinked blearily at him. “No, you’re here,” Iruka said plainly, knuckling one of his eyes.
A part of Kakashi collapsed into hysterics at how cute a just-woken-up Iruka was, but the rest of him was still on target. “Why am I...oh.”
Memories flooded back. Iruka, his confession, and....dammit, you stupid piece of meat, YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT AT TIMES LIKE THIS!
A tired chuckle floated his way. “Wow, seeing that almost makes me forgive you for waking me up like that. I was comfy.”
“Err, sorry?” Kakashi felt a blush creeping its way up his cheeks, and since he couldn’t exactly get the motivation to will his erection away, he decided to fight the blush, because that was undoubtedly an easier battle.
“I’ll forgive you this one, this time.” Iruka unwound himself from the blankets and after sitting up, stretched his arms above his head. Kakashi promptly forgot what he was doing and just stared.
Wow. We...did stuff. For another terrible second he thought he was about to wake up from one of those dreams, but then realized that it couldn’t be the case, since he couldn’t ever remember if any of the kisses or gentle bites he’d put on Iruka in those dreams left marks...
So, essentially, the proof that we actually did do stuff together is staring me in the face!
Early morning mental fog: zero. Kakashi: one.
“So, how long are you going to stare at me like that?” Iruka said, smiling faintly.
“Until I stop,” Kakashi said faintly. He thought, distantly, that he’d like a painting or a photograph of Iruka right as he was in that moment, because he looked...stunning.
I could get used to this sight... The blankets were hitched up to the darker man’s waist, hiding his pelvis from Kakashi, but the rest of the view more than made up for it. His lips were slightly swollen from the kisses Kakashi cheerfully remembered giving him, and his eyes were still half-closed from being awakened so suddenly.
The crowning glory had to be his hair. His hair is incredible. Parts of it were defying gravity, other parts framing his face in a manner that made Kakashi want to both cuddle up to him and do more of last night’s activities to him.
I think I know which one is winning...
“Out, you.” Iruka, during Kakashi’s ruminations about how good he looked, had somehow gotten out of bed, struggled into something that covered his lower half, and was now invading his personal space. “I’ve got to get ready for work.”
“No time for anything else?” Kakashi couldn’t believe those words had come out of his mouth, but there was no taking them back now.
“You did ask, so...” Iruka had a thoughtful expression on his face, and with a shiver, Kakashi remembered that same expression taking place right before...
Suddenly, the back of Kakashi’s head and the wall abruptly got to know each other a lot better, but the faint pain was banished by the absolutely astonishing feeling and sight of Iruka gently but firmly sucking his erection into his mouth.
I could definitely get used to this...
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We had sex. We had sex. Wehadsexwehadsexwehadsex...
Iruka was happy. Iruka was very happy. Iruka was so happy about finally having gotten to have a taste of the bliss that was Kakashi’s body that he didn’t even really care that his morning had started with a jounin screaming and throwing him nearly off of a bed.
Sure, they hadn’t actually had what society would think of as real sex, with one of them penetrating the other. It was far too soon for that, even if it was going to happen eventually, but Iruka knew that the friction of last night was more than enough to make him happy.
Until I can do it again...and again...and again...
Until he could, though, he’d have to control himself. He didn’t think it would be good for his record as a teacher if he showed up to school with a prominent erection.
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And there WILL be an update later tonight, if I have anything to say about it.
I do not own Naruto, but I wouldn't mind having the ability to draw doujinshi of him.
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Sleeping bags were nothing if not extremely efficient. You rolled it up, inserted something vaguely cushy inside it to represent your pillow, then carried it around whenever you went of a mission. After unrolling it and climbing inside, it would keep you warm for the duration of the night, no matter how cold. Many a shinobi relied on these devices for cold-weather and hot-weather missions alike because, no matter how people scoffed that the desert truly didn’t feel that cold after dark, a drop of what feels like thirty degrees to someone who’s been running all day in 100 plus degree weather is going to feel a little chilly as the sweat dries.
Sleeping bags, however, did have one extremely irritating flaw; no matter how cold you were once you climbed into one, you’d always wake up warmer than you wanted to be.
Dammit, did I forget to wash my sheets again? I only drag the ‘bag out when I forget...
