I Don't Think You Understand

I am not sure if the title is an actual word in Japanese, but I didn't feel like using the Japanized word a dictionary thought appropriate. Hopefully, it means "body language." I have taken one final! One down, two to go! To all other people also engrossed in the hell that is finals time, I wish you sincere, incredible amounts of luck or skill! To make up for my inability to post the other day, this chapter has...a few special features. Enjoy!

I do not own Naruto; however, I would really, really like it if Kishimoto-san had Sasuke and Naruto kiss again...in their older bodies.


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When it comes to communication, body language is infinitely more subtle than the spoken word. A quirked eyebrow can speak volumes more than a simple statement of confusion, much more than a single movement should be able to. When one knows the context of the conversation and has an accurate idea of how to read the signals a person is unconsciously giving off, that person has the advantage.

Oh shit, he thinks something’s wrong... “Nothing like what you’re thinking,” Kakashi said hastily, seeing the almost immediate relaxing of Iruka’s broad shoulders. “I just...crap, I don’t know how to say this.”

“Sometimes it helps if you just brainstorm it out,” Iruka said wryly, starting to dish up the food he had been preparing (oooh, stir fry, looks tasty...). “Get the rice pot, please?”

Kakashi leapt to obey, and they had dinner with light, casual conversation, but even the finest meal with the best company couldn’t last for long, and with a sense of impending doom (seriously, can I stop thinking in cliches now?), he settled his thoughts in his mind and his butt in a chair facing Iruka. He began to talk.

“I learned something new recently, and I don’t know if I can explain it. Can I demonstrate instead?”

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...I’ve always wanted to donate my body for studies...

Forcibly, Iruka quelled that thought before it could result in a nosebleed or something equally embarrassing. “Demonstrate? How do you mean?”

Kakashi shifted around, looking uncomfortable despite the embrace of the chair. “As in, you and I go and do this thing, and then you can tell me more about it after it’s done.”

This has interesting connotations... “Is it dangerous?” Iruka may have freely agreed that he was always willing to experiment with Kakashi, but he wasn’t going to do something that could seriously injure him. No matter how he pouts, or begs, or does things...ARGH!

“I don’t think so,” Kakashi said hesitantly. “It’s supposed to feel good, even.”

“Well, then, I don’t see any reason why--” Before Iruka could figure out what was going on, Kakashi’s lips were on his. Oh, it’s a sexual thing, good, good, I like this...

Alternating soft and hard pressure. Feathery brushes followed by intense pressing, a tongue swipe...Iruka opened his mouth, heedless of little else. Kakashi’s tongue swept in to tangle with Iruka’s, and Iruka allowed it, reaching blindly up to pull Kakashi down to him.

Oh, this is good, this is very very good... Kakashi’s lips on his, Kakashi’s body on his, warmth from contact...life is so good.

Kakashi straddled Iruka’s lap then, and to Iruka’s pleased shock, ground down. Breaking the kiss, Iruka threw his head back and moaned at the contact. He could hear and feel Kakashi’s breathing, fast and exciting, next to his ear, feel Kakashi’s erection pressing against his, Kakashi’s body heat warming the air around them so that it felt almost too warm...but it’s so cold when he moves away...

“Bedroom,” Kakashi said in his ear. His voice was husky enough to make Iruka shiver and then moan, as it caused his erection to rub against Kakashi’s.

Iruka managed a breathless laugh. “Then you’ll have to move first, Kashi-kun,” he replied breathily. “I don’t think I can support both our weights.”

Kakashi pouted a little. Damn those sexy lips... “But I’m comfortable.”

Iruka tried a pout of his own. “Didn’t you say you had something to show me?”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to move! Or rather...” Kakashi again ground his hips against Iruka’s, making them both groan. “I want to move like that.”

Looking up at the ceiling as his vision colored red from lusty enjoyment, Iruka took a deep breath and called upon the gods, his willpower, and whoever else would answer him in one simple prayer; Give me the strength...

Before he lost his courage and the desire to do stuff like this in a more comfortable location, he shoved Kakashi off of him. If his ass is hurt and he doesn’t kill me for this, I’ll kiss it better later...

“Bedroom?” Iruka inquired, trying to slow down his breathing.

A brief glare later, Kakashi grinned, nodded, and stood up without showing any visible evidence of pain. I’ll still kiss it better for him. “I’ll get you for that,” he said at last, removing his shirt.

Iruka carefully took his own shirt off, making sure to rehinge his jaw as he did so. “I hope so,” he said, with a grin he hoped looked sensual. “Now get into my bed, you.”
“Hey hey hey, I’m the sensei here,” Kakashi said, waggling a finger in Iruka’s face. I’m going to either bite that or suck on it... “I’m going to the bedroom. Follow.”

