What Has Been Seen

A/N: This one-shot is sort of an omake for my "If You Love Until It Hurts" on-going fic but it's not part of the series continuity, so you don't have to read the multi-chapter story to understand this one. It also has a much lighter and more humorous tone than the series, since I wanted to write something amusing, rather than my usual doom, gloom and angst. XD I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, if not more. :D

Naruto stretched and rolled his head until he heard his neck crack, looking up at the clear blue sky. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, it was the beginning of summer and things were, for the moment at least, quiet. After their initial victory over Madara’s forces the bastard had gone into hiding, probably to lick his wounds and regroup and had left them all alone for the time being. That didn’t mean, of course, that they’d just give him the opportunity to attack them again – Naruto was determined to pursue the villain until the end of the world if he had to, and his sentiment was shared by all the Kages – that is, the surviving Kages – but for today, he could just enjoy the weather and revel in the fact that he was back home for the first time in almost half an year.

Pein’s devastation had left Konoha reeling, but with Tenzo’s help – and with the assistance of his unique abilities – the newly built Hidden Village was better than before. The buildings were new and shiny, and despite the war effort the villagers had taken the time to paint and decorate them, not to mention that it was much easier to navigate around the village now that they had proper street planning, rather than the convoluted maze it had been before. Of course, since most people who lived and worked here were Ninja, they could just move by jumping from roof to roof – but occasionally people did try to travel in a proper way that didn’t involve making your neighbours listen to you running above their heads.

He passed by the newly built Ichikaru ramen stand and waved happily at the proprietor and his daughter and received a joyful greeting in return and then went on his way. He was home, he was loved, he was respected, he was getting paid, and it was time to bring Iruka-sensei out to lunch. The spirits knew the man had bought him more than enough meals, both to feed him properly and to make him feel better – and Naruto thought that it was high time he returned the favour. Besides, it would be fun to spend a day with Iruka-sensei. He was a reminder of better, more innocent times and Naruto had long realized that he desperately needed as many of those reminders as he could get away with. The road ahead was dark and difficult, and he was eager to enjoy that calm before the storm.

He firmly pushed away the dreary thoughts and headed for Iruka’s home. It was Saturday, and the Chuunin had no classes. Still, it was almost noon now, so he had probably long woken up and was going about his business. Surely a visit from his former student would be most welcome?

Iruka’s new home was situated a newly built neighbourhood that consisted of many almost identical buildings constructed in neat rows. Tenzo had been under too much rush and pressure to be artistic about the buildings, so he had picked a model he liked best and he had duplicated it multiple times to create the neighbourhood, but like everywhere else in Konoha, the residents were quick to add touches of individuality to it – bright colours, well-maintained gardens where they could afford the space and where they couldn’t the balconies were overflowing with blooming, fragrant flowers. His former teacher lived in a small apartment on the third floor in one such building, painted in pale blue with sienna roof.

Naruto paused at the main door at the bottom, his hand frozen over the button of Iruka’s bell. He hadn’t seen the man for so long and he hadn’t called before visiting. What if he was busy? What if he wasn’t even home? Suddenly unsure of himself, he decided that it would be best if he first checked what Iruka was doing to make sure he wouldn’t impose on anything, then, if Iruka wasn’t actually busy, he could burst in the room and scare the living daylights out of him. Naruto giggled gleefully at his plan, something of his old trickster self rearing its adorably ugly head all over again.

He abandoned the front gate and circled around the building, knowing that Iruka’s place was at the back, facing a quiet alley, which suited Naruto’s plans just fine – there were fewer people here who could notice him scaling up a the building. Of course, given his current reputation, no one would think that he was up to no good, but that didn’t mean he had to make them wonder to begin with.

Going up the building wasn’t a problem, of course, and it took him only a few seconds to reach Iruka’s windows. He carefully pressed himself against the wall and grabbed the windowsill, then pulled himself up enough just to peek into the room through the open curtains. The sight inside provoked two reactions in him – his jaw dropped all the way to the sidewalk three floors down and the rest of him almost followed it when he let go of the window in sheer shock. Thankfully, his training and instincts kicked in before he could experience a rather unpleasant landing and he activated his chakra, gluing himself to the wall all over again only a few meters below the window, then carefully climbed up again for a second look, trying to convince himself he had hallucinated the whole thing. Nope, it was still there.

