Pining

AN: You who find writing a review difficult, here's an idea; tell me if this story is too/not enough boring or sad, happy, syrupy, smutty, slow, fast, exciting, pedestrian, fresh, interesting, repetitive, cruel, etc.

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Hello: Yeah, I found couple... And to your question; read on :)
Amber: Thank you, I hope I won't disappoint you.

Edited by the awesome Demosthenes.

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The smell of rich, fresh-brewed coffee filled the apartment, and Iruka placed his green chuunin's vest on a kitchen chair. He took a white cup from the cupboard and poured hot, black, refreshing liquid into it. He added a hint of milk and sat around the kitchen table sipping his coffee. It was a bit painful to sit so he kept changing his weight from one cheek to another. He had been seeing Itachi for two months now. Well, if 'seeing' is the right word for it. They only met when it was convenient for Itachi, they spent a sweaty night together and in the morning Itachi would always leave too soon. Iruka had come to terms with the fact that he was having sex with a man, though he would not want anyone to know anything about it.

Lately Itachi had been rough. He hadn't been too gentle and loving after the first couple times, but recently he had been even less so. I'm going to have a long day at school today. If I can't sit in front of the kids without wincing, I'll have to stand and it'll hurt too. But I can't call a sick day over this now, can I? He would never forgive himself for it. Iruka drank his coffee and grabbed his briefcase. Okay. I can do this. he thought as he left left for work.

Iruka walked the same route as he had taken for years. He didn't have to pay attention to his surroundings anymore, his legs knew the way. This morning his pace was not as brisk as usual. It was a beautiful morning. Iruka rose his eyes from the road when he heard a familiar voice. For a minute he looked around to find where it came from. He froze in his steps as he found it.

Two men were talking to each other in front of an apartment. He recognized the bushy silver hair and lazy posture. Is that Kakashi and... Yamato? What are they doing together at this hour? Iruka wondered. Iruka's heart skipped a half beat and then started beating fast. It felt like it was trying to get out from his chest. His cheeks turned red and his eyes widened. Kakashi had pulled his mask down and was kissing Yamato. In the broad morning-light!

Iruka glanced around furtively. Did anyone else see it? How can they be kissing here, where anyone could see? Flustered Iruka turned his gaze back to the couple. Kakashi was gently petting Yamato's back and whispering something into his ear. Then he gave a gentle smile to the other man and turned to leave.

Just as Kakashi turned around his eyes met with Iruka's. Iruka stared straight into the jounin's only visible eye. Their eyes stayed locked for what felt like an eternity, then Iruka turned his head down. I can't believe this. Is... is Kakashi gay? Iruka forced his legs to move as the jounin walked to him.

"Good morning Iruka-san! On your way to work?" Kakashi said with a smile.

"Good morning Kakashi-san." Iruka staggered.

He tried to avoid Kakashi's eye and hide his own embarrassment. He didn't know how to react, he knew he had just seen something he wasn't supposed to see... or had he? After all they weren't exactly hiding it. But still, he didn't know what to say.

"You saw me kiss Yamato..." Kakashi said softly "Do you think it's gross?"

The previous night flashed vivid in Iruka's mind's eye. He could still feel Itachi's touches and kisses. The warmth of Itachi's body against his own.

"No, it's nothing like that. I-I just didn't know you were seeing Yamato." Iruka answered shaking his head cheeks burning.

"Well, I'm actually not together with him. I mean, we're not really dating..." Kakashi explained.

"Oh, I see." Iruka said, not really understanding.

Kakashi gave a soft smile to Iruka. Something turned inside him. Why is he telling me this? Iruka wondered. Is it okay to just sleep with someone without having a relationship? Is that what I'm having with Itachi? Is it really normal? And what makes me think they had just slept together? They could have just Kakashi was just about to say something when a figure approached them.

Iruka turned his gaze and saw Itachi standing only few meters away. Why is he here? Iruka did not know what to do. His cheeks were still flushed from the previous embarrassment, so he just stood there and stared at Itachi. The young man's face bore no expression. It was as emotionless as always. Iruka bit his lip knowing exactly how his own expressions were giving it all away.

"Hn. I have to get going." Kakashi said scratching the back of his head.

Iruka looked at Kakashi. His expression was unreadable, which was no wonder for the mask covered half of his face and the other half—except for his right eye— was covered by his hitai-ate. Suspicion sneaked into Iruka's mind. Did he notice something? Did he see there's something between me and Itachi?

"It was nice to see you, Iruka. Ja ne!" Kakashi smiled and waved his hand.

"Oh, see you Kakashi-san." Iruka answered and watched the jounin walk away.

Before Iruka knew it Itachi was right beside him. He looked down and said almost inaudibly, "I'll come to your place tonight."

Then he was gone. Iruka stood there alone. He shook his head. What a morning, he started walking towards the academy. Itachi seemed strange too. What was he doing there? It's not like he lives near by or anything. He walked past the Academy's gates. Okay. I have to concentrate on teaching now and just let it be.


