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Japanese Names and Their Meanings: Iruka- dolphin Terms: Aaa- er, oh, ah, well,...
Robotic-like, Kakashi began stripping Iruka of his casual evening wear. With the meat of his arm, he held the younger man docile in place against the wall in what would be considered a chest arm brace.
Black soft locks tickled his masked face as he pressed closer to Iruka to reach. His searching fingertip came in contact with a skyblue sash that was hidden underneath the long sleeved cotton white shirt that Iruka wore.
Upon lifting the hem of the top up with his gloved hand, Kakashi saw that the silky material band was fastened around the young school teacher's surprisingly thin waist by the stitched hooped straps. Preventing what looked like pajama pants that were two sizes larger from sliding down his skinny hips.
//It appears, Iruka had lost a considereable amount of weight since team 7's arrival back from the Grass Country. He wondered how he managed to overlook this bit of troubling information when he had dropped by that same day in the duty acceptance room to submit the mission report to the younger man. Not that he should care.//
Kakashi ignored as the younger man he had held captive to the wall, squirmed in his grip, as Iruka's pants pooled down to their feet. Possibly from embarrassment.
Glancing up, Kakashi was correct in his assumption as Iruka's face flushed hotly. A bright contrast compared to the damage he caused when he had beat the younger man's face with his open palm in a fit of anger.
Taking a kunai from his hidden pouch compartments, Kakashi cut a precise line down Iruka's shirt with the blades sharp edge, concentrating so not to nip the younger man.
Iruka had looked at him bewildered during the entire procedure, chocolate brown pools wide and dilated.
//Good.
Show him what a man is capable of doing. Not everything is fluff and cute in a relationship as is claimed by the public. There is also a darker-side that is kept hidden that isn't talked much about but still exist. He knows this from past experiences while on the battlefield and when his soldiers were in heat.//
Turning,... peering,...Kakashi saw that it was the young boy, Naruto.
Hesitantly, he placed his gloved hand on the gennin's golden locks which stuck wildly up from the leaf headband protector that had been tied too tightly around the boys forehead. A flash of white teeth and the boys attention went to Sasuke behind them, where his student stuck his tongue out in triumph at the attention he was receiving by what Naruto had termed him as 'the old man' when not referring to him as Master on the training field or during missions.
Sasuke as usual stood impassive, not caring; even as the pink-haired girl, Sakura, draped an arm around her crushes arm and led him over to stand the opposite of my side, flanking Naruto and I.
// My heart twinged at this. Everything so normal. Life going on as though it never stopped or altered. For me it did. For Iruka too,... And I played a part in that change. By the slip of lips of a shy but kind man and angry disgust for my part. Kami, what had I done,... //
It was a bit big in size but it'll suffice for Iruka's lesson. It was even cased.
Grabbing the embroidery scroll of green, red, and gold from the shelf, Kakashi walked calmly over to the bed where he tied Iruka to, after dispersing the younger teacher from the rest of his clothes. Or what was left of his clothes, anyway.
He watched disinterested as the chocolate brown pools widened in disbelief at him, the man fighting furiously to be released from the bondage he had placed him effortlessly in. Kakashi couldn't help but sigh annoyed from where he stood, as he held the choice of weapon to continue the lesson with.
He was a jounin and an expert at rope tying.
Iruka didn't stand half a chance in undoing those ropes, unless he was willing to sacrifice the condition of his hands in his fruitless attempts. That was if, Iruka was able to slip them out of the kemp rope first, unless he could conjure up a blade out of thin air. It was the only way to be freed of that imprisonment, unless he himself untied the school teacher or if somehow Iruka had enough strength to break free of the joint strands. Which he shouldn't, since Iruka's power level reached only a chuunin level but he could say it was even lower than that, if he compared the younger man to the new potential gennin candidates that had graduated from the Ninja Academy. Some of the members power levels were even up near jounin level.
In his opinion, Iruka's effort was wasteful and boring to watch.
She smiled smugly at the clueless boy from her standpoint, taking a step in front and giving Naruto a snarky look. Inner Sakura, secretly smiled fondly at the boys bravery of her 'attacks.' Sakura started remembering all the times she pummeled Naruto's ass and how he let her, regardless that he was much stronger than herself. Heh...
Sasuke looked over at her, black eyebrow raising in question and she turned to him, feeling his gaze on her side head. She was back in full BLUSH mode. Hearts appearing above her.
Sasuke sighed, rolling his eyes and went back to standing and looking coldly ahead. Girls were weird.
