Everyone's Got Secrets

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Chapter 9:

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“Er…why don’t you boys—er, guys—go on home? It’s late… and I can help Kakashi-sensei clean up out here since he was so gracious to host us.”

Iruka’s voice was a little jittery at the awkward silence that had
crept over them once the fireworks had ended, and Kakashi’s mouth
slipped into a lewd grin as he watched. He wanted to cluck his
tongue—hadn’t Iruka said they shouldn’t meddle?

That was a set-up if he’d ever heard one.

“Arigatou, Iruka-sensei! Kakashi-sensei!” Naruto grinned back at them, scurrying to the edge of the roof. “Ja matane!”

Kakashi grinned wider—Naruto sure couldn’t get away fast enough. How
adorably eager of him. Kakashi looked at the last of them, Uchiha
Sasuke. He was practically trembling from both anxiety and excitement.

“Arigatou,” was all he said, exchanging a long look with Iruka, and
then meeting his eye for another long moment. It made Kakashi want to
go pat him on the back—he looked like he could use a pep talk. But he
knew Sasuke well; this student would complete his “mission” no matter
what it took. Sasuke turned and followed Naruto over the side.

Iruka stood still on the roof tiles, eyebrows drawn into the center
of his forehead, watching where the students had disappeared and
fretting. Kakashi waited for the student’s presence to descend to
street level, and then sneaked to the low edge of the roof, crouching
down. Below, he could see Sasuke and Naruto walking away down the
street, far enough apart for it to look suspicious. He chuckled in
amusement.

“What? What’s happening?” Iruka whispered, rushing down the tiles
and crouching quietly next to him. He peered over the side, still
clutching Naruto’s used sparklers.

Kakashi chuckled again, teasing the Chuunin, “Maaa, the little chicks have left the nest…”

Iruka swatted at him, “It’s not funny, Kakashi!”

“Oh, but it is!” Kakashi laughed, holding up a hand to protect
himself. “Anyways, it’s up to them now. I think they’ll be okay.”

“Yeah…” Iruka was only half listening, still watching their tiny forms as they walked farther and farther away.

Kakashi smiled, rather touched by his lover’s concern for their
students, even though there was nothing to worry about. It was
something he loved about Iruka, even when it was maddening—he truly
cared about and looked after others. He was one of the least selfish
shinobi in the whole village of Konoha. Kakashi stood up.

“Then again,” he said, pausing so that Iruka would look up at him, “Maybe this calls for a… teacher’s conference.” He made sure Iruka knew what he really meant.

Iruka bit his bottom lip, and then smiled, his lips curving upward
in mischief. “That sounds like a good idea, Kakashi-sensei. Students
like those two certainly require some collaboration, from their sensei.”

Wasting no time, Kakashi quickly flipped himself over the ledge,
landing in front of his door. He opened it and went inside, flicking on
the light switch just as Iruka landed in the doorway. He moved into the
room and out of the way, and Iruka firmly closed the door and leaned
back into it with a sigh of relief.

Kakashi’s heart began to thud; they were finally alone!

In two steps he’d closed the distance, sinking his gloved hands into
Iruka’s thick brown hair while the Chuunin scrambled with shaking
fingers to pull his mask down. He leaned forward, pinning Iruka against
the door as they were finally allowed to taste each other after nearly
two whole days of sexual starvation.

Iruka’s hands held his head firmly, pulling him as close as possible
and reaching his long tongue deep into his mouth. Kakashi moaned,
sliding a hand down Iruka’s back and grabbing onto his round buttocks. God he loved this teacher.

“Mmmm,” Iruka moaned urgently, thrusting his hips forward and trying to push away from the door.

Kakashi groaned, moving his other hand down to join the first,
squeezing and fitting their hips together. Iruka reached frantic hands
behind him to untie his Obi, and suddenly let out a yelp. Kakashi
pulled back from Iruka’s lips, panting, and searched his face to see
what was wrong.

Iruka grimaced, bringing his hand around to show them both a bleeding index finger. “That hurt!”

Damn. He’d forgotten about the hidden needles.

“What possessed you to hide something back there?” Iruka’s
voice was angry, but Kakashi knew he was only annoyed at himself for
not anticipating the location of the weapons. Iruka lifted the finger
to his mouth, but Kakashi quickly grabbed his corded wrist and cleaned
off the blood with a fast swipe of his tongue.

“I should have warned you,” he apologized, putting the finger into his mouth and sucking it suggestively.

Iruka’s grimace changed into yearning; Kakashi knew well how much
Iruka liked his fingers sucked, and what usually followed when he did
it to him. His stomach fluttered while showing Iruka with his tongue
what he wanted to do with other parts of him.

Iruka bit his lip, moving his uninjured hand to Kakashi’s hip and
making a fist in the silk of the Yukata. Iruka pulled Kakashi towards
him, and rolled his hips in a wordless demand. Kakashi’s stomach
fluttered more insistently. With one last lick he returned Iruka’s
finger to him, claiming his mouth instead with equal suggestiveness.

Kakashi carefully ran his palms over Iruka’s Obi, starting at his
firm stomach and curving around to his back. Just as he thought. He
undid the knot, careful not to spill the two rows of miniature shuriken
from the folds as he let go of the sash. The sash chimed with muted plinking sounds as it hit the floor, and the Yukata shifted partway open.

Kakashi slowly kissed Iruka’s mouth, sliding his gloved hands inside
the Yukata fabric and running them up Iruka’s chest. Iruka shivered,
biting Kakashi’s lip; evidently he enjoyed the feeling of the gloves on
his skin, and Kakashi tucked the information away for future reference,
filed securely in his database devoted to Iruka’s preferences.

Iruka moved his hands up to Kakashi’s shoulders, curling tightly at
the folded edges of his Yukata and pulling him close as they kissed,
and then abruptly pushed him back. Iruka looked into his eye. The
Chuunin’s face was flushed with passion, and his eyes were shining with
lust—Kakashi was thrilled to see Iruka was as ready for a marathon as
he was.

“’Kashi…” Iruka murmured, his voice breathy. “Hayaku!”

Kakashi’s breath lodged in his throat when Iruka lifted his forearm
to stroke the red ridge of silken cords along his jaw and cheek,
trailing the ends against his exposed neck. Kakashi’s skin blossomed
with goose flesh at the touch of the cords, and his stomach dropped in
nearly painful arousal.

His erection felt uncomfortably constricted by layers of clothing,
but his priority right now was to obey the breathtaking man in front of
him. What a delicious surprise it had been to discover that Iruka—Umino
Iruka!—was just as experimental in bed as he was. Sex with him was far
better than he’d ever fantasized it could be with another man, and the
first thing Kakashi wanted to do was take the edge off of Iruka’s
hunger.

It meant more pleasure for them both in the long run.

He pushed Iruka’s Yukata open and nibbled the Chuunin’s neck,
tasting his skin from below his ear to where his shoulder began. Iruka
sighed, letting Kakashi shift the fabric off his muscular shoulders to
fall in a soft heap on the floor. Kakashi trailed kisses down across
his collarbone to the planes of muscles on his chest and torso,
stroking Iruka’s back with his strong, gloved fingers all the while.

Iruka leaned his shoulders into the door, closing his eyes and
giving himself over to the sensations moving down his body, stepping
out of his sandals and kicking them to the side. Kakashi massaged down
the inward curve of his spine, licking over his lover’s tight abs and
looking up his tanned body with his one blue eye as he knelt down on
his knees in front of him.

God he loved to see Iruka like this, eyes closed, breath erratic, tense with anticipation and arousal…

Kakashi dug his hands into the waistband of his briefs and shoved
them down his legs, freeing Iruka’s hard cock from its prison. Iruka
opened his eyes and looked down at him, stepping out of the underwear
and fixing him with a look heavy with need. Iruka’s brown eyes pleaded,
‘Hurry… so that I can fuck you senseless…’

Kakashi ran his tongue underneath Iruka’s shaft to the glistening
tip, sliding his lips over just the head and sucking. Iruka gasped,
closing his eyes and bracing himself against the door more securely.
Kakashi shifted his position on the floor, the Yukata’s swirling Koi
fanning out around his knees. Holding the back of Iruka’s thigh, he
took the rest of his length into his mouth, increasing the amount of
suction as it slid down the back of his throat. Iruka moaned, and
Kakashi reversed directions, slowly coating him with saliva and coming
up for air.

Repeating the process, he used his other hand to carefully massage
Iruka’s balls. Iruka whimpered, flexing his thighs and trying to thrust
into Kakashi’s mouth, but Kakashi kept him from taking over–he’d do it
quickly, but not that quick.

He moved off of him, playing his tongue around the head, “Iruka-sensei…”

Iruka’s voice was breathy with sexual tension, “Nani?”

“Are you going to instruct me on the proper use of those cords?” He teased Iruka with his voice as well as lips and hands.

Iruka growled, baring his teeth in a coy grin, “I’ve already made a lesson-plan. But first you should stop talking.”

Kakashi felt satisfaction ripple through him. He would have wiggled
with glee, but his boyfriend was right. Now wasn’t the time for
talking! He swallowed Iruka’s erection back down his throat, and
focused on doing the things he knew Iruka enjoyed.

Kakashi’s scalp exploded in tingles when he felt Iruka’s fingers
twist into his hair. The red cords dangled against his ears and his
neck, and he felt himself shudder from the association. He picked up
the pace, coordinating his mouth and hands on Iruka’s groin in a way
that had his lover squirming and gasping against the door.

Iruka’s cock was so hard and smooth at the same time; Kakashi loved
everything about it. He loved the feel of it against the roof of his
mouth, he loved that he could swallow it down his throat with
near-ease, and he loved that Iruka let him do this any time he wanted.
He also loved that Iruka was as good, if not better than he
was at giving head, even though Kakashi was his first serious
lover—whoever said teachers make the worst students obviously had never
met this one.

Kakashi groaned around the hard shaft in his mouth. This was
goooooood. But his favorite thing was when this cock was buried inside
him, thrusting against his prostate in unexplainable pleasure.

Iruka was the only one he would ever let do that.

He used these thoughts to feed his activities, concentrating on
bringing the Chuunin’s arousal to a peak, and monitoring the signs that
indicated when he was close to the edge. When Iruka was almost there,
he slowed everything down, maintaining the level of pleasure
indefinitely. Iruka broke out in sweat, biting his bottom lip and
gripping Kakashi’s silver hair tighter and tighter, while the Jounin
just watched him, waiting for him to snap.

Iruka’s control was always impressive—that’s what made him such an
amazing lover. But it was also impressive when that control broke.
Kakashi wanted it to falter, and after two days apart, it wouldn’t take much. He tasted so good that way.

Iruka soon cried out from the near-torture of Kakashi’s
manipulation, and his chakra began to leak from his skin in palpable,
invisible waves. The Chuunin opened his eyes, his expression a snarl of
Pure Lust that demanded immediate release, the steady, faintly tingling
wave of chakra spreading down his cock right to the quivering tip.
Kakashi’s gut clenched with similar need, tasting the spicy electricity
of the chakra as it rippled over his tongue—he wasted no more time,
shoving Iruka over that cliff and catching the delectable explosion of
his orgasm in the back of his mouth.

Iruka’s muscles quivered as he came, his hips jerking forward again
and again. Kakashi held onto his thighs with both hands, letting Iruka
move how he liked until the urgency was over and he slumped back
against the door to rest. With a last lick, Kakashi withdrew his lips
and looked up the handsome body of his lover, seeing satisfaction show
in every part of him. Iruka’s breaths were shaky, gasping from the rush
with a sexy smile twitching the corner of his mouth.

Kakashi was breathing hard too, licking his lips and grinning from
ear to ear, feeling Iruka’s fingers gently unwind from the tangles of
his hair. Iruka sighed, and slowly slid down the door, sprawling on the
heap of his Yukata with one knee bent. He looked into Kakashi’s eye and
chuckled. Now they could really have some fun!

“Maaa, Iruka-sensei,” Kakashi smirked, “Was that enough for an hors d’oeuvre? Or are you still hungry?”

“Hn,” Iruka crawled forward, touching only lips to lips, sliding his
tongue into Kakashi’s mouth to taste the lingering flavors of himself
in a slow, sensual kiss. He pulled back, and Kakashi’s cheeks flushed
with—as of yet—unquenched desire.

“Now that I’ve enjoyed your hospitality, Kakashi-sensei …”
Iruka chuckled, beginning to untie the scarlet knots at his left wrist.
Kakashi knew Iruka was watching him, transfixed by his fingers working
deftly and provocatively, and Iruka’s voice lowered to a suggestive
timbre.

“Might I return the favor by teaching you something new?”

Kakashi shuddered, getting up on suddenly wobbly knees. “Let me show you to my classroom…”

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Naruto had never noticed how painfully the heart could beat.

He was intensely aware of Sasuke’s presence in the darkened hallway
outside his apartment, and knew that there would be no better chance
than this to finally—finally!—do something that would ease
the tension. He set down his bag of explosives, his heart beating
wildly behind his ribcage, and ran a nervous hand through his hair as
Sasuke came towards him.

Sasuke looked perfectly calm, and it made Naruto a little annoyed that he wasn’t more nervous
about being here at his apartment, late at night, and un-chaperoned.
It’s not like they could really pretend it was normal for Sasuke to
walk him all the way to the door.

Naruto shifted his feet, needing to break up the silence somehow.

“That was really fun… the festival…” he tried to meet Sasuke’s dark
eyes, but the look in them made him glance down at the floor. Oh
man—how could one guy be so utterly gorgeous like that? Naruto smiled,
for no reason that he could name.

“Aa,” Sasuke replied.

Naruto could feel his rival watching him, and it made him shift his
feet again, trying desperately to think of something else to say. But
then Sasuke was touching his hair, right at his temple, right above his
ear, and he couldn’t help himself—he had to look at him, had to see if
Sasuke was thinking the same things he was thinking.

