Fic: Waterbird
Title: Waterbird
Author: Kita
Written for this prompt on the kakairu_kink meme
Rating: NC-17
Betas of awesome: kiterie and micah_n10
Summary: Mission sex on a whole new level.
Notes: A nod to caeseria’s fic “Touch Me, Tease Me” where the idea of touch communication amid sex got my brain going... (is a bad Kita)
Mizutori-'waterbird'
“Look, Enkidu-san, here’s one that might tickle yer fancy.” A heavy, greasy hand closed on Kakashi’s shoulder.
He had to restrain the urge to fling the overbearing, leering creature into the nearest of the scented pools. It could only improve his odor.
Towara Hiachi leaned closer, sending another wave of his personal effluvia across Kakashi’s sensitive nose; a reek composed of unwashed body, far too much cologne and hair grease, and a general lack of any kind of dental hygiene.
Kakashi kept his face impassive, resisting the urge to wrinkle his nose and looked in the direction the sweating man at his shoulder indicated.
In one of the pools, this one filled with water tinted a soft lavender and not horribly reeking of the perfumes and scented oils that made this place a chamber of tortures for Kakashi’s nose, lounged a slim brown figure with his back turned to them, tanned skin gleaming with beads of water. Brown and bronze hair tumbled in an artful tangle of damp curls over the lean planes of his shoulders, fancifully tattooed in a pattern of overlapping bronze, black and gold feathers.
Towara reached down and splashed the water of the pool in a bid for the swimmers attention. “Oi, Mizutori, git over here and show Enkidu-san why this one a’ the best bathhouses in all’a Fire Country.”
Mizutori rose languidly, every movement screaming sensuality. He turned slowly, water sleeting down a lean body, with muscles moving fluidly under the brown skin. “You called me, Towara-sama?”
The last time Kakashi had heard that soft baritone, it had been raised in an irritated shout, berating him for some imagined error on a mission report. Now it was accompanied by a heated look out of brown eyes lined with bronze and gold, over cheeks limned in a delicate pattern of feathers with waterproof makeup.
Kakashi felt his breath catch in his throat. He hadn’t known who his deep-cover contact would be, and had never expected it to be the very same chuunin who had once verbally flayed him for his choice to enter his students in the chuunin exams.
Blinking languidly, the man Towara deemed “Mizutori” rose entirely out of the water, revealing that he wore nothing beneath the lavender-tinted liquid.
“Give Enkidu-san here the full treatment, show him why he should continue t’ stop here on his travels.” Towara beamed down at the slighter figure, creasing his piggish eyes almost shut.
“As you command, Towara-sama.” Umino Iruka, in the guise of Mizutori, stretched out a hand to Kakashi. “If you would follow me, Enkidu-sama, we’ll start with a soak to ease muscles weary from your travels.”
Kakashi nodded impassively and allowed Iruka to take his arm and lead him into a room to disrobe.
Iruka helped him out of his heavy traveling gear, a sand-colored over-robe worn over a linen shirt and heavy canvas trews, fingers trailing softly over exposed skin. Nails painted with feather patterns scraped against his skin, tapping a pattern Kakashi recognized at once. Being watched; do not break cover.
Kakashi let out his breath in a sigh, and let his hands trail over those feather-tattooed shoulders. Understood.
Iruka deftly tied a towel around Kakashi’s hips and took his hand, leading him to another bathing pool, this one filled with milky, steaming water. It smelled strongly of nothing but minerals, clearing the stink of far too many perfumes from his nostrils. A natural hot spring, then.
Kakashi stepped down into the water, hissing a little at the heat.
Iruka stepped in behind him and guided him to a seat, settling himself against Kakashi’s back.
The slick slide of Iruka’s flesh against his skin, almost cool compared to the temperature of the water, made his gut clench with heat.
Iruka’s strong fingers dug into his shoulders, kneading the tensed muscles expertly.
Kakashi sighed and leaned back into the kneading fingers, not letting his wary alertness slip, but enjoying the massage anyway.
Those long, tan legs lifted and wrapped around his waist, long and surprisingly nimble toes digging into his thighs in an echo of the way Iruka’s fingers were kneading his shoulders.
Kakashi fought to ignore the stirrings of lust, but his cock wasn’t even slightly interested in obeying him. Those toes flexing against his thighs didn’t help the matter, either.
Behind him, Iruka stretched and twisted to reach for a bottle of oil set on the lip of the pool.