Later, much later, it would occur to him that the first time he saw Kakashi maskless face the Jounin’s full, sensual lips were stretched widely around Iruka-sensei engorged, glistening dick. Naruto hung there and stared as Kakashi’s head bobbed slowly up and down, soft, wet sounds drifting out through the open window, mixed with Iruka’s quiet grunts and moans. Kakashi’s single uncovered eye was trained firmly on Iruka’s face, his expression full of something Naruto could only characterize as adoration. He couldn’t help but stay where he was, his transfixed stare focused on Kakashi’s mouth. His lips were dark, swollen and glistening in the same way as Iruka’s erection. The younger man’s hand was in the messy silver hair, petting it tenderly as Kakashi worked his organ.

“You’re doing so well, love.” Iruka suddenly said and Naruto almost lost his grip on the windowsill again. He had never heard his teacher’s voice sound like that – deep, hoarse, full of dark promises. Naruto felt himself blush to the roots of his hair at that sound, because it sounded even dirtier than what he was witnessing. The gentle hand in Kakashi’s hair slid to his nape and gripped, pressing him forward. The thick, glistening organ slid further and further in Kakashi’s mouth until the Jounin’s nose pressed against Iruka’s skin. Naruto swallowed convulsively at the sight – there was no way Kakashi would be able to breathe that way, but even if that were so, he didn’t seem to mind, because his hips rocked needily against Iruka’s feet and his eye closed in bliss, long silver lashes trembling against his flushed cheek.

“Oh, you love doing that, don’t you?” Iruka said, in the same dark, unrecognizable voice. There was something so hot and primal about it, an animalistic passion that Naruto would’ve never imagined the prim and somewhat uptight teacher would be capable of. “You love having my cock down your throat.” Iruka purred and Naruto had to look away, biting his lip in an attempt to reign in his own tumultuous thoughts. His body was beginning to tingle all over in a very familiar fashion and he blushed even harder, idly thinking that by now he probably looked like a blond tomato. Kakashi’s response - a soft, helpless whimper, didn’t make matters any easier.

When he dared to look up again, he saw that Iruka was no longer sitting on his chair up was instead standing up, though Kakashi was still kneeling before him, his hands sliding Iruka’s pants and underwear down his tanned legs. The Chuunin stepped out of the pants and waited patiently for Kakashi to fold them and place them beside him, then to get up and begin working on his shirt. Kakashi removed and folded that too, placing it on top of the pants, then paused and took a step back, reaching for his own fly. He undressed while both Naruto and Iruka were watching with rapt interest, his clothes joining the growing neat pile on the floor. When he was done he stood there for a few moments, seemingly unsure of himself, even slightly apprehensive, and it occurred to Naruto how odd it was to see Kakashi display such emotion, so open and vulnerable. He couldn’t help but compare the two men – slender, pale Kakashi and Iruka-sensei’s darker, heavier form. So different from each other, yet both so perfect.

Iruka reached for his lover then and tugged him closer, wrapping his arms around him and kissing him full on the lips, swallowing his moan of pleasure when his tanned hands slid down his back and squeezed his muscular behind. Kakashi’s hand gripped his broad shoulders, nails digging in the mocha skin, pausing only to reach for the tie that held his dark hair up and release it. It fell in soft chocolate face around Iruka’s face but Naruto was too busy staring at their lips to pay attention to that, fascinated by sight and the sounds they were making while they kissed. They were close enough and at an angle that made even the most minute detail of their kiss visible. The tingling in his groin had long turned to burning heat, his own erection hardening in the tight confines in his pants and pressing against the wall.

