Naruto - The Reason Why
I've said it before, and I'll say it again. This requests thing is fun! Here's the next one done, and another will be up in a day or two.
On a totally unrelated topic - Texas is hot. And humid. My family (parents, grandparents, and locals alike) are melting. I'm fine! I'm carrying a jacket with me everywhere to protect from the freezing of air conditioning.
Anyway, story!
The prompt - "If you are in the mood I'd love to see a kakairu with jealous!kakashi one-shot xD -kiasca" Here it is! heh heh, jealous!kakashi + Kalanoa = drunk!oblivious!dom!Iruka XD
Author: Lily Kalanoa
Story: The Reason Why
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my laptop, which put me into significant debt. All characters and series belong to their respective creators, I just like to torture them, heh heh.
And this is the link if anyone else out there wants a request.
Hurray! Now with italics XD
“This is just like with Hayate.” Kakashi was frowning from the corner he currently occupied, arms crossed over his chest and staring at the small dance floor of the bar.
Iruka was on the edge of the small cleared area, laughing and swaying to the hokey music pouring out of the jukebox. Most of the bar’s patron’s were in stools and crowded around tables nursing their drinks, but a few were out there with the teacher. The brunette was several drinks into the evening already and the sway had little to do with the beat of the music as he tipped and bumped into the others. Despite the fact that there was more than enough room, Kakashi noticed with a growl,everyone that was out there was crowded around Iruka. His Iruka. His very drunk Iruka.
The teacher didn’t hold his sake well. Neither did Kakashi, but the silver-haired man didn’t normally drink, so it didn’t matter. On nights like this, and in the past as well, Iruka did drink. And then the man began to flirt.
Her name was Kari, the woman that was currently doing everything she could to rub up against Iruka, completely heedless of Kakashi’s death glare. Iruka, for his part, was also completely unawares, smiling and laughing and leaning back into her as he danced. Kakashi could feel his jaw start to ache from clenching his teeth and he shifted slightly in the chair.
The woman keeping Iruka from falling down may have been oblivious to Kakashi’s presence, but Iruka finally looked over at his boyfriend. For a moment he blinked owlish eyes at the masked man. Then he smiled widely, eyes crinkling closed, and promptly tipped the other direction, right into an equally beaming Genma. The grinning jounin’s hand slipped low, resting on Iruka’s waist under the pretense of helping to steady him. Kakashi knew Genma could feel the fury focused on him. The woman may have been an oblivious civilian, but Genma was one of Konoha’s elite. Somehow Kakashi thought this should stop the man from letting his hand fall further, helping himself to a feel of Iruka’s ass.
In an instant Kakashi was out of his chair and halfway to Iruka, intent to rip Genma’s arm clean off. He’d have made the rest of the distance, too, but his path was blocked by a surprisingly well timed stool being pushed from the bar. A little shocked, Kakashi just stared at Raidou as the man stood, delaying the masked ninja. So they were in cahoots! As he realized this, Kakashi’s brain stuttered, tripping over images of Iruka sandwiched between the two jounin; Genma and that clever tongue of his tracing patterns all over the tan skin while Raidou was behind the teacher-
No! No, this was his Iruka and they weren’t allowed to play unless Kakashi was invited . . . er . . . no, no they just weren’t allowed to play, end of statement. And certainly not with Iruka in this state! His fist tangled in Raidou’s shirt, pulling the man towards him menacingly. This was just like with Hayate.
A rather loud squeak and a thud prevented a fight from errupting as Kakashi whirled back to the dance floor, releasing his opponant. Iruka had taken a tumble - Kakashi could only assume it was from the alcohol and not a genuine desire to pin poor Kotetsu to the ground. But now that they were down there, Kotetsu was grinning like he’d won some big tournament and Iruka was just giggling, seemingly unable to stop, face buried in the other man’s chest.
There were a few heartbeats of shock before that Kari woman dropped to her knees, flinging herself over Iruka. Kakashi’s mind was immediately assaulted by more images of an Iruka sandwich and he nearly missed it as the other dancers also adopted the idea of ‘dog-pile on Iruka’. He was too stunned to stop the attack, but was quick to get in there before the game evolved to ‘get the teacher very very naked’.
Kakashi’s hand closed around an arm and he tugged hard. He was a bit shocked when his prize wound up being Genma instead of the chunin he was fishing for. Unimpressed and still angry with what the other had tried to pull, he shoved the man aside, happy when he lost his footing and skidded another three feet away. Kakashi’s hand closed on cloth this time and another hard tug found a still giggling dolphin in his arms. He tried very hard not to storm off, boyfriend under one arm like a caveman with his newly claimed bride. The frustration and anger was still quite obvious though as Kakashi dragged the chunin to the door of the bar and out into the street.
