Fic: Release
This is the last of the fics written for the kink-meme and this one is the most worrisome.
Title: Release
Author: Kita
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Written for this prompt on the kink-meme. highlight to see -- Heterosexual intercourse, overuses of clone-sex trope and one of the characters referred to as a 'she' (which might put some people off)
Summary: Ninja from several villages have gone missing, and when Iruka leads a rescue mission, he finds that the captives aren't quite the same as they were before.
Iruka slumped back against the wall of the converted warehouse and folded his arms, the very picture of a bored, impatient noble. He glanced across the room at his shadow-clone, dressed in the sumptuous robes of a Suna noble, full-bodied ones that left only his eyes uncovered. The clone shrugged, barely a shift of the robed shoulders; a motion that, to anyone else, might be merely the settling of fabric.
Iruka hid a smirk. Apparently things were not going so well for the auctioneers. For all the bored indolence he displayed, Iruka was glad of anything that inconvenienced the scum. Tsunade had received reports from surrounding countries of a ring of flesh-dealers (AKA slavers) who proclaimed that they offered, for a price, shinobi for enemy countries turned into willing sex-slaves. It had taken long months to track them down and find a location for one of their infamous sales. The mission had gained a new urgency when the word had come that at their next sale they would be offering shinobi from Konoha. After confirming that two three-man cells had vanished on relatively low-risk missions, Tsunade had sent Iruka as an infiltrator, with a back-up team thirty strong. With luck and skill, Iruka had garnered himself invitations for the main event.
A magnified cough turned all attention toward the stage set up near where his clone leaned casually against one of the heavy stone walls. A thin, rangy man with a narrow face that barely had room for his great beak of a nose, sidled up onto the stage. Iruka notice that he moved with a recent limp and mentally applauded whichever one of his 'willing sex-slaves' had gotten in a set of licks. Smoothing his hands over his rich silk clothing, the man stepped up and pasted a simpering smile on his face. "Sorry about the delay, gentles. with no further ado, let me welcome you to the main event. Tonight we have many prime, nay, the finest examples of our craft. You will find that these lovelies are willing and wanton. And as a special bonus, tonight only, we will be offering some of our glorious wares in ways you will never have seen them before."
Iruka didn't like the interested murmur that swept across the crowd.
"Coupled with some of the finest researchers form various hidden villages," the announcer continued. "We have found ways for some of your most feared enemies, names at the forefront of your various bingo books, to become everything you might wish in a bedwarmer."
Iruka felt something like an atavistic shiver crawl up his spine, sinking tiny hook-claws into his nerves. Something here was different from what he had been led to expect by former buyers.
A woman was led out onto the stage, draped from head to toe in ice-blue silks. She followed the guidance of the huge wrangler so compliantly that Iruka had to swallow down bile. There was something so inherently wrong in the way she moved that his gorge rose. He wondered what cocktail of drugs they had loaded the poor kunoichi on to ensure her tractability.
The barker stepped up close to the placid kunoichi. "Here we have one of the first and finest fruits of hours of stringent research, forbidden jutsu and the tiniest touch of pharmaceuticals, ready to serve your every need." He pulled away the shroud of silks covering her head.
Iruka's stomach froze into a solid block of ice at the mismatched red and gray eyes that stared vacantly out from under a shock of silver hair.
"Hatake Kakashi!" The announcer declared loudly.
Iruka didn't wait for the wave of shocked exclamations to crest, flaring his chakra in a preselected signal.
Iruka pushed himself off the wall, using shoulders and backs of people in the crowd as springboards to leap toward the stage.
From the corner of his eye, he saw his clone gut the hulking wrangler and snatch the feminized version of the copy-nin, curling into a protective ball around the limp figure.
The walls blew in with a concussive blast that made his ears ring.
Iruka reached the stage and kicked the barker smartly upside the head. The man went down in a heap.
The woman in his clone's grasp went mad with rage. Slipping free of the clone's grip, she leapt for the downed man, face a mask of fury and hands crooked into claws. Snarling, a low, ugly sound, she wrapped one of her silken scarves around his throat and pulled tight. There was no sanity in those eyes, the red Sharingan whirling madly.
Oblivious to the chaos around him, Iruka stared at the madwoman that had formerly been Naruto's jounin sensei. His clone moved to his side and touched his shoulder. Iruka started and bought himself back into focus.
"Hatake-san," he said quietly, going down on one knee with the clone watching his back.
Kakashi showed no recognition, delicate face twisted in an enraged mask of hatred. She hauled back on the silk until Iruka heard a wet snap.
"Kakashi-sensei, he's dead now." Iruka murmured.
