Blindfolds and Demons
folder
Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,350
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,350
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Blindfolds and Demons
This is the strangest fanfic I've ever written. Really. It was written in response to a request from LemonDrops- The requested pairing is Iruka/Naruto and the keyword I chose was "blindfold". The fic took over by itself so I'm still not sure what I think about it. Any feedback would be greatly welcome. Thanks
~*~*~*~*~ Blindfolds and Demons ~*~*~*~*~
Iruka’s body shivered in anticipation. He rubbed his wrists together, tugging on the restraints that held him firmly in place. A small thrill ran through him at how snugly the leather wrapped around his wrists. Leave it to Kakashi to tie knots a ninja would have trouble undoing.
Said copy-nin was padding around the small bedroom supposedly preparing Iruka’s “gift.” Iruka wished for a moment that he had byakugan to pierce through the blindfold obscuring his vision. It had taken Kakashi months to get Iruka to agree to this little setup. Iruka had resisted many times, but he found that Kakashi could be very persuasive when he wanted to be. He expected this to be good.
Warm breath caressed his ear. He could feel Kakashi’s fingers brush against his arms before sliding over his chest teasingly.
“Ready for your birthday present?”
He felt himself becoming aroused already. “That depends on what it is.” He smiled. Kakashi massaged his shoulders.
“Oh, I’m sure it’s something you’ll like.” Kakashi’s hands continued to knead his muscles. It felt good after the long awkwardness of having his hands tied behind his back.
“Do I get to see? Or am I going to have to guess what it is first?” Kakashi was always one to enjoy games.
“Oh, I’m sure you won’t have to guess.” He could hear the smile behind Kakashi’s words.
Two hands placed themselves over his knees. Iruka was going to laugh at Kakashi’s hastiness when he realized that the copy-nin’s hands hadn’t left his shoulders. Iruka’s body tensed. He suddenly felt very uneasy.
Kakashi’s hands began to massage his shoulders again. “Relax. We won’t do anything you don’t want us to.”
Iruka shivered at the “we”. Just who was in the room with them?
Warm hands slid up his thighs. They weren’t as large as Kakashi’s, but felt rough, strong, and a little hasty.
“Kakashi-sensei? What do I do now?”
A cold chill ran up his spine. He suddenly felt sick. “Let me go.” Kakashi squeezed his shoulders a bit tighter. “This isn’t funny, Kakashi.” The hands on his thighs let up. “I want you to untie me RIGHT NOW!”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, Naruto,” Iruka tugged on his restraints, “I’m sorry Kakashi dragged you into this but you should go home.” The restraints wouldn’t budge.
“I told you to be quiet,” Kakashi said. Naruto whined. “I knew I should have gagged you.”
“But KAkashi-SENsei! You SAID I could PRACtice!”
“Practice?” Iruka was livid. “Kakashi? WHAT is he talking about? And DAMMIT! Take off this blindfold!”
Kakashi’s hands slid away from Iruka completely.
“Come on, Naruto. You can sit in the living room while Iruka and I have a chat.”
“Does this mean I don’t get to practice?”
“Maa, we’ll see.”
The door clicked.
“Untie me, Hatake. NOW!”
“Or you’ll?”
Iruka tried to think of the nastiest threat he could muster. “Or I’ll oomph!” A mouth had caught him unaware. Had he been vicious enough, he would have bitten the tongue invading his personal space. Long fingered hands snaked up his thighs.
“You know, if you pipe down, I can make this worth your while.”
He tried to ignore the way those hands massaged his legs. He was grateful that Kakashi had let him wear pants.
“Not with Naruto here. You know how I feel about him.”
“Do I?” The hands squeezed a little harder. “And would that be the fatherly feelings you had for him when he was 12, or the new tendrils of lust that have cropped up since he returned?”
Iruka gulped. How did?...
“You’re tense again. Did you think I hadn’t noticed?”
Iruka shook his head a little too forcefully. “You’re wrong! He’s like a son!”
“And you’re not blood related. Go ahead. Admit it. He certainly grew up nicely. But then again, we both had a bit of a crush on the yondaime, didn’t we.”
Iruka trembled. This wasn’t what he wanted. It was all wrong.
“Why are you making him do this? He’s too young for this! We’re…”
“Too old?”
Iruka’s jaw clenched. It was wrong to harbor lust for the young shinobi. He was practically family. He had been his teacher!
“Guilt trip yourself if it gets you off, but Naruto came to me. He’s been… confused the past few years and asked me for advice.” The hands at his waist grew gentler. “I told him it was safest to experiment with someone he trusts.” Iruka’s breath shuddered. “Someone he… loves.”