Something hard pressed rather insistently into the small of his back, and Kakashi’s aching cock hardened even farther. He turned and caught Iruka’s wrist. “Enough,” he growled.
Iruka’s eyes met his, filled with a mixture of wariness and outright lust. “Enkidu-sama?”
The use of his assumed name shocked Kakashi back to his senses. “Enough massages. I have a wish to enjoy the other pleasures offered.”
Iruka nodded and rose from his position behind Kakashi, smoothly moving around in the water until he was straddling Kakashi’s legs, only a towel between their cocks. “What is it you would wish of me?”
Kakashi ground up into Iruka, drawing fierce pleasure from the gasp he elicited from Iruka’s lips.
Heavy-lidded eyes lined with kohl drifted closed and Iruka writhed against him, groaning and gasping, and pressing himself harder against Kakashi.
Kakashi smirked.
Iruka drew away and smiled lazily at him before taking a deep breath and slipping beneath the water. His fingers untied the knot of the towel, letting Kakashi’s aching erection spring up, freed from the weight of the clinging terrycloth.
It was Kakashi’s turn to gasp then.
Iruka’s mouth found his cock, hotter even than the water, nipping and teasing.
Kakashi dug his fingers into Iruka’s hair, arching up into the stimulation, and tossing his head back with a gasp.
Beneath the water, fingers flattened against his stomach, holding him in place but also tapping a coded message against his skin. I have information to pass on. Those fingers spelled against his taut abdomen. Crucial to reach Hokage. Time sensitive.
Kakashi drew a deep breath, hanging onto control with fang and claw. It took a moment for his brain to remember how to communicate. What? He tapped against the skin of Iruka’s scalp with the fingers still buried in his hair.
Iruka released his cock and emerged from the water with a gasp. He straddled Kakashi’s thighs again and caught Kakashi’s fingers in his own, guiding them down to his ass and pushing them almost greedily against his anus. Inside, the fingers of his other hand scrawled against Kakashi’s hip.
Kakashi pushed his forefingers into Iruka’s body. The tip of his index finger found something hard. He caught it between his fingers and drew it out.
Iruka tossed back his head with a breathy moan, pushing to free what Kakashi knew then was a smooth, waterproof scroll-case. It slid out into his grasp.
“Yes!” Iruka groaned.
The hand that had guided his fingers to Iruka’s ass, tangled with Kakashi’s and plucked the small case from his grasp. Kakashi almost broke cover by protesting, but covered it with a groan when the same hand crept around his hip.
He felt the metal pressing hard against his anus and pushed out, feeling it slip into him, Iruka’s fingers following it to seat it deep.
Kakashi groaned again at the foreign feeling of fullness.
Iruka pulled his fingers from Kakashi’s ass and gripped his cock, which had not lost interest, guiding it to his asshole.
Iruka grinned at him and shoved down hard, impaling himself on Kakashi’s cock.
Kakashi threw his head back with a pained-sounding moan, the feel of Iruka hot and tight around him combining with the pressure of the scroll-case embedded in his ass driving him mad. He drove hard up into Iruka’s willing body, feeling the coil of arousal building in his belly and knowing he wouldn’t last long.
“Going to...” He gritted, pistoning his hips rapidly.
Iruka pushed down harder against him. “Do it,” he breathed, panting harshly. “Fill me up...”
Those words, gasped hot and wanton into his ear, pushed him over the edge. His climax boiled out of him, a scalding explosion that made his breath stutter in his chest. Heat burned in his blood as he poured his release into the grasping depths of Iruka’s ass. For a moment he just hung there, suspended in the water, mind blank in the aftermath of what had to be one of the best orgasms of his life.
The sound of Iruka’s mewling cry, and the feel of his hips still moving restlessly against Kakashi’s own brought him out of it and he reached down to grip Iruka’s swollen cock.
Iruka came with a guttural moan, spilling his cum to mingle with the milky water. He slumped bonelessly over Kakashi’s chest, gasping deep breaths against his neck.
Kakashi barely had the presence of mind to tap the code for Extraction needed? against Iruka’s hip.
“No,” Iruka breathed soundlessly against his neck. His finger spelled Team coming in a fortnight. Complete erasure.
Kakashi sighed. In two weeks time then, there would be nothing left of this place but rubble. He would not be sorry to see it gone, along with it’s sleazy, odorous owner.
A few moments later, he was being helped into his clothes by Iruka, when the object of his disgust came in, smiling broadly. “I trust Mizutori showed you why this should be a regular stoppin’ place, aye?”