His rival was as breathtaking as usual, standing close, but not too
close in the quiet hall. Naruto really wanted to move towards him, to
touch him back, but was a little distracted by the wonderful feeling of
Sasuke’s fingers in his hair—there were goose bumps spreading all down
his neck.

“Ne… Sasuke…” he spoke, about to ask for a goodnight kiss, but then hesitated, feeling ridiculous—maybe he should just do it?

“Nanda?” Sasuke said, and Naruto held his breath.

He searched Sasuke’s face for anything that might tell him not to
step forward; his heart thudded more and more painfully from trying to
find the courage to step forward anyways. Sasuke’s eyes narrowed a
fraction, and Naruto felt the fingers stop moving, pausing awkwardly
halfway in and halfway out of his hair.

‘Don’t stop!’ Naruto thought frantically, taking a step
forward in rising panic. His stomach dropped—oh God! Now that he’d
started, he had to keep going. Sasuke stood there, warm and solid in
the cool air of the night, and Naruto reached up to touch his shoulder.
He tried not to shake.

He’d just move in, say goodnight, kiss him, and run into his apartment and go to sleep. That’s what he’d do.

Naruto slid his hand to the back of Sasuke’s neck, grateful that his
fingertips were bare so he could feel the smooth black hair. He took a
deep breath, leaning in and murmuring “Goodnight” when all of a sudden Sasuke was kissing him.

SASUKE WAS KISSING HIM!

He made a noise of surprise when it registered, it had happened so
fast, and he blinked at the awkward closeness of Sasuke’s dark eyes
looking back at him.

Then Sasuke’s arms were around his back, pulling him close, and
Naruto let himself relax into it, sincerely relieved that he hadn’t
been pushed away. Naruto closed his eyes, reaching his other hand into
Sasuke’s black hair in an effort to pull him even closer, and tried to
memorize the feel of their lips touching in their first, real kiss.

His stomach flipped with desire when he heard Sasuke make a noise of pleasure; he hadn’t known Uchihas could make noises like that. It made him want to find out what other noises he could get this Uchiha to make, and his stomach flipped again in excitement.

Sasuke was kissing him a second time, fitting their lips like he’d
always known how, and Naruto could only marvel at how much better this
was than he’d ever remembered, or even fantasized… Sasuke was usually
either irritated or was smirking in that superior way, so his lips
looked thin, if you had nothing to compare it to.

But Naruto knew now that they weren’t, not really. They felt
wonderful—the bottom one more luscious and full than the top, although
both held the promise of many, many pleasurable things to experience in
many different places. He never wanted it to stop!

With each second they kissed Naruto only wanted more, and he tried
to move forward, to move closer even though he was touching his
teammate almost everywhere possible. Sasuke held him tighter, moving
him backwards instead until Naruto felt his shoulders bump into his
apartment door. He relished the feeling of being caught between it and
the firm, muscular body of his teammate.

Naruto twisted his fingers further into Sasuke’s silky black hair,
and stroked his head and neck; he’d always wanted to do this, and he
hoped Sasuke was enjoying it too. He felt Sasuke’s hand slide down his
spine, stopping at that sensitive inward curve and pulling their bodies
tighter together—it felt goooooood.

Sasuke began to nibble his mouth, and Naruto shivered from the
shower of alternating bites and kisses. A growl rumbled up from the
back of his throat, and Naruto nibbled his rival back, unashamed and
with equal passion. Using the door for leverage, Naruto thrust his hips
forward, and nearly cried out from the force of Sasuke’s answering
kiss. It was painful with need, crushing into him, and Naruto
automatically opened his mouth before they seriously injured each other.

All higher mental functions ceased at the feel of Sasuke’s tongue
sliding past his lips to taste him from the inside. It was a rush of
sensation that he couldn’t have been prepared for, and he was grateful
that he had the door to keep him on his feet, for he probably would
have collapsed then and there from the tidal wave of arousal.

Dear God–how could there be something this good?

Naruto couldn’t get enough; he kissed Sasuke back with all the
fierceness he could muster, wishing fervently that they had done this
long ago. He didn’t question how good it was, and he just knew that he
couldn’t let this be the only time they kissed this way. It would have
to be a rule or something—mandatory from now on for being teammates.

Before and after missions, at the very least.

Sasuke shuddered like his knees might buckle, and it made Naruto
even hotter to see his rival’s obvious arousal when he suddenly pulled
back, panting and bracing himself on the door with one hand. Naruto
panted too, meeting Sasuke’s black eyes and feeling a thrill in his
groin at the sensual weight they held. He was so damn sexy, especially
now, flushed with desire and breathing hard like they’d been sparring.

“Oi,” Naruto chuckled, his voice low and teasing, “Tired already?”

He knew he’d get a reaction, and barely had time to be pleased
before Sasuke attacked him with mouth and tongue in his signature
single-minded focus. Naruto gasped—this was the intensity of
Uchiha Sasuke, and the hairs on every part of his body stood on end
when he heard Sasuke growl in a completely primal, completely sexual
way.

He managed to grip Sasuke’s shoulders, fighting to stay on his feet,
when Sasuke thrust his hips forward. Naruto could barely stand it, the
agonizing pleasure of Sasuke grinding him into his own door. He
responded with his own fearsome spirit, kissing Sasuke back with the
same passionate intensity, and trying to thrust away from the door,
arching his back to somehow get closer than they already were.

Sasuke’s hand was on his neck, tilting his head back and Naruto felt
his senses swim from the added depth of their kissing. He managed to
hang on for dear life, making fists at the back of Sasuke’s Yukata, and
he groaned from the desire that churned in his abdomen. Sasuke’s
thrusting was only making things worse; Naruto had been hard from the
beginning, and feeling Sasuke’s impressively solid—and big!—erection
rubbing against him was almost more than he could take.

They had to get out of this hallway, right now.

He tried to say so, but Sasuke was too busy making him squirm with
pleasure to notice. He tried again, and almost reconsidered having to
stop their kissing to continue with anything else, since a lot of him
didn’t want to be interrupted. But Sasuke must have realized he wanted
to say something, since he eased up a bit, and after a moment Naruto
found that he could think again.

Sasuke held his mouth in a very sensual kiss, letting them both calm
down before releasing his lips with a soft noise. Naruto watched his
teammate shiver, and then he closed his eyes for a moment, willing his
heartbeat to stop deafening him with its agitated rhythm. He reached
for his doorknob, looking at Sasuke, and feeling his cheeks fill with
color. Sasuke was breathing hard, looking at him expectantly. He
swallowed.

“Do you wanna—” Naruto jerked his head back towards the door.

“Oh God yes,” Sasuke answered immediately, surprising him by taking his mouth in another kiss.

Naruto opened up to him eagerly, twisting the doorknob until it
clicked. He grabbed the front of Sasuke’s Yukata, not caring if he
wrinkled it, and pulled him into his apartment. They stumbled into the
darkness, and Naruto felt the whoosh of air as Sasuke closed the door
behind them. He pushed Sasuke back until he’d trapped him against it,
leaning into him as they kissed and realigning their hard erections.

Sasuke actually groaned, and Naruto shuddered with desire as he in
turn tried to eat his teammate from the inside. Sasuke’s hands were
moving on his arms, his shoulders, slipping underneath the coat of
flames and pushing it off. Naruto helped, shrugging out of it tossing
it somewhere out of the way. His only thoughts were on eliminating all
layers of fabric between him and his rival.

He started to reach for Sasuke’s Obi, when he felt his rival’s mouth
make its way across his whiskered cheek to nibble his earlobe. Naruto
froze from the goose bumps that exploded over his skin, and when
Sasuke’s warm, wet tongue licked the ridges of his ear his knees
buckled.

Sasuke half-caught him before he fell, but they both slowly slid
down the door into a tangle on the floor. Naruto could hear Sasuke
chuckling. His lips were close to where his tongue had just been, and
the feel of his warm breath made Naruto shiver against him.

“I guess you liked that, didn’t you,” he teased.

Naruto rubbed his cheek against Sasuke’s, challenging, “So do it again, then. Teme.”

Sasuke did. Naruto thought he might die from it.

Once the haze in his brain cleared, Naruto moved frantic hands to
Sasuke’s Yukata. He wanted so badly to touch him, to feel everything
that was hidden underneath the silk fabric, and tried unsuccessfully to
undo the knot of the sash. He gritted his teeth, feeling the parts of
the knot and trying to make sense of it while knowing that it was
completely beyond his ability to concentrate if Sasuke was doing things
like that to his ear.

Naruto shivered, biting his bottom lip to keep himself from
whimpering in either arousal or frustration. He grabbed on either side
of the knot and resorted to brute strength, pulling hard and only
making the knot tighter. It was the frustration that drove him to
complain.

“Maaaaaaah, who the hell tied this?” he muttered, tugging and yanking ineffectively.

“Tch,” Sasuke moved his hands back to the knot, shifting Naruto’s aside to feel for himself.

Naruto heard the separate clicks of the fan and the pencil case
being set on the floor next to them, and then Sasuke reached for
something underneath the puddle of folds around their legs. Naruto
could hear the metallic noise of a kunai being drawn, and then he heard
the quick sound of taut fabric being sliced.

“Haaaah? You actually have weapons under there?” Naruto said, incredulous. Where the hell had he hidden a kunai?

“Tch, don’t you?” Sasuke returned the question, implying that it was
obvious to be armed even when dressed for a festival. Naruto’s cheeks
flushed. It hadn’t even occurred to him to carry weapons.

He felt more than saw Sasuke toss the sash aside, since they were
still tangled up on the floor, although his blue eyes were starting to
get used to the darkness. He could almost make out the difference
between the black of the shadows, and the deeper black of Sasuke’s hair.

Naruto humphed, “Whatever. I don’t need any weapons.”

“Hn,” Sasuke said, choosing to kiss him instead of argue, and
untying Naruto’s blue Obi with total ease. Annoyed, Naruto growled as
he kissed him back while reaching to Sasuke’s shoulders to push off his
Yukata.

At least both of them agreed they should be rid of their clothing as quickly as humanly possible.

Sasuke let go long enough to shrug out of the white fabric, letting
it fall to the floor around them in a soft rustle, and then Naruto felt
Sasuke’s hands on his chest. They were warm, moving underneath the
fabric to finally touch his bare skin. His rival thrust the front of
his Yukata open, and slid strong hands up to his shoulders, slipping
the fabric over them and baring most of Naruto’s torso.

Half of Naruto was aware of Sasuke removing his Yukata while they
kissed, though it could only go so far while Naruto was reaching his
busy hands underneath Sasuke’s mesh shirt. Naruto’s Yukata caught
around his elbows, stretching across the back of his shoulder blades,
and he was aware of Sasuke’s hands moving to the gloves covering his
forearms instead. His quick fingers moved along the buckles and started
to pick at them.

Naruto slid the mesh shirt up Sasuke’s athletic body, running his
fingertips over every curve and indentation of his lean muscles, when
this time it was Sasuke who broke off their kiss in frustration.

“Tch, how the hell did you get these on?” Sasuke grumbled, struggling to undo the tiny buckles in the mostly-dark room.

Naruto chuckled, remembering how long it had taken Iruka to fasten everything, and in daylight. “Wait until you see the boots–”

“Uso!” Sasuke’s voice was incredulous, his hands stopping mid-motion in horror.

Naruto laughed, “Saa, just leave it,” he murmured, deciding it
wasn’t that important right now. He tugged on the mesh shirt, getting
Sasuke to raise his arms, and it slipped over his head to join the pile
of discarded things around them.

Naruto leaned forward and caught Sasuke’s lips, trailing kisses
along his jaw until he reached his long, regal neck. He slipped his
arms tighter around Sasuke’s back, and licked that tender skin with his
warm tongue, his brain flooding with associations of years of sparring
and grappling as he inhaled the scents of cardamom and sandalwood, the
essence of Uchiha Sasuke. It made the fighting spirit within him start
to add its rhythm to his already racing heartbeat.

Sasuke had gone tense, his hands gripping Naruto’s biceps almost
defensively. Naruto kept licking him, tasting him, experimentally
grazing his teeth along the vein throbbing steadily under the smooth
skin. Sasuke inhaled sharply at that, and Naruto couldn’t help
himself—on instinct, he bit him. Not hard enough to make him bleed, but
hard enough to get an unexpected reaction.

Sasuke’s cry of arousal took him off guard, but Naruto managed to
protect his head as his teammate lurched into him and took them both to
the floor. Sasuke’s warm chest contrasted strangely with the linoleum
touching the back of his shoulders, but Naruto was focused instead on
the delightful way their legs had entwined from the sudden change in
position. Sasuke was shifting his body, bracing his weight on his
elbows and gasping hot breaths against Naruto’s collarbone. Naruto
reached into Sasuke’s hair, chuckling.

“I guess you liked that, didn’t you?” He loved repeating Sasuke, word for word.

Naruto felt a thrill throughout his body when Sasuke actually chuckled back, “So do it again then–Dobe.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice.

Naruto instantly returned his mouth to Sasuke’s neck, biting and
nibbling and licking every place he could reach, twisting his fingers
into Sasuke’s silky hair. Sasuke moaned, grinding into him and
shuddering from the pleasure; it made Naruto nearly lose it to feel
Sasuke’s massive hard-on through only their thin layers of underwear.

Sasuke evidently felt that turn-about was fair play; Naruto felt
Sasuke’s tongue outline every curve of his ear, sending ripples of
pleasure throughout his whole body, and he bucked against him almost
uncontrollably. After a moment of lust-filled blankness where he could
only cling to his rival, Naruto decided to see how far this game could
go.

He rocked them to the side, continuing to kiss Sasuke’s neck,
sliding his palm down his muscular back and over his hip, and reaching
between them to feel the hard cock thrusting against his leg. Naruto
shuddered; it was long and thick and luscious, begging to be released,
and he eagerly uncovered several inches of it, tearing a seam in the
fabric in his haste. Sasuke cried out for the second time, rolling them
back over and crushing his lips against Naruto’s in a completely
predatory way.

