Of Fox Grins and Mismatched Eyes

Of Fox Grins and Mismatched Eyes
A Collection of Kakashi x Naruto Shorts & Oneshots

By: ladygizarme
A/N: My final submission for the 2009 KakaNaru Kink Meme on lj:
http://community.livejournal.com/kakanaru/117692.html#cutid1
Prompt: Kakashi has an underwear fetish and Naruto seems to be missing a few pairs.
Warnings: slightly crackish, slight olfactory fetish, underwear fetish, sexual situation


Sharing is Caring but Stealing’s Just Weird


Naruto stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, quickly rubbing himself down before wrapping the towel around his waist and heading towards his bedroom to get dressed. Going to his dresser, he opened the top drawer, intent on getting some boxers. However, when he looked inside it was completely empty.

“Ehh?” he said to himself, sweeping his hand across the bottom of the empty drawer.

Just to be sure, he opened the drawer a little more and stuck his head in, groaning and rubbing the bump he got on his head when it didn’t quite fit in the shallow drawer. Nope, nothing. Just to be extra sure, he repeated the process with the rest of his drawers. The only drawer that had much of anything in it was his sock drawer—which was completely full of clean, bright white, neatly-folded socks. (He didn’t even wear socks—hence their pristine condition—and he didn’t know why Iruka-sensei kept getting them for him.)

Seeing as his drawers were empty, that must mean he needed to do laundry. Great. But first, he needed to figure out what to do for clothes…

Naruto went over to the hamper Sakura-chan had given him (after getting tired of complaining about Naruto simply leaving his dirty clothes all over the floor), and opened the lid. Surprisingly, it wasn’t actually overflowing with laundry, which made it a bit easier to search through the contents for a pair of boxers he might be able to re-wear. He found none, though. Not because all his dirty underwear was, well, dirty, but because there was no underwear in the hamper. None at all.

Just to be extra extra sure, he picked up the hamper and dumped it out on his floor. When every item of clothing had been spread out, he still came to the same conclusion. No underwear to be found. He thought suddenly of his pack that he had taken on his last mission, and dug it out of his closet to search it as well, but still came up empty handed.

Great. Now he needed to do laundry and buy new boxers. He’d just had to replace them three months ago, when a similar phenomenon occurred, so he knew he should have at least twelve pairs around here somewhere. Where the hell had they all gone?

Naruto considered for a moment wearing the boxers he’d taken off before his shower, but decided he might as well wash them with the rest of his laundry since they were his only pair left. He would just have to go commando, he decided, as he pulled out a pair of orange sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Then he gathered up his laundry into his laundry bag (which had oh-so-conveniently come with the hamper Sakura-chan gave him), and left his apartment.

He wasn’t actually too put out that he had to do laundry. In fact, he practically had a spring in his step as he walked the familiar path. This wouldn’t have been so just a year ago, when he had to take his clothes to the Laundromat a couple streets away—a place that always smelled a little funny and dirty, despite all the mixing scents of various detergents and whose machines often broke down or didn’t work properly. No, now he got to go to one of his favorite places in Konoha—his lover’s apartment.

He and Kakashi had been dating—well, no, not dating, exactly, but they’d been a couple for several months now. After a long time of both of them denying the attraction while they were still technically teacher-and-student, and Naruto continuing to deny it for a short time after he was given his own squad and Kakashi was asked to re-join ANBU, Kakashi had eventually broken their silent taboo and told Naruto flat out that he thought they should explore the attraction together. Naruto had called him a pervert and refused to take him seriously, despite Kakashi’s insistence.

Finally, though, Naruto had given in to Kakashi’s seemingly-innocent offer that he bring his laundry over rather than continue going to the Laundromat, as Kakashi had just recently gotten his own washer and dryer set. The offer turned out to be not-so-innocent, though, and Naruto had stormed out of Kakashi’s that night with a red face and a tingling sensation on his lips that, try as he might, he just couldn’t blame on the spicy food Kakashi had made. He hadn’t had a chance to eat it, after all, before his lips had been attacked by Kakashi’s.

The next day, when Naruto had gone back for the laundry he’d completely forgotten about the night before, he’d been shocked to find his clothes clean and folded, and Kakashi greeting him with a smile and a plate full of the food he hadn’t gotten to eat the night before. The fact that Kakashi was wearing nothing but a smile hidden beneath his mask and an apron hadn’t occurred to him until he was seated at the table, wolfing down the food, and Kakashi had turned around to get his own food from the kitchen. Well, one look at Kakashi’s delectable backside had suddenly put Naruto’s resolve into jeopardy, and after that it was only a very short matter of time before Kakashi’s attempts to accost his lips were met with much less resistance.