Kakashi managed to hide his disgust behind a bland smile and opaque stare. “Oh, I can guarantee he did indeed.”
Towara smirked and patted Iruka’s ass. “Ol’ Mizutori here’s worth his weight in gold.”
Kakashi suppressed a flare of anger at the sight of that greasy, odorous hand gripping Iruka’s tanned flesh. Hiding it behind an impassive expression, he passed Towara a handful of gold coins and took his leave.
~~~~~~~~
It was three weeks later that he ran into Iruka again.
The information that he had received had enabled the Hokage to take apart an illicit trade in human slavery run by one of the daimyo’s and financed by three others. The bathhouse had been razed and Towara imprisoned alongside the heads of the slave trade.
Iruka was at one of the training grounds, shirtless, and whirling around in a deadly dance with several training dummies. He looked worlds different from the persona of Mizutori. The feather makeup and tattoos were gone and his hair scraped back into its normal utilitarian ponytail. The only reminders were the odd streaks of bronze-dyed hair among the dark brown.
Iruka finished his lethal ballet and landed a few paces away, sweat glistening on his tanned skin. He offered Kakashi a friendly smile. “Hello, Kakashi-san.”
“Iruka-sensei.” Kakashi wasn’t sure why he felt awkward standing there. He’d had mission sex before, and never felt this uncomfortable facing the other participants afterward.
Iruka tipped his head sideways. “Is there something I can help you with, Kakashi-san?” he asked curiously.
Kakashi shook his head and in desperation, pulled his battered copy of Icha Icha out of his pocket.
Iruka reached over and pushed the book down, a wry smile twisting up his lips. “Stop acting like an idiot. It was a mission; we did what was needed.”
Kakashi frowned and opened his mouth to say... something. He wasn’t sure what, and he never actually got the chance.
Iruka reached out and laid a finger across his lips. “Tell you what, let’s go have a few drinks until things stop being awkward, Then when our inhibitions are down, we’ll go to a hotel room and fuck until neither of us can move. Maybe then you’ll realize the sex is good with or without the mission.” He turned and sauntered off, pausing only to pick up his discarded shirt and vest.
Kakashi followed helplessly.
Author: Kita
Written for this prompt on the kakairu_kink meme
Rating: NC-17
Betas of awesome: kiterie and micah_n10
Summary: Mission sex on a whole new level.
Notes: A nod to caeseria’s fic “Touch Me, Tease Me” where the idea of touch communication amid sex got my brain going... (is a bad Kita)
Mizutori-'waterbird'
“Look, Enkidu-san, here’s one that might tickle yer fancy.” A heavy, greasy hand closed on Kakashi’s shoulder.
He had to restrain the urge to fling the overbearing, leering creature into the nearest of the scented pools. It could only improve his odor.
Towara Hiachi leaned closer, sending another wave of his personal effluvia across Kakashi’s sensitive nose; a reek composed of unwashed body, far too much cologne and hair grease, and a general lack of any kind of dental hygiene.
Kakashi kept his face impassive, resisting the urge to wrinkle his nose and looked in the direction the sweating man at his shoulder indicated.
In one of the pools, this one filled with water tinted a soft lavender and not horribly reeking of the perfumes and scented oils that made this place a chamber of tortures for Kakashi’s nose, lounged a slim brown figure with his back turned to them, tanned skin gleaming with beads of water. Brown and bronze hair tumbled in an artful tangle of damp curls over the lean planes of his shoulders, fancifully tattooed in a pattern of overlapping bronze, black and gold feathers.
Towara reached down and splashed the water of the pool in a bid for the swimmers attention. “Oi, Mizutori, git over here and show Enkidu-san why this one a’ the best bathhouses in all’a Fire Country.”
Mizutori rose languidly, every movement screaming sensuality. He turned slowly, water sleeting down a lean body, with muscles moving fluidly under the brown skin. “You called me, Towara-sama?”
The last time Kakashi had heard that soft baritone, it had been raised in an irritated shout, berating him for some imagined error on a mission report. Now it was accompanied by a heated look out of brown eyes lined with bronze and gold, over cheeks limned in a delicate pattern of feathers with waterproof makeup.
Kakashi felt his breath catch in his throat. He hadn’t known who his deep-cover contact would be, and had never expected it to be the very same chuunin who had once verbally flayed him for his choice to enter his students in the chuunin exams.
