Dreams Do Come True

Dreams Do Come True


A blushing Iruka sat at his desk in the Mission office. He was blushing because of the pervert seated beside him.

Genma had no tact and loved to talk. He also loved sex. Put those three things together and voila! you had a very red-faced chuunin. Currently, he was relating his previous night's encounter, with Anko and Raidou, in great detail. "...And that strap-on thing she used. You couldn't tell the difference!"

Why did he have to be stuck here with this hentai?! Iruka was just about to tell the special jounin to shut the hell up when someone else interrupted.

"Maa, why are you telling that old tale, Genma? Every time you get drunk you have a threesome with those two. We all know you like to take it in the ass, so shut up about it." The enigmatic, silver-haired Copy-Nin, Hatake Kakashi was now standing in front of their desk. He had an orange book before his face and, as the two watched, turned a page.

Iruka was thankful for the interruption, but as he read the book's title, his face heated up in a blush once more. From what he had heard, that series was as perverted as Genma's sexual escapades. Was he surrounded by perverts? It would seem so. He distracted himself by straightening the stack of mission scrolls on the desk, blush in full force. Few people knew it, but Iruka was a virgin and wanted to stay that way. At least, until he found the right person. Now, the Copy-Nin intrigued him, but the chuunin had heard stories about the man; he was out of Iruka's league, or vice versa.

He gave a sigh and ignored his companions. He got off work soon, and would go home alone to his tiny apartment. He could dream about the masked man there in peace.

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Kakashi had a reputation, earned when he was in ANBU, that was unfounded. In truth, he was a virgin. As for his infamous orange book, he used it to irritate people; also, it gave him ideas on what he'd like to do if he ever lost his virtue. What he had to do now was find the right person. Maybe he had, he thought, as he snuck a peek at the blushing chuunin. Iruka-sensei was cute! He also had a nice ass. Kakashi decided then and there to investigate the man more thoroughly. When the chuunin got off work, the copy-nin
followed him home.

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Kakashi sat in the tree outside Umino Iruka's window. The chuunin had just come in and turned on the lights, giving the jounin an excellent view of the inside of the room. The first thing he saw was Iruka remove his vest, quickly followed by his shirt. The doe-eyed nin ran a hand up his chest and pinched a nipple, moaning in pleasure. The copy-nin eased his hitai-ate onto his forehead; he needed his Sharingan for this.

Iruka ghosted his hand to the other nub and traced circles around it. He let his other hand drift downward to his crotch. He teased the rising bulge with his fingertips, then rubbed it hard with the flat of his hand. He bit his lip to stifle a moan. It didn't work. "Kakashi, more!" he groaned.

The jounin almost fell off of his perch. Did Iruka just say what he thought he did?!? He shook his head and continued to watch.

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Iruka slowly undid his pants, teasing the tip of his erection. As he pushed them down, he let his hand, then arm slide across his arousal. "Mmmmmm. Kakaaaashiii!" he moaned.

Kakashi's pants gave a twitch. He ignored it for now in favor of what was in front of him. His eyes were glued to the brown-haired chuunin.

Iruka, now completely naked, stretched out on his bed. He unfastened his hair-tie, letting brown locks flow across his pillow. He dropped both hands to his groin, one to fondle his sack, the other to curl around his erection. He pumped the shaft a few times, resulting in a harsh moan. The hand at his sack travelled up his belly, across his chest, tweaking a nipple as it went. Fingers ran lightly up his neck, the side of his face and into his silky hair. Mouth open in a silent moan, head tilted back, Iruka stroked his member harder and faster, imagining it was a much paler hand touching him. As his orgasm finally crested, he screamed, "KAKASHI!!!" Iruka lay there panting. That was the best one yet. If only he had the nerve to approach the man, maybe they could do this for real. Until then, he would just have to pretend.

Kakashi sat still, glad of the dark color of his mask. It currently was hiding the evidence of his massive nosebleed. He watched the chuunin as he stood and walked to the bathroom, then pulled his hitai-ate over the Sharingan. That ass was forever etched in his brain. Now, he only had to find a way to claim it.