His body trembled. But it’s wrong!
“You were the first one to acknowledge him, the first to make him feel loved. He figured you, of all people, could accept this part of him.”
“Why didn’t he talk to me about this?”
“Well, I *am* the resident pervert. He figured Jiraiya was too straight to understand.”
Warm hands grasped both sides of his face. “So will you relax? He chose this. Whatever happens tonight will be his first, so stop making him feel so rejected.”
Iruka let out a deep breath. His heart was pounding and his mind was reeling, yet he nodded. Or perhaps that was why he nodded.
Kakashi’s hands went away. “I’m letting him back in. And I refuse to remove the blindfold. I think Naruto is more self conscious than he pretends to be.”
His heart rate nearly doubled. “Just!”
“Hrm?”
“Just… don’t… don’t let him kiss me. On the lips, that is.”
Kakashi was at his side in a flash, lips molded against his. He exhaled slowly, lips just brushing one another.
“I wouldn’t let him if he tried. Even I can only take so much.”
Iruka let out a nervous smile.
“Naruto! You can come back in now.”
He heard the door opening slowly. “Iruka-sensei?” A voice called out hesitantly from the doorway. “Are you angry with me?”
“No.” Iruka struggled to keep his trembling out of his voice. “I’m not angry with you. I was just… a little shocked.”
“So… it’s okay then?”
Iruka gave a short nod. His body was shaking, though from what, he couldn’t tell. Kakashi’s hands were back to massaging his neck, his shoulders; a wet kiss pressed below his ear. He understood that Kakashi was urging him to relax, but his body trembled against his will.
He remembered the yondaime before his death: tall, proud, hair like sunshine and a smile that took your breath away. He thought about the boy in front of him he couldn’t see; the boy with the golden hair whose hands touched him hesitantly. His legs trembled a little as he remembered how that boyish grin had changed. Once upon a time, it make him laugh. But then Naruto returned and he was frightened when that same grin nearly snatched his breath away.
But Kakashi understood. This was his way of confronting Iruka’s guilt and acknowledging Naruto’s fears.
Iruka hissed as a calloused thumb carefully rubbed circles over his nipple. Kakashi’s grip tightened on his arms, catching his mouth before he could groan.
And then Iruka understood as well.
They would all be facing demons tonight.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: It turned out a lot darker than I wanted it to be. Feedback? Suggestions? It doesn't feel quite complete =/
~*~*~*~*~ Blindfolds and Demons ~*~*~*~*~
Iruka’s body shivered in anticipation. He rubbed his wrists together, tugging on the restraints that held him firmly in place. A small thrill ran through him at how snugly the leather wrapped around his wrists. Leave it to Kakashi to tie knots a ninja would have trouble undoing.
Said copy-nin was padding around the small bedroom supposedly preparing Iruka’s “gift.” Iruka wished for a moment that he had byakugan to pierce through the blindfold obscuring his vision. It had taken Kakashi months to get Iruka to agree to this little setup. Iruka had resisted many times, but he found that Kakashi could be very persuasive when he wanted to be. He expected this to be good.
Warm breath caressed his ear. He could feel Kakashi’s fingers brush against his arms before sliding over his chest teasingly.
“Ready for your birthday present?”
He felt himself becoming aroused already. “That depends on what it is.” He smiled. Kakashi massaged his shoulders.
“Oh, I’m sure it’s something you’ll like.” Kakashi’s hands continued to knead his muscles. It felt good after the long awkwardness of having his hands tied behind his back.
“Do I get to see? Or am I going to have to guess what it is first?” Kakashi was always one to enjoy games.
“Oh, I’m sure you won’t have to guess.” He could hear the smile behind Kakashi’s words.
Two hands placed themselves over his knees. Iruka was going to laugh at Kakashi’s hastiness when he realized that the copy-nin’s hands hadn’t left his shoulders. Iruka’s body tensed. He suddenly felt very uneasy.
Kakashi’s hands began to massage his shoulders again. “Relax. We won’t do anything you don’t want us to.”
Iruka shivered at the “we”. Just who was in the room with them?
Warm hands slid up his thighs. They weren’t as large as Kakashi’s, but felt rough, strong, and a little hasty.
“Kakashi-sensei? What do I do now?”
A cold chill ran up his spine. He suddenly felt sick. “Let me go.” Kakashi squeezed his shoulders a bit tighter. “This isn’t funny, Kakashi.” The hands on his thighs let up. “I want you to untie me RIGHT NOW!”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, Naruto,” Iruka tugged on his restraints, “I’m sorry Kakashi dragged you into this but you should go home.” The restraints wouldn’t budge.