They broke the kiss, Iruka’s gentle hands cradling Kakashi’s face lovingly as he caressed his cheeks, his thumb rubbing over his swollen mouth. Kakashi’s eye was still closed and he leaned into the touch, his lips wrapping around the teasing thumb. It was a profoundly tender gesture, displaying the type of intimacy that transcended physical attraction and spoke of a deep emotional connection and Naruto suddenly felt ashamed to be intruding onto such a private moment between them. He wanted to let go of the ledge and quietly walk away but he remained rooted to his spot, despite what his common sense was telling him, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight inside the room.

Iruka kissed his lover again, then gently gripped his forearm and turned him around, leading him to the large bed by the wall. Kakashi obeyed without a word and allowed Iruka to bend him over the foot of the bed and tuck several pillows under his hips, raising his ass in an almost obscene way as he spread his legs. His face was turned towards Naruto, his cheek pressed against the cool cream sheets, eye still closed, lips parted in unmistakable pleasure. Naruto’s body throbbed with arousal as he watched Iruka looming over his lover. He reached and ran his hands over Kakashi’s smooth back, caressing the lines of his muscles, tracing the indentation of his spine to the small of his back. Kakashi visibly shuddered at the touch and Naruto shivered with him, licking his suddenly dry lips. Then Iruka suddenly pressed his hand against Kakashi’s cheek again, his fingers spread over his temple and into his hair, the mocha skin glowing against the Jounin’s lily-white flesh.

“You trust me, Kakashi?” Iruka said softly, and it was more of a statement than a question. Kakashi nodded minutely, seeming too out of it to react in any other way. “Good.”
Then he pulled away enough to get a decent grip on Kakashi’s hips and lifted him, then pushed him forward onto the mattress until he was entirely on top of it and arranged him into a similar kneeling position adding one more pillow for him to rest comfortably on. When he was done he gripped Kakashi’s wrists and pulled them behind his back, tying them up with what appeared to be a red silk scarf he produced from under the mattress. Having no leverage Kakashi’s shoulders dropped to the bed and he lay there, helpless, completely at the mercy of his lover. All Naruto could do was gape and stare, trying to wrap his mind around two things – that Kakashi would feel safe enough with anyone to allow them to do this to him, and that Iruka’s tastes might be running into that direction.

Despite the popular belief, Naruto was not, in fact, a virgin, and even while he had technically been one, his travels with Jiraiya had exposed him to sights both educational and disturbing. He was far from innocent, in every sense of the word, and he had no illusions that teachers didn’t have sex. He knew that both Kakashi and Iruka probably did, though he knew that in the abstract way he knew that the Moon was causing the ocean tides. He just had never expected seeing them having sex. Nor had he expected to find the sight this arousing.

Inside the room Iruka was bent over Kakashi’s supine body and was raining small kisses over his shoulders, his hands exploring the taut body, tickling his sides, pinching his nipples, caressing the soft flesh of the insides of his thighs. The Jouning barely made a sound during these ministrations, though Naruto could see that his flush was deepening, spreading over his neck and shoulders, tiny, glistening drops of sweat forming on his smooth skin. Iruka pulled back, smiled and ruffled his hair playfully before caressing his behind again. Still smiling, he tightened his grip on Kakashi’s muscled asscheeks and massaged them for a moment, obviously enjoying the way the supple flesh felt in his grip before he spread them and looked down. Naruto sucked in his breath and almost groaned out loud at the sight. He had never imagined he’d see Kakashi in that particular pose, open in such an intimate, vulnerable way, but then again, he hadn’t imagined he would see a lot of things. Even at a distance he could see the Jounin’s entrance – small and pink, twitching under Iruka’s intense scrutiny. A tanned finger gently ran up and down between his cheeks before pressing against the muscle, tenderly tracing its shape without penetrating him.

“You’re always so soft here, love, and so tight. I can’t get enough of touching you.” Iruka cooed gently as his finger rubbed him again and again. Kakashi whimpered and Naruto pressed his forehead against the relatively cool wood of the windowsill, trying to contain his own arousal. A needy cry came through the window and he looked up again and was rewarded with another shocking though not unwelcome sight – Iruka had kneeled down on the bed and his moist, agile tongue was teasing Kakashi’s entrance.