The old man's head turned away from the vacant chair to face the young pink-haired girl standing by her team, "Yes, Sakura." This morning when he woke up, he
had a strange preminiscion but had brushed it off from old age and too much process food as a late snack the night before when he had went to bed. Now, one of his teachers were missing and he received no report that Iruka was on sick-leave. Maybe an old man will call on his hunch, after he gave Team 7 their
assignment for today. It's not like the staff members will miss him much. It's been rather quiet with Iruka gone, besides the usual chit-chat going around him. That too concerned the whereabouts of everyone's favorite teacher.
Sighing dejectively, the Third tried to focus his attention
on the young impatient pink-haired gennin in front of him, a distance back from where he sat. "Well, the mission, if you please,.." Inner Sakura: 'Grrr... Now OLD MAN or
ELSE!!' Fist swinging.
The Hokage tipped his sedge hat down and folded his hands before him on the wooden table, wise eyes dimming, "Why yes, of course," apologized the Third, smiling a half-hearted smile, "Today, you, Kakashi, and your team will be
handling-"
"Suck," was the order.
With the side of his mouth still sore from being smacked in the face Twice, with difficulty Iruka did as was instructed. His tongue timidly touched the gloved digit as he swirled the tip of his tongue around the jounin instructor's index finger that took up the recesses of his entire mouth.
Breathing became a task as the blood and spit produced from his mouth wound and saliva glands circulated to the back of his throat canal. Iruka coughed wretchedly, as each liquid dripped down his esophagus in slow streams.
He wanted to grasp something to subdue the pain that clawed away at his insides but that was impossible with his
hands tied up. Brown brow twisting in agony, Iruka start at the unfamiliar feel of a cool finger curving a path onto his lower abdominal muscle. He wrenched his body away the best he could as the lewd touching changed to trace to his lower regions.
Namely his crotch.
Kakashi was the first person to ever touch him in a sexual way and he had fantasized it, like the hopeless romantic he was, that his first time would be in a sweet loving manner. But not this. Not anything like this.
When he had easily confessed his tender feelings to the seasoned warrior, Iruka had expected either acceptance or rejection but Kakashi outdid his expectations. The silver-jounin even shattered his image of the proud and honored-bound man that he had held.
Kami, he never wanted this. *sob* And it would of been better for both their sakes, if he had never shared his best kept secret.
But although he had, Iruka knew that not one ounce of him will ever hate this man for what he's about to do to him.
But in price of that, Iruka didn't think he had the heart to ever be by the silver-haired man either. Not for Naruto, not even for this newly discovered love that had flowered.
Only a few selected people had a place in his heart and that was his deceased parents, Naruto, the Third Hokage, this man, and a few special friends.
After tonight, Iruka doubt his heart will ever welcome this jounin. That was just asking too much of him, especially since his trust was now being violated.
That from a new friend, as well as a fellow ninja of the Hidden Leaf.
Guiding his finger to the younger man's rear, he pushed Iruka's legs apart, not caring that when he did so, he was hurting him in the process.
With his finger, Kakashi slipped the tip pass the tight wrinkly ring of muscle, where it swallowed into darkness and heat.
Peculiarly, he probed inside the firm yet moist passage.
He was surprised at how it didn't give in. Kakashi would think if, Iruka slept around, that the inside walls would be slack but they weren't, to his dismay.
' At least he's not eating ramen like last time,' thought the Third Hokage to himself. An x shaped vain (representing impatience) appeared on his forehead, "How many times do I need to explain this to you, Naruto. You are gennin's, and D rank missions are the only mission's you're allowed to take." 'Easy easy, don't throttle the boy. That would be a bad example coming from the leader of the village, ' the Third tried to soothe himself.
It wasn't working.
"But you gave us a C rank mission before and that turned out to be A!" Naruto turned to his jounin teacher, "Isn't that right, Kakashi-sensei?" asked the boy, tilting his head to face his instructor, blue fox eyes wide. Knowing.
The silver-haired shinobi was too distracted to take notice as he stared hard at the ground, tears threatening
to spill. Especially regardless of the fact that he was in public and that rumors spread fast at the touch of something unusal.
His right fist was clenched to his side.
"Kakashi-sensei?" asked Naruto timidly, lips curved into a troubled frown; blue fox eyes and golden brows mirroring his master.
The Hokage peered curiously at his copy ninja. Then blinked, a frown creasing his white brow. He bit down on his pipe, chewing, thoughtful.
' Now his jounin was behaving strangely. Very uncharacteristic of the younger man. ' The Third wondered what was
troubling the younger fellow. His thoughts inquisitively went back to his missing teacher, Iruka.
He was starting to believe a shard had managed to slip through,... Pass his
defensives and the walls he put up. Even bypassing the false detours he made just to confuse the humane part of his mind and keep it at bay until, he completed the lesson he was teaching to the dolphin about same sex relationships.