Naruto felt Sasuke’s hand slide down his body, moving over his
washboard abs to stroke his length in tantalizing slowness. When he
felt Sasuke’s fingers delve underneath his boxer-briefs and wrap around
him, he thought he might literally explode. Naruto thrust both his hips
and tongue against his rival’s mouth and hand, the intensity of the
sensations close to making him come.

He tried to move, tried to flip them back over, but Sasuke had
thoroughly pinned him on his back, lining up their hips in a
near-replica of the time at the river. This time though, they were
kissing like he’d wanted to, and Naruto sucked on Sasuke’s tongue as it
moved possessively against his, even as he struggled underneath him.

Sasuke was slowly pushing their underwear out of the way, and Naruto
moaned at the friction of Sasuke’s bare cock rubbing the length of his
own. It made him crazy with desire, and he wanted to watch Sasuke
underneath him, sprawled out in pleasure like before as they thrust
against each other. He tried again to move, tried to get enough
leverage to reverse their positions, but to no avail.

Naruto heard himself growl; if this was a challenge, he was going to win!

He kept one hand in Sasuke’s hair, kissing him passionately and
running the other hand down to his backside, curving over his tight,
round butt cheek and squeezing. Sasuke moaned into his mouth, and
Naruto used the timing of the distraction to power his muscles with
chakra.

Fiery tingles burst over them both as the Kyuubi seal pulsed with
electric sparks. Sasuke screamed down his throat in uninhibited
pleasure as Naruto turned them over, breaking the kiss and gasping in
shock at the intensity of the chakra’s effect on his teammate. He
braced himself above Sasuke, the Yukata fanning out behind him like a
protective tent, listening to Sasuke’s erratic breathing while the
seal’s tingles still danced over their sensitive groins.

“Naruto…” Sasuke’s voice was feathered and moist, unlike
anything he’d ever heard before, and Naruto felt his teammate’s hands
slide upward to grip the naked curves of his shoulders.

“Yeah?” he murmured, fighting not to thrust against him until he
knew it was okay. Their erections were throbbing against each other,
rigid with blood and lust, and it was a miracle he didn’t climax just
from thinking about it.

“Do that again!” Sasuke demanded, rocking his hips upward against him.

Naruto gasped, closing his eyes and concentrating on molding chakra
to his tummy where both their erections were pressed tight. Sasuke dug
fingers into his shoulders when the tingling surged over them, and
Naruto bit his lip against the pleasure as they both moved their hips
against each other.

The friction was good, and the tingling made it better—all
sensations were heightened to a point that felt too good to be real.
Naruto knew he wouldn’t last long, and at this point he figured it
didn’t matter.

Sasuke was groaning from the intensity, his fingers gripping harder
and harder into the meat of Naruto’s shoulders. It hurt, but Naruto
barely noticed it underneath the sensations of pleasure and the thrill
of Sasuke’s aroused noises. All at once, Sasuke hissed through his
teeth, tensing underneath him and gasping as his orgasm made him
tremble against the floor.

Naruto could feel the warm wetness of Sasuke’s cream coating both
their stomachs, and he thrust upward into it. It was thick like honey,
and feeling it on the underside of him was too much—one more thrust and
then he clenched his teeth, shooting his own cream in spine-tingling
bursts, a deep growl escaping from his throat.

Naruto shuddered, lightheaded, shifting after a moment to collapse
beside his rival, unable to move at first. But Sasuke had always drawn
him like a magnet, and before long he turned to seek his teammate’s
mouth with his lips, only to find that Sasuke was already leaning
towards him on one elbow for the same thing. Sasuke reached behind his
head and pulled him close for a slow, deep, sensual kiss. It left
Naruto breathless.

Then Sasuke shifted something behind him and finally pushed off the
Yukata, wadding it up and wiping the semen from first his stomach, and
then Naruto’s. Naruto pulled Sasuke closer to him, remembering absurdly
that they were in the middle of his floor. He kissed him, slow and
gentle, until he felt his heartbeat more or less return to normal.

His heart felt overly full, though there didn’t seem to be a need to say anything while they were like this.

He nibbled and licked Sasuke’s lips, kissing him with a lazy contentment now that the urgency had passed–although he was far from
satisfied. Sasuke also seemed relaxed, though he was exploring Naruto’s
skin with curious fingers and palms, making him blossom in goose bumps
nearly everywhere. Naruto stood it as long as he could, and then broke
off their kissing, moving slowly upright, and pulling Sasuke’s arm
until he was more or less sitting up as well.

Sasuke moved close to Naruto so his hands could stroke through the
blond hair at his temples, and Naruto sighed. He looked at Sasuke’s
face in the dark, and could almost make out a questioning eyebrow in
the shadowy apartment. Maybe he should open his window shades so they
could see.

He pressed his lips to Sasuke’s, “Ne,” he kissed him again, “Sasuke…”

Sasuke kissed him back, “Hmm?”

Naruto smiled, kissing him longer, and then nibbling Sasuke’s bottom
lip playfully. His smile became a grin, “Let’s do that again!”

To his delight, Sasuke pulled him tight against him and drove his
long tongue into his mouth. Naruto threw his arms around his back,
holding him and kissing him fiercely. Just when his heartbeat had
started to pound in his ears again, Sasuke pulled away, and Naruto
shivered when he heard his teammate chuckle provocatively:

“Let’s see if we can make it to your bed this time, Dobe.”

♦

Kakashi could barely keep himself from skipping down the short hall to his bedroom.

He was completely aroused, he had an incredibly sexy ninja following
him, and he knew they had several hours of fooling around and wild sex
ahead of them. It couldn’t get any better! He flicked on the light as
he passed through his door, and stood eagerly at the foot of his bed,
waiting for Iruka to say what would happen next.

Iruka came into his doorway and stopped, reaching up to the
doorframe and resting his fingers on the ledge, stretching out his
tanned body in a seductive line. Kakashi swallowed, watching the
half-untied red cords dangle down either side of him. Iruka smirked at
the desire Kakashi wasn’t trying to keep hidden, and then stepped into
the room, reaching to the wall and flicking off the lights.

“Do it.” Iruka made the request in a calm and reasonable voice, and
Kakashi was aware of him moving closer, but not close enough for him to
touch. What was he talking about?

“Do… what?” Kakashi said, his quick brain checking his database for all the different things Iruka could possibly be asking.

Iruka sighed, “You know.”

Kakashi felt a little alarmed, Iruka wasn’t giving him a lot to go
on. So he did what anyone else would do—he took a step forward and
started to slide his arms around the Chuunin, leaning in for a kiss.

Iruka stopped him, chuckling softly, “No silly. You know, that thing you do.”

Kakashi was seriously confused. “Iruka, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Iruka sighed again, sounding as if he were embarrassed to really say it, “You know… Romantic-Lighting-no-Jutsu…”

Kakashi laughed, then formed the seals and whispered the jutsu.
Twelve candles sprung to life, six on each end table next to his
massive bed, their light shimmering on the clean satin sheets. Even in
the candlelight he could tell Iruka’s cheeks were red, and Kakashi
couldn’t help himself, finishing what he’d started a moment ago and
kissing him thoroughly.

When Iruka had gotten over his embarrassment, he moved Kakashi’s hands away, pulling back and looking him up and down.

“Normally I’d enjoy undressing you,” he teased, winking, “But since
I could be seriously injured, why don’t you go first and teach me the
secret technique of hiding weapons in a festival Yukata–hmmmm?”

“Hai-hai!” Kakashi grinned, reaching behind him to withdraw the six
needles from the back of his Obi, showing them off before discarding
them out of the way. Iruka was untying the knots of the cords, swiftly
and surely, and Kakashi could feel the blood pumping underneath his
skin in anticipation. He reached into the fold of his Yukata, and
withdrew four tiny shuriken held between his knuckles.

Iruka smiled at him, amused as he made a big show of disarming
himself. Kakashi began to hum, adding the shuriken to the pile of
needles and running his gloved hands up the front of his chest, winking
suggestively. He unfolded the collar of the Yukata at the back of his
neck, and slipped out the hidden garrote, seeing Iruka raise an eyebrow.

Kakashi continued humming, flinging the garrote carelessly to the
side, and unbuckling his left ANBU arm guard. Strapped to the silver
glove was a thin holster, holding a small gleaming dagger. Kakashi
winked, removing it and adding it to the pile of weapons along with the
arm guard. He started to slip down the shimmering fabric of his glove,
but Iruka interrupted.

“Chotto,” Iruka held up a hand. “Leave the gloves on.”

Iruka smirked, having guessed correctly that there were no more
weapons underneath, and it made Kakashi even more eager at the
proceedings. He’d have to keep the gloves handy if Iruka liked them so
much.

Kakashi grinned, “Anything you say, Iruka-sensei.”

He unbuckled the other arm guard, removing a similar dagger and
sheath, and dropping them to the growing pile on the floor. He hummed,
turning his back on Iruka and letting him watch as he untied the knot
of the Kaku-Obi. The front of his Yukata fell open, and he held the
sash out to the side, dropping it and peeking over his shoulder. Iruka
bit his lip, watching him intently.

Kakashi shrugged the fabric off his shoulders, letting it hang down
his back to his waist and exposing the sleek silver shirt. He reached
down to his thighs, where Iruka couldn’t see what he’d hidden, and drew
three miniature kunai with each hand. He dropped them and quickly drew
a second set, hearing them clink and rattle on his floor. Kakashi
removed the special thigh holsters, Iruka chuckling at the distinctive
sound of the Velcro. Now for the last ones.

Using the Yukata as a shield for his lower body, he spread his legs
wide and leaned forward suggestively, bracing his gloved hands on the
foot of the bed and sticking his ass out like a professional stripper.
He looked over his right shoulder with his blue eye, and licked his
lips, watching Iruka grin at his antics. He also noticed that Iruka was
nearly finished with the scarlet knots, and his belly flipped.

He straightened up, sliding his gloved hands down the front of his
body and bending so he could continue the motion down his long legs. He
withdrew his last two weapons slowly, letting Iruka hear the faint
scraping as he slid them out of his special boots, and crossed them
against his chest where Iruka couldn’t see.

He stole a glance over his shoulder, and found Iruka running the red
ropes through his hands, straightening out the kinks from his earlier
knot-work. Iruka’s eyes were watching him—lustful, with a large dose of
curiosity—daring him to actually show what he held.

In one flourish, Kakashi spun around, twirling the weapons and
striking an attack pose, the matching Sai inches from Iruka’s throat.
Iruka hadn’t moved, trusting that he wouldn’t get hurt, but his face
was very surprised.

“Sai? Since when do you fight with Sai?” Iruka asked, taking one of them from his hand to look closer.

Kakashi chuckled, only half answering, “I just thought they’d look cool.”

Iruka rolled his eyes, smiling a little, “Sai can be fun, I
suppose.” He dropped the sai into the heap of weapons on the floor,
taking the other and adding it as well. “But I think we’re going to
have enough fun without them.”

He moved his right hand to Kakashi’s face, running his thumb over the scar underneath his eye, then stroked his cheek.

“Now hurry up and show me what else you’re hiding under there…”
Iruka chuckled, and Kakashi shivered under the weight of his hand
caressing down his chest, stopping just above his hard cock.

In four seconds he was standing completely nude in front of his
lover, with the exception of his silver gloves. Watching Iruka find the
midpoint of the two cords and untangle the ends from each other,
Kakashi posed on the bed this way and that.

“How do you want me? Like this? Or this?”

He grinned as he made each position more and more suggestive,
completely unashamed of drawing attention to his massive erection. It
made him wiggle with glee to see Iruka trying so hard not to laugh
outright. God, he was so cute like that.

“Kakashi,” Iruka’s voice held a warning in it, though his
smile softened it. He crooked a finger, asking him to come closer, and
Kakashi rushed to stand obediently in front of him, grinning and
playful.

Iruka sighed, “You’re impossible, you know that?” He slipped the
middle of one long red cord around the back of the Jounin’s neck.

“I guess you’ll have to punish me,” Kakashi purred, recognizing the beginnings of one of his favorite ways to be restrained.

“It’s a good thing you like being punished,” Iruka commented, making a succession of knots down the two ends of the cord in wide intervals.

“Only because it’s you,” Kakashi stole a kiss from the Chuunin’s mouth.

Iruka chuckled, pushing him away lightly with his palm, “I think I’ll begin the interrogation now, Kakashi-sensei.”

“If you must,” he complied, grinning.

He could only imagine what questions Iruka had for him, and guessed
most of them would be about their students. It was high time they got
everything out into the open—hell, it was their fake reason for coming
inside to have wild sex. It made him think wistfully about he and
Iruka’s first experiences together, and also wonder vaguely what the
boys might be up to…

“You had such a bizarre reaction to Naruto,” Iruka began, “What in the world was wrong with you?”

Iruka’s quick fingers were making their way lower and lower down the
front of his body. Kakashi frowned; he didn’t really want to talk about
that.

“It was Yondaime-sama’s Yukata, wasn’t it? I was just surprised to
see it again.” Kakashi paused. “How was I supposed to react?”

Iruka glanced up into his eye, shrugging, though his face was thoughtful, “I don’t know, but… all that Sake! I’ve never seen you like that.”

The knots went all the way down the front of his torso, and Iruka
spread the two lengths of cord around either side of his genitals and
made a knot that rested right underneath his balls. Kakashi shifted his
feet. It was a highly discordant feeling to have this man touching him so intimately while asking about that man. Yondaime.

“Can we not talk about this right now?”

“Why not? I was really worried, Kakashi,” Iruka moved behind him,
reaching through his legs, and Kakashi felt the cords slip up the crack
of his ass as Iruka continued tying knots.