“Mmmm…aaah!” was all the coherence Kakashi was apparently capable of while Iruka teased and licked him gently, and Naruto had to agree. The Chuunin pressed closer, his tongue finally breaching Kakashi’s body, his fingers tightening over the taut skin, nails digging into his skin and marking him in an unmistakable way.

“Oh, oh, Master!”

Naruto was ready to hump the wall when that particular cry reached his ears and he gaped, staring at Kakashi’s expression – a mix of lust and desperation. He shook his head, thinking that he had probably imagined it, there was no way Kakashi would call anyone that way, not even the Hokage…

“Master, please!”

Yup, he actually did. Just how was he supposed to look either of them in the face from now on without spontaneously combusting was beyond Naruto’s capabilities to think, but at the moment he was far too shocked to even begin to worrying about it.

Iruka pulled away, smirking, reaching to pet Kakashi’s reddened cheek again.

“Yes, love? Did you want something?”

“P-please.” Was the soft reply. Kakashi’s entire body was shaking.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me.” He begged, his hips rocking against the pillows. Iruka gripped them roughly to make him stop.

“Ah-uh… What did I say about pleasuring yourself?” he chided tenderly.

“Not… not without your permission.”

“Indeed. Now, tell me, do you think you’ve been a good enough boy to deserve such a reward?”

The was a long, anguished silence.

“I… I don’t know.” Whispered Kakashi and Naruto almost felt sorry for him.

“That’s okay.” Iruka soothed. “I do. And the answer is no, you haven’t been good enough boy. You’ve been disobeying my orders. I told you to eat regularly even when I wasn’t around to make sure of it, and I come back and you’ve lost weight. You forgot again, didn’t you?”

Kakashi nodded after a slight hesitation.

“Yes. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please…”

“Hush now.”

The Jounin quieted down immediately.

“You’ve been bad, but I know you didn’t do it just to antagonize me, so I will have mercy on you. I will take you…” Iruka began and Kakashi beamed at him, looking over his shoulder “…but I forbid you to come.” Oddly enough, the older man didn’t stop beaming. Iruka gave him a stern look. “I’m serious, Kakashi. You won’t finish without my express permission, or I will have to take drastic measures, do you understand?”

The Jouning nodded eagerly and raised his hips, spreading his legs even further, silently begging to be mounted. Iruka’s stern expression softened.

“Do you want me to put the ring on you? Or can you control yourself without aid?”

Kakashi shook his head no.

“No. That won’t be necessary. I want to please you.

“Very well.”

He reached to the bedside drawer and removed a vial of clear fluid from it, then unstoppered it and paused, hesitating, apparently considering his options.

‘Isn’t he going to prepare him?’ Naruto wondered, thinking back to the one time when he and Gaara didn’t do that properly. He had caused pain to his friend back then, and while pain was something every ninja was used to, Naruto didn’t like the thought of causing it intentionally to someone.

Apparently Iruka reached the same conclusion, because he poured a generous amount between Kakashi’s cheeks and then slid his fingers there too. The Jounin moaned and bit on the sheets as his lover’s fingers slowly prepared him and opened his body for their joining. Iruka was watching him the whole time, his face, his reactions, his body language, a tender half-smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He took his time, not rushing through the preparation, his callused finger sliding in and out of Kakashi’s entrance. His other hand came to rest on his behind as well and pulled it apart for the Chuunin to see better what he was doing, inadvertently giving Naruto a perfect view to the Iruka’s fingers stretching the now reddened muscle, three at a time. After adding a fourth the younger man spent a few more minutes pumping them in and out of his lover, then removed them, and grabbed the same vial again. This time he poured a generous amount of the oil onto his straining erection and spread it all over the hard length of it, biting his lip at the sensation. When he was done, he guided himself to Kakashi’s entrance and allowed the thick head to press against his entrance, teasingly rubbing it over the glistening muscle without sliding it. The sound of need Kakashi made was almost animalistic and Naruto bit on his tongue when he felt his own erection twitch in sympathy. Iruka had mercy on them both and finally slid in, slowly, carefully, waiting for Kakashi to adjust to his considerable girth when he was finally in him. When the Jounin began to shift, indicating that he was ready, Iruka started moving, his pace deliberately slow and deep, rocking his lover’s entire body when he slammed in. His hands came to rest on Kakashi’s hips as he gripped him harshly to keep him in pace, leaving hand-shaped bruises on the pale skin. The Jouning cried out wantonly every time the cock slid in, pressing against his sweet spot again and again. They were a sight to behold, Naruto thought idly, despite his arousal and surprise. Both of them moving and writhing with almost feline grace, Kakashi pale and stretched out on the bed, his hands still tied behind his back, leaving him completely to the mercy of his darker lover; the muscles on Iruka’s broad back and ass flexing and relaxing with each thrust, the large scar where years ago took a giant Shuriken to protect Naruto made all the more prominent by that movement. They were beautiful.

