Never Judge a Book by its Cover

Summary: Who ever decided that Iruka had to be the one under all the time?

Warning: Should I really specify anything?

Disclaimer: Naruto is copyright©Masashi Kishimoto and I do make any profit out of this story.

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Don’t judge a book by its cover

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Iruka was supposed to ba a nice guy. The type that would just smile and bow, sometimes having fits but never letting his temper get out of hand. He was a teacher of small kids, so of course he had to have a sweet streak. He’d treat the Kyuubi’s vessel to ramen regularly when every adult despised him, he’d suffer childish pranks with a smile, never giving unfair punishments. Of course, one did not become a ninja; much less a teacher at the Academy, when one was too soft. It was expected of Iruka to be firm, to get angry sometimes and to have impressing instincts concerning strange matters. It was seen as normal, in his case, to always be able to know when someone was planning a bad prank or lying through his teeth. All that could be considered ordinary, seeing as how Konoha was reputed for producing anything but normal ninjas.

Iruka was supposed to be an average ninja. He was only a chuunin and did not come from a famous clan with a bloodline limit. His repertoire of jutsu was average, his chakra reserve was average and he had not invented any powerful attack of any kind. Granted, he had an amazing control of his chakra, but that could be explained by him having to teach the technique to snotty brats who thought they knew better. Overall, he could not hope to compete against a genius, could not hope to become a juunin and, most of all, should remain the average ninja and person.

So how the hell had Hatake Kakashi managed to be tied against his will by said average ninja?

It had begun as a normal day. Team 7 had howled at their late teacher and would have howled again if they had had enough energy left at the end of training when he left without a word. Then there had been the meeting at the Ichiraku and everything had gone downhill from there.

It hadn’t been the first time that Iruka and Kakashi had met at the ramen shop. At first, it had been formal meetings to talk about Team 7 and their improvements, to exchange knowledge of their personalities and habits against promises to keep them alive. But time had passed and the formality had melted into friendship, soon becoming something deeper that none dared name. Conversations had deviated from Team 7 to other topics and the two ninjas had started drinking together.

Maybe that was what had turned thing upside down. Damn alcohol. At least Kakashi dearly hoped so as said substance gradually clouded his brain and reflexes, preventing him from truly reacting against the chakra-enforced ropes that were being tied to his ankles and knees. Of course, the fact that he was being forced to kneel did not go unoticed by his foggy brain and he did struggle weakly. But the alcohol was making him sluggish. Yeah, the alcohol. Not lack of will.

Iruka had been his usual polite and amiable self, keeping the conversation alive when Kakashi fell into his silence spells. But then the cups of sake had started going down rather quickly, and he had become someone else. His polite smile had grown hotter and, teamed with his half-lidded eyes, suggested tons. His hands had started venturing into unknown territories and his words became slurred, saying nothing and so much at the same time that even Kakashi was taken aback. The skill of his sentences was enough to bring Icha Icha Paradise to shame, and that was saying a lot coming from its biggest fan. He soon found the warmth in his stomach travel dangerously low, becoming something else entirely.

One look at the exasperated owner of the Ichiraku had proved that it was not the first time Iruka acted like this. He had motionned once towards the door, and Kakashi had not needed to be told twice. He had forced his friend to his feet, expecting to have to almost carry a drunken Iruka back to his place, but instead found himself steered rather forcefully.

Indeed, Iruka was not jaywalking, nor was he showing any of the habitual signs of being drunk, except for the loss of inhibitions. Actually, it almost looked as if it gave him more strenght! As soon as they had exited the Ichiraku, his presence had become overwhelming and Kakashi had found himself forced to follow him, whether he wanted to or not.

Who had ever said Iruka was submissive? Because he sure as hell was anything but submissive right now.

Kakashi’s train of thoughts was abruptly interrupted by something hot and calloused running down his bare flanks, occasioning goosebumps to cover his flesh and an involuntary grunt to rise in his throat. Tied as he was, hands to the ceiling and knees to the ground, Kakashi could do nothing more than squirm.

The hands strayed over his stomach, finally wrapping themselves there, seemingly content to just stay put. Which would probably not last long.