“It’s… something from the past,” Kakashi tried to keep his voice
even. It would be a little below the belt, but hopefully it would
distract Iruka from this line of questioning, “What if I started asking
you about Mizuki?”

Iruka smacked his ass with his palm, more noise than actual pain. “Don’t even mention that name.”

Kakashi gave a cynical smile. This is why the past should stay
buried. It never did any good to know all the details about someone
else’s secrets.

Iruka continued, “Although I don’t understand what the one could have to do with the other…” His voice showed that Kakashi wasn’t totally off the hook yet.

“So how well did you know Itachi? It was so weird how everyone was
acting; I assume the reason for the whispering about Sasuke has
something to do with his brother.”

Kakashi groaned at Iruka’s choice of topics. He looked up at the
ceiling with a pleading eye. At least this topic was slightly easier to
handle, if still very uncomfortable, and he sighed.

“Not that well. Don’t you remember the last Hunt?”

He felt, rather than heard Iruka shaking his head, “Not a lot of it,
since I didn’t compete. I know Itachi won, and won impressively. But I
didn’t know him at all; actually I don’t think we spoke even once.”

Kakashi smiled, remembering hiding in the trees and seeing his
favorite Chuunin being escorted to the hospital. “That’s right… you had
a broken arm at the last festival.”

Iruka’s hands stopped what they were doing, “How on earth would you know that? Did we even know each other then?”

Kakashi stepped back a little, reaching for Iruka’s hips and just holding him against his back, “I’m not sure we’ve ever been officially introduced, Iruka-sensei.” He chuckled.

Iruka gave him a quick kiss on the back of the neck, “You know what
I mean, Kakashi. Anyways, I don’t like how people were whispering and
staring—poor Sasuke! Does he really look that much like his brother?”

Kakashi sighed. Iruka was being persistent.

“Itachi humiliated every Chuunin and Jounin who entered the Hunt;
you can’t expect people to forget that kind of thing so easily. And
yes, Sasuke looks like him. A lot like him. Now do you really want to talk, or can we just have sex like normal people?”

Iruka laughed. Kakashi frowned–he hadn’t meant it to be funny.

“Okay, okay,” Iruka pulled the cords taut up his back, and Kakashi
felt them shift, thrumming all the way down to his groin and back up to
his neck, “But I have one more question.”

Kakashi shivered from the feel of the cords on his skin, “And then no more talking?”

Iruka molded himself against Kakashi’s back, keeping the cords tight
in one hand and reaching around the front of him, lightly stroking his
fingers along his hardened length.

“How did you guess I’m an expert archer?”

Kakashi shuddered, biting his lip against the noises that tried to
escape from the intensity. He chuckled, “Do you even have to ask?”

Iruka stroked him, squeezing just enough to be completely maddening, “Hn.”

Iruka kissed that spot right behind his ear, the one that drove him
crazy, and goose bumps made their way upward and downward like tiny
armies laying siege. All playfulness was quickly overshadowed by lust,
and Kakashi felt hard pressed to keep still while Iruka continued to
tie knots against his pale skin, criss-crossing the cords from back to
front in a tight net.

When he’d finished with the first cord, Iruka leaned into Kakashi’s
back, and reached both hands up his sides from hips to chest, curving
his palms around to tease his nipples. Kakashi hissed and reached
behind to grab Iruka’s ass, pulling his lover’s hips tight into his own
backside, but Iruka moved away, biting the back of his shoulder
playfully and coming around the front of him.

“Kneel on the bed, facing away from me,” Iruka said, his voice
holding an edge of similar arousal as he surveyed his work from his new
perspective. Kakashi did what he was asked, kneeling on the edge of the
bed, back straight and thighs angled so he could balance on the plush
surface.

Iruka trailed his fingers over the web of cords on his back, “I’m
going to try something different; you’ll have to tell me afterward what
you think.”

Kakashi grinned, closing his eye, picturing what Iruka was doing
behind him, “As long as you fuck me senseless, I’m going to like it.”

“Tch,” Iruka’s voice was teasing, “Such language.”

Kakashi grinned wider, feeling Iruka move his arms so his wrists
were near to his ankles. It didn’t exactly surprise him when he felt
the second red cord looping around his elbows. He’d been bound like
this the time before last, though it amused him to try and guess what
Iruka was planning.

Once his elbows were bound, he felt Iruka bind his wrists, looping
the cords several times to protect his circulation. Even if his ankles
were next, Iruka would still have a lot of cord left… What was this new
thing he was talking about? Well, at least Iruka was creative and
thoughtful, as well as incredibly sexy and incredibly good in bed. And
damn near insatiable, just like him. He had to be the happiest uke
there ever was.

Kakashi smirked; he’d just had a funny thought, “Iruka-sensei?”

“Aa?” Iruka pulled on the cords, tightening the knots and binding
Kakashi’s wrists right behind his hip bones, linking them to the
webbing of the first cord.

“Which of the boys do you think is the seme?”

Iruka scolded him, “Kakashi!” Then after a moment, “I thought you didn’t want any more talking?”

Kakashi laughed, feeling the red cord move to his ankle, “Maaa, I’m just curious to hear your opinion.”

“Tch,” Iruka sounded a little embarrassed by the topic, and Kakashi
enjoyed hearing him be a bit flustered. “It’s perfectly obvious who the
seme is, Kakashi.”

Kakashi grinned, “Well of course it’s obvious, to you and me… but do you think they know?”

Iruka sighed; he was definitely embarrassed. “I’m sure they’ll figure it out soon enough.”

He sounded like he wanted to end the discussion, moving the cords to
Kakashi’s other ankle and making quick work of tying the knots to match
his other side. Kakashi found he had to arch his back to keep his
ankles as close to his wrists as Iruka wanted them.

The Jounin couldn’t resist taunting him one last time, “So what do you think they’re doing right now?”

“GAH!” Iruka smacked him on his thigh, “I refuse to discuss them in that…that… inappropriate way, Kakashi!”

Kakashi laughed heartily; it was so much fun to tease Iruka. But
that was when he felt Iruka’s hand slip between his legs, pushing the
cords through. His whole body tensed at the unexpected move.

“Hmmm, not so funny anymore, eh? Kakashi-sensei?”

Iruka moved gently onto the bed, facing him with a smirk and being
careful not to rock the mattress too much. Kakashi stayed balanced,
looking down at Iruka’s hands as they created a strange red pattern
with the cords, both around his testicles and down the length of his
cock and back.

“That’s new,” Kakashi commented, wondering if he should be more
worried or excited at this new twist to their usual bondage play.

Iruka grinned, planting a sensual kiss on his lips, “Just wait.” And
then he pushed the cords back underneath him, sliding carefully off the
bed.

Kakashi couldn’t take his eye off himself. His survival instincts
screamed at him to get the cords off his dick as quickly as he could.
And yet, the perverted side of him thought it was artistic, and was
curious what it would feel like if he climaxed while they were snug.
Just then he felt Iruka pull on the cords, sending a pulse of pleasure
over his length. He couldn’t be sure unless he looked, but it felt like
Iruka had just tied off the ends so that they connected to the knots
that bound his wrists and ankles.

“Saa,” Iruka caressed satisfied hands up the back of his arms to his
shoulders, playing along his shoulder blades and back down the curve of
his spine. “Don’t move. I have to get something.”

Kakashi felt his arousal stretch as tight as the scarlet cords wrapping his body, “Iruka… hayaku.”

“Just a second,” Iruka had moved a few feet away, and Kakashi heard the telltale rustle of his Yukata. “And I mean it. Don’t move.”

Kakashi concentrated on breathing, though the more he looked at his
cock, the more he thought about Iruka, the more he wanted to be fucked,
and the more he wondered if he’d really have these red cords wrapped
around him when he climaxed. His pulse was quickening and starting to
throb in the places he was tied, even underneath the silver gloves.

“Er… Kakashi?” Iruka was still rustling his Yukata, “Where did you hide your lube?”

Kakashi held his breath, and then fought the urge to laugh. He’d
totally forgotten he’d slipped it to Sasuke. “Oh, uh… you’ll have to
get yours. Your Yukata is still by the door.”

He heard only silence for a moment. Iruka’s voice was nervous when he continued, “Uh, well… actually I don’t have any with me…”

“What?” Kakashi tried to look over his shoulder, “I thought you started carrying some a while ago?”

Iruka sighed defensively, “Well, you’re the pervert! I mean, you had enough weapons hidden all over you–are you really saying you forgot it?”

“Nevermind,” Kakashi grumbled, gesturing with his chin towards the left end table, “There’s some in there, I think.”

“No,” Iruka put his hands on his hips, “We used that up last week, remember?”

“Hmmm.” Kakashi did remember. Great. Sasuke had better be getting some use out of the gift for all the grief it was causing at the moment.

“The desk? Did we put some in there?”

Iruka grumbled, stepping over the pile of weapons and walking to it.
He opened the drawers, rifling through some random papers and junk that
Kakashi never used anyways, “I don’t see any…”

“Hmmmm,” Kakashi thought.

“Kakashi!” Iruka sounded alarmed, “Is there really none in your
entire apartment?” Kakashi grimaced; Iruka sounded like he might become
hysterical. And he wasn’t the one who was tied.

Sex without lube was something he’d rather not contemplate unless he
and Iruka were stuck in enemy territory facing the last minutes of
their lives.

“Of course there is,” Kakashi sincerely hoped he was telling the truth.

“But what if there’s not?”

“There has to be some somewhere… where else would we have put it?”

“I don’t know, it’s your apartment!” Iruka huffed, pacing.

“Well, check in the bathroom,” Kakashi suggested, “I’m sure we had some silicone-based stuff in there at one time.”

He heard Iruka disappear, and held his breath. He could hear the
slight creak of the mirrored cabinet being opened, and then the rustle
of his shower curtain. Iruka’s returning footsteps were alarmingly
quick, and he closed his eyes, hoping they hadn’t struck out. He didn’t
want to imagine what might happen if they didn’t find some, although he
did find it a strange coincidence that they both would be without their normal supply.

He also wasn’t thrilled at the idea of shampoo or margarine as emergency substitutes.

Thankfully they wouldn’t need either, since Iruka rushed over to
grab him around the shoulders and hold a nearly full bottle of lube out
for him to see. “You were right!” Iruka exclaimed, kissing the side of
his neck with a wet smack.

“Thank God,” Kakashi relaxed, sighing audibly with relief.

“I was so worried,” Iruka chuckled, setting the lube aside for the
moment and running his hands over Kakashi’s back, like he was trying to
reassure himself that he was still there, still tied, and still ready
for whatever was on the menu.

Kakashi couldn’t help but tease, since they were both so relieved, “That’ll teach you to always have some on you, ne Iruka?”

Iruka gasped in false affront, then chuckled, “And saying things like that will only get you punished.” Iruka was standing close behind him, warm and solid.

“Hn,” Kakashi moved his hands back to reach Iruka’s cock, and halted abruptly, sucking in a breath of surprise—

The red cords, so artfully covering most of his body, were indeed
tied with a new feature: When he moved his hands—and probably his
ankles, too—the knots along his cock tightened ever-so-slightly.
Kakashi froze, not sure if he really wanted to test it further.

“Aaaaaah,” Iruka’s voice was low and sexy, the excitement of the
past moments forgotten in the face of uninterrupted delights to come.
“I see you’ve discovered my little trick.” He trailed his fingertips
down the back of Kakashi’s triceps, and the Jounin bit his tongue at
the goose-bumps that broke out.

“Very interesting, Iruka-sensei,” was all he said, though
he rather enjoyed being in the predicament. All thoughts now centered
between his legs, caught in Iruka’s clever trap. At this moment, the
tightness of the cords was arousing. But how much tighter could it get
before it was too much?

“I’m always thinking of you, Kakashi-sensei,” Iruka said, reaching
around to his front to tease his nipples. Kakashi groaned, throwing his
head back and trying not to arch his back any further in desire. Still,
the cords tightened a little bit more.

Iruka moved his hands down the front of Kakashi’s body to his hips,
and then down the top of his long thighs to his knees. The hands
shifted to the inside of Kakashi’s thighs, fingertips drawing towards
his groin with tantalizing, slow pressure. Kakashi really had to fight
not to squirm.

“How do you like it? Is it good?” Iruka asked, his chest against
Kakashi’s back and his hands reaching into that tender spot where the
thigh and hip connect, rubbing over the length of cord that nestled
there.

“You do tie a good knot, Iruka-sensei…” Kakashi replied, shifting to
keep his balance and feeling the web tighten still a little further.
His heart was racing—this slow torture might actually do him in.

“You are so damn sexy, Kakashi,” Iruka said, placing a trail of
kisses across his shoulders and moving his hands away from his crotch.
He placed one hand on Kakashi’s stomach.

“Especially from back here.” Iruka’s other hand moved to his ass, reaching to touch his sensitive entrance without warning.

Kakashi bucked from the surprising pleasure, and would have fallen
if it weren’t for Iruka’s strong arm across his middle. The cords
tightened accordingly, and he squirmed from the intensity, alternately
trying to move towards Iruka’s touch and away from it in a volley of
conflicting instinctual reactions. He broke out in a sweat, moaning,
feeling very, very close to climaxing.

“Iruka…” was about all he could get out.

Iruka kissed the back of his neck, and to his relief reached for the
lube. Kakashi struggled to be still, although every part of him was
urging him to break out of the cords. He knew logically that he could;
he was a Special Jounin, and escaping rope-jutsus was a Genin level
skill.

But that was the whole point of these situations he and Iruka created on occasion—Kakashi was choosing
to yield. And it was only with Iruka that he could relax, let someone
else’s strength and desires take the lead, and he could allow himself
the simple pleasure of relinquishing control for the duration of their
lovemaking.

He suspected it was the same for Iruka—Iruka who always thought of
others and put others’ needs above his own. With him, Iruka could be
the one in charge. Iruka could decide exactly what he wanted and take
it, knowing that he was also making Kakashi happy in the process.