Frustrated, Kakashi stopped. Yet, still pushed Iruka deeply into the mattress pad with his gloved hand; as his chakra spilled forth in bundles.
When he did this, he had inevitably applied extra pressure on Iruka's shoulder sockets, which had been locked in place by the positioning he had placed the younger man in, given no choice in the matter, and distantly behind the faze; Kakashi understood that hearing a loud POP echo in the
room, meant he had dislocated a object from it's placeholder. To be more accurate in that estimate, Iruka's shoulder bone.
//Crap. He had not meant to do that... but what was done was done. He couldn't change that now.//
Sighing wearisomely, Kakashi forced himself to rise from the lump-like bed. Resting his hind leg, as the other(which was kneeled in between Iruka's crotch) black cloth continued to soak up by the dark crimson that leaked from the teacher's secret passage.
As he finally got up with uncalculated grace, Kakashi walked stiffly over to where the sash laid in the center of the room. Innocently and untouched from where he previously threw it carelessly.
Crouching down low, he picked the silk accessory up with his two fingers; blood blending in with the red band (unnoticed from the stains that covered his gloved hand) and went back over to the occupied mattress.
Leaning over, Kakashi wrapped the marred sash around Iruka's mouth, and silenced the raucous rattling from his mind.
He sighed in relief.
Muffled sobs and salty tears from Iruka soaked the thin material.
//Oh well. At least the noise wasn't drumming anymore,// he thought, lips twisting into a mirthless smile.
Overhanging the teacher, Kakashi went back into completing the lesson.
But cruelly, before doing so, he planted a heart-warm kiss on the man's forehead, his blue and sharingan eye arching up in a torn smile.
Was this a gesture of comfort to himself or for the younger man. He will never know, for he had done it instinctively.
Kakashi then repositioned himself, so his upper body resided between spread legs as he laid tensely on his stomach. Hand firmly grasping the end of the cased
scroll, Kakashi planted it back in confined scorching heat. Iruka choked on his scream in the make-shift gag, glassy choclate brown eyes pinnacle needles as the object was rammed back into him. He stared up at the ceiling in reflex, paint chip cracking and stained. His neck muscle spasmed from the
sudden jerk. By default, his thrust became deeper and stronger, pushing the man further up the bed board with the force of his strokes. Each painful breath left Iruka's nostrils; half-lidded eyes
squeezing shut as the object was shoved relentlessly pass the ring of torn muscle of his anus. The metal bed springs creaked underneath him as Kakashi applied more
power into his arm. The scroll disappearing into the tight lewd passage. He became hypnotized by the action. In. His lips were so close to the leaking member that crowded his vision that, Kakashi was tempted to take it into his mouth. It was calling to him for attention.
Curiously, he brought his unoccupied hand up and thumbed at the pointed top that was spilling forth beads of semen. It jerked under his thumb in response. Kakashi smiled. He did it again. Same response. He frowned as a speckle of blood splattered the member, distorting the fine
sheen of perspiration that sparkled at him. With his ring finger, he wiped it
off. His frown grew deeper as it smeared by his touch. Seeing no other choice, he inched forward and licked the blasted drip of
crimson from the junction of flesh and bone that spasmed under his thumb with
the tip of his tongue. Kakashi's eyes brightened in delight at the rustic flavour that
swept away his taste buds. He wanted more. Iruka's was sweet, and usually blood tasted bitter but not this man's.
Seeing the target quiver in delight with his attentions, Kakashi dipped his chin
down and swept his tongue to trace the underbelly of Iruka's cock. Mmm,
tasty. He blinked when his nose was bumped. Pushing him away. His ear brushing up
against Iruka's perspired thigh. Glancing up underneath silver bangs, Kakashi's blue and sharingnan eye locked onto
furious chocolate brown, slantingly. The red lining under Iruka's eyes from non-stop crying made him look ethereal. In a twisted way. Still,... Hated for being disturbed from his feast, in spite, Kakashi smiled cruelly at Iruka and went down on the man. Grabbing Iruka's knee with the palm of his gloved
hand. Spreading him wider. As predicted, Iruka became flurried and yelped in the sash. Despair
blanketing his chi and overwhelming his simple mind. Kakashi ignored the muffled
scream of pleas to stop. A chanting, that became a monologue that was token
litely to deaf ears. Mouth full with flesh and pubic hair, Kakashi let up a bit so the tip wasn't
bumping at the roof of his mouth. It shouldn't be hard to figure out what he was
to do next. Nip. Lick. Torture sweetly. The anatomy was different from a woman's but it was still the same concept.