“What’s with the pause?” Kakashi muttered, feeling Iruka lay his head against his shoulder. He tried to lean to the side to see the chuunin’s face, but he only followed the movement and dropped all of his weight on Kakashi, forcing the silver-haired man to straigten if he did not want a shoulder to pop out of place.

“Just enjoying myself,” he purred in his ear, breath hot and smelling strongly of alcohol. “Now that I’ve got you where I want…”

Kakashi had expected, of course, to come out on top. Everything pointed to that outcome. He was taller, more powerful, more mysterious and supposedly much more experienced and perverted. Iruka was smaller and generally cute and polite. He fitted the definition of ‘woman’ to perfection. When the later had showed no inclination to filling the role that seemed destined to be his, violence had broken out.

Iruka idly fingered the scratches across Kakashi’s belly, all the while nuzzling his neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin and clearly enjoying the grunts he was getting out of the juunin.

There had been a whole lot of fighting. Neither man had wanted to surrender to the other and the fight had eventually escalated to jutsu and kunai and shuriken until Iruka somehow managed to get a hand over Kakashi. And now the juunin was completely immobilized and at the mercy of his sweet captor.

Iruka eventually abandoned the scratches and let his hand go lower, his touch light so that every brush sent shivers up Kakashi’s spine. The chuunin did not seem to have any masochist tendencies, which was a very good thing considering Kakashi had his daily dose of pain and torture without coming home to it, but he was such a damned tease! Since the beginning, he had never given him a real caress, just tickling or kissing in his most sensitive places, effectively getting a rise out of him without crossing the line.

“Iruka,” Kakashi growled threatheningly, twisting his neck to try and se the chuunin. If he was just going to tickle him, he’d break free this instant and have his own way, damn him!

The juunin did not doubt in his ability to free himself. He just wanted to humour Iruka. That and he had to admit if felt good, to just abandon himself like that. Not that he prefered it to being in control but…it wasn’t so bad. At least for now. He had never been fucked up the ass, so he could not really say if he’d appreciate it.

Iruka allowed Kakashi to move and see him; his laughing brown eyes meeting glaring mismatched ones.

“Don’t give me that look, sweetie. Your body is telling me a whole different story,” Iruka murmured, one hand unbuttoning Kakashi’s pants and grabbing at his erection.

The juunin grounded his teeth to stop any compromising noise from making it farher than his throat. Sweetie?! Who the hell was he calling sweetie?! If he had his two hands free, he’d show him how sweet he was!

His breath accelerating with the rhythm of Iruka’s strokes, Kakashi opened his mouth to say something, only to find it muffled by the chuunin’s. Iruka started as a gentle kiss, exploring Kakashi’s mouth slowly, tasting every inch of him. But then the juunin got tired of playing and, since his tongue was the only part of him not restrained, he decided to get control of things, no matter his craned neck that was starting to hurt in an annoying way.

He deepened the kiss to its limit, making it a real war of will. Who would be the first to break away? Iruka eventually did, to his surprise. He pulled away, panting and his cheeks flushed. He licked his lips once as if savoring Kakashi’s saliva before disappearing behind him, making the juunin resume his initial position with a gentle but firm tug on his shoulder.

“Enough playing now,” he slurred in his ear and Kakashi would have snapped something back, but he was too busy trying to keep himself from moaning like a girl. Iruka had never stopped pumping his cock during the kiss, and it was starting to show as the juunin arched his back, leaning into his warm hand.

Iruka had quickly disposed of Kakashi’s pants, letting them rot around his knees. His own garnments had disappeared sometimes during the night, thrown carelessly away during their fighting. Now that no piece of cloth was in his way, Iruka shifted to the next speed.

Producing a tube of lube from god-knows-where, he started rubbing Kakashi’s entrance, feeling the man freeze for a second before relaxing into his touch. He remained somewhat tense however, and the chuunin took it as a personal challenge. He was not known to botch things. Forcing another finger into Kakashi, he probed and caressed still harder, the intensity mirroring on the strokes on his erection.

All the while, Kakashi was really trying to control his throat that seemed to want to let all sorts of ungratifying sounds escape. There was no ignoring Iruka’s hands and the bolts of pleasure they sent up his spine, or his hot breath that tickled his neck. Even the fingers that had seemed so intrusive at first were starting to feel decidedly good. The fact that he was tied and could not do a thing made things even more intense and he tugged at the ropes around his wrists as if he wanted to bring the ceiling down on their heads. But still he remained silent.

