Stratum Tales
folder
Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Kakashi/Iruka
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,276
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Kakashi/Iruka
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,276
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own, nor do I make any money from Naruto. The Naruto-verse and it’s characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
Appreciation (SGJ side-story)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humour / Romance
Status: COMPLETE. One-shot.
Characters: Iruka, Kakashi
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make any money from Naruto. All characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
Note: crack!side-story to ‘Shinobi Grape Juice’.
Summary: For weeks the shinobi and civilians of Konoha have been talking about it, whispers and catcalls following wherever he goes. You can’t blame a chuunin for being curious.
Shinobi Grape Juice
Kakashi x Iruka.
Kakashi was a voyeur in the greatest sense of the word. Irrefutable, debauched and proud - he called it Dolphin Watching.
-o-
Contorting himself for possibly the fifth time in several minutes, Iruka had to concede that they (superiors, comrades, students and civilians alike) were right. There was in fact nothing he could do or say to discredit them. It was all in the evidence, the hundreds of repetitive opinions, the blatant and unrepentant stares he had received over the course of a month.
He’d tried for a while to ignore them, to argue with them, to continue on with some semblance of normality. But, in the end his actions had proven futile. He had to face facts. He had to admit it, and more importantly, he could no longer lie to himself because the truth was simple.
He, Umino Iruka, indeed had a sweet ass.
It’s pertness was undeniable, and the mirror reflected this statement acutely. He turned again to take in each angle, hand ever so slowly smoothing over either mound in turn. It was, in the words of his astute lover, perfectly pound-able. A delicate feast of tight, firm and squeezable flesh just ready for the taking.
Oh hell. Iruka crooked his finger, it’s tip dipping into the cleft. If I wasn’t, well, me, I’d attempt some kind of public groping and possibly a few lurid words too. Was it really any wonder people kept staring and commenting? The thing was just there, edible in all its derrière glory.
Maybe… maybe instead of seeking revenge on those poorly deprived souls who could only watch his ass from a distance, he’d take a photograph and send it to each of them? At least that way they would have their own copy and wouldn’t need to involve his students in their quest to get closer? Of course, Kakashi would, in all likelihood, kill anyone found with such a picture, maybe even mangle the ones who’d simply heard about it. He was rather protective. But still…
Iruka bit his lip, watching sidelong in the mirror as his finger slipped deeper. Perhaps he’d just been too-
“…oh gods…” A whimper successfully brought an end to his inner musings (and outer exploits.)
Kakashi stood in the bathroom doorway, jounin vest unzipped, leg bindings half unravelled, an obvious tent in his pants. If his eyes were anything to go by, the confines were fast becoming uncomfortable.
“Hey,” Iruka blushed. Though, to be fair, he had been blushing the minute he stood before the mirror and began scrutinizing. Only now, the blush intensified and spread to his ears and down his neck. “Um…”
Iruka watched as the jounin stepped into the room and yanked his mask down in order to breathe, each lungful a little harsher then the last. It wasn’t a surprise really; he’d found over the last half-year that Kakashi was a voyeur, in the greatest sense of the word. He called it Dolphin Watching, and would watch Iruka do anything. Even laundry could turn the man on. Kakashi had probably suffered near heart failure upon walking in on him in front of the mirror.
“If you say ‘it’s not how it looks…’” the jounin murmured, bringing Iruka’s attention back to the matter at hand, “I am going to strap you down and perform wickedly sinful acts upon your person. Acts with which you will have no say…” Kakashi’s eye took on a sinister gleam. “Including page 53, paragraph 6.”
Iruka made an attempt to protest, huffing as he was soundly ignored.
“So, could you please continue this…” the jounin waved his hand about in a oblique manner, “…whatever it is your doing, in the bedroom where I can watch and preferably partake?”
“Minus the threat of a stethoscope, honey and paddle pop sticks?”
“Maybe…”
Iruka snorted. “Pervert.”
“Says the man fingering himself in front of a mirror.”
Kakashi had a point there, Iruka conceded. Not that he verbalized his defeat; it wouldn’t do to encourage the incorrigible. No, instead Iruka opted to watch as the older man stepped back and begun shrugging off his vest, continuing with the removal of his shirt.
“Also,” Kakashi glanced up, amused. “I’m revoking your right to any and all hentai accusations from now on, Iruka-pervert-sensei.”