Except with a female, he would be more gentle and considerate while he ate her
out and played with her clitoris while his tongue was encapsulated by her milky
wall canal. As for Iruka, well,... Then in a rush, fountains of white liquid spilled from the engrossed lump
into his mouth, choking him. Startled, Kakashi pulled his mouth free and tensed as it
squirt in his face. Above, Iruka shuddered as he was finally released from his torment. He sagged
in his binds, chin resting on his heaving chest, his eyes fluttering close, as greasy
sweat trinkled down from his brow. Sleep overpowered his senses, as well as his
better judgments, by kicking into gear and pulling him from his consciousness, with
its promising tentacles of unhaunted dreams. Dropping his sight, Kakashi's eyes rounded at the embroidery scroll in his hand
that was still embedded in heat. Had he caused this much blood to pour from the man,... Then that meant that Iruka was a- Thought broke off from there as a sudden lump formed in his throat. Mouth
dry. He still needed to clean up. Now that his lesson was over and his point surely leaving an
impression on the younger man. It was never wise for a man to love another man, as he informed Iruka
earlier. It only caused mental anguish, unneeded abuse, roughness, and shame. Shame
for being liked in that matter, when society says it's wrong. A society which would turn it's back on you without a second thought, even if
you were a good man or citizen of the community. Sneered at, looked at
differently, snubbed, feared, worry that their children will catch your
'disease',... So many possibilities that left little open for discussion. And as a shinobi, that was even far worse. In two ways. Already a warrior who lives a controlled life to protect its village, its
friends, and all the special nameless residents that occupy a small cubicle of
space in the large booming village they were raised in. Facing countless brinks
with death, for a cause, for no cause, to slain and dye their hands red with
enemy blood, innocent blood, just so those individuals stayed safe and well to
live out the rest of their unpredictable lives in this harsh existence. Just for it all to be wiped slate clean when 'they' learn that you are
attracted to the same sex. Even if it were a simple crush. The other. Well,... As a warrior, as the passing days go by, the death, chaos, endless fighting,
and blood takes a heavy toll on shinobi fighters. Slowly stealing away their
sanity until nothing left is recognizable. Sadly, in battle, that happens a lot.
As he experienced that as an ex-member of the Assassination Unit and still does
as a jounin when sent on solo or duo paired missions when not instructing Team
7. When the duty ended, all you see is blood and all you wanted to do was cause
violence. It was always wise to stay away from the village when that happened. But if
you can't, say because you have a worried love one at home, then you have to
lock all those bundled emotions up inside and pray that you don't lose control
and be tempted to lass out at your loved ones during the night until it lulls
away. It never does. Release was offered from the brave souls of wives, husbands, or sweethearts
to tame the restless beast inside, except the next day, as that woman or man
innocently open their eyes, feeling strangely refreshed, they would find their
sightless gaze of their smiling lover, dead by their joining side. It was just too inhuman to take and do to any person so lovemaking, if you
could call it that, was always denied that night of the return. Then the next,
and the next until control was reinitiated and true lovemaking could occur. Crushing Iruka now, before the inevitable took place would be better for
the man and everyone's sake. Or so he thought, initially... Not anymore, though. Above him, Iruka moaned weakly, trying to pull away in his drowsy state as Kakashi tried to clot the bleeding with red encrusted sheets. He grunted as his face was brushed by glistened skin from the Iruka's thigh. Seducing him to nibble on the tan flesh. Gloved hand stopping, Kakashi became aware of his own erection making itself known, as it pulsed captive in clad pants. Ashamed for being turned on with the acts he just committed, he stood up
gruffly from the bed and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door in his
retreating departure. Wincing, Kakashi glanced back behind his shoulder, wearily looking. His silver brow jerked up in alarm, both eyes of color difference widening. The bathroom door looked like it was about to fall off it's hinge as the
metal hinge struggled to hold on to heavy wood that creaked as it swung back and
forth, one nail still in place. Quietly stepping over, Kakashi pushed it in and the door clicked shut, lock catching.
His lower lip trembled as he did this. Red prints in the shape of a closed gloved fist marred the clean wood
surface.
Iruka's eyelids snapped opened by the loud noise and from the vibrations that rocked his room. Then he realized he was alone. Closing his eyelids, he went back to his
dreams.
Before the sink, Kakashi turned the faucet on. Hot water splayed out from the pipe into the porcelain bowl. Grabbing the soap bar, he soaped up his hands until they were bubblely and began mechanically trying to clean Iruka's blood from his gloved hands. Completed and with little success; Kakashi shut the water off, handle whining underneath his wet gloved hand. Irritation building, he threw the worthless bar of soap in the waste basket, that was by the sink's side. Silently, he stared at his profile in the mirror. Disgusted with what he saw, of the man looking back at him, in reflex, he smashed his gloved fist into the glass mirror. It shattered into fragments to the floor as well as in the sink. Slipping to the tile floor, Kakashi pulled his knees up to his chest and cried. He stayed that way in the bathroom for a very long time.