Deciding that in any other circumstances he would seriously dislike this pushy side of Kakashi, Iruka got up with a care to his still-very-much there arousal and followed his lover’s unintentionally (or is it intentional now? I sure as hell don’t have a clue...) swaying, pert ass into his bedroom.

The next passage of time didn’t come to Iruka as minutes, but as impressions. He remembered Kakashi slowly kissing his way down his chest, and knew he had reciprocated. Getting out of their pants had been an affair they would have found amusing at any other time, but the vindictive streak their zippers were currently displaying were enough to cause them both to issue death threats to all zipperkind.

Needless to say, after the most blistering threats of torture their sex-fogged brains could come up with, the zippers allowed themselves to detach from their other halves.

Soft caresses were something else he knew had happened in this strange land of timelessness. There had been some sucking and licking too, and if Iruka hadn’t known better, he would have sworn that Kakashi had used his Sharingan to duplicate someone’s particularly adept tongue swipes.

Iruka could have happily gone on in this state for quite a while, but then, something happened to make time come crashing down on him again.

“Kakashi, what are you doing?!”

Kakashi’s lips and a hand were absently kissing and kneading a hipbone, and Iruka didn’t have a problem with that. However, Kakashi’s other hand was currently doing a rather thorough inspection at his anus.

“Showing you,” came the absent answer, murmured against his skin.

“This is what you wanted to show me?” Iruka could not believe it. Where did he learn this, then?!

A hum against the skin of his inner thigh conveyed agreement. Not that I’m disagreeing with this either... “Tell me where you learned this,” Iruka said, trying to think through the strange, pleasurable sensation--that I haven’t felt for fucking years--

“The scroll told me how,” Kakashi said. Reaching over to his pants, he pulled out a small, flat packet of something, ripped it open, and squeezed some into his hand. “I wanted to try it with you.”

A little of Iruka’s desire drained away as Kakashi pressed one oil-slicked finger into his body, but some of it was also due to his confusion about the source of the information. Right now, I’m not sure if I want to kill whoever sent Kakashi these damn scrolls--

A touch against his prostate sent Iruka arching and moaning back into full arousal.

--or thank them until I can’t talk--

More fingers, more stretching, more discomfort, more tantalizing pleasure--

Then the fingers were gone--no, come back--

They were replaced by a hard, warm, blunt object. Oh, this is good, I want this--

Pressure, then pain as Kakashi pushed inside of Iruka--

pressurepleasurepain...

Soon, Kakashi was all the way in, and Iruka was fighting to master his breathing again.

Unionpleasurepressurefullpain...

Withdrawal. A feeling like rough softness scraping against him, inside him, leaving him feeling nice tingles, but the tingles couldn’t mask the emptiness--

Return. Staydon’tleavewantyoufuckmeneedyou... The slide of Kakashi’s chest on him contrasting wonderfully with Kakashi’s cock stroking inside him. No pain now, just increasing awareness of different textures, the sound of Kakashi’s breathing as he increased the pace of the thrusts, the white-hot jab of lightning up his spine every time Kakashi’s cock brushed his prostate, the feeling in his chest of Kakashi’s moans since they weren’t very audible...

Iruka’s legs wrapped around Kakashi’s hips in the vain hope of keeping Kakashi inside, but he didn’t do it with a real will to keep him inside and unmoving, because his thrusts back inside made Iruka arch his neck and keen softly at the bursts of sensations they caused, the taste of the sweat he licked off his lips, delighting in the fact that it tasted like Kakashi, because Kakashi was on him, in him, between his legs (where he belongs), thrusting in and out of him with force that was enough and not at the same time, driving Iruka higher as Kakashi drove deeper, wanting to become a part of Kakashi but one that could move exactly like this...

And once Iruka was set free from his bonds of pleasure, he called out in a rictus of pure happiness and bliss, already looking forward to the next time something like this could happen, because as great as it felt to climax, it felt even better to feel Kakashi climax inside of him, to hear his moans and calm his shaking.

As they drifted down from the high they had just achieved, Iruka, feeling sleepy and disinclined to let Kakashi move out of or off of him, had a single thought before he succombed to glowing slumber; I’ll be thanking that man or woman. Personally.

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I wrote a lemon. A real lemon.

...can I pass out from shock now? I'd really value feedback on that, since I've never really written a whole sex scene (at least, not where they're both fully enjoying themselves) out before, and I'm hoping I did it in a tasteful manner.

Now we know what Kakashi read in the scroll. If Kakashi were someone in the real world, I'd suspect him of having an insane amount of scientific curiosity...not that he only did it because he was curious, but he'll experiment with almost any new piece of information, in my opinion.

Is this the end? Nope, not yet. Stick with me until then, friends; I will do my best to fulfill the craziest expectations!