Iruka put his now empty briefcase beside his chair. He sat down and turned around until he found a position where it did not hurt too much. Iruka loved this silence in the classroom before the children rushed in. Usually he had the time to gather his thoughts and get ready for the day's lessons. Today, however, he was a bit late and as he got himself settled on the chair the classroom was already filling with noise.

Since his first night with Itachi it had been hard for Iruka to look straight at Sasuke. Every time his eyes landed on the boy he felt a sting in his heart. Today Sasuke was even quieter than usual. Iruka did not feel admiring glances coming from the young Uchiha. No, he was getting glowers from him. The boy seemed upset, which really bothered Iruka.

During the last lesson Iruka was feeling truly guilty. He had been getting looks of ill intent from Sasuke for the whole day. I can't take this much longer. He walked to Sasuke's desk.

"Could you stay for a minute after the class?" it was more like an order than question.

Sasuke nodded and gave him spiteful glance. Oh my. I hope this isn't what I fear it is. Iruka thought. The rest of the lesson went fast. Iruka gave the students their homework just before the bell rang and the familiar chatter filled the classroom.

When everyone else had left Iruka leaned on his teacher's desk. He looked at the sulking Uchiha with a compassionate smile.

"What's wrong Sasuke-kun? You've been acting strange lately." Iruka asked.

The only answer Iruka got was an angry glower.

"You know you can talk to me. Has something happened?"

Sasuke looked up and stared straight into Iruka's eyes.

"Are you sleeping with my brother?" the words slashed at Iruka.

For a minute he did not know what to say. Sasuke's glare was burning holes into his soul.

"Why are you asking?" Iruka managed.

Sasuke kept staring at him. Then he lowered his gaze and stood up. On his way out he spat, "No reason. But if you are I'll never forgive you." Sasuke's voice carried a menace.

Iruka's heart was racing. His hand rose to cover his mouth. Oh my god! How did he know? he felt the panic rising. Did Itachi tell him? No that couldn't be it. Itachi would never... would he? But then, how could Sasuke have known? Iruka was feeling sick. I have to ask Itachi...


The rest of the day went like a dream. Like a bad dream with haunting illustrations of Sasuke knowing and telling people about him and Itachi. He was sitting around his kitchen table. The thoughts were all in a whirl, he couldn't make sense of them. Then the knock came from the door. Iruka opened it and gasped. Itachi's coal black eyes bore a hint of amusement. He stepped inside and drew Iruka into his arms. His lips pressed against Iruka's, seducing him into a heated kiss.

"Wait. I have to talk to you." Iruka breathed braking the kiss.

"Do we have to?" Itachi asked and nibbled Iruka's neck.

"Yes we do. It's about Sasuke." Iruka answered.

Itachi let go of him. He stepped back and stared at him with a stoic face.

"About Sasuke?"

"Yes." Iruka looked down.

They walked to his living room. Iruka sat down and motioned Itachi do the same, but he didn’t comply. Itachi merely stood there, expressionless, and Iruka drew a deep breath.

"Is there something going on between you and Sasuke?" he blurted.

"Why? Are you jealous?" Itachi asked without much emotion.

"No! I just thought because... Sasuke's been acting a bit weird lately. And I thought... maybe the two of you had a fight or something?" Iruka blushed and looked down to his hands.

"No, we didn't and I'm sure it's nothing." Itachi reassured.

"He asked me if I was sleeping with you." Iruka continued, lifting his gaze back to Itachi.

Iruka's statement appeared to wake Itachi's interest. He was quiet for a while.

"What did you tell him?" Itachi asked with a strange nuance in his voice

"Nothing." Iruka answered.

The silence landed between them. Iruka thought he saw something in Itachi's eyes, just for a moment, and then it was gone. Iruka turned his gaze away. I can't leave it like this.

"I was just wondering, why would he ask something like that..." Iruka continued.

"Oh, he might have seen me coming to your place... It's really nothing you should be worried about."

"Yeah... but still..." Iruka tried.

"I'll talk to him. I tell him that he must have misunderstood. After all, he's my otouto." Itachi said in a voice which said the conversation was over.

Itachi came to the couch and leaned over Iruka. He landed a soft kiss to his lips and started pulling his shirt off. Iruka wasn't in the mood anymore and he was still too sore from the last night.

"Please, don't." he whispered.

"Why not? Is it because what Sasuke said?" Itachi asked with amusement.

I had already put that aside before he mentioned it again. Shit.

"Hn, I'm still sore." Iruka blushed.

"I promise to be gentle." Itachi answered and continued his ministrations.

Itachi pulled Iruka's shirt off and moved to open his pants. He attacked Iruka's neck, sucking the place where his neck met his shoulder. Moving up along Iruka's jugular. Nibbing and sucking. Iruka's breathing grew shallow. Itachi released Iruka's growing hardness from its constrains, pumping it leisurely. Iruka was getting worked up. Hell, Itachi is so good at this.

Itachi's hand stroked Iruka's length, making him forget the pain in his rear. His bruising lips traveled down. They found his already hard nipple and brushed against it. Iruka raised his hand to his mouth, he bit the back of it to smother a moan. Itachi's tongue lapped at the sensitive nub, making it wet. Then the mouth retreated and Itachi blew it gently. The cold sensation made Iruka's nipple even harder. The sensitive nub made his chest move as the painfully cold breeze heightened his arousal.