The lube was cool on Iruka’s fingers, and Kakashi whimpered from the
intimate touch. Iruka circled his entrance, and then slid one finger
inside. Kakashi couldn’t help but squirm, and he hissed in a breath at
the cords still tightening their hold on his cock. He really wasn’t
going to last long.

Iruka kissed his neck, teasing his skin with his teeth as he slid a
second finger inside with the first. Kakashi rocked his pelvis,
groaning at the wonderfully familiar sensations of Iruka’s
finger-penetration in contrast to the very new feeling of the cords on
his cock.

Both together were unbelievable.

“I…ru…ka…” Kakashi whimpered more insistently. Iruka
growled against his neck, angling his fingers just right to rub his
G-spot in steady strokes.

Kakashi groaned, twitching from the explosion of pleasure, and
feeling the cords constrict right at the edge where pleasure and pain
blurred. He thrust his hips, letting Iruka’s arm support him while
giving himself over to the hotness of it all, falling into the
emptiness that preceded shocking levels of pleasure. He cried out with
his orgasm, shooting hot trails all over the bed in front of him,
completely amazed at the range.

Iruka slowly withdrew his fingers, pulling Kakashi against his
chest, who was panting and sighing from the rush. Iruka shifted to the
side, leaning over his shoulder to kiss his cheek, and Kakashi turned
his neck to meet his mouth with hungry passion. Iruka moaned, no doubt
turned on from the sight of what had just happened, kissing him back
with sensual heat. Iruka soon broke off their kissing with a laugh.

“Saa, I better get you out of this, at least somewhat.” He gave him a peck, and then moved his hands to the tangle of knots around Kakashi’s backside.

The twisting cords around Kakashi’s cock had loosened already, since
he wasn’t erect anymore, but it was a relief to have them gone when
Iruka had undone the knots that bound him there and at his ankles. Now
a bit less constrained, he reached his long, gloved fingers towards
Iruka, smirking when he found a hard erection behind him.

“Iruka-sensei,” He teased, hearing Iruka chuckle and lean into his hands, “Look what we have here.”

“Hmmm,” Iruka was working the knots at his wrists, “Now what are we going to do with that?”

The knots fell away, and Kakashi stretched his wrists a little, getting the blood going again, “I can think of several options…”

Iruka chuckled, unwinding the cord from his elbows and freeing his
limbs. Kakashi twisted around, stepping from the bed on wobbly legs and
hastily grabbing Iruka around the ribs. Iruka caught him before he
fell, and Kakashi grinned, finding his balance and kissing his lover
with an agile tongue. He shifted from foot to foot, bending his knees
to get them used to holding his weight again.

Kakashi pulled their bodies close together, noticing all the places
their skin couldn’t touch because of the net of cords still tied to his
torso. He made his gloved hands busy, touching Iruka’s neck, shoulders,
chest and back, pleased at the shivers he felt from his lover. Iruka
broke off the kiss, distracted by what Kakashi was doing, and he rested
his chin on Kakashi’s shoulder, curling fingers into the knot-work
across his back and relaxing his arms.

Kakashi chuckled, hearing Iruka sigh contentedly from the continual
stroking Kakashi was doing to his body. Kakashi moved his thumbs to
Iruka’s nipples, coordinating their teasing, circular strokes, and felt
Iruka tense. He trailed his fingertips down Iruka’s stomach, bracing
one hand on his hip, curling his other hand around Iruka’s hard cock
and hearing Iruka gasp.

“Hmmm,” Kakashi whispered seductively, “You really like these gloves, don’t you?”

Iruka nodded against his shoulder, “Mmm-hmmmm.”

Kakashi grinned, “Then maybe we should do it like this—”

He grabbed Iruka tight and launched them both onto the bed, Iruka landing on his back right in the puddle of his orgasm.

“Hey!” Iruka laughed, as Kakashi adjusted his knees on either side of him, snuggling close.

“There’s plenty more where that came from,” he teased, running his gloved fingers across Iruka’s collarbones.

“I sincerely hope so,” Iruka curled his fingers into the knots on
the front of Kakashi’s body, pulling him down for a long, wet kiss.
Kakashi moved to touch Iruka’s nipple, swirling the satin glove around
the tight peak. Iruka moaned, and he kept it up until Iruka was fairly
squirming.

Kakashi reached for the bottle of lube, tapping Iruka’s hand with
it, “Here, get us nice and ready.” He held up his gloved hands, “So I
don’t get these messy.”

Iruka grinned, rolling his eyes but doing as he asked. Kakashi
braced his weight on hands and knees, giving Iruka enough room to slick
his erection, and tease him with his fingers, even though he was still
ready from before. Kakashi moaned, smiling down into Iruka’s eyes, and
then kissing him. He could feel the blood starting to collect in his
own cock, still marked on the skin by the snugness of the cords.

Iruka held his rigid cock steady, moving a hand to Kakashi’s hip and
squeezing. They broke off their kissing for the moment, and Kakashi
gently and carefully lowered himself down onto his lover. He watched
the expression on Iruka’s face, biting his lower lip and closing his
eyes as he slid further and further inside him, his chocolate brown
hair spread out on the pillows.

Kakashi sighed, rocking his hips and making them both gasp. He
leaned forward, finding Iruka’s mouth and kissing him until they were
both breathless. Then he started to move, slowly, steadily, a rhythm
that was exciting but wouldn’t let them climax too soon. Iruka ran his
hands along his thighs, and Kakashi used his gloved hands and fingers
to touch Iruka everywhere he could reach.

It made Iruka moan, and he coordinated his hands and hips in a way
effortless for an upper-class ninja, content to draw out their
lovemaking for as long as he could, or at least until Iruka was ready
to come. They were both working up a sweat, the beads of it dampening
the palms of his gloves, though it seemed to increase Iruka’s pleasure
as they dragged across his skin.

“Kakashi…” Iruka’s voice was breathy, highly aroused.

“Hmm?” Kakashi whispered, also beginning to pant from the activity.

“Roll over.”

Kakashi’s stomach dropped, his cock twitching from the hotness of
his lover’s request. He didn’t even think about rebelling, just moved
them flawlessly across the surface of his enormous bed so that he was
now on his back.

Iruka kissed him, holding still. Kakashi enjoyed these moments, when
they were so intimately linked, just kissing and collecting themselves
before starting up again. It was wonderfully sweet.

Then Iruka sat back on his heels, drawing Kakashi’s long legs on
either side of him. Kakashi watched as Iruka reached for his hands,
bringing them towards his groin, and settling them onto his now
throbbing erection.

Iruka winked, “Show me what those gloves can do.”

Kakashi grinned, and began to stroke himself, making it a big show
for Iruka as he began to thrust. He groaned, watching Iruka watching
his hands. The smooth gloves really did feel good, almost like they
were someone else’s hands altogether. He had to admit the sight was
erotic, and Iruka clearly agreed—he was picking up the pace almost as
if he didn’t realize that he was doing it.

Kakashi found himself caught between sensations again, first
concentrating on the feel of Iruka inside him, and then remembering to
also work his hard length at the same time. He closed his eye so he
could focus on matching his hand with Iruka’s hips, and began to pant
again from the intensity. He knew from experience that Iruka could go
like this for a long time, and he moaned like one who knows his torture
isn’t anywhere close to ending.

Iruka chuckled, “I love seeing you like this, ‘Kashi…”

Kakashi opened his eye, seeing Iruka’s enjoyment clearly showing on his flushed cheeks,

“See what you do to me, Iruka…” He smiled, giving his cock a few
exaggerated strokes, and seeing Iruka bite his lip to keep back a groan
of desire.

Iruka adjusted the angle of his thrusts, and Kakashi groaned. Dear
God, how did he know just how to make him crazy? He clenched his teeth.

“Ru-ru… harder…”

Iruka shifted them again, getting better leverage and then thrusting
with increasing speed and power. Kakashi threw his head back from the
onslaught of sensation, gasping from the immense pleasure. He couldn’t
stop his hand, his wrist, working himself in time with Iruka’s rhythm
until he came in a hot succession of creamy spurts. It got on the
gloves, but somehow he didn’t think Iruka would care.

Iruka gasped from the erotic sight of his orgasm, and was now
panting and thrusting in earnest, still sending waves of pleasure
throughout Kakashi’s body with every calculated movement of his hips.
Kakashi knew Iruka was close when his rhythm faltered, just for a
second, and then he made several long and deep thrusts, a primal
growling noise escaping his throat as he climaxed.

Neither of them could move at first, Kakashi flinging his arms to
the sides in contentment, and Iruka just trying to keep himself
upright. They did look at each other, however, and Kakashi felt warm
from the mutual affection and lust they both held in their eyes.
Eventually, disengaged, Iruka moved up beside him, laying his head on
Kakashi’s outstretched arm.

Kakashi rolled on his side, wrapping his other arm across him. “Ne…
Iruka,” he asked, kissing the soft brown hair at his temple, and
pulling off the sticky gloves.

“Hmmm?” Iruka closed his eyes, relaxing.

“Do you remember the first time we did that?” Kakashi grinned, seeing Iruka’s embarrassed smile spread over his face.

“Of course I remember,” Iruka chuckled, bending his elbow and
touching his arm where it crossed his body, “I actually passed out for
a moment.”

Kakashi chuckled, “I thought it was so cute, once I knew you were okay.”

“Tch,” Iruka commented, though he was still smiling. He opened his
eyes, and turned to look at him, the smile becoming more serious, “I
love you, you know.”

“Of course I know,” Kakashi replied, “I love you too.”

Iruka snuggled against him, “I know.”

And they both proceeded to prove it, over and over.

Before he fell asleep, Kakashi smiled, curled up with a
freshly-showered, sleeping Iruka and thinking of all the laundry he’d
be doing the next day.

Love was really messy sometimes–if you expressed it correctly.

♦

Naruto wished for the first time that he possessed Byakugan.

Because then he could see all the amazing details of Uchiha
Sasuke—the Uchiha Sasuke that was sitting in a heap of discarded
clothing and kissing him deeply—without having to move away from him to
open the shades of his window. He grudgingly twisted his lips away from
Sasuke’s.

“Chotto,” he said, scrambling to his feet.

If they were ever going to get to his bed they were going to need
some light. He impatiently finished sliding his underwear down his legs
and over the boots, kicking them aside and glad to be rid of them, then
bumped and banged his way over to his bed, kneeling on it and reaching
for the two plastic shades.

He gave a short tug on each and let go. They rolled all the way to
the top with a whirring and a snap, allowing the full moon’s glowing
light to bathe the room in silvery beams. Yosh!

He turned on his bed, seeing Sasuke kneeling on the floor where it
was still dark, looking up at him as he undid the last straps of his
last boot. Naruto grinned, hopping off his bed when Sasuke gasped, and
held up a hand.

“Wait,” Sasuke said, “Stop right where you are.”

He was staring at him intently, eyes wide, and Naruto felt suddenly alarmed, halting in the middle of his floor.

“What?” he asked, looking around, then looking back to Sasuke. Didn’t he want him to come back?

Sasuke finished taking off his boot and leg wrappings, never moving
his eyes from Naruto’s, and stood slowly. He was just outside the line
that the moonlight made on the floor, completely nude, glowing in the
muted, reflected light like he was underwater. Naruto swallowed.

“Er… Sasuke?” he asked, nervous.

Sasuke smirked, his eyes shifting to the red of his bloodline limit,
“If you could see what I’m looking at, you wouldn’t be asking me
questions.”

Naruto looked around again. Everything in his tiny apartment looked
just like it always did, and he creased his brows, confused.

Sasuke stepped into the light, and Naruto felt his cheeks flush from
the shocking beauty of him, darkly powerful, illumined by the moon, the
central bead of his necklace gleaming at his throat. Naruto could feel
the arteries in his neck palpitating furiously, and he thought he might
go blind—or mad—from the erotic sight.

Sasuke stalked over to him, wide-shouldered and narrow-hipped
masculine perfection. The pulse in Naruto’s neck trembled like a mouse
underneath a tiger’s paw, wholly captivated by snarling jaws in its
last moments of life. Naruto could hardly breathe, feeling
unaccountably nervous about Sasuke closing the distance.

What had been so simple in the dark seemed so much more profound now
that he could see all the different things that filled Sasuke’s
eyes–and Sasuke was looking at him.

He didn’t dare move, caught like he’d been so many other times—half
of him wanting to rush forward, the other half wanting to spring back.
Sasuke made his way across the room, oblivious to his own nudity, and
came within an arm’s length of Naruto. Naruto stopped breathing
altogether.

Sasuke touched his hair, stroking his fingers through it, and
tucking a tuft of it behind his ear. Naruto sighed from the goose-bumps
that rampaged across his tanned skin, and Sasuke gave him a half smile.

“Kami-sama,” his rival said, his voice and eyes equally approving.
Sasuke touched down the line of his neck, trailing his fingers across
the length of his shoulder and back along his collarbone to his throat.
Naruto’s skin burst into flames.

Sasuke moved his eyes down Naruto’s body to his feet, sweeping back
up to lock gazes with him. Naruto gasped when Sasuke’s hand brushed
past his left nipple, sending a spark of pleasure as it descended down
his tummy to his hip. Sasuke nudged him to turn around with a steady
pressure, and Naruto shifted his feet along with the guiding touch
until he was facing the other way.

He blinked against the light streaming in his window, and tensed
when he felt Sasuke’s strong arms wrap around him. One came across his
stomach, the other across his chest, and Sasuke’s warm, muscular, very
naked body snuggled up behind him as he rested his chin on Naruto’s
shoulder. This slow kind of touching made him nervous, even while it
was thrilling—everything was suddenly, excruciatingly new.

“Look.” Sasuke nodded his head towards the glass.