He wasn't sure what did it, but sense came back into Kakashi's eyes and all the fight went out of her. She looked up at him, closing the madly-whirling Sharingan.
"Iruka-sensei," she rasped, voice now a husky contralto. Then she collapsed, slumping limply to the stage over the body of the barker.
The clean-up was accomplished in relatively short time, the captive shinobi freed and the slavers dead, save for a few kept alive for handing over to the T&I department. Most of the slave shinobi were fine, drugged to the gills but otherwise unharmed, but there were three who had suffered the same transformation as Kakashi. Iruka's backup included a medic-nin who was utterly confused by the transformation, claiming that it was some combination of jutsu, drugs and who-knew-what-else, and she would have no luck unraveling it until interrogation had taken a crack at the surviving slavers.
While they were firebombing the building and packaging the injured and the captives for transport, Iruka's clone came hurrying up to him. "Kakashi is awake."
Iruka hurried over to the stretcher that Kakashi was laid out on, finding himself regarded by that single gray eye. "Kakashi-sensei. How are you doing?"
Kakashi shook her head. "Fucking spectacular. I've got tits, how do you think I'm doing?"
Iruka dropped down to sit next to the stretcher, folding his legs under him. "Tsunade-sama will find a way to fix you when we get back to Konoha. I'm sure of it."
"Splendid." Kakashi growled, glaring down at her offending anatomy. "So until then, I pee sitting down. Can this week get any better?"
"You're alive," Iruka snapped, irritated. "Gender doesn't matter compared to that. Get over yourself."
Kakashi snarled at him and levered herself up. "Bastard."
"What are you doing?" Iruka growled.
"What does it look like? Getting the fuck up; the sooner I get to Konoha, the better!" Kakashi brought her hands together in the first sign for a teleportation justsu.
Iruka grabbed her hands. "Idiot. You just had who-knows-what done to you! You can't just go teleporting home. Besides, we're at least two weeks travel from Fire country, much less Konoha. Trying to teleport that distance would kill you."
Kakashi stared down at Iruka's hands on her wrists and blinked. Suddenly, she doubled over with a pained cry.
"Kakashi-sensei!" Iruka lunged to support Kakashi, snapping his head back towards his clone. "Get the medic!"
"No!" Kakashi growled. "No medics."
Iruka blinked at her, outraged. "You're not in your right mind; you need a medic! Who knows what they did to you with this fucked-up transformation."
"No," Kakashi hissed, curling into a tighter ball. "Nothing the medic can do. I know these symptoms. Only thing for it is to wait it out."
"What is it?" Iruka asked, trying to urge Kakashi to lie back down.
Kakashi's gray eye rolled to regard him feverishly. "They wanted willing sex-slaves. What the hell do you think they dosed me with?"
Iruka cursed under his breath. The powerful aphrodisiac Kakashi had been drugged with had no antidote. There were two ways to get it out of your system; wait it out, which was painful in the extreme, or sweat it out. Vigorously.
Kakashi pulled free of his grip and struggled to her feet, wavering badly and clearly in a great deal of pain.
"Kakashi-sensei!" Iruka protested, rising to his feet and hurrying to lend support.
Kakashi glared at him, sweat-soaked hair drooping over her forehead. "Get me away from the others and either leave me alone or help me. Either way, I don't intend for it to be public."
Iruka helped the wavering Kakashi to a nearby outbuilding and placed several trap tags around the door while Kakashi slumped, panting, to the floor.
Iruka turned to his clone. "Let the medic know what's happening, and then return."
The clone nodded and vanished in a swirl of leaves.
Iruka closed the door and turned back to Kakashi, who was stripping herself of the silks with frantic fingers. She shivered violently and reached down between her legs.
Cursing softly, Kakashi looked up at him, furious and frustrated. "How the fuck does one masturbate with the wrong equipment?"
Iruka chuckled wryly and knelt. "Let me help."
Kakashi blinked and slowly relaxed, leaning back on her hands. "You realize this is fucked up beyond belief, don't you?" She grumbled, cheeks flushed a hectic red.
Iruka chuckled again. "No kidding." He moved to kneel between her raised knees. "Relax."
"Easy for you to say," Kakashi growled. "I can't even jerk off."
Iruka sighed and leaned close, brushing his lips against Kakashi's cheek. "I told you, I'd help."
Kakashi shivered violently.
Iruka leaned Kakashi back, letting her rest sprawled on the blue silks. He pressed his lips against her throat,feeling it work with a swallow. Nibbling and sucking, he cupped a full breast with one hand.
With a breathless sigh, Kakashi arched up into the touch. "Fuc--feels different..."