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Kakashi sat in the tree above the schoolyard, pretending to read his book. In reality, he was watching a cute brown-haired sensei teaching a class to throw shuriken. You could tell the young teacher was tense, the way he kept flexing his shoulders, but his voice remained calm. Kakashi chuckled as Iruka deftly dodged a badly thrown weapon. The younger nin was graceful, and athletic, as well. Good to know. He'd like the opportunity to check the man's flexibility, too. 'All in good time,' he told himself. 'All in good time.'

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Iruka had had one hell of a week. Every day after lunch, he had taken his class out to try to teach them the proper way to use projectile weapons. So far, all he had accomplished was receiving numerous nicks, a bruised knee, and a sprained back from trying to dodge the little devils' bad aim. Just as he opened his front door, he felt
another's presence. He turned quickly, causing his back to erupt in pain. Wincing, he glanced up to see who his visitor might be. Hatake Kakashi. What did HE want? All Iruka wanted right now was to soak in a tub of hot water; hopefully, it would ease some of his aches.

Kakashi gave him a smile, his uncovered eye crinkling in an upside down curve. "Good afternoon, Sensei. Mind if I come in?" He deftly slipped past the chuunin into the apartment. Kicking off his sandals, he walked straight to the couch and sat down.

Iruka sighed, and entered also, closing the door behind him. He knew the jounin wouldn't leave without a fight. Any other time, he'd be glad of the man's presence. Right now, however, he hurt too much to appreciate it. "What do you want, Hatake-san? I was going to bathe and go to bed."

"Sounds like a good idea," the jounin chirped. "May I join you?"

Red instantly covered Iruka's cheeks and nose, making his scar stand out. Iruka spluttered before, "I wasn't inviting you! I just want to go to bed!"

'He looks sooo cute like that!' Aloud, "My, you seem to be a bit tense. Would you like a back rub?" Kakashi suited action to words. Before Iruka knew it, the jounin was standing behind him, massaging his shoulders.

Iruka relaxed into the pressure. This felt so good; it's what he'd been needing all week. He shook the thought from his head. "Hatake-san, I really need to go bathe. Thank you for the massage. If you'd please leave..."

Kakashi walked back to the couch and sat down. It was obvious he wasn't going anywhere.

Iruka sighed again, and, ignoring the other man, made his way to the bathroom. He filled the tub with water, hot enough to ease his pain, but cool enough not to scald him. Stripping out of his uniform, he settled into the steaming tub. His eyes closed in bliss at the heat. As the knots in his muscles loosened, he began to be aroused.

Thoughts of the silver-haired nin in his living room brought his erection to full wakefulness. Iruka gripped his shaft and slowly stroked it, thinking of firm lips wrapped skillfully around his member.

He increased the pace, alternating the strength of his grip to imitate what a mouth might do. Iruka tweaked a nipple with his other hand, rolling the nub between forefinger and thumb. His hand moved of its own accord to the other one, then traced patterns lightly over his chest and abdomen. The hand on his cock pumped faster.

Rubbing his thumb over the slit, Iruka imagined the pale man's tongue teasing it. Before long, he felt a tightening in his groin. He pumped even faster. As the pressure built, and was released, Iruka bit his lip to keep from crying out. No need to let his visitor know what he was doing. He cleaned himself up, got out and wrapped a towel around his slim hips.

Iruka walked into his bedroom and got a shock. Hatake Kakashi was sitting on his bed half dressed, a bottle of something in his hand. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing in my room!?" he demanded of the masked nin.

The jounin motioned the younger man over. "Maa, maa, Iruka-sensei. I thought I'd help you by giving you a back rub. Come on; lay on your stomach." He patted the bed beside him.

Iruka cautiously approached the bed. When the other man made no moves towards him, he climbed onto the bed and did as the jounin requested.

Kakashi straddled the tan man's hips and poured a generous amount of lotion into his palm. He rubbed his hands together, then began to massage tense shoulders. As the chuunin relaxed, the older nin moved his hands till he was kneading the man's back. He ran a hand down the ridge of muscle next to the spine, stopping to examine the scar
there. "How did you get this?" he asked quietly, although he was fairly certain he already knew.

Iruka was very relaxed now. He mumbled a response that sounded like, "Mzki,shrkn."