There was Naruto,... Then beautiful silver,... A man's smiling face,... Hai,... It was that man,... The one with the left red eye, the one with the right blue pupil,... The one who was so similar to I but doesn't realize,... The one where his kindness was so sweet, it tickled your heart,... But was that all an illusion? Was that man, really kind like that? Was he and
that man really that alike? Was what he saw, was all that- Iruka froze as Kakashi came back from the adjourning room, his wishful
thinking turned bad, immediately forgotten. He flinched away from the jounin instructor, as Kakashi sat down on the corner of the bed beside his pitiful form. He
did not want to be looked at as it was. He did not want to be touched by that
man either. He just wanted him to go. He- Frightened choclate brown pools looked wearily up at him as he took out the kunai he
had used to cut the younger man's shirt. Next thing Iruka knew, his hands were free, as they dropped numbly down by his side on the bed. Before he had a chance to take that in, Iruka found himself being
rolled over onto his stomach nimbly. He was then reposition so that his hips were
thrust in the air. A gloved hand hooked underneath his armpit, prevented him from
falling cheek first into the bed covers. Hearing a rustling behind him, Iruka looked behind his shoulder awkwardly and
stared incredulously at what Kakashi was doing. Kakashi's pulsing cock jutted in his view, swollen red with uncontained heat
and lust. Iruka gulped as visions of Kakashi pounding into his weakened form
entered his mind. He scolded his heart for being somewhat excited. He reminded
it that this wasn't how it was suppose to be. He already knew that he didn't
enjoy this so-called sex you were suppose to have, after you commit with your chosen
partner of shared mutual feelings. Which didn't apply to him, since Kakashi made it very clear that he
was not liked. Not the way he wanted anyway. Inviting him over had been a very bad idea. Being left in the dark with the
man's feelings towards him unknown would of been much better to live with then
this. To think he would go to any lengths to even fool himself into wanting to take
whatever he could get from the man. Like a dog begging for food straps from his
Master's table. How foolish indeed. He must of been hit harder than he thought. Twice, actually and his cheek
still throbbed. Then his chin,... that had been uncalled for, Iruka seethed to
himself, quietly. Not once had he found this new experience pleasurable as he was told. Not
once. Blue and red pupils narrowed at him to face the front. Coming back to his
surroundings, Iruka did, trembling as he turned back to face the bed front. Lifting
his sore chin up, Iruka gazed outside the window at the beautiful blue moon in the
midnight sky, ignoring the sharp pain that accompanied the movement. He winced as blood rushed back into his numb arms, leaving them itchy and
tingling painfully at his sides. He didn't want to check on his shoulder. He
thanked kami it didn't hurt now like it initially had when it was first
displaced. But Iruka knew it will, when it's set back into place into the socket joint. He hoped he was unconscious when that happens. Taking a shaky breath, Iruka tried to calm down his thudding heart. Jaw stiff,
he peered back up at the lonely moon just outside the window above his bed. Except, it wasn't working. His thoughts kept racing back to Kakashi-sensei. To the man's general
reaction when he confessed stupidly, to the treatment that was put unjustifiably
upon him, and to now. He just couldn't believe that the jounin was still going to have intercourse with him! He shuddered at the thought and what that would feel like. Iruka hissed as a cool wet cloth dapped at his puckered bud then entered. Icy! Icy! ICY!! Face packed, breath rough, Iruka tried to endure as his body was token
apart strongly from the inside. 1,..2,...3,... How many times was he suppose to go through with this!? Kakashi saying nothing stared quietly, finger slipping off Iruka's ass cheek. The wet cloth he was using to blot up the blood, slopped onto the crimson bed sheets below, dampening the
linens all over again. This time with mingled liquid. Guiltily; Kakashi applied the medicine next, praying secretly in his heart it did
not sting. When cleaning Iruka's anus and passage, he had, before in the bathroom,
added the small droplet of the muscle relaxant to the water on the washcloth to
deaden the pain that he inflicted earlier. Except there was always the
possibility where the water would dilute the solution, weakening it's strengths
and its purpose. Below him, Iruka continued to shake. Cries muffled. Completed, Kakashi wiped his painted finger on the sheet below and then shifted
himself, as well as his leaking shaft, over Iruka's carefully cleaned hole.