"Ahh, Itachi..." Iruka wailed.

The warm mouth covered the pert nipple yet again. It sucked it and nibbed it. The afflictive ministration made Iruka wince. Itachi let Iruka's bruised and aching nipple alone and traveled down his taut stomach. He pulled Iruka's pants off and kissed his inner thighs. Iruka awaited the slippery warmth of Itachi's mouth to envelope his arousal, but it did not. Instead, Itachi pushed his legs up and together. The hot breath swept the curve of his rear as Itachi spread his buttocks.

"No, please. You said you'd be gentle!" Iruka pleaded.

"And I'll be. I'll have you screaming in no time." Itachi smirked and pushed his tongue out.

"Please, this is embarrassing." Iruka tried.

The slippery tongue licked Iruka's sore entrance. Oh, gods! This is so good. He is licking my... Oh, gods! Iruka could not think anymore as the wet tongue pressed against Iruka's orifice. It slid in, painfully slow.

"Oh, fuck! Ahh!" Iruka moaned.

The tongue pushed deeper inside Iruka. It was so smooth and slick. The hot breath against his rear, so naughty. The tongue pulled out. Iruka felt Itachi's lips press against his behind and kiss it. It sucked around, kissing and gently biting into Iruka's buttocks. Iruka could not help but moan. Then the tongue slipped again inside. Fucking him. Itachi's hand slipped up to Iruka's nipple. It pinched it and pulled it. The pain pushed his ecstatic sensations to the next level. The tightness in his stomach was telling him he was near.

Itachi sat up. He watched enraptured as his fingers pushed against Iruka's entrance. Two of them slipped in. Itachi let Iruka's legs open and shifted his gaze to meet the older mans. He licked his lips and pushed his fingers further in.

"You like this don't you?" Itachi's voice was raspy. "You like having me inside you. It feels good to have my fingers inside you, doesn't it?"

Iruka blushed violently. What is he saying? He was totally surprised by the way Itachi was acting.

"N-no." he whispered.

"I think it does. Or do you want me to stop?" Itachi teased.

"N-no." Iruka breathed.

"Then say it. Say that you're a naughty teacher and you want me to fuck you in the ass." Itachi continued.

Iruka's eyes flew open. What the hell is this? Iruka stared at Itachi with disbelieve. He can't be serious. Itachi's fingers moved inside Iruka, they found the tender nub and played with it. The pleasure made Iruka moan and whimper.

"Now say that you want it." Itachi demanded.

"N-no, p-please Itachi..." Iruka started and the flood of ecstatic tremors went through him again.

"Say it." Itachi pushed and rubbed Iruka's sweet spot again.

"I-I-I want it, please Itachi." Iruka moaned.

"That's it." Itachi smirked "Dirty little teacher. You want me to fuck you? Up in the ass? I think you do, don't you?"

Itachi's fingers stretched Iruka and rubbed the tender spot inside him.

"Say that you want me to fuck you." Itachi asked.

The torturing pleasure shook Iruka.

"Say it!"

"F-fuck me." Iruka whispered.

"Louder! Say it!" Itachi ordered.

"Fuck me. Please..." Iruka moaned.

"Yes. I will. I will fuck you. I will fuck your brains out." Itachi smirked "You're my whore."

Itachi pulled his fingers out. Quickly he lubed his shaft and positioned himself against Iruka's entrance. Without waiting for permission he pushed in. Iruka's eyes snapped open. He gasped for air as the pain shot through him.

"No! Stop! It hurts too much." Iruka cried.

Hot tears filled Iruka's eyes. He tried to push Itachi away. It hurt too much. He was tearing apart. Itachi pulled out and slammed inside him again, and again. He pushed in hard, quickening up his pace.

"Oh, fuck. Yes, Iruka you're so tight! So good." Itachi breathed and slammed in again.

Itachi turned a bit and took hold on Iruka's legs. He lifted them to his shoulders with a satisfied smirk in his face. Then he pulled out once more and rammed him with more force than before. Itachi's rigid, swollen member pushed deeper inside Iruka than ever before.

"Oh, I’ll fuck you! Yes! Now, scream for me!" Itachi smiled and thrust inside Iruka.

Itachi's shaft pushed against Iruka's prostate. It rubbed it hard and made Iruka forget his pain. The hot tears ran down his cheeks as his back arched. The pleasure was cresting.

"Ahh!" Iruka moaned.

"Yes. That's it. My little whore. Now you're mine, you remember it! Mine!" Itachi claimed.

What is he saying? Iruka tried to think as a hand took his arousal to stroke it. The pleasure was pushing him to the edge. He could not think anymore.

"Itachi, I'm... I'm..." Iruka wailed.

"Come with me Iruka." Itachi breathed between his teeth.

"Oh gods, yes!"

The tightness in Iruka's stomach let go with tremors like a volcanic eruption. His hot seed was released onto his stomach in thin, white laces. He could feel Itachi's cum pour inside of him, and the younger man collapsed over him. Their breathing was shallow and their sweaty bodies clung to each other.