For a minute Iruka stumbled after the taller man in relative silence, but slowly he seemed to realize he was no longer indoors and looked around a little dazed. “Wait, hang on. ‘Kashi I wasn’t done dancing!”
His voice was louder than usual, and slurred badly, but still laced with a sort of childish indignance that just screamed innocence. It also seemed to scream ‘fuck me’ to anyone with a libido when the teacher was like this. “From the way things looked in there, the only other dancing there was going to be was horizontal,” the masked ninja muttered.
Iruka pulled on his hand, totally inaffective as he tried to free himself. “But I was having fun.” His lips turned down into a little pout but it did nothing to soften Kakashi’s mood. Seeing it wasn’t working, Iruka tried his last hope. “I didn’t even tip the bartender . . . what was her name?”
“Her name was Kari,” Kakashi growled, anger rising all over again. “And trust me, she got plenty of tip. Handfuls.” Iruka just stared at him, uncomprehending and Kakashi struggled not to sigh in annoyance. “Let’s just get you home before someone else tries to crawl into your pants.”
“Into my . . . what are you talking about?”
“Please!” Kakashi finally errupted. “You were on the dance floor grinding against anything that moved! And believe me they were grinding back!”
“’Kashi I was just havin’ some fun-“
“And you realize you kissed Kurenai, right?”
“No I didn’t, I kissed you-“
“No, you kissed Kurenai! And if I hadn’t dragged you out of there the gods know what they would have done to you! Look at yourself, you’re already half-naked, it’s Hayate all over again!”
“Are you still mad about that? Nothing happened back then, I keep telling you, I went home with him to play some video games and fell asleep on his couch. We weren’t even officially dating at the time!” He was fingering the hem of his purple shirt, the item totally unbuttoned. He’d managed to somehow loose the undershirt he’d started the night in, but was still quite decent. “And I’m not naked!”
Kakashi shook his head, hand still locked around Iruka’s elbow, dragging him steadily down the street. “Let’s just get home.”
“Wait,” Iruka said as if he’d just figured out a difficult puzzle. “Wait a second, are you jealous?” Kakashi huffed and kept walking. “You are! You’re jealous!” Kakashi’s sigh was more of a groan this time, wishing the other could keep his voice down just a little.
With no warning, Iruka was free of his grip and Kakashi had been pressed up against a wall. Crap, drunken fighting, nearly impossible to predict, especially when they were actually drunk. But Kakashi would not let the teacher go back to the bar, or anywhere but bed-
Kakashi blinked dumbly, completely caught off guard by the brunette’s mouth on his, mask pulled down and crumpled around his throat. He continued to blink dumbly when Iruka pulled back, staring up at him with gleaming, if slightly out of focus eyes. “Just remember. I may drink and dance and have a good time every now and then. But at the end of the night, I’m going home with you.”
Well, when he put it like that . . . Iruka’s grin became suddenly mischevious and he pulled his hands down to the other’s waist, still pressing him firmly to the wall. Kakashi gasped in surprise as, with one swift tug, his pants were pulled down to his knees, still buttoned. Iruka giggled a little at the man’s look. “That’s what you get for wearing such baggy clothes.” The teacher slowly bent his knees, pressing against Kakashi as he lowered himself down, creating as much friction as he could between them.
Then he was level with the man’s crotch and Kakashi groaned as hot breath washed out over him. He looked frantically up and down the dark street, suddenly accutely aware that they were, in fact, still in the middle of one of Konoha’s main roads. The building he was pressed against was a closed café, Ichiraku’s was just around the corner and down a bit. For heaven’s sake, he could actually see people milling around in front of the bar at the corner. Iruka didn’t seem to notice or care about any of this, slowly, teasingly wrapping moist lips around Kakashi’s quickly hardening erection. Kakashi groaned, unable to contain the sound, and saw a few of the people at the corner look their way. It was far enough they wouldn’t be able to see any detail, might not even be able to identify the man’s distinctive hair, but Kakashi reached up to his face anyway, fumbling his mask back into place. In the same moment, his legs shifted, letting his pants fall further and granting Iruka easier access.