Lining his swollen penis up with the puckered opening; Kakashi dived in, burying
himself to the hilt of the younger man's yielding rear. His balls and silver
pubic hairs fitted snuggly between Iruka's cheeks. Velvet heat enclosed enwrapped his pulsing manhood, the head jerking in
response by the clenching and unclenching of Iruka's walls. Kakashi's eyes widened and his mouth drank breath greedily, not expecting this. This was the sensation he never felt before. It was totally different from
being blanketed in the walls and milky juices of the female. As for feeling,... he could not name but he found he liked it more. Shakily, one arm supporting all his weight, Kakashi wrapped his legs around Iruka's waist, clutching the younger man to him with his knees. Not being able to hold still any longer, he rocked forward. Bumping, poking
the man inside with the head of twitching cock. Back, forth. Back, forth. In a nice steady languid pace. Both groaned by this. One from slight pain, and the other from building
excitement and tight heat. Forgetting himself, Kakashi pulled his other hand that supported Iruka's shoulder to the man's back neck, where he pushed Iruka's cheek to the bed covers below. Iruka grunted painfully as Kakashi's full weight seated atop of him, pushing him into the mattress and the hard surface. Each thrust delivered, rippled with controlled power, as Kakashi draped his other arm around his chest. Realizing that his axis was tilting, Iruka jerked in Kakashi's arms, as
he was twisted to lay on his side, Kakashi's legs still snaked around his waist
like a pretzel. Iruka found his lower body being hoisted up in the air with each rotation of Kakashi's hips. Lewd sound accompanying. Iruka blushed madly, squirming. Soon, Iruka found himself being lulled to sleep or would, if he wasn't positioned
uncomfortably. Cheek and shoulder twinging in unforgotten pain caused by Kakashi. Oddly enough, it didn't hurt. Well below, Iruka meant. Okay, a little, he admitted, but not excruciating like when he first experienced. Shudder. A scroll up his ass cheeks. Very painful. Felt like it was ripping him in two.
Iruka start from his thoughts when he felt a hot wet tongue suckling on the back
of his neck, dampening and licking up the glistening droplets left on his skin
by fear. He shivered. Pace changing, Iruka found that Kakashi was pounding against him harder. Nnnnn,... He jolt when something inside him was hit. Nani? That was,... ? Nnnnn!!!? Iruka gasped as it was hit again, sash biting into his mouth more. He
whimpered when it was hit a third time. Kakashi stopped in his movements, half pulled out, throat swallowing the
taste of salty skin. Did he just hear correctly? Did Iruka whimper?
Hands trembling, a strange emotion filled him. Peeking over Iruka's shoulder, pulling fully away from the enclosed heat,
Kakashi untangled his legs from Iruka's waist and flipped him onto his back.
Seeing Iruka's bewildered expression, Kakashi brought down the sash he used to
gag the younger teacher with his fingers, so that it hung around Iruka's neck in a loose noose. Blue and sharingan eye were met with abrasive skin around the
corner of Iruka's lips, crusted with new and old blood. Horrified with what he done to the man and because he chose to ignore what
was happening while he did it, Kakashi cradled Iruka to him, taking the trembling teacher into his arms. His heart stabbed in guilt. He ignored as his still hard erection smacked against the Iruka's rear,
startling the man further. Kakashi glared at his erection to behave. It did, for now. He just wanted to kiss away the hurt he caused this man. So, Kakashi did. First by dropping one on Iruka's forehead, lips barely touching. Iruka jerked back, crystalline droplets pooling from choclate brown eyes. Oops, Kakashi had forgotteb he had done that when he had- Shaking the bad thought away, Kakashi
tried elsewhere. He trailed his lip down to Iruka's neck, where he left a nip. Iruka jolted in his arms. Not discouraged in the least, Kakashi next donned by lifting Iruka up and making him wrap his legs around his waist. Iruka did but reluctantly. Kakashi then kneeled up on the bed, taking Iruka with him. Inching back, 'till
his foot reached the edge of the bed, he stepped down. Both soles of his feet
touching the floor and he kneeled awkwardly with Iruka's entwined legs wrapped around his waist. Kakashi seated Iruka onto the bed mattress, with Iruka's ass cheeks on the bed
corner. The moment he did, both members rubbed against each other, creating sweet friction against pulsing heat that leaked and twitched. Breath became difficult for both sides. Oxygen trapped in lungs. Hair and skin
slick. Seed spilling and mingling, creating a sticky mess. Oh kami,... Kakashi rubbed himself harder against Iruka, arching up against Iruka's trembling body. Then down, crouching, using the balls of his feet and hind legs
to motion them when he pushed back up, grinding both members together. With the way he positioned Iruka on the bed, it created
such a-. Oh kami,... that felt so good,... It would be very pleasurable for both
parties by the end, when he was through with the younger man. Seeing that his kissing alone wasn't working, Kakashi had thought maybe this would
help ease the tension away from Iruka's mind. It seemed to be doing
something,... Half-lidded chocolate brown eyes stared glassily up at him. Lips kissable. Dipping his head down, Kakashi captured those lips, nibbling on the bottom than the top, licking up dried congested blood. He then tilted Iruka's head to the side, gently and picked at Iruka's earlobe with his mouth, while running a possessive hand down to pinch at Iruka's rear. Kakashi chuckled softly as Iruka waked from his haze. Giving one last lick to the reddening lobe, Kakashi went back to Iruka's lips. A sweet sigh leaked from his mouth, as he shoved his tongue inside. In that instant notice, a bitter taste filled his mouth. Jerking away, top lip busted, Kakashi stared incredulously at Iruka, his eyes of color difference deeply hurt. Chocolate brown eyes that had glazed over, stared up at him. Seemingly, laughing at his pain. As where Kakashi saw the mocking eye, it was in fact where the pools of brown were carved in deep sorrow. Iruka wishing no more cruelty from this man, already deciding he had enough. First cruelty, than kindness. Iruka became confused at which Kakashi intended. His heart already had took considerable damage today, it did not need any more, piled up from the jounin.