Naruto looked again, refocusing his eyes on their faint reflections
in the flat panes of the window. Sasuke’s creamy skin shimmered from
the moonlight, radiating sexual energy back to Naruto through the
glare. He looked at where their bodies touched, the lean muscles of
Sasuke’s arms complimented by the thicker muscles of Naruto’s torso,
their skin two different shades of power and strength.

It made Naruto’s jaw drop in realization; this was the first time
he’d ever seen himself with Sasuke, just the two of them, up close. His
heart gave a lurch—they really looked good together. Really good. Like a real couple.

Naruto blushed, hot, and Sasuke chuckled close to his ear. “See how sexy you are?”

“Me?” Naruto was incredulous; Sasuke was the sexy one, not him. “You’re the one with the fan-club.”

“Hn,” Sasuke purred, sliding both his hands down Naruto’s body to
his thighs, showing him off like a priceless work of art and smirking.
“You think this isn’t sexy?”

Naruto flushed even hotter, “Sasuke…”

He watched it all in the reflection, feeling the warm pressure of
Sasuke’s palms against his skin. They were calm and still, so close to
other parts of him, but making no moves as of yet. Even inches away,
their presence was enough to make him twitch. He glanced down, feeling
a little shy, and a lot turned on.

Sasuke chuckled, moving his arms back to wrap around him, snug.
Naruto closed his eyes, feeling Sasuke’s warm lips against his neck
kissing him sweetly. Sasuke’s next words were teasing rather than
sarcastic.

“Nice boots.”

Naruto chuckled, relaxing, “Yeah?”

“Hmm,” Sasuke nodded, “Nice gloves, too.”

Naruto grinned, “They’re awesome, aren’t they?” He held his arms in
front of him, twisting them both ways to look at the gleaming buckles
and shiny leather.

Sasuke gave him a squeeze, teasing further, “I guess I win.”

Naruto watched his reflection, perplexed, “What do you mean?”

Sasuke smirked, “For being the most naked.”

“Teme!” Naruto turned his head to try and see Sasuke’s face, grinning, “That means I win—for getting you naked first!”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow as he rocked his hips against Naruto’s
backside, and Naruto made a yip of surprise. Oh yes—Sasuke was indeed
naked. Naked and hard. Naked and hard and looking at him like he’d just become dinner. Naruto swallowed.

If Sasuke hadn’t kissed him right then, it would have happened only
a moment later; Naruto was already twisting his neck around and
reaching his left hand into that silky black hair that he couldn’t seem
to stop touching. Sasuke’s tongue was wonderfully long, and moving
against his own now like they’d had years of practice. He felt his
belly twitch in yearning; was this what it would always be like? So
unbelievably hot, and increasingly more intense?

Sasuke was a tensai. Naruto had never considered until now what it might be like if his teammate put all his brainpower into sexual mastery.

Naruto shuddered, and Sasuke held him tighter, kissing him
completely breathless. Naruto twisted the rest of his body around to
ease the strain on his neck, pulling his rival closer with his free
arm. He started inching backwards towards the bed, Sasuke moving
forward a little too quick in his eagerness, making him lose his
balance.

Naruto held on tight and angled their fall to land more or less
lengthwise on the twin bed—he didn’t much like the idea of hitting his
head on the wall, even if he did like the idea of Sasuke
tumbling down with him. They landed on their sides, bouncing slightly,
both of them automatically protecting their more vulnerable areas.

Naruto grinned, shifting a bit on the mattress, “Try not to knock me out, you jerk!”

“Hn,” Sasuke leaned his body up so Naruto could move the buckled
glove from underneath his ribs, which had deep red imprints of the
clasps, “Try not to leave any scars, moron.”

Naruto started to glare, but Sasuke had that mischievous look that
meant he was joking, and Naruto kissed him quickly on the mouth.

“Then how ‘bout I take these off,” Naruto suggested, grinning and
reaching to the buckles of his gloves, not waiting for an answer.

“Definitely,” Sasuke sat up, reaching to his feet.

Sasuke had both of the boots off before Naruto had managed to finish
with one glove, and made taunting comments while he finished the task.
It annoyed Naruto to no end, and as soon as his body was completely
unencumbered Naruto tackled his teammate and ground him into the layers
of blankets.

As he’d begun to expect, Sasuke kissed him back but growled and
tried to shift himself on top. They grappled for a while, a sexy game
of seeing who could keep himself on top the longest, and Naruto was so
aroused when Sasuke nibbled his earlobe that for a few moments he
forgot to counterattack. Naruto moaned, tensing underneath Sasuke and
closing his eyes, and then giving in to the sensations, made all the
more erotic by Sasuke’s self-satisfied chuckling.

Sasuke slowly and surely began to drive him wild. He moved his lips
and tongue from Naruto’s ear, to his cheek, along his jaw, across his
throat, up the other side… Naruto found it difficult to process all the
sensations, and just held his rival close.

This was a tenderness he’d never experienced before—it made Naruto
struggle to name all the different emotional responses within him.

Some things were easier to identify. There was desire between them;
Naruto knew they were both aware of the obvious signs of it as they lay
entwined, but Sasuke seemed to want to take his time. Naruto sighed,
running his refreshingly naked palms over his teammate’s back, and then
over his thigh where it crossed his body.

His stomach flipped whenever he became aware that this was Sasuke. It was hard to believe that he was really here, so close, and Naruto was really allowed to touch him.

Sasuke was licking that little hollow at the base of his neck, as if
he were strategically memorizing the details of his body like he would
an A-Class mission. Naruto considered the things he’d learned about his
rival so far, and found himself grinning with curiosity. What else
did Sasuke like? Naruto smirked, wanting to unlock the secret things
that would get Uchiha Sasuke to make more pleasure-noises like the
one’s he heard so far.

Intrigued, Naruto shifted his body enough to reach his hand between
them. He wrapped his fingers around Sasuke’s hardness, stroking the
length of it slowly, comparing it to his own. Sasuke paused, his mouth
hovering above Naruto’s collarbone. Naruto kept touching him, rubbing
the moisture at the tip with his thumb, and wondering what it tasted
like. Sasuke made pleased, appreciative noises, returning to his
methodical exploration of Naruto’s neck and chest.

Naruto loved the warm, wet trails that Sasuke was leaving on his
skin, as if drawing a map so he knew how to get back to the beginning.
Sasuke clearly liked licking him; Naruto remembered their first
experience at the river, Sasuke’s hot tongue dancing over his stomach,
tingling from his chakra. He had an image of himself, licking Sasuke’s
stomach, and then lower, until Sasuke screamed his name from it.

Naruto shuddered from the ensuing wave of desire—he had to find out what every part of Sasuke tasted like.

He withdrew his hand so he could push Sasuke’s hip. “Oi, roll over.”

“Nope.” Sasuke answered between licks, tensing his thigh so that Naruto wouldn’t be able to move him easily.

Naruto creased his brows. Then he slipped his hand back where it had
been, stroking Sasuke’s cock for emphasis. “Oi, I said roll over. It’s
my turn to lick you.”

That got his rival’s attention.

“Hn,” Sasuke remarked, lifting his head to regard him, his eyes
calculating. After a pause, he smirked, “Do you think you can handle
it?” He moved his thigh, leaning back on one elbow to regard him coolly.

“You won’t last five minutes,” Naruto boasted, sliding down Sasuke’s body and grinning at him.

He scooted backwards until he was resting beside Sasuke’s massive
erection, propped up on his elbow and already salivating. Then he
almost quailed; it looked so much bigger up close! How the hell was he supposed to do this? He swallowed, looking at the thick length and suddenly feeling very nervous.

Sasuke’s erection was like solid marble, curving up his belly in a
long arc. Naruto licked his lips; it looked delicious, waiting for him
in that bored, superior way that was so much a part of Sasuke—more
drops of fluid glistening proudly at the slit.

Sasuke stretched himself out like a cat, folding his hands behind
his head and watching him gather the nerve to begin. Naruto glanced up
his body, so ungodly beautiful in the soft moonlight, meeting Sasuke’s
challenging eyes with a determined glare of his own. Then he turned
back to Sasuke’s groin, focusing on the task at hand.

Naruto leaned forward, deciding to start at the top, licking the
drops from its tip. He used his hand to hold Sasuke steady, reflecting
on how he felt different than his own erection. He licked his tongue
across that proud slit, tasting the salty-sweet droplets that had
collected. Sasuke inhaled sharply, and Naruto couldn’t help but glance
up at his teammate. That had definitely been a happy noise, and so
Naruto continued to lick the soft skin at the head until it glistened
from his saliva.

Naruto braced himself, gathering his courage and opening his mouth
wide, fitting his lips around Sasuke’s erection. He started to take him
into his mouth, but his lips caught on the skin of the shaft. ‘More moisture,’
he dedided. Naruto backed off, using his wet tongue to lick soft, wide
strokes all around him, and hearing Sasuke let out a soft moan. It made
Naruto shiver with pleasure, and he started to relax, licking the
surface of Sasuke’s cock and making it slippery.

He tried again, this time taking it into his mouth more easily until
it touched the back of his throat. He instinctively tensed then, unused
to something so large poking him where he shouldn’t be poked, and he
withdrew so he could get used to the feel of it. He paused, still
sucking gently at the tip while glancing up to see Sasuke’s reactions.

His rival’s eyes were heavy with arousal, watching him intently, and
it made things in Naruto’s belly tighten with anticipation. He wanted
to see Sasuke cry out, lose a little bit of that rigidity he was so
famous for. He wanted to see the expression on Sasuke’s face when he
made him come, and he wanted to know exactly what he tasted like.

All these things flashed across Naruto’s mind, and then he thought
about what he should do to make those things happen. He thought about
everything he’d learned about his teammate in this one evening, while
he got used to the taste and texture and feel of him in his mouth. He
increased his suction as he took him to the back of his throat again,
remembering how Sasuke had reacted when he nibbled and sucked on his
neck.

Sasuke let out a moan between clenched teeth, and Naruto wanted to
grin. He’d definitely liked that! Naruto repeated the movement, holding
him steady while increasing the suction as he moved back and forth.

He could hear Sasuke breathing faster through his parted lips.
Naruto felt a surge of confidence—this was easy! It was kinda like
eating Ramen; slurping the noodles quickly so your tongue didn’t get
burned. He concentrated on this, using his tongue as well as his fist
to help guide how far back it went.

Sasuke made another noise of arousal, and Naruto was even more
pleased with himself. This time he couldn’t help it, and he grinned as
he slid his mouth back down around Sasuke’s length. For a second his
teeth grazed the sensitive skin, and Sasuke twitched underneath him and
cried out. Naruto froze—he hadn’t meant to hurt him—

“Don’t stop!” Sasuke urged, and Naruto had to look to be sure Sasuke really meant it.

One look and Naruto knew without a doubt that he’d better comply immediately.

Naruto redoubled his efforts, sliding Sasuke’s cock in and out of
his mouth with slippery ease, maintaining the friction and adding
experimental tongue licks whenever he changed directions. Sasuke was
breathing harder, and Naruto could feel his thighs tense where they
rested against his body. He jumped when he felt Sasuke’s hand on his
shoulder.

“More…” Sasuke’s voice was breathy, squeezing his shoulder for emphasis.

‘More what?’ Naruto wondered, and so he did more of everything.

He was rewarded by a loud groan, and Sasuke’s fingers gripping
deeper into his shoulder. It hurt, but he was so excited that he was
succeeding, Naruto didn’t care. He’d heal whatever damage Sasuke did to
him by morning anyways.

“Unff, Naruto…” Sasuke groaned his name, sending a thrill down his spine, then whispering, “More

teeth…”

Naruto widened his eyes at this clarification—Sasuke couldn’t
be serious! He almost froze again from the surprise, but Sasuke
suddenly gripped his other shoulder, and Naruto heard his rival say a
word he was pretty sure he hadn’t ever heard before—

“Pleeeease…”

Naruto took one look into those pleading black eyes, and knew there was nothing he could ever deny Uchiha Sasuke.

With a growl of arousal, Naruto slid his lips back down Sasuke’s
cock, grazing his teeth gently along the length of him to as far deep
as he could handle it. Sasuke groaned, and Naruto now recalled how much
Sasuke had liked it earlier when he’d bit his neck; he should have
known that Sasuke would like the feel of teeth here as well.

It didn’t take much longer before he heard Sasuke’s breathing turn
into panting, and then Sasuke’s muscles started to tremble underneath
him. Naruto’s stomach flipped in giddy excitement; he was about to
learn some of the most intimate things you could know about someone,
and this was not just ‘someone’ to him—this was his Most Precious Person.

His main warning was when Sasuke’s back suddenly arched, and for a
moment Naruto had a flash of fear—what if he choked! That would be
really embarrassing. He watched with eager blue eyes as
Sasuke threw back his head, making an erotic and deeply primal noise as
he climaxed. But when Naruto tasted the milky-sweetness of his
teammate’s seed pouring over his tongue he swallowed automatically, and
made sure to lick up every last drop.

It wasn’t quite as salty as Ramen, but it was definitely a flavor he wanted to taste just as often.

Naruto slowly caressed the spent cock with his tongue, looking up
Sasuke’s body and grinning at his half-lidded expression of bliss. That
was certainly something he’d never seen before, and he memorized it,
burning it into his brain for instant retrieval at any point in time.

Altogether pleased with himself, he sprang up on hands and knees and
straddled his rival, moving closer and stroking his damp black hair
back from his face. It made him even more pleased that Sasuke had at
some point broken out in a sweat. All his previous nervousness was
gone, and he snuggled down against him and planted kisses all over his
face, wiggling with glee.

“Usurakontachi,” Sasuke chuckled, catching his mouth in a sensual kiss.

Naruto settled down, enjoying the knowledge that he’d made Sasuke
happy, while wondering absently if Sasuke could taste his own personal
flavor while his tongue was reaching so far inside his mouth…

Naruto froze, feeling Sasuke’s strong hands grab hold of his behind.
Sasuke held him tight, kissing him thoroughly, and then moved his hands
up along his back to sink into his blond hair. Naruto pulled back so he
could see Sasuke’s face, which was smirking wickedly at him.