No, he remembered resheeting his bed just that morning, after yet another one of those infuriating dreams. Waking up after an orgasm might feel great, but wet sheets are far from pleasant things...
So, then, if he had remembered to resheet his bed, and was thus lying in bed and not inside one of those infernal heat-holding pockets of cloth, why was he waking up so warm?
Something shifted on top of him, and Kakashi stilled, muscles tightening. I’m pretty sure that sleeping bags don’t shift on their own either...
He held still for a moment, then dared to move a little. No further movement ensued, but he became more aware of something tangled with his body
A sudden sigh and feeling of something on his groin, and Kakashi, like the highly-trained jounin that he was, shrieked, threw off his living blanket, and instantly moved to the most defensible location he could find.
“Mmm? ‘Kashi? Wha’tha hell...doin?”
Iruka?! “I’m...not at home,” he said slowly, trying to will his hands out of the claws they’d instinctively formed.
“Mmmf.” A brown shape lifted itself up from the mass of blankets and pillows and blinked blearily at him. “No, you’re here,” Iruka said plainly, knuckling one of his eyes.
A part of Kakashi collapsed into hysterics at how cute a just-woken-up Iruka was, but the rest of him was still on target. “Why am I...oh.”
Memories flooded back. Iruka, his confession, and....dammit, you stupid piece of meat, YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO DO THAT AT TIMES LIKE THIS!
A tired chuckle floated his way. “Wow, seeing that almost makes me forgive you for waking me up like that. I was comfy.”
“Err, sorry?” Kakashi felt a blush creeping its way up his cheeks, and since he couldn’t exactly get the motivation to will his erection away, he decided to fight the blush, because that was undoubtedly an easier battle.
“I’ll forgive you this one, this time.” Iruka unwound himself from the blankets and after sitting up, stretched his arms above his head. Kakashi promptly forgot what he was doing and just stared.
Wow. We...did stuff. For another terrible second he thought he was about to wake up from one of those dreams, but then realized that it couldn’t be the case, since he couldn’t ever remember if any of the kisses or gentle bites he’d put on Iruka in those dreams left marks...
So, essentially, the proof that we actually did do stuff together is staring me in the face!
Early morning mental fog: zero. Kakashi: one.
“So, how long are you going to stare at me like that?” Iruka said, smiling faintly.
“Until I stop,” Kakashi said faintly. He thought, distantly, that he’d like a painting or a photograph of Iruka right as he was in that moment, because he looked...stunning.
I could get used to this sight... The blankets were hitched up to the darker man’s waist, hiding his pelvis from Kakashi, but the rest of the view more than made up for it. His lips were slightly swollen from the kisses Kakashi cheerfully remembered giving him, and his eyes were still half-closed from being awakened so suddenly.
The crowning glory had to be his hair. His hair is incredible. Parts of it were defying gravity, other parts framing his face in a manner that made Kakashi want to both cuddle up to him and do more of last night’s activities to him.
I think I know which one is winning...
“Out, you.” Iruka, during Kakashi’s ruminations about how good he looked, had somehow gotten out of bed, struggled into something that covered his lower half, and was now invading his personal space. “I’ve got to get ready for work.”
“No time for anything else?” Kakashi couldn’t believe those words had come out of his mouth, but there was no taking them back now.
“You did ask, so...” Iruka had a thoughtful expression on his face, and with a shiver, Kakashi remembered that same expression taking place right before...
Suddenly, the back of Kakashi’s head and the wall abruptly got to know each other a lot better, but the faint pain was banished by the absolutely astonishing feeling and sight of Iruka gently but firmly sucking his erection into his mouth.
I could definitely get used to this...
***||***
We had sex. We had sex. Wehadsexwehadsexwehadsex...
Iruka was happy. Iruka was very happy. Iruka was so happy about finally having gotten to have a taste of the bliss that was Kakashi’s body that he didn’t even really care that his morning had started with a jounin screaming and throwing him nearly off of a bed.
Sure, they hadn’t actually had what society would think of as real sex, with one of them penetrating the other. It was far too soon for that, even if it was going to happen eventually, but Iruka knew that the friction of last night was more than enough to make him happy.
Until I can do it again...and again...and again...
Until he could, though, he’d have to control himself. He didn’t think it would be good for his record as a teacher if he showed up to school with a prominent erection.
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And there WILL be an update later tonight, if I have anything to say about it.