“Oh, please….yes, yes, so good, please…” he was babbling a litany of please and encouragements. Iruka for his part was mostly silent, only allowing himself to growl and grunt occasionally, his expression tightly controlled, though his dark eyes were absolutely smoldering as he looked down on his lover, focusing on the place where their bodies joined.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled.

“You… only you!”

His hand swung and slapped him harshly against his ass, leaving a red handprint. Kakashi jerked in his grip and cried out.

“Not good enough! Try again.”

Kakashi cried out again, apparently too aroused to be able to form coherent sentences. Iruka slapped the other cheek, and then again, alternating sides and apparently not holding back. His pace had increased, his hips rapidly pistoning in and out of him, but losing none of the strength behind his thrusts.

“Answer the question, pet!”

“You! I belong to you! You own me, and you can do as you please with me!”

The spanking didn’t stop and Naruto winced, because the Jounin’s flesh was quickly turning cherry red. Iruka wasn’t holding his strength back at all. If Kakashi wasn’t enjoying it so obviously he would’ve interfered by now, consequences be damned.

“And will you disobey my orders again?”

He grabbed his reddened cheek between and thumb and index finger and twisted, pinching it harshly. Kakashi whimpered.

“Will you?”

“No…” he sounded on the verge of tears. “Not ever again. I’ll do everything you say. I would do anything for you!”

Iruka groaned and threw his head back, finally losing control, his hips jerking erratically as he came inside his lover. His expression was that of sheer unadulterated ecstasy and he kept rocking inside Kakashi until he was completely spent. When he was done he slumped over him for a few moments, his eyes closed in lethargic bliss. Kakashi could do nothing but lay there, shaking in need as he waited for Iruka to come to his senses. When he finally did the Chuunin lifted his head and rained soft, wet kisses over the older man’s flushed and sweaty shoulders before he finally pulled back and pulled out. Kakashi groaned when he suddenly felt empty and shifted unhappily, but Iruka was already working, untying the scarf around his wrists and removing the pillows under his hips before flipping him over and lifting and spreading his legs until his knees touched his shoulders. It gave Naruto another perfect view of his now stretched, glistening and leaking opening, his eyes immediately focusing on the arousing sight. Who could’ve imagined that Kakashi-sensei could look so good when just fucked? Then he looked a bit higher and realized just how aroused Kakashi still was. His balls were drawn up, his erection swollen and almost purple in colour. It looked almost painful and he winced again

Iruka was looking down on him, his expression soft and tender.

“I will hold you to your promise, pet. I won’t allow you to neglect yourself.”

“Yes, Master.” The answer was barely audible.

Iruka smiled.

“Good boy. You can come now.”

The permission was all Kakashi needed, because he arched and groaned, jet after jet of pearly fluid shooting from his engorged cock and splattering all over his chest, throat and face, some of it landing in his open in pleasure mouth.

The sight was enough to almost push Naruto over the edge as well when…

“NARUTO!” Sakura’s shrill voice came from bellow. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE, YOU PERVERT!?”

Kakashi and Iruka finally looked in his direction and met his panicked blue eyes, gaping at him in shock. He gaped back in equal terror.

“NARUTO!”

He suddenly remembered Tenzo’s description of Tsunade-sama’s reaction when she caught Jiraiya spying on her in the hot springs. This was going to hurt.