“Hey now…!” Iruka’s mouth fell open. Initial response mechanisms were demanding he say the previously predicted, ‘it’s not how it looks’. That, however, wasn’t really an option, because it was how it looked. Oh, it had all started with idle curiosity, but the whole process had somehow plummeted quickly into a session of self-gratification. The ‘somehow’ being his very fine ass.
So, yes, it was how it looked. Even though it wasn’t.
He mentally shook himself back on track and pouted. “I was just admiring…” he whined.
“Yes, well…” Iruka watched as Kakashi shirked off his trousers, forgetting the bindings not completely unwrapped, and inevitably spending a rather ungraceful moment bouncing around. Gauzy strips and tangled pants caused the infallible copy-nin to stumble into a wall.
To Iruka’s amusement, Kakashi had never been one to linger on his own moments of inelegance. Especially when there was a naked, perfectly toned man standing patiently before him. So, politely ignoring the wall that had jumped out and attacked him, the jounin continued,
“…how about you continue in the bedroom, so I can admire it too.”
All too willing to comply, Iruka strode forward, passing his lover along the way to their bedroom. He paused momentarily and raked his nails over the man’s taut abdomen. Then, before any retaliation could be had, he covered the gap between bathroom and bed.
“You could worship it.” Iruka offered as he crawled across the mattress, ass wiggling oh-so-temptingly in the air.
“Oh sweet Kami-sama.” He heard rather than saw Kakashi’s hands clap together in prayer. “Thank you for this meal I am about to receive…”
Taking the opportunity to ask while he had it, Iruka chimed in. “How do you feel about photos?”
Kakashi paused. “Why…?”
“Well, I was thinking, with everything that’s been going on, it might be nice to send… everyone…” the sentence died as Iruka began to worry at his bottom lip.
The jounin behind him hadn’t moved any closer, and in fact he seemed to have taken a step away. Not to mention the aura of dread that had begun spreading throughout the room. Kakashi probably knew where he was going, being a genius and all. So, maybe… Iruka quickly came to the decision to ask Anko and Genma for their help later, before changing topics altogether. The less Kakashi knew, the safer his friends would be.
“You know…” Iruka called over his shoulder in a thick drawl. “If you wanted to bring the mirror in here, we could-”
Anything else he might have said was cut off as Kakashi suddenly pounced.
Over the sound of his own surprised yelp, and the following joyous laughter, Iruka heard the older nin’s childishly enamoured, “I love you Iruka-pervert-sensei!” Then he promptly forgot everything, as deft hands continued where his own had left off.
[end]
Genre: Humour / Romance
Status: COMPLETE. One-shot.
Characters: Iruka, Kakashi
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make any money from Naruto. All characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
Note: crack!side-story to ‘Shinobi Grape Juice’.
Summary: For weeks the shinobi and civilians of Konoha have been talking about it, whispers and catcalls following wherever he goes. You can’t blame a chuunin for being curious.
Kakashi x Iruka.
Kakashi was a voyeur in the greatest sense of the word. Irrefutable, debauched and proud - he called it Dolphin Watching.
-o-
Contorting himself for possibly the fifth time in several minutes, Iruka had to concede that they (superiors, comrades, students and civilians alike) were right. There was in fact nothing he could do or say to discredit them. It was all in the evidence, the hundreds of repetitive opinions, the blatant and unrepentant stares he had received over the course of a month.
He’d tried for a while to ignore them, to argue with them, to continue on with some semblance of normality. But, in the end his actions had proven futile. He had to face facts. He had to admit it, and more importantly, he could no longer lie to himself because the truth was simple.
He, Umino Iruka, indeed had a sweet ass.
It’s pertness was undeniable, and the mirror reflected this statement acutely. He turned again to take in each angle, hand ever so slowly smoothing over either mound in turn. It was, in the words of his astute lover, perfectly pound-able. A delicate feast of tight, firm and squeezable flesh just ready for the taking.
Oh hell. Iruka crooked his finger, it’s tip dipping into the cleft. If I wasn’t, well, me, I’d attempt some kind of public groping and possibly a few lurid words too. Was it really any wonder people kept staring and commenting? The thing was just there, edible in all its derrière glory.
Maybe… maybe instead of seeking revenge on those poorly deprived souls who could only watch his ass from a distance, he’d take a photograph and send it to each of them? At least that way they would have their own copy and wouldn’t need to involve his students in their quest to get closer? Of course, Kakashi would, in all likelihood, kill anyone found with such a picture, maybe even mangle the ones who’d simply heard about it. He was rather protective. But still…
Iruka bit his lip, watching sidelong in the mirror as his finger slipped deeper. Perhaps he’d just been too-
“…oh gods…” A whimper successfully brought an end to his inner musings (and outer exploits.)