Though it was very quickly after that they started really fooling around, it was only four months ago that they actually started having sex (the idea of having that, there, had been rather daunting to Naruto for quite some time). About three months ago, though, Kakashi had been sent on an infiltration mission. He still wasn’t back. Naruto wasn’t exactly worried—infiltrations took time to be successful, after all (he kept repeating this to himself in increasing frequency with each passing day)—but he did miss him. Even before their relationship had changed to something more, he’d missed Kakashi when he went away on long missions—now it was just slightly worse because he missed their physical connection, as well.

So, that’s why Naruto was happy to have an excuse to go over to Kakashi’s now. If he spent all his time there, people (mostly Sakura-chan, baa-chan, or Iruka-sensei) got concerned about him. But if he had the excuse of needing to do his laundry, he could spend as much time as he wanted over there. Though an empty house, filled only with his lover’s things, hardly filled the void adequately, it was still a bit comforting to lay in Kakashi’s bed and try to catch the lingering traces of his lover’s scent. Sometimes, he would dig out Kakashi’s secret writing collection (Naruto still didn’t really care for Jiraiya’s books, but he’d found a stash of fanfiction that Kakashi had apparently written and quickly become engrossed in his lover’s written fantasies), read a bit in Kakashi’s bed, and masturbate when the combination of Kakashi’s scent and Kakashi’s erotica inevitably made the need arise.

Such was the basic plan today. Just thinking about what he was going to do once he got there made him grin a bit lasciviously, his cock twitching with impatience in his loose pants. Shifting the bag of laundry so his quickly-rising arousal would not be noticed by random pedestrians, Naruto quickened his pace as much as he could with said problem, and soon found himself outside Kakashi’s apartment. He let himself inside, and dropped his bag of laundry just beside the door. The wash could wait, he had more pressing issues, at the moment.

Making sure to lock the door and reset the traps he’d disabled in order to get in there, Naruto then hurried off to the bedroom. He was hard as a rock by now, making it a little uncomfortable to walk, and was tempted to just lean up against the nearest wall and stroke one out. The inside of his sweats rubbed against his cock, the teasing friction making him feel even more hasty, and he squeezed himself through the material, trying to be patient. Finally, he reached the end of the long hallway, and grabbed the handle of the door.

That was when he finally noticed the presence of someone else’s chakra in the room. There were slightly muffled sounds coming from in there, as well, now that he noticed. Was it a thief searching for valuables? They had to be pretty stupid to rob a ninja. Plans to catch the would-be thief flitted quickly through his mind, but just as he let go of his cock in order to make the sign for Kagebunshin, he recognized the chakra. Kakashi was back!

Naruto flung open the door, intent on grabbing his lover and pressing him against a wall to pull down his mask, kiss him thoroughly, and show him just how much he’d been missed. Before he could follow through with his new plan, though, he stopped short to instead gawk at the sight that greeted him beyond the open doorway.

There was Kakashi, laying on his bed, boxers pulled past his hips as his hand worked his erect manhood furiously. It wasn’t this that had caught Naruto off-guard, though. Sure, it wasn’t every day you walked in to find your extremely hot lover masturbating in his bed, right when you’d been planning to do that very thing—especially not when that lover had been gone for three months and hadn’t come by to tell you he was home yet—but it certainly wasn’t an unwelcome sight, either. The excitement lancing its way through Naruto’s body and making precum start to drip down the underside of his cock could surely attest to how not unwelcome it was. However, there was something just a little bit off about this situation.

Kakashi wasn’t just laying there masturbating. He was laying there masturbating, while wearing a pair of green boxers with what looked suspiciously like ramen bowls all over them. Admittedly, Naruto didn’t find that too weird, and at least he knew where one pair of his boxers was now. The thing he did find weird, however, was a little further north. Kakashi’s face was covered—but not by his usual mask. Instead, he had a pair of orange boxers with red swirls on them, pressed over his nose and mouth. Naruto could just make out the sound of Kakashi moaning his name from behind the fabric as his hand sped up, his closed eye squinted even tighter shut, his breathing became even more labored, and finally his back bowed slightly off the bed as he arched up into his hand.

As he watched Kakashi’s cum splatter the green boxers and the pale skin of Kakashi’s legs, Naruto realized that his own breathing had sped up and his hand had found its way into his sweatpants in order to squeeze and fondle himself at the strange but incredibly erotic sight. Realizing what he was doing and deciding there was no sense in stopping, Naruto sped up his hand as Kakashi lay there panting, trying to catch his breath despite the cloth still covering most of his face, hand still loosely wrapped around his diminishing erection.