Iruka was starting to get impatient himself. He would not be able to ignore his own throbbing erection for very long. While Kakashi had finally been forced to relax because of the overload of sensory attacks all over his body, he still kept an ounce of tension, of control. And until that was broken, Iruka would not be satisfied. Still, better be slightly dissatisfied than completely disappointed. The chuunin removed his fingers, letting his short nails drag against the tender skin and feeling Kakashi shudder and a muffled gasp barely escape his throat.

Iruka moved forward and pressed against Kakashi’s back, pushing his cock between his butt cheeks teasingly but not penetrating him.

“I want to hear you scream,” Iruka drawled into Kakashi’s ear and bit his lobe forcefully. The juunin let out a hiss, as much as a ‘fuck you’ that he could manage in such a situation, to which Iruka replied by simply letting his mouth run down his neck and bite into his shoulder at the same time as he pushed into him with one strong motion.

Kakashi’s whole body froze and he growled, muscles tense as his brain tried to process the pain through the waves of pleasure. It was not anything he thought he could like, and he finally managed to formulate the idea of actually breaking free of Iruka, but then the chuunin starting rocking into him and that elusive thought disappeared completely.

Iruka was pushing in and out in a constant motion, mindfull of how damnedly tight Kakashi was. But when the juunin starting joining the movements, he sent all rational thinking to hell and concentrated on what his body craved most.

Using the ropes as support, Kakashi rocked his hips forward into Iruka’s hand and backwards on his cock, feeling his brain fry from the sensory overload and enjoying it greatly. He accelerated the movements, forcing Iruka to pound into him so forcefully that he would have surprised himself if he had been capable of rational thought. Waves upon waves of pleasure beat at him until he reached the peak and came, the force of the orgasm making him shudder and gasp, a part of his brain still able to keep control of his voice and staying somewhat silent.

He would have slumped against his ropes, but Iruka was not yet done and he forced himself upright until the chuunin came, feeling his semen trickle down his tighs. The chuunin slid out of Kakashi slowly and purposefully before resting his head on his shoulder with a sigh and leaning against his back.

“You didn’t scream,” he muttered, only slightly disappointed. Still, it provided him with a challenge to break in the futur. Oh, how he looked upon discovering what could make the famous Copy nin scream!

“Of course not,” the juunin mumbled in return, his eyelids drooping dangerously. Sleep sounded good right now.

A few moments passed in silence before Iruka shifted and Kakashi frowned as he felt something hot and hard press against his hips. Already? The chuunin hadn’t surprised him enough it seemed. Not that he wouldn’t have done the same thing if he had been the one to have Iruka tied before him. Actually, he’d probably have fucked him silly all through the night. But the fact that it was Iruka, and not he, still didn’t seem to register.

“Let’s see what makes you tick, then,” Iruka whispered and resumed his attacks on Kakashi’s sensory system.


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Kakashi woke up to a pounding headache and a general muscle pain in his upper body and ass that made him groan when he tried to move. Cracking an eyelid open, the first thing he saw was a mass of brown hair that was tickling his nose. The events of the night slowly made their way back to his tired brain and he only then realized that he still had his hands tied to the ceiling.

Sending a small charge of chakra up the ropes, Kakashi quickly freed himself, bringing his arms back down with a grunt as the muscles protested at the sudden movement and the blood that rushed back in the limbs. He was careful not to move too much though, not wanting to wake Iruka.

He might have wanted to find some lame excuse for the situation of his awakening, but he did not care enough. First, he did not regret a thing. He had actually liked being tied to the ceiling and see Iruka’s naughty side come up, which was proved by him having stoically stayed roped thoughout the night although he could have easily freed himself. But he also wanted to reverse the role sometimes, see how Iruka would writhe under his fingers.

Secondly, there were not many things that could explain waking up naked with a hangover, a sore ass and a man dressed just as lightly sleeping in your lap. He doubted anyone could pull off that one, even by putting the blame on alcohol. He hadn’t drunk that much anyways; otherwise he would not remember a thing.