Kakashi stood in the bathroom doorway, jounin vest unzipped, leg bindings half unravelled, an obvious tent in his pants. If his eyes were anything to go by, the confines were fast becoming uncomfortable.
“Hey,” Iruka blushed. Though, to be fair, he had been blushing the minute he stood before the mirror and began scrutinizing. Only now, the blush intensified and spread to his ears and down his neck. “Um…”
Iruka watched as the jounin stepped into the room and yanked his mask down in order to breathe, each lungful a little harsher then the last. It wasn’t a surprise really; he’d found over the last half-year that Kakashi was a voyeur, in the greatest sense of the word. He called it Dolphin Watching, and would watch Iruka do anything. Even laundry could turn the man on. Kakashi had probably suffered near heart failure upon walking in on him in front of the mirror.
“If you say ‘it’s not how it looks…’” the jounin murmured, bringing Iruka’s attention back to the matter at hand, “I am going to strap you down and perform wickedly sinful acts upon your person. Acts with which you will have no say…” Kakashi’s eye took on a sinister gleam. “Including page 53, paragraph 6.”
Iruka made an attempt to protest, huffing as he was soundly ignored.
“So, could you please continue this…” the jounin waved his hand about in a oblique manner, “…whatever it is your doing, in the bedroom where I can watch and preferably partake?”
“Minus the threat of a stethoscope, honey and paddle pop sticks?”
“Maybe…”
Iruka snorted. “Pervert.”
“Says the man fingering himself in front of a mirror.”
Kakashi had a point there, Iruka conceded. Not that he verbalized his defeat; it wouldn’t do to encourage the incorrigible. No, instead Iruka opted to watch as the older man stepped back and begun shrugging off his vest, continuing with the removal of his shirt.
“Also,” Kakashi glanced up, amused. “I’m revoking your right to any and all hentai accusations from now on, Iruka-pervert-sensei.”
“Hey now…!” Iruka’s mouth fell open. Initial response mechanisms were demanding he say the previously predicted, ‘it’s not how it looks’. That, however, wasn’t really an option, because it was how it looked. Oh, it had all started with idle curiosity, but the whole process had somehow plummeted quickly into a session of self-gratification. The ‘somehow’ being his very fine ass.
So, yes, it was how it looked. Even though it wasn’t.
He mentally shook himself back on track and pouted. “I was just admiring…” he whined.
“Yes, well…” Iruka watched as Kakashi shirked off his trousers, forgetting the bindings not completely unwrapped, and inevitably spending a rather ungraceful moment bouncing around. Gauzy strips and tangled pants caused the infallible copy-nin to stumble into a wall.
To Iruka’s amusement, Kakashi had never been one to linger on his own moments of inelegance. Especially when there was a naked, perfectly toned man standing patiently before him. So, politely ignoring the wall that had jumped out and attacked him, the jounin continued,
“…how about you continue in the bedroom, so I can admire it too.”
All too willing to comply, Iruka strode forward, passing his lover along the way to their bedroom. He paused momentarily and raked his nails over the man’s taut abdomen. Then, before any retaliation could be had, he covered the gap between bathroom and bed.
“You could worship it.” Iruka offered as he crawled across the mattress, ass wiggling oh-so-temptingly in the air.
“Oh sweet Kami-sama.” He heard rather than saw Kakashi’s hands clap together in prayer. “Thank you for this meal I am about to receive…”
Taking the opportunity to ask while he had it, Iruka chimed in. “How do you feel about photos?”
Kakashi paused. “Why…?”
“Well, I was thinking, with everything that’s been going on, it might be nice to send… everyone…” the sentence died as Iruka began to worry at his bottom lip.
The jounin behind him hadn’t moved any closer, and in fact he seemed to have taken a step away. Not to mention the aura of dread that had begun spreading throughout the room. Kakashi probably knew where he was going, being a genius and all. So, maybe… Iruka quickly came to the decision to ask Anko and Genma for their help later, before changing topics altogether. The less Kakashi knew, the safer his friends would be.
“You know…” Iruka called over his shoulder in a thick drawl. “If you wanted to bring the mirror in here, we could-”
Anything else he might have said was cut off as Kakashi suddenly pounced.
Over the sound of his own surprised yelp, and the following joyous laughter, Iruka heard the older nin’s childishly enamoured, “I love you Iruka-pervert-sensei!” Then he promptly forgot everything, as deft hands continued where his own had left off.
[end]