The returned presence of his lover and the event he’d just witnessed had Naruto so turned on he knew he wasn’t going to last long. He didn’t really care to, seeing as his lover was here, in the flesh, and he’d much rather make use of his stamina with his lover than with his hand. His breathing sped up, each small gasp of air bringing with it the scent and slight taste of Kakashi’s cum that was now heavy in the room.

Little moans found their way into his staccato breaths, and apparently finally alerted Kakashi to his presence. As soon as Kakashi’s dark eye met his, Naruto came with a guttural groan, feeling some of his cum drip down his thighs as most of it soaked into his sweat pants. Leaning heavily against the doorjamb, Naruto struggled to regain his normal breathing while continuing to hold Kakashi’s intense gaze.

“When… did you… get back?” he panted softly.

“While you were training,” Kakashi answered, his words slightly muffled by the orange boxers—though it wasn’t much worse than the way his black mask usually muffled him.

Naruto lifted a brow at his odd lover. Kakashi seemed perfectly content to just lay there, staring at him while bright, orange boxers were so blaringly evident across his face. Slowly, Naruto walked over to the bed, kneeling onto it and crawling over to the man now laying spread-eagle in the middle of it. He lightly ran his fingers up Kakashi’s exposed skin—from ankle to knee, to thigh, ghosting fingertips over Kakashi’s spent cock that still lay out from the pulled down, stolen boxers, and on up, further still. Finally, Naruto’s fingers came to Kakashi’s neck, running almost ticklishly-light over his Adam’s apple before grasping the leg of the boxers and tugging them off, exposing his lover’s mouth. Bracing himself on the bed, Naruto leaned over and pressed his mouth sweetly but hungrily against Kakashi’s, at last saying a proper hello.

“Is that…when…you stole…my underwear?” Naruto asked when he pulled away, lips curving into an amused smirk as he held the article of clothing up, the leg hanging from his index finger.

Kakashi returned his smirk. “Actually, that pair I took before I left for my mission. They smelled like you. If I concentrate with my super-sensitive sense of smell, they still do.” His silver eyebrows waggled a little, making Naruto feel simultaneously annoyed and turned on (again).

“So what about the rest of my missing boxers? Are you to blame for those disappearing, too?”

“Hmm… it took so long to finally get you into bed, I thought I deserved a trophy for finally accomplishing it. Don’t you think…?”

Naruto blinked slowly at him and then his eyes went wide. “Are you saying… that you took a pair of my boxers for every time we had sex?!”

“Yep!” Kakashi answered with an irritating grin.

Naruto’s eyebrow began to tick at his carefree answer.

“Kakashi! That was all my underwear!”

“I know. You didn’t have enough pairs to cover every time, either,” Kakashi informed him with a sigh of lament.

“Baka! I had to buy all new boxers because of you, and you stole those, too!”

“Yeah, you finally have enough for me to complete my original collection,” Kakashi replied with an easy smile, his one, visible eye twinkling a little more mischievously than Naruto liked—or would admit to liking, at least.

“Well I’m not going to have to buy more just because my boyfriend has a weird underwear-collection fetish. Give them back,” the blond demanded.

“Hmmm… nope.”

Naruto’s eyes widened in shock. Clearly, he didn’t expect Kakashi to simply… refuse! He began to splutter indignantly, too suddenly frustrated with the silver haired man smiling below him to form actual, coherent thought. Taking pity on his younger lover, Kakashi interrupted the unintelligible, nonsensical utterances.

“Well…” he began placatingly. “You could… earn them back.”

Naruto looked at him curiously, though it still had an edge of suspicion to it—and, in his opinion, you couldn’t really blame him! “How’s that?” he asked, cocking a dubious brow.

Kakashi slid his arms up under Naruto’s, clasping them around his back and pulling him closer. “Hmm, I think you can figure out a way… you’re good at becoming brilliant in the spur of the moment.”

Kakashi’s easy grin had turned positively lewd now, and it had Naruto quickly aroused again. Adjusting his position over the older man, he ground down against him, more than happy to find Kakashi in the same state.

“I think I’m getting a few ideas already,” Naruto said hotly against Kakashi’s lips before kissing him hard.

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A month later, if one were to look in either Naruto’s or Kakashi’s underwear drawer, they would find an odd combination of strangely-colored and –designed boxers amongst sensible boxer-briefs of a slightly larger size. And, if that person were to glance over at the bed, they would find Naruto in the process of earning back his favorite pair of ramen-printed boxers from a writhing and moaning Kakashi.

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End

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