But Kakashi did not see that. He saw only betrayal. Betrayal for the second time of the night but different. This, towards the love newly discovered, which had been learned while his time
in the bathroom. Making the decision there, and also wanting forgiveness, he who
tried to make up for his crimes with kindness to Iruka. Even using the
medicine, reserved for duty, so he would not hurt Iruka when entering. As for teaching the cruel lesson, it had been the big mistake. Loving the
man, Kakashi learned it was not wrong but good on the soul when violence wasn't
involved. Raping the man, he truly regretted,... But to reject him, while he had been begging for forgiveness? As he tried to administer a balm, to the wounds he created on Iruka's heart,... Then to be jerked around as though he was on a leash for the younger man's
amusement,... It was too much for him to take. The kind of blood that rose to the head and boiling over, did. There, the
familiar anger resurfaced. Kakashi coolly regarded Iruka. He didn't wait long. Iruka withered in agony as Kakashi's gloved hand yanked him up by his throat. From there, with the twist of Kakashi's waist, they both rose from the bed, and Iruka's eye widened in fear as he was flung to the floor. Body and chin smacking, as the floor boards creaked underneath his weight. Head lulling to the side, Iruka groaned low in his throat, holding his
dislocated shoulder painfully with the shell of his hand. He stayed down at that
spot, naked, and nerves on fire. He didn't even attempt to escape, as a shadow loomed over him. Straddling Iruka's waist, Kakashi forced himself down onto the younger man. Taking Iruka's trembling hand into his own, entwining them, Kakashi placed both joined hands lewdly onto his leaking member, chuckling darkly as Iruka weakly tried
to remove it in vain. "As for appreciating this, Iruka, you will,... Wasn't it you who said you liked me?" teased Kakashi, breath ragged as his shaft jumped from Iruka's unwanted touch. He received no answer. Eyes narrowing, tone darker, Kakashi continued, voice low, "Earlier, I was the man who wished for your forgiveness. I, the man who made the poor judgment,... Except,... you will not accept my forgiveness,... why won't you accept my
apology? Why must you continue to make me the bad guy?" questioned
Kakashi, angrily, heart crumbling inside. He dropped Iruka's hand from his grasp as he was continued to be denied an answer. Wanting to hurt the younger man for ignoring him, Kakashi pushed his lip to Iruka's chest, paying special attention to the teacher's nipple with his tooth.
Building soft security up, as he felt Iruka calm underneath him, Kakashi picked that perfect time, to bite down on the stiffened bud. His lip filled with Iruka's blood, as he lapped languidly at it, swallowing each and every drop of sweet red nectar. The silver haired shinobi stared up to the Hokage, a single tear dropping
from his brown eye. Naruto blinked as it splashed him in the face. His hand slipping off the hem
of his sensei's vest. Voice cracked, the ninja spoke, "As for the important business, please
excuse, Hokage-sama," asked the man, "Please assign the substitute teacher for Team 7" The Hokage quietly nodded, face shadowing, pulling his sedge hat back down to
cover his expression. The Third watched underneath his hat as his jounin nodded stiffly in thanks, saluting, and than giving an apologetic smile to his students.
Shakily, he performed a hand seal
for departure. In a puff of smoke, Hatake Kakashi was gone.
"Boring. Boring. Boring. Commercial. Boring. Soap Opera. Yuck. Talk Show.
Super Boring," Soujiro sighed dejectively, waiting for his friend to appear from his bedroom doorway, "I thought you said you were going to get
cable, bud? There's just nothing good on the regular channels, except that one
station and that's if you don't mind that half the screen is cut off by fuzz."