Kakashi moved slightly, massaging some sense back into his arms and shoulders, and tilted his head lazily to the side when Iruka shifted to stare up at him, barely awake.

“What time s’it?” he muttered, voice raspy. He rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hands, trying to get a bit more awake.

Kakashi looked at the clock that lay on the ground. It had been broken sometimes during the fight and the digits had frozen at midnight.

“Dunno. Noon maybe,” he suggested, looking at the sliver of sun that shone through the blinds for guidance.

That woke Iruka up. He stood suddenly, knocking Kakashi down in the process, and starting searching the room for what remained of his clothes.

“Noon?! I had a class this morning!” he said and followed with a string of not-so-pretty curses.

Kakashi propped himself on his elbows and watched his lover forage through the room, somehow managing to find clean clothes among the chaos that was his bedroom.

“So what? They’ll have found a replacement by now,” he drawled lazily, not caring to get up. Maybe he’d sleep some more…he had asked his team to meet at the bridge at one in the afternoon, which meant he still had more or less four hours of sleep before he had to leave.

Seeing the truth of Kakashi’s words, Iruka slowed down a bit and sat on the edge of his bed with a weary sigh.

“Why did you have to break my alarm anyways? It was supposed to wake me up!” Iruka scolded, shooting Kakashi a feeble glare.

The juunin raised one eyebrow, glancing at the poor battered thing.

“Me? That’s shuriken damage. If I remember correctly, you were the one who used those,” Kakashi pointed out smartly.

Iruka rolled his eyes, but decided against trying to reason with Kakashi. It was impossible to identify the damage, much less say if it was shuriken or kunai. Besides, the Copy nin had used just as many surikens himself. He instead turned his attention to his naked lover and the bloody marks around his wrists. A sly grin bloomed on his lips.

“The mighty Kakashi falls to a lowly chuunin. Imagine that…” he joked, knowing exactly what his partner had thought during his lucid minutes of the night. He hadn’t been that drunk himself, just enough to send caution and patience to the seven Pitts of Hell.

Kakashi’s eyebrows rose considerably and he looked at the ropes that he had so easily undone.

“Falls? More like humours a lowly chuunin,” he countered in his usual slow drawl. Alright, so maybe Iruka had been truly amazing by being able to get a hand over him ever so slightly, but he was not going to let him know that.

Iruka let the comment slide and laughed it off, knowing that part of what the juunin was saying was true. He had played a dangerous bet that night, and he was just glad he had won this time.

Kakashi considered Iruka for a moment. He had become accustomed to that sly grin during the night, but he had never seen it before. Apparently it was a rare occurrence except for those he trusted. Yet the owner of the Ichiraku had seemed pretty familiar with it. A question rose in his mind, and he wasted no time asking it.

“So. Who’d you do before me?” he asked directly, taking the chuunin by surprise.

Iruka stared at his lover dumbfounded, and for a while could not find his tongue.

“What?” he managed to say after a few unsuccessful tries.

“It wasn’t the first time you dragged someone into this, didn’t you? So, who was it?” he clarified, curious as to whom had fallen prey to the same dominating presence the chuunin radiated when he set his mind on controling things.

Iruka didn’t answer immedietly, pondering his answer. He wondered if he should tell the Copy nin even if that past partner had vehemently expressed that he did not wish the secret to land in unwanted ears. Especially the ears of one particularly temperamental kunoichi.

Deciding that he could trust Kakashi with this, he let his smirk return in full force and leaned back on his hands against the bed as if he had not a care in the world.

“Asuma. Had to get him pretty damn drunk, but I got him. He tasted too much of tobacco for my comfort,” he finaly declared, adding that last piece of information just for fun.

Kakashi’s expression was well worth it. He looked like a fish out of the water, gaping at Iruka in disbelief. Well, the chuunin could understand. His tastes in men had evolved since Asuma, leaving the rugged look for a more refined, if still sort of messy kind.

Standing up, Iruka left his distraught lover at that. The morning class might be over and he wanted to be there for the afternoon. He shot one last look at Kakashi who was still staring at him weirdly, his eyes clearly saying that he’d come back for more that night.

And this time he’d get him to scream.

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The End


So, how did you like it? It was my very first lemon, so feedback would be greatly appreciated!

A-chan