Well, that was clear. Kakashi smirked; he'd been right on that score. He continued to knead Iruka's back, bringing his hands closer and closer to the top of that towel. So far, no protests from the chuunin. He ran a finger under the edge of the towel to guage Iruka's reaction. Not so much as a twitch. He pushed the towel down further, exposing the cleft of that perfect, tanned ass. Still no sign that he'd gone too far.

Kakashi slid a finger along the cleft. Iruka sighed. Was he asleep!? The perverted jounin pulled the towel the rest of the way down, showing off those beautiful globes of firm flesh. He drooled. What would the main character in "Icha Icha Paradise" do if confronted by such a delectable sight? Kakashi bent over the brunette and placed a light kiss on each cheek. Another sigh reached his ears. He began to gently knead his prize, moving to get his legs between the chuunin's, and spread them apart. With his thumbs, he pried the cheeks apart until he had a clear view of that puckered hole. He put more lotion on his hand, making sure to thoroughly coat his fingers. He started to trace circles around the opening with a slick digit.

Iruka tensed up. Kakashi stilled. Then the younger man pushed back against the finger prodding him. Kakashi took this as a good sign, and teased the opening some more. He eased a finger past the tight ring of muscle and paused again as the chuunin tensed once more. He waited until Iruka had relaxed, and pushed his finger farther in. Muscles clenched around his digit and he stopped.

Kakashi was sporting a raging hard-on, but couldn't take the time to deal with it. If everything went as planned, it would soon be taking the place of his finger. As the chuunin again relaxed, the jounin slowly began to pump his finger in and out of that tight fissure.

Iruka groaned, and started to thrust against the finger in him. He was lightly dozing and thought he was dreaming. As a second finger made its way into his ass, he whimpered. He had never had a dream feel so realistic; this was wonderful! When a third finger invaded his passage, the pain woke him. He lay still, trying to get his bearings. Shower, Kakashi, massage. Oh, GOD! Kakashi was...He wasn't sure, but it was starting to feel good again. His imagination kicked in, and before the other knew it, Iruka had flipped over and pulled the man down for a kiss. Fingers still in his ass, he yanked down the mask and pressed his lips against paler ones. He slipped his tongue out to swipe across the jounin's, seeking entrance.

Kakashi felt a tongue on his lips and wasted no time to invade the inviting warmth that was Iruka's mouth. He explored every nook and cranny before wrestling with the younger man's tongue. He sucked Iruka's into his own mouth, stroking it gently, then gave it a light nip. He could feel the chuunin's lips curve into a smile. He pulled away so he could see the other's face. Iruka was giving him such a wicked grin that his cock jumped in his pants. The Copy-nin started to pump his fingers again. He watched as the young sensei's expression changed from devilish to pleasure-filled.

Thinking Iruka was loose enough, Kakashi removed his fingers, earning a moan of protest. He quickly got rid of his restricting pants and boxers, and positioned himself between the chuunin's thighs. Iruka reached up and pulled him back down into a passionate kiss as he eased the head of his cock into the waiting passage.

Iruka moaned into the other's mouth, but wanted more. He thrust upwards, impaling himself on the thick shaft. Oh, that hurt! He stilled until the pain let up, then shifted his hips to let Kakashi know he was ready. The pale nin pulled out slowly then pushed in just as slow. "Harder, Kakashi!" Iruka growled. "Go faster!"

Kakashi grinned, and pulling most of the way out, slammed back in. The brunette moaned loudly. Before long, the chuunin's strong legs were wrapped around a pale waist, and the two were drenched in sweat. Kakashi pounded relentlessly into that tight hole, grunting and moaning. The heat and tightness were incredible. "Icha Icha Paradise" didn't even compare! As the walls around his erection began to squeeze, he grasped Iruka's own hard member and pumped it in time to his thrusts. As the pressure built around his shaft, he gave one final pump with his hand and came, screaming Iruka's name. He could feel hot spurts of cum hitting his chest and abdomen at the same time as the younger nin called out his own name. He lay down on the smaller man, nuzzling his neck. He kissed his way up the tan neck to the jaw, then captured the chuunin's firm lips in a searing kiss.

As they broke apart, Iruka grinned up at him. "That's better than a dream any day!"

Kakashi could only smirk and agree.

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