Seducing Sensei

Sasuke walked through the empty halls of the Konoha Academy. It felt like it had been lifetime since he'd last walked the halls in his quest to become a ninja. In the four years since he'd graduated the academy and become a full ninja, so much had happened in his life that made him feel older than his sixteen years. In the three years since he'd first walked away from the village, Sasuke had discovered so many truths about himself and about his clan, and Konoha in general, that he knew he had to make this trip back. In a small part of his mind, Sasuke was just happy to get away from his new team if nothing else. In general, he had no problem with them, they served their purpose and were adequate to what he needed. But even one night off from the incessant attentions of Karin was a joy to Sasuke.

Shuddering he pushes thoughts of his new team aside. Stopping outside of the classroom he'd grown up in, Sasuke allows himself a few moments to remember his first team, feeling a few pangs of regret. Shaking his head, Sasuke squares his shoulders and pushes the door open, stepping into the empty classroom. As he closes the door behind himself, his gaze settles immediately on the reason he'd come back to Konoha after so long. The startled brown eyes that watched him from behind the desk filled Sasuke with pleasant memories. Moving across the room quickly, he settles himself on a corner of the desk next to Iruka, smiling down at his former teacher.

"Hello, Sensei. It's been a long time."

"Sasuke? What the heck are you doing here?"

"What, you're not happy to see me, Sensei? Oh how that breaks my heart."

Iruka glares at Sasuke, giving him more flashbacks to when he was just a boy learning to be a ninja. "Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm not a boy anymore, I can't be intimidated by the glare of my sensei."

"You know you've been declared a rogue ninja, right? They're looking for you, and if you're here in the village it's only a matter of time."

Sasuke crosses his arms over his chest, feeling odd in the new clothes. He'd dressed himself in a standard uniform of a Konoha ninja. He'd even dampened his hair to slick down his usually unruly, spiked hair. Shifting uncomfortably in the strange uniform, Sasuke sighs in frustration and stands, unzipping the vest and slipping it off. He tosses it to the desk behind him and sits back down on the corner, peering into Iruka's eyes.

"Are you actually encouraging me to run, Sensei? I'm shocked!" Sasuke smirks at Iruka, then leans closer to the older man before he continues. "Well then, I guess I better do what I came to do and be gone, right?"

"How did you even get into the village without being seen?"

Sasuke sighs and leans back, crossing his arms over his chest again. "You sure are full of questions, Sensei. Does it really matter how I got in? I didn't kill anyone if that's what you're afraid of. I didn't touch a single person, ninja or civilian."

Iruka frowns, leaning back in his chair as he stares up at his former student. "Ok, Sasuke, why are you here? What do you want?"

Sasuke smiles, glad to finally be getting to the point of his visit. "Both questions have the same answer: You."

Iruka blinks and shakes his head, not sure he'd heard correctly. "What?"

Sasuke chuckles and slides off the corner of the desk, stepping sideways to put himself between Iruka and his desk. "I said, you." Sasuke pauses and leans over Iruka, propping his hands on the arms of the chair to brace himself, stopping with his face inches from Iruka's, he whispers the rest. "I'm here for you. I want you."

The color drains from Iruka's face at the shock of what he was hearing. Clearing his throat, he leans back as far as he can in his chair, not that it really gets him any further away from the last of the Uchiha clan. "What are you talking about Sasuke?" he asks, his voice coming out in a quiet, almost pained squeak.

Sasuke smiles and closes the small distance Iruka had managed to put between them. "I've had a crush on you since I was a kid. I never really thought much of it until I left the village, but then, I had other things to occupy my mind. Now that I've killed Itachi though, my mind is free to remind me of just how much I wanted you when I was a boy. There's a war coming, and I'm not so sure Konoha is going to survive it, so I knew this was the best time to come and collect what I've wanted for so many years."

Color climbs up Iruka's face at Sasuke's admission, forcing him to admit to himself at least that he'd always been interested in Sasuke more than was probably healthy for a grown man. But, now that Sasuke was grown up as well, Iruka knew that he could act on those attractions without fear of reprisal. Embarrassed now, Iruka clears his throat and pushes thoughts of attractions aside to seize on the rest of what Sasuke had said. "War? What war?"

Sasuke chuckles and shakes his head. "I didn't come to talk about that, and I think you know very well what war I'm speaking of. So tell me Sensei, are you going to give in to that desire I see in your eyes, or do you need to be persuaded?"