Iruka nipped his way down to take the peaked nipple between his teeth, slowly rolling it back and forth across his teeth and stroking the end of the tiny nub with his tongue. He suckled, feeling Kakashi strain upwards toward his mouth.
Kakashi moaned, restlessly carding her fingers through his hair and pulling it free of his ponytail. "Oh..."
Smirking against her breast, Iruka let one hand slide down the curve of her stomach to the mound at the crux of her legs. He delved a finger into the tangle of silver hair, finding the hard nub of her clitoris already swollen and sensitive.
Kakashi tossed her head back with a startled grunt, hips rolling restlessly into his touch.
Iruka soothed the tiny nub with a couple of gentle sweeps of his thumb, taking great pleasure in Kakashi's gasping, shivering response. He moved his lips to the other breast, taking the nipple into his mouth and laving it with his tongue.
Kakashi made a soft sound, bracing her heels on the floor and thrusting her hips upward, into his touch. "Fu-fuck, sensei, hurry up!"
Iruka hummed against the nipple in his mouth. "Patience..."
Kakashi growled. "I'm all out of patience. Get on with it!" The demand was punctuated by a harsh tug on Iruka's hair.
Iruka pressed the pad of his thumb against Kakashi's clit and dipped two fingers deeper, finding the wet opening and pressing in.
Kakashi made a inarticulate sound, grinding against his hand. "Oh...fuck!"
Iruka absently noted the return of his clone, being far more interested in the responses he was wringing out of Kakashi's feminine form. He'd really like a chance to see how many of the same responses he could get out of Kakashi when the copy-nin was back to normal, but even now, the sight of Kakashi mewling and thrusting against his hand was glorious.
Kakashi groaned and ached upwards, breathing harshly.
Iruka could feel the slick dampness against his palm increasing and the fluttering sensation of muscles contracting around his fingers. In response, he pressed them deeper.
Kakashi keened low in her throat. "Not e-enough. Oh, gods..." The words dissolved into a garbled yell, Kakashi bucking up frantically.
Iruka had a wicked thought and glanced out of the corner of his eye at his shadow-clone. The clone was breathing harshly and an erection was tenting the fabric of his pants.
Smirking, Iruka tilted his head, indication for the clone to take a place behind Kakashi.
The clone hurried to obey, slipping behind Kakashi's form so she was leaning against his chest.
Kakashi made a surprised sound that blended into a moan when the clone took over the job of tormenting both breasts, all while sucking hard at a spot below Kakashi's ear.
Iruka could understand his clone's reaction. Seeing Kakashi moaning wantonly like that was damned hot.
Kakashi heaved in his clone's arms, breath coming in short gasps. "Ungh, fuc--not--ah!"
Iruka paused in his ministrations, glancing up.
Kakashi's mouth was open, cheeks flushed a hectic red. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back and resting on the clone's shoulder. Moaning low in her throat, she panted for breath, hips moving restlessly against Iruka's stilled hand.
Iruka had to catch his own breath and reached to adjust himself. Seeing Kakashi like that was making him so damned hard it hurt.
Kakashi slitted a gray eye open and snarled at him. "Don't fucking s-stop now!"
Iruka chuckled, the sound a little breathy. "Demanding, aren't you, Kakashi-sensei?" Without warning, Iruka drove his fingers deeper into Kakashi's body.
Kakashi howled, legs convulsing against Iruka's thighs. "Fuck!"
Iruka chuckled and continued his ministrations, each stroke of his fingers eliciting another breathless curse from Kakashi.
Kakashi twisted against his clone's chest, fingers clutching for handholds. "Aagh--damn!Hah -harder!"
Iruka's clone was happily pinching Kakashi's engorged nipples and sucking a massive bruise of the pale column of her throat.
Gods, that was hot! Iruka groaned under his breath and knew he was definitely going to have to jerk off when he was finished helping Kakashi through this. Considering how aroused his clone was, he knew that when he dissipated it, the effects and memories were going to come crashing in on him like a tidal wave.
Kakashi hissed and thrust up into his hands, breath hissing between her teeth. “Need--ahh--more!"
Iruka returned his wandering attention to the task at hand.
Suddenly Kakashi growled and tore herself away from the clone's support.There was a feral gleam in that gray eye. She lunged up and fell upon Iruka with a wicked smile, knocking him back on his ass. "I said you were taking too long, Sensei!" Clever fingers closed on Iruka's clothed erection.
Iruka fell back on his hands with a guttural groan. "Kakashi-sensei, w-what--?"
Kakashi's lips twisted up in a grin that was pure evil. "Getting us both off in the quickest way possible." Deft hands worked at quickly stripping Iruka's clothes away, freeing his trapped cock, which immediately sprang up against his belly.