The chunin was happy to take advantage of the opportunity, sliding one hand between his partner’s legs as he lapped up and down the man’s member with his tongue. Kakashi’s hands tangled in his hair, maons quickly becoming less and less quiet. He actually let out a little cry when Iruka paused to bite at the creamy pale skin of his inner thigh. Then the teacher wrapped lips around him again, tongue sliding all round the heated flesh. He inched lower and lower until he was as deep as he could go and sucked hard. At the same time he fondled the man’s balls, rolling them around in his palm and letting his fingers tease at his entrance. Kakashi whimpered slightly, his knees buckling.
Iruka didn’t stop sucking, only pausing every know and then to swallow, muscles constricting around Kakashi. Slowly, but unrelenting, he eased a finger into the man’s tight passage, carefully moving in and out to loosen the muscle. A second finger joined the first and Kakashi moaned again. Then the digits found his prostate, pressed, and Kakashi screamed. Nearly everyone at the corner was watching them now, several inching closer for better views.
Iruka’s fingers took up a steady rhythm and after another moment he began to bob his head up and down. He retreated slow, still sucking hard, before plunging back down with sudden speed and then repeated the process, each move of either fingers or mouth tearing more sounds of pleasure from the masked ninja. He was starting to mutter half-formed words - praises and thanks - to Iruka, to the gods, to Kari for making such strong mixers, the bar for having good sake . . .
Iruka’s bobbing became shorter, only descending half as far, and his free hand wrapped around the base of Kakashi’s cock to make up the difference. The change allowed him to start moving faster, speeding his fingers as well, now three buried in the other man. Kakashi’s words faded again into gasps and moans, little cries peppering the night as he neared his end. He screamed again as he came, hips jerking helplessly forward and hands pulling tight in brown hair. Iruka didn’t seem to mind, not pulling away as he milked every last drop of the thick liquid, fingers still stimulating Kakashi’s inner muscles.
When Iruka did finally stop, Kakashi fell to his knees hard, sitting back on his heels and panting to try and regain his breath. The teacher was smiling up at him, gaze seductive and pants quite obviously tighter than they usually were. The sight was enough to get Kakashi’s body thinking about a second round . . . but not here. Forcing uncooperative muscles to work, he stood and pulled his pants back into place before tugging Iruka back to his feet as well. He immediately started towards his home, closer than the teacher’s, and began planning all the things he would do once he got there.
This was why he let Iruka drink.
On a totally unrelated topic - Texas is hot. And humid. My family (parents, grandparents, and locals alike) are melting. I'm fine! I'm carrying a jacket with me everywhere to protect from the freezing of air conditioning.
Anyway, story!
The prompt - "If you are in the mood I'd love to see a kakairu with jealous!kakashi one-shot xD -kiasca" Here it is! heh heh, jealous!kakashi + Kalanoa = drunk!oblivious!dom!Iruka XD
Author: Lily Kalanoa
Story: The Reason Why
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my laptop, which put me into significant debt. All characters and series belong to their respective creators, I just like to torture them, heh heh.
And this is the link if anyone else out there wants a request.
Hurray! Now with italics XD
“This is just like with Hayate.” Kakashi was frowning from the corner he currently occupied, arms crossed over his chest and staring at the small dance floor of the bar.
Iruka was on the edge of the small cleared area, laughing and swaying to the hokey music pouring out of the jukebox. Most of the bar’s patron’s were in stools and crowded around tables nursing their drinks, but a few were out there with the teacher. The brunette was several drinks into the evening already and the sway had little to do with the beat of the music as he tipped and bumped into the others. Despite the fact that there was more than enough room, Kakashi noticed with a growl,everyone that was out there was crowded around Iruka. His Iruka. His very drunk Iruka.
The teacher didn’t hold his sake well. Neither did Kakashi, but the silver-haired man didn’t normally drink, so it didn’t matter. On nights like this, and in the past as well, Iruka did drink. And then the man began to flirt.
Her name was Kari, the woman that was currently doing everything she could to rub up against Iruka, completely heedless of Kakashi’s death glare. Iruka, for his part, was also completely unawares, smiling and laughing and leaning back into her as he danced. Kakashi could feel his jaw start to ache from clenching his teeth and he shifted slightly in the chair.
The woman keeping Iruka from falling down may have been oblivious to Kakashi’s presence, but Iruka finally looked over at his boyfriend. For a moment he blinked owlish eyes at the masked man. Then he smiled widely, eyes crinkling closed, and promptly tipped the other direction, right into an equally beaming Genma. The grinning jounin’s hand slipped low, resting on Iruka’s waist under the pretense of helping to steady him. Kakashi knew Genma could feel the fury focused on him. The woman may have been an oblivious civilian, but Genma was one of Konoha’s elite. Somehow Kakashi thought this should stop the man from letting his hand fall further, helping himself to a feel of Iruka’s ass.