Blinking languidly, the man Towara deemed “Mizutori” rose entirely out of the water, revealing that he wore nothing beneath the lavender-tinted liquid.
“Give Enkidu-san here the full treatment, show him why he should continue t’ stop here on his travels.” Towara beamed down at the slighter figure, creasing his piggish eyes almost shut.
“As you command, Towara-sama.” Umino Iruka, in the guise of Mizutori, stretched out a hand to Kakashi. “If you would follow me, Enkidu-sama, we’ll start with a soak to ease muscles weary from your travels.”
Kakashi nodded impassively and allowed Iruka to take his arm and lead him into a room to disrobe.
Iruka helped him out of his heavy traveling gear, a sand-colored over-robe worn over a linen shirt and heavy canvas trews, fingers trailing softly over exposed skin. Nails painted with feather patterns scraped against his skin, tapping a pattern Kakashi recognized at once. Being watched; do not break cover.
Kakashi let out his breath in a sigh, and let his hands trail over those feather-tattooed shoulders. Understood.
Iruka deftly tied a towel around Kakashi’s hips and took his hand, leading him to another bathing pool, this one filled with milky, steaming water. It smelled strongly of nothing but minerals, clearing the stink of far too many perfumes from his nostrils. A natural hot spring, then.
Kakashi stepped down into the water, hissing a little at the heat.
Iruka stepped in behind him and guided him to a seat, settling himself against Kakashi’s back.
The slick slide of Iruka’s flesh against his skin, almost cool compared to the temperature of the water, made his gut clench with heat.
Iruka’s strong fingers dug into his shoulders, kneading the tensed muscles expertly.
Kakashi sighed and leaned back into the kneading fingers, not letting his wary alertness slip, but enjoying the massage anyway.
Those long, tan legs lifted and wrapped around his waist, long and surprisingly nimble toes digging into his thighs in an echo of the way Iruka’s fingers were kneading his shoulders.
Kakashi fought to ignore the stirrings of lust, but his cock wasn’t even slightly interested in obeying him. Those toes flexing against his thighs didn’t help the matter, either.
Behind him, Iruka stretched and twisted to reach for a bottle of oil set on the lip of the pool.
Something hard pressed rather insistently into the small of his back, and Kakashi’s aching cock hardened even farther. He turned and caught Iruka’s wrist. “Enough,” he growled.
Iruka’s eyes met his, filled with a mixture of wariness and outright lust. “Enkidu-sama?”
The use of his assumed name shocked Kakashi back to his senses. “Enough massages. I have a wish to enjoy the other pleasures offered.”
Iruka nodded and rose from his position behind Kakashi, smoothly moving around in the water until he was straddling Kakashi’s legs, only a towel between their cocks. “What is it you would wish of me?”
Kakashi ground up into Iruka, drawing fierce pleasure from the gasp he elicited from Iruka’s lips.
Heavy-lidded eyes lined with kohl drifted closed and Iruka writhed against him, groaning and gasping, and pressing himself harder against Kakashi.
Kakashi smirked.
Iruka drew away and smiled lazily at him before taking a deep breath and slipping beneath the water. His fingers untied the knot of the towel, letting Kakashi’s aching erection spring up, freed from the weight of the clinging terrycloth.
It was Kakashi’s turn to gasp then.
Iruka’s mouth found his cock, hotter even than the water, nipping and teasing.
Kakashi dug his fingers into Iruka’s hair, arching up into the stimulation, and tossing his head back with a gasp.
Beneath the water, fingers flattened against his stomach, holding him in place but also tapping a coded message against his skin. I have information to pass on. Those fingers spelled against his taut abdomen. Crucial to reach Hokage. Time sensitive.
Kakashi drew a deep breath, hanging onto control with fang and claw. It took a moment for his brain to remember how to communicate. What? He tapped against the skin of Iruka’s scalp with the fingers still buried in his hair.
Iruka released his cock and emerged from the water with a gasp. He straddled Kakashi’s thighs again and caught Kakashi’s fingers in his own, guiding them down to his ass and pushing them almost greedily against his anus. Inside, the fingers of his other hand scrawled against Kakashi’s hip.
Kakashi pushed his forefingers into Iruka’s body. The tip of his index finger found something hard. He caught it between his fingers and drew it out.
Iruka tossed back his head with a breathy moan, pushing to free what Kakashi knew then was a smooth, waterproof scroll-case. It slid out into his grasp.