Seeing nothing on TV, Soujiro sat back, while taking one of the containers of ramen with him. He dug his chopsticks out of his pant pocket and peeled the lid back. He was assaulted with more steam and he grabbed a few fried noodles with his chopsticks, slurping them into his mouth, "Hey, dolph! You're missing out on a tasty treat by staying in there," baited Soujiro, "I got them from that place you always rave about. That Ichiraku Ramen," he hollered, enough so his buddy would hear him, "It's pretty good. I even got your favorite. Pork."
Still nothing.
"I mean, aren't you hungry? If you aren't,.. I'll be more than happy to eat
your serving but then that takes away the whole point of me getting you it in
the first place," laughed Soujiro.
Strange,.. Still no response. Maybe Iruka was sleeping still.
Not at all minding if that was the case, Soujiro took himself and his meal innocently over into the proceeding room.
Sighing, he put his food down, and began cleaning the mess up.
It took him over an hour to do so.
He'll come back here later to dump the contents into the garbage bag, tie
them, and throw the bags out back in the trashcans. Now was time to search out
his friend!
Smiling, Soujiro left Iruka's dining room, and entered his hallway. Arriving at his
buds bedroom door, he knocked and stuck his head in, "You're usually a clean
freak, what's with the messy quarters out there, dolph-my-" The rest of his words
died on his lips when his eyes adjusted to the dark room. Soujiro's world started to
crumble from where he stood.
Curled up in a mess of soiled bloody sheets at the foot of the bed, was his
teammate, Iruka.
Chocolate brown eyes starked with fear stared back at him, continuing to glaze over.
Swallowing hard, Soujiro fought with his struggling friend by trying to ease him down so that he could lift him onto his back to carry him.
He'd gotten a sharp kick to his mid-section for his trouble.
With no other choice, Soujiro knocked Iruka out with a gentle chop to the side of his neck.
From there, his friend slumped unconsciously into his arms.
Next destination from thereafter, the Hidden Leaf Hospital.
"You mean that guy whose been away from the village for over a year now. He's
back?"
"Hai," conformed Naoko, with a nod.
"What's that guy's name again,... I can't remember it," a man asked, drawing up a blank. He scratched his chin, thinking back.
"Who cares about that, what happened to Iruka, Naoko?" piped a different men, curious, interrupting.
"Aaa," Naoko glanced around nervously at the group, "I'm not sure if I'm priviledged to reveal that. There's hospital policy to consider."
"Come on Naoko, tell us what happened to Iruka. Is he going to be all right? Was his injuries serious, minor, what?"
"Well,..." she trailed off, her tongue tied and reluctant to share.
"Does the Hokage know about what happened to Iruka?"
"He probably does, they're pretty tight. That Naruto boy probably knows too,
whatever it is."
"Don't bring up that demons name here."
"Oh, fuck off man, he's a pretty decent kid. Open you eyes, he isn't the
damn kyuubi that destroyed our village! He's a young growing boy for kami's
sake!"
"Would you like to die outside or inside. It's your choice."
The man gasped, alarmed as his vest was grabbed.
"Quit it you two! I want to know what happened to Iruka-sensei."
"Yeah Naoko, I want to know too."
Naoko was very quiet.
"So,... What happened?"
"Aaa, ...he, aaa" Naoka, fumbled, very troubled.
"Well?" They insisted.
Naoko broke, not able to bear the pressure any longer, "He was raped," she murmured really low, so no one else in the room would hear her. She immediately felt guilty for revealing Iruka's doctor report. That was classified information. And if
what she heard was true and the Hokage and Iruka's relationship was close,
she was surely going to be punished by the old man for leaking the hospital
information out. She only knew of this, because her friend was a nurse at the hospital.
His nurse, Iruka's.
That was before Iruka's friend demanded the head doctor to let him care for
Iruka at his own home.
Something about the attacker, still running loose, slipped by.
Naoko didn't blame Iruka's friend. She'd like if her own friend would do the same for her if that ever happened to her, which she pray it wouldn't. Naoko also hoped Iruka was all right. Physical wounds can heal but psychological ones take a
lifetime too. Sometimes never, really... If ever.
As silence and surprised gasp echoed in the room, there was one other listener who was equally upset.
Kurenai, whom too was present in the room.
Quickly she left, closing the door behind her.
As she walked hurriedly down the school hall, Kurenia couldn't believe what she
just heard. She'll have to find a way to keep the news from spreading in the
village. At least to the ears of the children. Then she was going to have a talk with the group especially that Naoka girl but individually and with no
witnesses. Then after every angle was tightened up, Kurenia will have to get a hold of Asuma and Kakashi to inform them of what happened to Iruka.
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