The blush that had begun to fade flares back to life at Sasuke's words, making Iruka squirm uncomfortably. "I don't know what you're talking about, Sasuke. You'd better leave before the Anbu find you. I'd hate to see you captured."

"Why's that, Sensei?" Sasuke asks quietly as he lowers himself to sit in Iruka's lap, smirking at the bulge he feels at Iruka's crotch.

Iruka closes his eyes, fighting to suppress the shiver that wants to wrack his body when Sasuke's weight settles in his lap. "Wh-why's what?"

Sasuke grins and leans over, brushing his lips against Iruka's ear before he whispers, "What would you hate to see me captured?"

Losing the fight with his body, Iruka shivers when Sasuke's lips brush against his ear. With each warm brush of his breath in his ear as he speaks, Iruka feels his control slipping until he's all but undone. "Because... you're my... were my student."

Sasuke grins wider, leaving his lips almost pressed to Iruka's ear as he continues to whisper. "Oh? Is that the only reason, Sensei? You can tell me, I promise it will be our secret."

Iruka shudders now, his hands gripping the arms of his chair tight enough to make his knuckles stand out white and to make the wood groan under the pressure of his grasp. In spite of himself, Iruka hears the truth slip past his lips before he can stop them. "Because I want you."

Sasuke smirks and sits back to look down into Iruka's face, amused by the conflicting emotions, desire, resistance, joy and anger. "Do you, Sensei? Do you really?"

As Iruka watches, Sasuke slides his hands to the bottom of his shirt, grabbing the hem and pulling it slowly over his head. He takes his time about pulling the shirt off, giving the older man plenty of time to admire the ripple of muscles in his chest. When he finally pulls the shirt off and tosses it aside, Iruka's conflicting emotions have faded to leave only his desire behind. Leaning in, Sasuke brushes his lips against his former teacher's, just the barest hint of pressure as he speaks. "Then you shall have me, Sensei."

With a groan that could be thought of as either defeat or desire, Iruka wrapped his arms around Sasuke as he presses their lips together. Iruka stands, pulling the younger male against his chest as he kissed him, tasting the boy's mouth, his hands exploring the muscles that rippled along his back and sides. Somewhere in the flood of pleasure, during the kissing, the exploring, their clothes vanished. When they both return to their senses, panting with effort and desire, they're both nude standing beside the desk. The smirk Sasuke turns to Iruka makes the older man shudder and close his eyes briefly as he has a moment to wonder if he was making a mistake before he finds himself turned to lean over his desk. Iruka has a fleeting desire to object before he feels the younger male pressed against his back. Feeling the hardness of him pressed between his cheeks, Iruka shudders and leans down to rest his forehead on top of his desk for a moment.

Sasuke leans down and drags his tongue up Iruka's spine, making him shudder, and making his own body tense in pleasure. With anticipation riding him, Sasuke changes position, angling himself for penetration, but stops, just brushing himself against that waiting opening. Leaning over Iruka again, Sasuke grabs the ponytail at the back of his head and pulls him up, whispering in his ear, "Tell me you want it, Sensei, and you'll have it."

Iruka shudders and groans as he's pulled back up by his hair. He peers across the empty classroom as Sasuke speaks, then squeezes his eyes closed as he moans his reply, "I want it."

Smirking, Sasuke slides his hands down to Iruka's hips, and gripping them firmly pushes his own hips forward, sucking in a sharp breath between clenched teeth as he slowly begins to inch his way into the older man. He works half of his length into the tight hole, then has to stop, panting and fighting to regain control of his surging pleasure. To distract himself, he leans over Iruka to whisper in his ear again. "Those rumours about you and Kakashi weren't true were they? You're a virgin, aren't you?"

Iruka could only nod, and Sasuke smirks as he stands back up, looking down to see where he was half buried in the older man, shuddering at the sight of it. Drawing a deep breath and holding it, he begins to inch his way in once more, making small, shallow thrusts, carefully working the tightness out, stretching the opening to better accommodate him. When at last he stands sheathed inside the older man, Sasuke leans forward, pressing his forehead to the center of Iruka's back, panting in pleasure. Tilting his head, he presses a kiss to Iruka's spine, then slides his right hand around from Iruka's hip, wrapping his fingers around the hard length of Iruka's own shaft. Smiling, he begins to pull himself out, inch by inch, his hand slowly sliding up the length of Iruka's cock in time with the exit of his own. When he stands with the head of Iruka's cock fisted in his hand, and the head of his own still within Iruka, Sasuke shudders and lets loose his first moan.