“Yes!” Iruka groaned.
The hand that had guided his fingers to Iruka’s ass, tangled with Kakashi’s and plucked the small case from his grasp. Kakashi almost broke cover by protesting, but covered it with a groan when the same hand crept around his hip.
He felt the metal pressing hard against his anus and pushed out, feeling it slip into him, Iruka’s fingers following it to seat it deep.
Kakashi groaned again at the foreign feeling of fullness.
Iruka pulled his fingers from Kakashi’s ass and gripped his cock, which had not lost interest, guiding it to his asshole.
Iruka grinned at him and shoved down hard, impaling himself on Kakashi’s cock.
Kakashi threw his head back with a pained-sounding moan, the feel of Iruka hot and tight around him combining with the pressure of the scroll-case embedded in his ass driving him mad. He drove hard up into Iruka’s willing body, feeling the coil of arousal building in his belly and knowing he wouldn’t last long.
“Going to...” He gritted, pistoning his hips rapidly.
Iruka pushed down harder against him. “Do it,” he breathed, panting harshly. “Fill me up...”
Those words, gasped hot and wanton into his ear, pushed him over the edge. His climax boiled out of him, a scalding explosion that made his breath stutter in his chest. Heat burned in his blood as he poured his release into the grasping depths of Iruka’s ass. For a moment he just hung there, suspended in the water, mind blank in the aftermath of what had to be one of the best orgasms of his life.
The sound of Iruka’s mewling cry, and the feel of his hips still moving restlessly against Kakashi’s own brought him out of it and he reached down to grip Iruka’s swollen cock.
Iruka came with a guttural moan, spilling his cum to mingle with the milky water. He slumped bonelessly over Kakashi’s chest, gasping deep breaths against his neck.
Kakashi barely had the presence of mind to tap the code for Extraction needed? against Iruka’s hip.
“No,” Iruka breathed soundlessly against his neck. His finger spelled Team coming in a fortnight. Complete erasure.
Kakashi sighed. In two weeks time then, there would be nothing left of this place but rubble. He would not be sorry to see it gone, along with it’s sleazy, odorous owner.
A few moments later, he was being helped into his clothes by Iruka, when the object of his disgust came in, smiling broadly. “I trust Mizutori showed you why this should be a regular stoppin’ place, aye?”
Kakashi managed to hide his disgust behind a bland smile and opaque stare. “Oh, I can guarantee he did indeed.”
Towara smirked and patted Iruka’s ass. “Ol’ Mizutori here’s worth his weight in gold.”
Kakashi suppressed a flare of anger at the sight of that greasy, odorous hand gripping Iruka’s tanned flesh. Hiding it behind an impassive expression, he passed Towara a handful of gold coins and took his leave.
~~~~~~~~
It was three weeks later that he ran into Iruka again.
The information that he had received had enabled the Hokage to take apart an illicit trade in human slavery run by one of the daimyo’s and financed by three others. The bathhouse had been razed and Towara imprisoned alongside the heads of the slave trade.
Iruka was at one of the training grounds, shirtless, and whirling around in a deadly dance with several training dummies. He looked worlds different from the persona of Mizutori. The feather makeup and tattoos were gone and his hair scraped back into its normal utilitarian ponytail. The only reminders were the odd streaks of bronze-dyed hair among the dark brown.
Iruka finished his lethal ballet and landed a few paces away, sweat glistening on his tanned skin. He offered Kakashi a friendly smile. “Hello, Kakashi-san.”
“Iruka-sensei.” Kakashi wasn’t sure why he felt awkward standing there. He’d had mission sex before, and never felt this uncomfortable facing the other participants afterward.
Iruka tipped his head sideways. “Is there something I can help you with, Kakashi-san?” he asked curiously.
Kakashi shook his head and in desperation, pulled his battered copy of Icha Icha out of his pocket.
Iruka reached over and pushed the book down, a wry smile twisting up his lips. “Stop acting like an idiot. It was a mission; we did what was needed.”
Kakashi frowned and opened his mouth to say... something. He wasn’t sure what, and he never actually got the chance.
Iruka reached out and laid a finger across his lips. “Tell you what, let’s go have a few drinks until things stop being awkward, Then when our inhibitions are down, we’ll go to a hotel room and fuck until neither of us can move. Maybe then you’ll realize the sex is good with or without the mission.” He turned and sauntered off, pausing only to pick up his discarded shirt and vest.
Kakashi followed helplessly.