School of Seduction
Title: School of Seduction
Fandom: Naruto
Summary: Iruka's annoyed at the recent behaviour of Kakashi. Featuring Pissed!Iruka and Aroused!Kakashi.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humour/Romance
Pairings: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Naruto but the manga. Stop rubbing it in already.
Umino Iruka was a schoolteacher. And being a schoolteacher, he was well versed in the ways of balancing super-niceness with evil that Uchiha Itachi and Orochimaru would be proud of. In fact, Umino Iruka had turned this balance into an art form. It’s the reason he was the best teacher at the Ninja Academy. His innate ability to do this, coupled with the fact that he’d conquered one of the teacher’s most important skills, being able to hide behind people for ages to eavesdrop then drop the announcement that he’d heard the entire thing - which is always accompanied by the Aura of DOOM and an irritatingly calm voice which still holds that implication of anger - made this man a prize for the Academy.
Indeed, the shared opinion was that this man was a very good teacher. Today, however, he would be using these powers for an altogether different purpose. To track down a certain Jounin who had been deliberately pushing his luck with the Chuunin schoolteacher. Always late, always reading that damn book in front of children, and lately, always turning up to his classes, dragging the three members of his cell with him. Yes, Hatake Kakashi was a dead man. He had no idea what kind of stunt the man was trying to pull with this random behaviour, but it had to stop. Iruka gathered all him strength and put it towards that of the evil, hidden teacher variety.
***
Hatake Kakashi woke up in a good mood, which was unusual for him. What was the occasion? Oh, yes. No Team 7 today. He thought, smiling brightly under his mask as he looked out of his bedroom window at the late morning sun. He went about his usual morning rituals before he stopped in front of the fridge, realising he hadn’t shopped for food in the past month and what was left made Naruto’s food supply look fresh. He wrinkled his now masked nose in distaste at the food and sighed, picking up his wallet and walking out of the apartment, unaware that he was already being watched.
Iruka watched the oblivious Jounin leave his apartment, slightly amused by the Jounin’s lack of knowledge of his stalker. Elite ninja my arse… He thought. Following him quietly, he jumped over rooftops until he had Kakashi where he wanted him - right outside an alleyway. It was then that the younger man jumped down and forced a shocked Kakashi back into the alleyway, pinning him to the wall.
“OK Sensei, you’ve been freaking me out for long enough, what the fuck is up?” He growled lowly, dark brown eyes boring into the one black eye of the masked man in front of him. Kakashi felt an all too familiar tightening of his trousers and groaned. The Chuunin teacher intensified the glare, not aiding Kakashi’s new problem in the slightest.
“Whatever do you mean Sensei?” He replied huskily, yet innocently. Iruka’s eyes widened and a blush stained his cheeks at the tone and the look Kakashi was giving him, like a troublemaking child who had been caught plotting and was now trying to escape punishment by looking for all the world like he could do no wrong. Unfortunately for Iruka, on Kakashi it looked like he was trying to seduce the Chuunin.
“I mean with the dropping in on my classes, the handing in reports even later than usual and generally trying to annoy me!” He hissed, pushing himself closer to Kakashi, death glare in place as he pressed the older man firmly against the wall. Kakashi’s eyes widened at the sudden display of aggression, but then a smirk crossed the masked features and he looked at the brunet man with bedroom eyes.
“Why dear, sweet Iruka, I just wanted to be close to you of course.” The silver haired man answered in a syrupy voice, looking at the irate man through long eyelashes. Iruka blinked at the answer in surprise trying to restrain himself from pursuing the inappropriate thoughts going through his mind at the time.
Kakashi laughed inwardly. Who knew being the submissive could be so much fun? He had to listen to Gai more often; there was definitely that psychological control you couldn’t get with being the dominant one. Besides, a pissed off Iruka was HOT. He vaguely wondered if he should tease him more or go for the kill. His fantasies about what would happen after this little meeting were interrupted by said object of fantasies.
“You’re. Crazy.” Iruka stated, resigned to the fact that he’d been beaten by this man again and started to release his grip on the Jounin.
“About you.” Kakashi replied blithely, pulling Iruka towards him and going in for the kill. Iruka’s eyes widened as he felt fabric covered lips pressed against his own, pale hands pulling at the hair tie keeping up his dark locks. He felt something pushing out from the mask, only to realise that it was Kakashi’s tongue, now caressing his bottom lip through the fabric. Iruka had to consciously stop himself from crumbling under the man’s delicate touch. Just as Iruka managed to pull enough coherent thoughts into himself to respond Kakashi pulled away and disappeared. Iruka stood there, dazed, trying to make sense of what happened.
“That man is strange.” He muttered to himself, leaning against the alley wall for support.
Author's Note: I have a slightly extended version of this which will probably bloom into full on mansmut. If you're reading this before you clicked the cut and haven't twigged - THIS IS A MALE/MALE FIC! If you hate that, avoid it.