“Naruto,” he said, curling his fingers around the back of his head.

“What?” Naruto asked, not following the odd expression in front of him.

Sasuke quirked his mouth in a half-smile, taking a deep breath and sighing in satisfaction, “I win.”

“Nani!” Naruto started to argue, incited by the taunt, but Sasuke
anticipated this reaction and pulled his head down, kissing away his
protests. Naruto fumed against his lips. He so totally won, he made
Sasuke come and he did it first! Why did he have to be so aggravating?

Sasuke held their lips together, and Naruto grudgingly calmed down enough for Sasuke to release him.

“Do you know what that means?” Sasuke asked, raising an eloquent eyebrow.

In an uncharacteristic role-reversal, Naruto simply glared.

Sasuke chuckled, pulling Naruto tight against his body and staring into his eyes. “You’re next.”

Naruto shivered at the heat of those words, and Sasuke rolled them
to the side, reversing their positions and then re-centering Naruto in
the middle of the small mattress. It was too much for Naruto to hope
he’d actually be clumsy when maneuvering on his tiny bed. Sasuke kissed
him again, long and slow, possessive, as if Naruto had forgotten who he
was dealing with.

“I did say that I wanted a snack before bedtime,” Sasuke
whispered the words right by his ear, probably knowing that his breath
would make a thousand goose bumps scurry over his neck and shoulder,
inciting a shiver of desire.

Naruto held his breath, feeling Sasuke start to lick a wet trail down the front of his body, lower and lower and lower…

Kami-sama! If this was a snack… what would they have for breakfast?

♦

Iruka sidled up behind Kakashi as he stood at the stove, cooking
their breakfast in the late-morning sunshine, and wearing only an old
pair of shorts and a striped apron.

“I never did thank you for the crêpes yesterday,” Iruka murmured,
kissing the back of his neck and putting his hands in the front pockets
of the apron.

He smiled at this amusing habit of Kakashi’s. Love flooded into
Iruka’s heart, swelling it almost painfully in his chest and chasing
away the anxiety that had collected there since he’d woken up that
morning. Kakashi wiggled his ass against him, chuckling.

“Anything for you, Ru-Ru.” Kakashi twisted his head and Iruka accepted the kiss, melting at the affection underneath the words.

“What are we having today,” he asked, watching over Kakashi’s
shoulder as he stirred, adjusted and prepared their food effortlessly
like the tensai he was.

Kakashi grinned. “Well, I’m a little low on groceries, but I did have enough eggs for some French toast.”

“Mmm,” Iruka said appreciatively, “You make really delicious French toast.”

Kakashi pointed behind him, “I also made your favorite tea.” Iruka
pulled his hands out of the apron pockets and slipped his arms around
Kakashi, giving him a long hug.

“How did you get to be so wonderful?” Iruka kissed his cheek, and then moved to the table and sat down behind the steaming mug.

“You inspire me,” Kakashi winked over his shoulder, dipping bread
into the egg mixture and laying it onto the griddle. The hissing sound
it made while it cooked was somewhat relaxing, and Iruka sipped his tea
quietly, trying not to think about what he needed to get off his chest.

He watched Kakashi, lost in his own thoughts as the Jounin cooked
the toast and sliced some large juicy strawberries to go on top. His
hands made sure movements with the knife, cutting each section of
strawberry the exact same thickness. The smell of the eggs cooking
wafted through the room, and Iruka was all to aware of his growling
stomach. He sipped his tea to hide it.

Kakashi turned off the stove, artfully decorating their plates with
the red fruit. When he was through, he set their breakfast at their
habitual places, and handed Iruka one of the western utensils he kept
around. Iruka smiled warmly, squeezing his arm, and they ate at
leisure, enjoying the peace of being able to wake up and eat together
without the pressures of their regular lives interfering.

Iruka was on his second cup of tea when Kakashi cleared his throat. “Iruka, you’ve been sighing for the last thirty minutes.”

“I have?” Iruka was genuinely surprised; he didn’t remember sighing.

Kakashi cleared their dishes away. He opened the refrigerator and
took the container of strawberries back out, along with a can of
whipped cream. He shook the can in one hand, and beckoned Iruka into
his living room with a jerk of his chin, smiling an invitation.

Iruka knew Kakashi was trying to get him to loosen up, and he loved
him for it, but he felt incredibly anxious about what he had to say. It
was with a heavy step that he followed his lover into the living room,
and curled up on the sofa, nestled in the corner with his feet tucked
up underneath him.

He sipped his tea, and Kakashi, sprawled out on his back the way he
preferred, stretched his long legs across his lap. Iruka rubbed his
hand up and down one of Kakashi’s calves, finding comfort in what he
knew to be one of his nervous gestures.

“Saa,” Kakashi chose a strawberry from the container balanced on his bare abs. “What’s on your mind?”

He added some whipped cream and began to nibble while Iruka watched
him. It was fascinating to watch Kakashi when he ate; Iruka had known
him masked for so long, it was still rather odd at times to be able to see his jaw as he chewed, or watch his lips form words.

Iruka sighed. He had no idea how this conversation would go. “I love
you, you know,” he said sincerely, touching Kakashi’s knee and meeting
his blue eye.

“Of course I know,” Kakashi said jovially, putting aside the
strawberries. Iruka followed the movement, glancing absurdly at the can
of whipped cream. “I love you too. More than anything,” Kakashi
continued.

“I know,” Iruka sighed.

“Why don’t you sound happy about it, Iruka?” Kakashi asked, keeping
his voice light, but Iruka could tell he was watching him closely, and
probably trying to calculate all the possible things that could be
bothering him.

Iruka bit his lip, meeting his eye for a long moment. “I’m going to enter the Hunt.”

Kakashi blinked in surprise, “Oh?” Iruka searched his face, his lips tightening.

“What’s wrong with that?” Kakashi asked.

“Well… nothing,” Iruka glanced away. “But you’re entering too, right?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean anything,” Kakashi folded his hands
behind his head, his pose open and confident. “You’re a Chuunin, I’m a
Jounin. We’re mostly going to be competing with the shinobi at our
respective levels, to see who goes onto the next round.”

Iruka’s brows creased, “Are you saying Chuunin aren’t worth fighting?”

Kakashi shook his head, “No, not at all. But what if you and I were both Chuunin? Or Jounin?”

It was a good question. Kakashi paused, letting him draw his own conclusions before continuing.

“What I’m saying is, because we’re lucky enough to be different ranks you and I don’t have to fight each other, unless we beat everyone else and are matched up in the second round,” Kakashi concluded.

“And what if we are? Don’t you think that’s a possibility?” Iruka was watching him carefully.

“Iruka,” Kakashi sighed, smiling gently, “Of course it’s a
possibility. You’re a very strong ninja, or I wouldn’t be so in love
with you. So if it happens that we have to fight each other, it’ll be a
good one. Ne?”

“I don’t really want to fight you, Kakashi,” Iruka sighed, “I mean, I do. But… I don’t know if I could fight you-fight you, like you weren’t my…” He looked away, “I’m not sure I could fight you like a true shinobi.”

“Hmmm,” Kakashi sat up, moving beside him on the couch. He pulled
Iruka’s legs out from underneath him, and stretched them across his
lap, and then shifted so they were curled up together along the sofa’s
length.

“Being lovers makes this a bit complicated, it’s true.”

Iruka sighed, “I mean, I wasn’t really thinking about entering, until we ran into your friends at the restaurant—”

“Oh no, we’re not back to that again—” Kakashi groaned.

“—they were so obnoxious. And it made me so angry, dismissing us as weaklings—”

“—I tried to tell you already, Asuma was obviously drunk, and Kurenai was just trying to keep him from starting something—”

Iruka put his finger against his mouth to silence him, “—and it wasn’t just them.”

They just looked at each other, and then Iruka continued. “Sasuke
did it too. He looked at me like I could never hit a bull’s-eye in a
million years.”

Kakashi smirked, moving Iruka’s finger, “Little does he know…”

Iruka gaped at the lewd innuendo, “Kakashi!”

Kakashi laughed, “Gomen, gomen!” Kakashi pulled him into a close embrace, “Iruka, who cares what Sasuke
thinks? If you’d seen his face after you pulled off that trick shot,
you’d know that he found it quite impressive. He might even try out to
teach at the Academy now that he’s seen how good you are.”

Iruka chuckled, “That would never happen.”

“Saa, don’t worry about Sasuke,” Kakashi touched Iruka’s cheek gently, “He’s not even entering in the Hunt.”

“What?” Iruka was completely shocked.

That didn’t make any sense—Sasuke was… Well, Sasuke was the type
that everyone automatically expected to win these sorts of things. And
he was skilled enough to do it. Maybe.

“He told me himself,” Kakashi confirmed, smiling, “Although…guess what?”

“What,” Iruka asked, biting the obvious hook.

“He’s helping Naruto get ready for the Hunt; they’ve been training
together,” Kakashi paused for a moment, thoughtful. “Actually… I think Naruto’s one we both should be careful of. He’s altogether unpredictable.”

“Er…I already know a little about the training,” Iruka flushed,
“Naruto said he was so dirty he had to borrow clothes to get home.”

Kakashi laughed loudly, “Not surprising,” he grinned at Iruka. “Sasuke’s training exercise involved strawberries and ninja wire.”

“Oh God…” Iruka gasped, covering his face in embarrassment, “I taught him that training method when he was only nine years old! Well, not the strawberries part.”

Kakashi laughed with perverted glee, and Iruka felt himself turn a
shade of red very close to the strawberries they ate for breakfast.
Kakashi eventually took pity on him and changed the subject.

“Maaa, let’s not worry about what might happen in the Hunt. We can always set our own rules.”

Iruka considered this. It was a reasonable idea. “Like what?”

“Hmmmmm,” Kakashi bent and kissed the scar on his nose. “What if we agree not to fight each other during the first round.”

Iruka bit his lip, “What if you happen to find me when I’m fighting
someone else? I don’t want you to interfere–” He trailed off, hearing
how childish he sounded.

“I trust you to handle yourself,” Kakashi gave him a quick squeeze.
“Likewise I’m sure you trust me not to make any dumb moves,” his
chuckle made Iruka smile, “So we stay out of each other’s fights. No
exceptions.”

Iruka nodded, “Okay.”

“And if we do fight each other in the second round, I expect you to come at me with everything you’ve got,” Kakashi said, his voice serious, his blue eye unwavering.

Iruka swallowed, feeling excited at the possibility. They’d never
even sparred, not really, since it would look too out of place if
anyone caught them. They knew each other either intimately, or from a
distance; this was an opportunity to be what they both truly were,
together. Ninjas.

“Aa,” Iruka agreed, finding himself almost aroused at the idea.

“Of course,” Kakashi dropped his voice to that sultry whisper,
“There is another rule we could make…” He brushed his lips across
Iruka’s.

“What rule is that?” Iruka asked, snuggling closer and twining their bare feet.

“If we find each other and no one’s around,” Kakashi licked along
his bottom lip, “We can always take a break from fighting and have sex
instead.”

Iruka smiled against his lips, “It’s risky… but I like it.” Kakashi
kissed him then, all his worries driven away by Kakashi’s very talented
tongue.

It made Iruka sigh, but this time with contentment.

♦

Sasuke had never, ever slept so well.

His limbs felt completely relaxed, both heavy like he’d been dipped
in lead, and light as if he would just float away if he so much as
twitched. He felt so content, he was perfectly happy to lay still in
this spot for the next ten years.

He inhaled slowly and exhaled, sighing and snuggling deeper into his
blankets. The blankets shifted against him, cradling him in their
protective warmth. ‘What nice blankets, so thoughtful and considerate.’ He was grateful he had blankets like these to nestle against, to hold him snug, to stroke his hair softly and—

Sasuke stiffened, opening his eyes to the shock of the late morning sunlight.

He blinked, body instantly tense and ready to spring, his eyes
flicking over the environment and not making sense of the colors or
shapes. Instead, there was that calm, steady caress through his hair
and he paused—something about this was familiar.

“Oi, sleepyhead.”

He turned his head slowly towards the noise, raising his chin off
the blankets, and looked right into a wide grin that had stopped his
heart on more than one occasion. The grin belonged to a blue-eyed
shinobi, hair tousled and eyes sparkling, and indeed—especially in the
morning sunlight he was utterly, heart stopping gorgeous.

Naruto. Naruto! Sasuke gave a little gasp of surprise when it sunk in.

“I thought you’d never wake up, Teme,” Naruto chuckled, stroking his hair from his face. Sasuke could only gawk at him.

“Er…” Sasuke realized he had no idea what to say.

He was lying mostly on top of Naruto, their legs entwined, and he
could feel Naruto’s strong arm angled across his back, holding their
bodies tight together. He was very aware of exactly how naked they both
were, and he felt absurdly grateful that there really was a blanket—a
soft, thin blue blanket spread over his back, covering them both.
Naruto was still chuckling, touching his cheek in a very tender way.

“Good. Now I don’t have to wake you up!” Naruto began to shift them
to the side, closer to the window, and Sasuke let him scoot out from
under him.

“Be right back! Don’t move!” Naruto’s voice was loud and overly
excited, and Sasuke clutched the blanket up to his chin as he watched
his teammate be himself, skipping buck-naked to his bathroom and taking
a very long piss.

Sasuke glanced around Naruto’s apartment, littered with various
clothing and training gear like some kind of bizarre laundry accident.
He found he remembered where he was after all, and what they’d done
after leaving their sensei—and just how overwhelmingly phenomenal all
of it had been. He felt his cheeks flush brightly at seeing the actual
evidence, scattered in a forensic nightmare all over the place.

What he didn’t remember was feeling so shy—that was new.