“I told you to be quiet,” Kakashi said. Naruto whined. “I knew I should have gagged you.”
“But KAkashi-SENsei! You SAID I could PRACtice!”
“Practice?” Iruka was livid. “Kakashi? WHAT is he talking about? And DAMMIT! Take off this blindfold!”
Kakashi’s hands slid away from Iruka completely.
“Come on, Naruto. You can sit in the living room while Iruka and I have a chat.”
“Does this mean I don’t get to practice?”
“Maa, we’ll see.”
The door clicked.
“Untie me, Hatake. NOW!”
“Or you’ll?”
Iruka tried to think of the nastiest threat he could muster. “Or I’ll oomph!” A mouth had caught him unaware. Had he been vicious enough, he would have bitten the tongue invading his personal space. Long fingered hands snaked up his thighs.
“You know, if you pipe down, I can make this worth your while.”
He tried to ignore the way those hands massaged his legs. He was grateful that Kakashi had let him wear pants.
“Not with Naruto here. You know how I feel about him.”
“Do I?” The hands squeezed a little harder. “And would that be the fatherly feelings you had for him when he was 12, or the new tendrils of lust that have cropped up since he returned?”
Iruka gulped. How did?...
“You’re tense again. Did you think I hadn’t noticed?”
Iruka shook his head a little too forcefully. “You’re wrong! He’s like a son!”
“And you’re not blood related. Go ahead. Admit it. He certainly grew up nicely. But then again, we both had a bit of a crush on the yondaime, didn’t we.”
Iruka trembled. This wasn’t what he wanted. It was all wrong.
“Why are you making him do this? He’s too young for this! We’re…”
“Too old?”
Iruka’s jaw clenched. It was wrong to harbor lust for the young shinobi. He was practically family. He had been his teacher!
“Guilt trip yourself if it gets you off, but Naruto came to me. He’s been… confused the past few years and asked me for advice.” The hands at his waist grew gentler. “I told him it was safest to experiment with someone he trusts.” Iruka’s breath shuddered. “Someone he… loves.”
His body trembled. But it’s wrong!
“You were the first one to acknowledge him, the first to make him feel loved. He figured you, of all people, could accept this part of him.”
“Why didn’t he talk to me about this?”
“Well, I *am* the resident pervert. He figured Jiraiya was too straight to understand.”
Warm hands grasped both sides of his face. “So will you relax? He chose this. Whatever happens tonight will be his first, so stop making him feel so rejected.”
Iruka let out a deep breath. His heart was pounding and his mind was reeling, yet he nodded. Or perhaps that was why he nodded.
Kakashi’s hands went away. “I’m letting him back in. And I refuse to remove the blindfold. I think Naruto is more self conscious than he pretends to be.”
His heart rate nearly doubled. “Just!”
“Hrm?”
“Just… don’t… don’t let him kiss me. On the lips, that is.”
Kakashi was at his side in a flash, lips molded against his. He exhaled slowly, lips just brushing one another.
“I wouldn’t let him if he tried. Even I can only take so much.”
Iruka let out a nervous smile.
“Naruto! You can come back in now.”
He heard the door opening slowly. “Iruka-sensei?” A voice called out hesitantly from the doorway. “Are you angry with me?”
“No.” Iruka struggled to keep his trembling out of his voice. “I’m not angry with you. I was just… a little shocked.”
“So… it’s okay then?”
Iruka gave a short nod. His body was shaking, though from what, he couldn’t tell. Kakashi’s hands were back to massaging his neck, his shoulders; a wet kiss pressed below his ear. He understood that Kakashi was urging him to relax, but his body trembled against his will.
He remembered the yondaime before his death: tall, proud, hair like sunshine and a smile that took your breath away. He thought about the boy in front of him he couldn’t see; the boy with the golden hair whose hands touched him hesitantly. His legs trembled a little as he remembered how that boyish grin had changed. Once upon a time, it make him laugh. But then Naruto returned and he was frightened when that same grin nearly snatched his breath away.
But Kakashi understood. This was his way of confronting Iruka’s guilt and acknowledging Naruto’s fears.
Iruka hissed as a calloused thumb carefully rubbed circles over his nipple. Kakashi’s grip tightened on his arms, catching his mouth before he could groan.
And then Iruka understood as well.
They would all be facing demons tonight.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A/N: It turned out a lot darker than I wanted it to be. Feedback? Suggestions? It doesn't feel quite complete =/