Inching his way back in, his hand sliding down Iruka's length in time, Sasuke leans himself against Iruka's back for a moment, feeling light-headed under the barrage of pleasure. Once he was sheathed once more inside the no longer so painfully tight opening, Sasuke stands up and draws a deep breath and settles himself, widening his stance slightly. He gives a squeeze to the base of Iruka's cock, making the older man shudder, then begins to pull back out. He only allows half of himself to slip free this time before thrusting back in fully. Giving only the barest of pauses, Sasuke begins to pull back out again. Increasing speed slowly, Sasuke bites down in his bottom lips, his face drawn up in concentration as pleasure threatens to take his control and end it before he was ready. He gradually increases the speed of his thrusting, matching the pumping of his fist to the pumping of his hips to guarantee that he brought Iruka with him to that edge of pleasure.

When he knew he wasn't going to last much longer, Sasuke gave Iruka's cock a quick squeeze and moaned, "Close, I'm close Sensei." Iruka gave an answering moan that Sasuke took to mean that he was close as well. Increasing the speed of his thrusting, Sasuke gives in to that pleasure, reveling in the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Sliding his left hand up, he grabs Iruka's ponytail again, pulling the older man's head back and to the side so that he could see the pleasure on his face as well as hear the sounds of pleasure. Shuddering as he reaches his climax, Sasuke gives one last hard thrust, burying his entire length inside of Iruka as he pumps jet after jet of his seed into the older man. He resumes thrusting again, his movement uneven and ragged, but through it all, he keeps the pumping of his fist up and down Iruka's throbbing length even.

Just as his own climax is beginning to wind down, Iruka reaches his. With a loud cry, he begins to splatter his own seed across whatever paperwork he'd been doing when Sasuke had arrived. Feeling the pulsing of the cock in his hand, and the clenching of that tight ring of muscle around his own shaft pushes Sasuke over the edge to another, much smaller climax. When the pleasure passes for them both, Sasuke lets go of Iruka's ponytail, allowing him to slump over his desk. Sasuke leans over him, resting on his sweaty back as they both pant and shiver with the aftershocks of pleasure. When he's sure he can move properly and his breathing was beginning to return to normal, Sasuke slides his hand away from Iruka's rapidly softening shaft and stands up. He pulls himself out of the older man with a soft hiss at the friction to over-sensitive flesh, then drops back to sit in Iruka's chair as he comes the rest of the way down from the peak of his pleasure.

After several minutes, Sasuke leans over and pulls a drawer open, pulling out the box of tissues that had always been there and begins to clean himself up, glancing from time to time at Iruka still bent and sprawled over the top of his desk in a daze of pleasure. "You know, Sensei," Sasuke begins as be starts to redress himself. "I had planned on only doing this once, to get you out of my system, but that was so much more enjoyable than I could have ever imagined it would be, I don't think I can leave it at only one encounter."

When Iruka gives only a quiet moan in answer, Sasuke chuckles and finishes dressing himself. Stepping up behind the older man, Sasuke reaches down and grabs that ponytail one last time and pulls him up to his feet, making his former teacher look back over his shoulder at him. Smiling, Sasuke leans closer and whispers, "What do you think, Sensei? Should I continue to dodge the Anbu and come back here from time to time?"

Iruka can only stare at Sasuke, seeing his destruction in those black eyes, and knowing he wanted that passion, that pleasure, too much to say no. Closing his eyes for a moment, Iruka draws a deep, shuddering breath before answering. "You don't always have to come here. I can find a way to come meet you."

Sasuke grins at the unexpected answer, then nods. "That sounds like a good plan to me, though I have to be honest, I did rather enjoy the excitement of slipping into the village unnoticed, and fucking you right here in my old classroom knowing that I could be caught at any time. So, I think I'll keep doing just that, but sometimes, when you can't wait for my next visit, you can come to me. We'll set up a place to meet and a way for you to get a message to me the next time I come."

Iruka can only nod, knowing that this boy now had a hold on him stronger than even he could understand. Clearing his throat, Iruka closes his eyes for a moment, then asks quietly, "When will you come to me again?"

Sasuke smirks at the question, then shrugs. "I have something I need to take care of, so, probably about a month." He lets go of Iruka's ponytail and walks around the desk, heading for the door. He pauses once and looks back at the older man. "Do you think you can manage to wait a month for my return?"

When Iruka only nods, Sasuke smirks again and pulls the door open, but before he steps out he calls back quietly, "Tell me you want it."

"I want it," Iruka whispers. When Sasuke slips out into the hall and closes the door behind him, Iruka murmurs, "And with it comes my destruction."