In an instant Kakashi was out of his chair and halfway to Iruka, intent to rip Genma’s arm clean off. He’d have made the rest of the distance, too, but his path was blocked by a surprisingly well timed stool being pushed from the bar. A little shocked, Kakashi just stared at Raidou as the man stood, delaying the masked ninja. So they were in cahoots! As he realized this, Kakashi’s brain stuttered, tripping over images of Iruka sandwiched between the two jounin; Genma and that clever tongue of his tracing patterns all over the tan skin while Raidou was behind the teacher-
No! No, this was his Iruka and they weren’t allowed to play unless Kakashi was invited . . . er . . . no, no they just weren’t allowed to play, end of statement. And certainly not with Iruka in this state! His fist tangled in Raidou’s shirt, pulling the man towards him menacingly. This was just like with Hayate.
A rather loud squeak and a thud prevented a fight from errupting as Kakashi whirled back to the dance floor, releasing his opponant. Iruka had taken a tumble - Kakashi could only assume it was from the alcohol and not a genuine desire to pin poor Kotetsu to the ground. But now that they were down there, Kotetsu was grinning like he’d won some big tournament and Iruka was just giggling, seemingly unable to stop, face buried in the other man’s chest.
There were a few heartbeats of shock before that Kari woman dropped to her knees, flinging herself over Iruka. Kakashi’s mind was immediately assaulted by more images of an Iruka sandwich and he nearly missed it as the other dancers also adopted the idea of ‘dog-pile on Iruka’. He was too stunned to stop the attack, but was quick to get in there before the game evolved to ‘get the teacher very very naked’.
Kakashi’s hand closed around an arm and he tugged hard. He was a bit shocked when his prize wound up being Genma instead of the chunin he was fishing for. Unimpressed and still angry with what the other had tried to pull, he shoved the man aside, happy when he lost his footing and skidded another three feet away. Kakashi’s hand closed on cloth this time and another hard tug found a still giggling dolphin in his arms. He tried very hard not to storm off, boyfriend under one arm like a caveman with his newly claimed bride. The frustration and anger was still quite obvious though as Kakashi dragged the chunin to the door of the bar and out into the street.
For a minute Iruka stumbled after the taller man in relative silence, but slowly he seemed to realize he was no longer indoors and looked around a little dazed. “Wait, hang on. ‘Kashi I wasn’t done dancing!”
His voice was louder than usual, and slurred badly, but still laced with a sort of childish indignance that just screamed innocence. It also seemed to scream ‘fuck me’ to anyone with a libido when the teacher was like this. “From the way things looked in there, the only other dancing there was going to be was horizontal,” the masked ninja muttered.
Iruka pulled on his hand, totally inaffective as he tried to free himself. “But I was having fun.” His lips turned down into a little pout but it did nothing to soften Kakashi’s mood. Seeing it wasn’t working, Iruka tried his last hope. “I didn’t even tip the bartender . . . what was her name?”
“Her name was Kari,” Kakashi growled, anger rising all over again. “And trust me, she got plenty of tip. Handfuls.” Iruka just stared at him, uncomprehending and Kakashi struggled not to sigh in annoyance. “Let’s just get you home before someone else tries to crawl into your pants.”
“Into my . . . what are you talking about?”
“Please!” Kakashi finally errupted. “You were on the dance floor grinding against anything that moved! And believe me they were grinding back!”
“’Kashi I was just havin’ some fun-“
“And you realize you kissed Kurenai, right?”
“No I didn’t, I kissed you-“
“No, you kissed Kurenai! And if I hadn’t dragged you out of there the gods know what they would have done to you! Look at yourself, you’re already half-naked, it’s Hayate all over again!”
“Are you still mad about that? Nothing happened back then, I keep telling you, I went home with him to play some video games and fell asleep on his couch. We weren’t even officially dating at the time!” He was fingering the hem of his purple shirt, the item totally unbuttoned. He’d managed to somehow loose the undershirt he’d started the night in, but was still quite decent. “And I’m not naked!”
Kakashi shook his head, hand still locked around Iruka’s elbow, dragging him steadily down the street. “Let’s just get home.”