Sasuke looked over to the bathroom when he heard the flushing noise
of the toilet, and felt his heart thud in his chest. So … what did they
do now?

Naruto burst out of the door, hopping across the room like the frogs
he summoned and made a giant leap for him. Sasuke held his breath, with
no way to escape off of the narrow bed and only moments to brace
himself before Naruto was landing on hands and knees on top of him.

He held the blanket protectively up to his chin, blinking into Naruto’s face and trying to figure out what to do.

“OHAYO! Sasuke!” Naruto said, catching his lips in a good morning kiss.

A flood of memories crashed into his brain at the feel of his
teammate’s lips, and Sasuke made a noise of surprise. His mouth was
surprisingly tender—well, maybe not so surprising, considering—just a
bit more tender than he might have expected it to be.

It made him strangely proud. This was secret evidence of
their experiences together that he could carry with him for the rest of
the day, his swollen lips a silent testimony that he had finally done
some of the things he’d always wanted to do with Naruto. Before he
could think too much about it, he opened his mouth and pulled Naruto
closer, checking to see if he tasted the same as he had last night.

Naruto sank onto him, moaning appreciatively and stroking his
fingers along his neck and into his black hair. Sasuke made similar
noises as his neck blossomed in goose-bumps from it. He chuckled.
Naruto had certainly surprised him by discovering things Sasuke hadn’t
even known about himself. It was a very strange experience, but an
amazing one too.

Naruto was the one to break the kiss first, panting and laughing, and Sasuke just enjoyed the sight of him. “Ohayo, Naruto.”

“Saa,” Naruto gave his cheek a quick peck, moving off of him, “What do you want for breakfast?”

Predictably, Sasuke’s stomach growled. He placed his palm over it in
dismay, recalling how little he’d eaten over the last day. He was starving.
Naruto was rummaging through his cabinets, revealing rows and rows of
instant Ramen packages. He glanced back with a nervous smile, then
looked in the fridge, then started going through the cabinets again
more frantically. Sasuke smirked, deciding to spare him any
embarrassment.

“Ramen is fine, Naruto.”

“Really?” Naruto turned around, completely oblivious to his own
nudity. Sasuke nodded, trying not to look, and feeling his cheeks
redden anyways.

Who would have thought Naruto would be bigger than him?

Sasuke sat up, keeping the blanket tucked around his lower body, and
tried to figure out which pile of fabric might be hiding his underwear
in it. He glanced at Naruto, humming to himself and setting everything
up for Ramen, and Sasuke slowly got up, looping the blanket around his
hips and tucking it securely.

He wasn’t shy. He was just being modest.

Sasuke rifled through the first clothing he came to, not finding
what he was looking for. He grimaced when he got to their Yukata;
Naruto’s was bunched up and covered with—Sasuke flushed. It made sense;
two guys meant twice the volume.

‘And twice the clean-up,’ he thought darkly. Sasuke held
the Yukata carefully, trying to figure out the best way of un-sticking
it; he didn’t want to damage the very, very expensive fabric.

Naruto came over, laughing, “Oh wow, look what we did to Yondaime’s
Yukata! Tsunade-no-Baa-Chan would probably kill me if she could see
this!”

Sasuke looked at him, “Yondaime?” What the hell was he talking about?

“Oh yeah—I guess I didn’t tell you yet; it was kind of a secret,”
Naruto grinned, taking the Yukata from his hands and looking it over.
“Tsunade-no-Baa-Chan let me borrow this from the Hokage closet. It was
soooo awesome, Sasuke, you have to see it sometime, a whole room full
of—”

“WHAT!” Sasuke cut him off. He couldn’t be serious! This, this was Yondaime’s Yukata? Masaka!

“What?” Naruto said defensively, “It’s not a big deal—”

“Not a big deal?” Sasuke was appalled, “You really mean that this is
the Fourth’s Yukata? This—” he pointed at the blue fabric, “—Belonged
to the Fourth?”

“Yep!” Naruto was grinning from ear to ear.

“And we—no, I—” Sasuke couldn’t even say it. It was horrifying. He—Uchiha Sasuke—had used this to wipe sperm from their stomachs.

“Daijobu, daijobu,” Naruto sounded confident. “You know a lot about
laundry, right? So I’m sure you can help me get it back to normal.”

“The Fourth’s…Yukata…” Sasuke was still stunned.

“And the coat, and the boots—” Naruto continued happily.

“The coat!” Sasuke moved quickly over to the doorway,
relieved to find the coat relatively out of harm’s way, tossed on top
of something unrecognizably fluffy in the corner.

He picked up the coat and shook it gently, inspecting the embroidery
and the pale gray surface for any damage. He could hear Naruto coming
over to him as he swept his quick eyes over every inch of it, and it
was a small comfort that this amazingly gorgeous coat had somehow been
unaffected by their… er, passion.

“Ne, Sasuke,” Naruto asked, holding up the blue Yukata, “You can fix
this right? I mean, do we need to pre-wash it or something?”

Sasuke took a deep breath to calm himself, looking into Naruto’s
innocent blue eyes, and cursing himself for losing control, no matter
how good it felt at the time. He folded the coat over his arm, and
folded his arms across his body in irritation. He nodded at the blue
Yukata in Naruto’s hands.

“Naruto. I have no idea how to clean that.”

“Ehhhhh!” Naruto sounded incredulous and his jaw dropped.
He held pleading hands out to Sasuke, “Demo saa, demo saa, I thought
you knew everything about laundry! How can you not know what to do?”

“Tch,” Sasuke glared, flushing, “How would I know how to clean… that, off of a priceless festival Yukata? You’re going to have to take it to Kakashi-sensei.”

Naruto dropped his hands in confusion, “Kakashi-sensei?”

“Who do you think taught me about pre-washing and stain removers?”
Sasuke countered, “Kakashi knows more about clothing than anyone I know
of; look at the Yukata he gave me.”

They both glanced down at the artful heap of white silk at their
feet. “Demo…” Naruto touched the back of his neck, “How will I explain…”

He flushed, looking up into Sasuke’s eyes, and Sasuke felt a flutter
in his stomach. God Naruto was so cute, shuffling his feet like he’d
done in the hallway last night. It annoyed him that Naruto’s cuteness
lessened how annoyed he was.

Sasuke sighed, “Kakashi’s a pervert. Let him think what he wants.”

Naruto smiled, pulling him close and kissing him full on the mouth. “I’ll go see him before registration then.”

Sasuke nodded, and Naruto set the stained Yukata out of the way, and
returned to the stove. The water was boiling now, and Naruto poured it
into their Ramen, “Three minutes ‘till breakfast!” He announced,
grinning.

Sasuke resumed his search for underwear, smiling on the inside, “Baka.”

“What are you looking for?” Naruto asked, standing with hands on
hips as Sasuke carefully and methodically went through the scattered
clothing.

“Where did my underwear go?” He asked, holding the coat protectively so he knew it wouldn’t get messed up.

“Oh, ummm,” Naruto went right to them and picked them up, his voice
threaded with guilt as he handed them over. “I kinda ripped them on one
side, gomen.”

Sasuke held them up; sure enough, they were completely ruined. Oddly, he didn’t feel like complaining.

“But hey! You can wear some of mine,” Naruto ran over to his dresser
and pulled out some bright orange boxer-briefs. He held them up
triumphantly, beaming. Sasuke’s face must have answered before his lips
had formed the word NO, for Naruto started laughing and hastily pulled out a black pair.

“Just kidding!” He handed them over, kissing his cheek before turning to go check on the Ramen.

Sasuke swatted his bare butt-cheek, “Put some clothes on, Dobe.”

His heart flipped at the uninhibited grin Naruto flashed him, before
detouring back to his dresser and winking at him as he pulled on the
bright orange underwear.

Sasuke tossed the blanket aside, and pulled on the black pair. He
felt the corner of his mouth curl in a smile, watching his rival move
around his small apartment with typical energy. He’d never admit it,
but Naruto almost made him like the color orange.

Sasuke walked to the kitchen table, choosing one of the empty chairs
and seating himself patiently. The fact that there were several to
choose from was a clear reflection of Naruto; even though he lived
alone, he seemed to live with the unquestioned belief that there would
someday be people to eat meals with him. It was something Sasuke loved
about Naruto; he was so open and honest. He made friends easily; a
natural talent.

“Ne, Sasuke,” Naruto brought over their Ramen, passing him some
chopsticks, “Why don’t you come to registration for the Hunt, so you
can see who else is there.”

Sasuke shook his head, stirring the hot noodles and remembering the
stares and whispers of the townspeople the night before, not to mention
the taunting sneer of Asuma.

“Iie, I don’t think that would be a good idea.” He watched as Naruto
slurped up some noodles. “You’ll just have to remember everything and
tell me who was there.”

“Well okay,” Naruto agreed, using his chopsticks to gather the next
bite. “I’ll do my best, but you’ve got a better memory.” Naruto flashed
him a brilliant grin, and Sasuke’s stomach flipped at the compliment.

“Maybe so,” he said, thinking, “But people talk more easily around
you. You’ll probably get more information than I would.” He lifted some
noodles to his lips and slurped.

Naruto finished the last of his noodles, and drank the broth. Sasuke
watched him, swallowing his own noodles as his brain started to analyze
and strategize. The familiar mental process felt comforting.

“Hey, Sasuke,” Naruto set his Styrofoam cup down, and crossed his
hands behind his head, leaning back. Sasuke quirked an eyebrow, sipping
his own broth and waiting for his teammate to continue.

“I’m glad you’re not competing against me,” Naruto said, his mouth quirking into a smile, “But I do like to fight you.”

Sasuke smirked, setting down his empty cup. “Believe me, Dobe. We’re still going to fight.”

Naruto’s grin lit up the whole kitchen, and Sasuke felt shivers at
the thought of their next sparring session. He wanted it to be soon. Sasuke leaned his elbows on the table, folding his arms casually.

“I have to go back to my house. I want to check on something.”

“You’re coming back, right?” Naruto asked quickly, and it made Sasuke want to smile.

“After registration, why don’t you come to my house. Then you can
tell me everything you saw and heard.” Sasuke thought about Itachi, and
the secret room. He needed to go there again, see if there was anything
he’d missed that might help Naruto win.

Naruto teased, “But your house is so far away…”

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, holding his gaze. “Exactly.”

He stood up, moving around to Naruto’s side of the table. He lifted
his hands to stroke along Naruto’s shoulders, feeling the smooth tan
skin and curved muscles underneath it. “May I borrow some clothing to
get home?”

Naruto didn’t miss the irony, laughing and standing up. “I think I have something that will fit.”

He went to his dresser, and Sasuke wasn’t at all surprised when he
held up the black shirt with the wide collar, complete with Uchiha
crest—the exact same one that Sasuke had sent Naruto home in after
their training.

“I uh, slept in it though… so it’s not exactly clean,” Naruto chuckled.

“Hn,” Sasuke just took it from him, slipping it over his head. It smelled of him, and of Naruto; Sasuke didn’t mind at all.

Naruto miraculously produced a pair of black shorts from a closet
bursting with orange; they were close enough in size that he didn’t
need a belt. Glad he could wear at least one thing from his festival
outfit, Sasuke fastened his boots with practiced ease, and picked up
the knapsack that Naruto was lending him to carry his other things home.

“I’ll ask Kakashi-sensei about this too,” Naruto grinned, holding the shredded white sash in his hand.

Sasuke stood by the door, the knapsack hanging on his shoulder.
Naruto was close, running the sash through his fingers and looking at
him. It was awkward, and Sasuke wasn’t sure exactly why.

He cleared his throat, “So don’t forget anything you see or hear at
registration. It’s absolutely vital that we learn as much as possible,
what you’ll be looking for, where it will be held, and who you’re up
against.”

“I know, I know,” Naruto grinned, rolling his eyes.

Sasuke tightened his lips, hoping Naruto knew how serious this was.
He almost wished he could go along, but that would cause way too many
problems. He’d just have to trust Naruto to remember everything… or at
least the most important stuff.

“And I’ll come report to you when it’s over,” Naruto winked, “Okay? Uchiha-sensei?”

Sasuke started to glare, but Naruto stepped over to him, just far enough away so they weren’t actually touching.

“You know, my place is closer…” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and Sasuke smirked.

“My place has a bigger bed,” he countered.

“Well I have a bigger—”

Naruto almost said the word, but Sasuke stopped it with a kiss,
feeling Naruto’s laughter bubbling right behind his lips. He resisted
the urge to shake his head, reaching around Naruto’s back instead and
pulling him close. After kissing him thoroughly, Sasuke pulled back,
hearing that delicious little smacking noise he was starting to love so
much.

He smirked, “No need to brag, Dobe.”

Naruto’s laughter followed him out into the hall, and Sasuke closed
the door behind him, taking a deep breath and resisting the urge to
grin just as wide as his teammate. He sighed, leaning back into the
door for a moment, and thinking on everything that had happened. He
almost didn’t believe it, and he touched his lips to make sure they
were still tender.

He sighed, and turned to leave, tripping on something in the
doorway. He looked down, appalled that he hadn’t noticed what was
sitting there, and then he bit his lip sharply to contain the absurd
urge to laugh. He knocked on Naruto’s door.

“Er…just a minute!”

He heard Naruto running away from the door, probably to get some
pants, and then heard him bounding back. When he flung open the door,
Sasuke enjoyed the look of surprise on his face. He really had put on pants.

Sasuke held out the bag of explosives, “I think you forgot about this.”

Naruto grinned, taking it from him, “And here I thought you just wanted to kiss me again!”

Sasuke stepped over the threshold, kissing him hotly and shutting the door behind them. “Usurakontachi,”
he murmured, pulling Naruto close and allowing the blond to back him up
against the door again, kissing him like it was their last chance.

It was another twenty minutes before Sasuke left, darting towards
his house so fast that nobody could see the almost-smile that wouldn’t
quite leave his face.

♦

to be continued...