Fandom: Naruto
Summary: Iruka's annoyed at the recent behaviour of Kakashi. Featuring Pissed!Iruka and Aroused!Kakashi.
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humour/Romance
Pairings: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Naruto but the manga. Stop rubbing it in already.
Umino Iruka was a schoolteacher. And being a schoolteacher, he was well versed in the ways of balancing super-niceness with evil that Uchiha Itachi and Orochimaru would be proud of. In fact, Umino Iruka had turned this balance into an art form. It’s the reason he was the best teacher at the Ninja Academy. His innate ability to do this, coupled with the fact that he’d conquered one of the teacher’s most important skills, being able to hide behind people for ages to eavesdrop then drop the announcement that he’d heard the entire thing - which is always accompanied by the Aura of DOOM and an irritatingly calm voice which still holds that implication of anger - made this man a prize for the Academy.
Indeed, the shared opinion was that this man was a very good teacher. Today, however, he would be using these powers for an altogether different purpose. To track down a certain Jounin who had been deliberately pushing his luck with the Chuunin schoolteacher. Always late, always reading that damn book in front of children, and lately, always turning up to his classes, dragging the three members of his cell with him. Yes, Hatake Kakashi was a dead man. He had no idea what kind of stunt the man was trying to pull with this random behaviour, but it had to stop. Iruka gathered all him strength and put it towards that of the evil, hidden teacher variety.
***
Hatake Kakashi woke up in a good mood, which was unusual for him. What was the occasion? Oh, yes. No Team 7 today. He thought, smiling brightly under his mask as he looked out of his bedroom window at the late morning sun. He went about his usual morning rituals before he stopped in front of the fridge, realising he hadn’t shopped for food in the past month and what was left made Naruto’s food supply look fresh. He wrinkled his now masked nose in distaste at the food and sighed, picking up his wallet and walking out of the apartment, unaware that he was already being watched.
Iruka watched the oblivious Jounin leave his apartment, slightly amused by the Jounin’s lack of knowledge of his stalker. Elite ninja my arse… He thought. Following him quietly, he jumped over rooftops until he had Kakashi where he wanted him - right outside an alleyway. It was then that the younger man jumped down and forced a shocked Kakashi back into the alleyway, pinning him to the wall.
“OK Sensei, you’ve been freaking me out for long enough, what the fuck is up?” He growled lowly, dark brown eyes boring into the one black eye of the masked man in front of him. Kakashi felt an all too familiar tightening of his trousers and groaned. The Chuunin teacher intensified the glare, not aiding Kakashi’s new problem in the slightest.
“Whatever do you mean Sensei?” He replied huskily, yet innocently. Iruka’s eyes widened and a blush stained his cheeks at the tone and the look Kakashi was giving him, like a troublemaking child who had been caught plotting and was now trying to escape punishment by looking for all the world like he could do no wrong. Unfortunately for Iruka, on Kakashi it looked like he was trying to seduce the Chuunin.
“I mean with the dropping in on my classes, the handing in reports even later than usual and generally trying to annoy me!” He hissed, pushing himself closer to Kakashi, death glare in place as he pressed the older man firmly against the wall. Kakashi’s eyes widened at the sudden display of aggression, but then a smirk crossed the masked features and he looked at the brunet man with bedroom eyes.
“Why dear, sweet Iruka, I just wanted to be close to you of course.” The silver haired man answered in a syrupy voice, looking at the irate man through long eyelashes. Iruka blinked at the answer in surprise trying to restrain himself from pursuing the inappropriate thoughts going through his mind at the time.
Kakashi laughed inwardly. Who knew being the submissive could be so much fun? He had to listen to Gai more often; there was definitely that psychological control you couldn’t get with being the dominant one. Besides, a pissed off Iruka was HOT. He vaguely wondered if he should tease him more or go for the kill. His fantasies about what would happen after this little meeting were interrupted by said object of fantasies.
“You’re. Crazy.” Iruka stated, resigned to the fact that he’d been beaten by this man again and started to release his grip on the Jounin.
“About you.” Kakashi replied blithely, pulling Iruka towards him and going in for the kill. Iruka’s eyes widened as he felt fabric covered lips pressed against his own, pale hands pulling at the hair tie keeping up his dark locks. He felt something pushing out from the mask, only to realise that it was Kakashi’s tongue, now caressing his bottom lip through the fabric. Iruka had to consciously stop himself from crumbling under the man’s delicate touch. Just as Iruka managed to pull enough coherent thoughts into himself to respond Kakashi pulled away and disappeared. Iruka stood there, dazed, trying to make sense of what happened.
“That man is strange.” He muttered to himself, leaning against the alley wall for support.
Author's Note: I have a slightly extended version of this which will probably bloom into full on mansmut. If you're reading this before you clicked the cut and haven't twigged - THIS IS A MALE/MALE FIC! If you hate that, avoid it.