“Wait,” Iruka said as if he’d just figured out a difficult puzzle. “Wait a second, are you jealous?” Kakashi huffed and kept walking. “You are! You’re jealous!” Kakashi’s sigh was more of a groan this time, wishing the other could keep his voice down just a little.
With no warning, Iruka was free of his grip and Kakashi had been pressed up against a wall. Crap, drunken fighting, nearly impossible to predict, especially when they were actually drunk. But Kakashi would not let the teacher go back to the bar, or anywhere but bed-
Kakashi blinked dumbly, completely caught off guard by the brunette’s mouth on his, mask pulled down and crumpled around his throat. He continued to blink dumbly when Iruka pulled back, staring up at him with gleaming, if slightly out of focus eyes. “Just remember. I may drink and dance and have a good time every now and then. But at the end of the night, I’m going home with you.”
Well, when he put it like that . . . Iruka’s grin became suddenly mischevious and he pulled his hands down to the other’s waist, still pressing him firmly to the wall. Kakashi gasped in surprise as, with one swift tug, his pants were pulled down to his knees, still buttoned. Iruka giggled a little at the man’s look. “That’s what you get for wearing such baggy clothes.” The teacher slowly bent his knees, pressing against Kakashi as he lowered himself down, creating as much friction as he could between them.
Then he was level with the man’s crotch and Kakashi groaned as hot breath washed out over him. He looked frantically up and down the dark street, suddenly accutely aware that they were, in fact, still in the middle of one of Konoha’s main roads. The building he was pressed against was a closed café, Ichiraku’s was just around the corner and down a bit. For heaven’s sake, he could actually see people milling around in front of the bar at the corner. Iruka didn’t seem to notice or care about any of this, slowly, teasingly wrapping moist lips around Kakashi’s quickly hardening erection. Kakashi groaned, unable to contain the sound, and saw a few of the people at the corner look their way. It was far enough they wouldn’t be able to see any detail, might not even be able to identify the man’s distinctive hair, but Kakashi reached up to his face anyway, fumbling his mask back into place. In the same moment, his legs shifted, letting his pants fall further and granting Iruka easier access.
The chunin was happy to take advantage of the opportunity, sliding one hand between his partner’s legs as he lapped up and down the man’s member with his tongue. Kakashi’s hands tangled in his hair, maons quickly becoming less and less quiet. He actually let out a little cry when Iruka paused to bite at the creamy pale skin of his inner thigh. Then the teacher wrapped lips around him again, tongue sliding all round the heated flesh. He inched lower and lower until he was as deep as he could go and sucked hard. At the same time he fondled the man’s balls, rolling them around in his palm and letting his fingers tease at his entrance. Kakashi whimpered slightly, his knees buckling.
Iruka didn’t stop sucking, only pausing every know and then to swallow, muscles constricting around Kakashi. Slowly, but unrelenting, he eased a finger into the man’s tight passage, carefully moving in and out to loosen the muscle. A second finger joined the first and Kakashi moaned again. Then the digits found his prostate, pressed, and Kakashi screamed. Nearly everyone at the corner was watching them now, several inching closer for better views.
Iruka’s fingers took up a steady rhythm and after another moment he began to bob his head up and down. He retreated slow, still sucking hard, before plunging back down with sudden speed and then repeated the process, each move of either fingers or mouth tearing more sounds of pleasure from the masked ninja. He was starting to mutter half-formed words - praises and thanks - to Iruka, to the gods, to Kari for making such strong mixers, the bar for having good sake . . .
Iruka’s bobbing became shorter, only descending half as far, and his free hand wrapped around the base of Kakashi’s cock to make up the difference. The change allowed him to start moving faster, speeding his fingers as well, now three buried in the other man. Kakashi’s words faded again into gasps and moans, little cries peppering the night as he neared his end. He screamed again as he came, hips jerking helplessly forward and hands pulling tight in brown hair. Iruka didn’t seem to mind, not pulling away as he milked every last drop of the thick liquid, fingers still stimulating Kakashi’s inner muscles.
When Iruka did finally stop, Kakashi fell to his knees hard, sitting back on his heels and panting to try and regain his breath. The teacher was smiling up at him, gaze seductive and pants quite obviously tighter than they usually were. The sight was enough to get Kakashi’s body thinking about a second round . . . but not here. Forcing uncooperative muscles to work, he stood and pulled his pants back into place before tugging Iruka back to his feet as well. He immediately started towards his home, closer than the teacher’s, and began planning all the things he would do once he got there.
This was why he let Iruka drink.