Too good

A/N: Inspired by the story ‘Tolerant Intolerance’ by Hatochan. If you haven’t read it, it is ridiculous awesome.

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Scene: Kakashi and Iruka have an established relationship. The following events can be set whenever in the cannon.

Kakashi flew over the rooftops, barely touching the hot tiles as he singlemindedly dashed toward the Hokage’s tower. Only moments earlier, a falcon had delivered a message summoning him with words that sent a chill into the pit of his stomach and made his heart lurch painfully; the Hokage wanted him because something had happened to Iruka.

Genma was waiting in the Hokage’s office when he launched himself in through the open window; his senbon twitched between his lips and he shifted uneasily. Kakashi landed in a crouch, ready to catapult out the window in case Iruka was in danger somewhere, a fresh wave of adrenaline surging into him as he saw the front of Genma’s and Tsunade’s shirts covered in blood.

“Calm down brat, he’s safe and uninjured.” Tsunade said, clearly ill at ease what with the fight or flight response practically radiating off Kakashi. “It’s all because of that perverted teammate of mine,” she sighed with annoyance, “and Iruka being nice to a fault.”

“What happened?” Kakashi demanded, adding, “Hokage-sama,” as an afterthought.

“I confiscated a suspicious looking vial from Jiraiya; it turned out to be an aphrodisiac,” she sighed, massaging her temples in an attempt to dispel the headache coming on from the debacle that was unfolding, “a very potent one; just a whiff of the stuff and whoever it is turns… well, you’ll see. Anyhow, the vial fell off the desk and smashed on the floor and when I ran out to get the proper gear to clean it up, Iruka came in and took it upon himself to be helpful. Needless to say, when I came back he had sopped it up in paper towels and was putting in the garbage and there was nothing to be done at that point. I tried healing it, with a poison curing jutsu, but it appears whoever made the stuff knew what they were doing because that didn’t work… nothing has. Jiraiya said it just has to run its course.”

“Which is where you come in,” Genma said, pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning against. “I informed Hokage-sama that you might be able to help, what with your extensive…knowledge… of the…relevant… topic, and your… familiarity with Iruka.” It seemed that Genma’s filthy mouth had sense enough to spare the Hokage, for which Kakashi was thankful.

“What’s with all the blood?” Kakashi asked, wondering if Iruka had gone ape shit on Jiraiya and killed the unfortunate man who had dared incite the ‘wrath of Iruka’.

“Ahhh,” Tsunade said, visually squirming. “Just follow us,” and she led Genma out of the room and down to a door guarded by Kotetsu and Izumo, both also with blood soaking the fronts of their shirts.

Genma unlocked the door, saying, “Brace yourself.”

Kakashi peered around the door…and immediately had a nosebleed that soaked his facemask and threatened to propel him back out the door and into the wall with the force of the blood gushing out.


Kakashi silently thanked whatever Gods had decided to smile with fortune on him that day, and wondered what he could have ever done to deserve this. Lying on his back, with his arms restrained above his head in chakra cuffs was the single most erotic sight Kakashi had ever seen, and his being Kakashi, that meant quite a bit. Iruka was oozing sensuality, naked to the waist with a sheen of sweat making his sun-kissed skin glisten. The chuunin’s hair was open, and strands of it clung to his cheeks and forehead, his eyes were half lidded, his lips parted as his breath came in soft pants. His skin was flushed; across his cheeks, his scar, down his neck and across his chest. His nipples were hard and dark, swollen with blood from his obviously aroused state, speaking of which, his uniform pants were pulled tight across his groin, his erection poking up at the fabric, leaving a damp spot across the front.

“Kami-sama,” Kakashi breathed out reverently, his eyes worshiping the body layed out before him.

“If the Hokage hadn’t been in the room, I swear to the Gods I would have jumped him, Hatake,” said Genma, drinking in the sight as well, blood dribbling down his chin and onto his already blood-stained shirt.

“Think you can handle it, brat?” Tsunade asked, trying hard not to peek around the door lest she embarrass herself by sporting another nosebleed.

Kakashi struggled with coherency as most of his blood had gone out his nose or to the head between his thighs. With tremendous effort, he managed to come up with, “I’ll take it from here,” to which a certain green-clad jounin would have ranted on about being ‘such a hip and cool response’ had he been able to speak in the presence of the sex god that was one Umino Iruka.

“The cuffs have to stay on,” Tsunade instructed.

Genma smirked, muttering,“He’s a freaking public health threat.”

Tsunade cleared her throat, agitatedly and handed a discreet looking velvet bag to Kakashi. “I believe you’ll find the supplies necessary to fulfill your mission in here. There are some food pills to give you energy if you need it.”

“Thanks, Hokage-sama,” he said, as he took the bag, his eye crinkling up in an inverted ‘u.’

“I’m going to put a sound barrier on the room to give you some privacy,” Tsunade said, all business now. “You can lock the door, and just report to me whenever you have…resolved the…issue.” And with that, both she and Genma, with Kotetsu and Izumo tagging along behind them left, leaving Kakashi on his own to deal with one hot, heavenly, horny Iruka.

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Next chapter: Kakashi takes care of business, but Iruka is hard to satisfy.

A/N: I'm going on vacation for 3 weeks, no update until after then. Use your dirty little imaginatins to guess what will happen next. Any suggestions or requests are welcome, just post it in a review. Always love feedback, and flames light my fires bebeh! Muahahahah!