Iruka groaned, shoving at Kakashi. "I think you--"
Kakashi cut him off with a glare, closing her fingers almost too tightly on Iruka's cock. "Just because this isn't my normal equipment, doesn't mean I don't know how everything works." An eyebrow quirked, Kakashi's smile grew wider and if possible, even more evil. "I do read Icha Icha, after all."
Looking up into Kakashi's eye, Iruka asked desperately, "Are you sure, Kakashi-sensei? Because I won't be able to stop." Kakashi's hand on his cock was nearly enough to finish him off, he was so close.
Kakashi straddled his thighs. "Fuck, yes. I've waited long enough." Breathing harsh, Kakashi moved closer, positioning herself over Iruka's cock.
Without prompting, Iruka's clone moved up behind Kakashi, guiding her down over the head of Iruka's straining cock.
Iruka bit his lip until it bled, struggling not to thrust up into that warm, wet heat that surrounded just the head of his cock.
Kakashi hesitated, for the first time seeming unsure.
Iruka settled his hands on the pale thighs, seeing his clone rest his hands on Kakashi's rounded hips. With gentle movements, the clone helped Kakashi lower herself until Iruka was seated balls-deep inside her.
Kakashi made a few tentative movements, gaining confidence with each. Grinding down slowly, she wet her lips and offered a wry smile. "Well, it's certainly easier this way. Don't have to search for the lube."
Iruka choked on a laugh that turned into a groan. "F-fuck."
"Do you teach your students with that mouth, sensei?" Kakashi's movements became more frantic. Gasping, Kakashi gripped the clone's arms for support, bucking. "A-ah, dammit!"
Iruka surged upward into Kakashi, feeling his own orgasm looming close. Balls tightening with the need to come, he thrust upward.
Kakashi writhed, beautifully impaled.
Iruka's clone pressed up against Kakashi's back, one hand cupping a breast and the other slipping down to find her clit.
The sound Kakashi made could have been termed a yowl, had Iruka had a spare brain cell to think about it. He was too busy trying not to come just then, however, hanging onto control tooth and nail.
Kakashi's writhing became more frantic, shoving down on his cock and back up into his clone's hand. "Kuh-close!"
Iruka could only grunt in agreement, fast losing the battle to stay in control.
Kakashi arched her back, shuddering.
Iruka felt the inner muscles tightening around his cock and he drove up into that wet heat frantically.
Kakashi came apart at the seams, screaming.
Iruka had a brief second to appreciate how gloriously wanton the copy-nin looked while coming, before his own control shattered. His clone puffed out of existence when his concentration wavered, returning his chakra to him, along with a flood of sensations. That was the last nail in his coffin and he bowed upward, driving into Kakashi. His own climax roared over him, blinding and incandescent.
Kakashi slumped over him, sweat sheening pale skin and shivers wracking her frame. "Oh, fuck," she muttered breathlessly. "I may never move again."
Iruka couldn't help but agree.
They were still lying there, bodies entwined and basking in the afterglow when the medic-nin set off one of Iruka's trap tags.
Epilogue
It took Tsunade a little over a month to work out a way to reverse what had been done to Kakashi, during which the leaders of the slave-ring were executed, the few specialists that had survived the attack spilled everything they knew and Kakashi discovered one of the not-so-joyous things about being trapped in a woman's body for over a month. That had been a learning experience for all concerned, and Iruka was fairly certain Sakura might never recover from having to teach her former sensei how to cope with a period.
Surprisingly Kakashi had insisted to the Hokage that Iruka look out for the copy-nin until Tsunade found the cure. So Iruka had to deal with a moody copy-nin invading his home, eating all his food, reading porn on his couch... and seemingly insatiable sexual appetite. Kakashi had bounced Iruka on, under or against every flat surface in the apartment and found new uses for common household objects that still scared Iruka if he thought too much about it.
Kakashi had explained it away as part of the process designed to make a willing sex slave, but Iruka had found out from Tsunade that there were never any implanted controls for that, only a regular application of aphrodisiacs. Aphrodisiacs Kakashi had not been anywhere near since their return to Konoha.
So a little over a month since Iruka had first seen a feminized copy-nin standing blank-eyed on a stage, he found himself opening his door to find a fully male Kakashi standing there, one hand raised uncertainly to knock.
Iruka leaned one shoulder against the door frame, folded his arms and regarded Kakashi through lowered eyelashes. "Well?"
Kakashi seemed at a loss for words, and Iruka took malicious enjoyment out of his discomfiture.
Finally, Iruka sighed, relaxed and whacked Kakashi upside the head. "Idiot. You don't have to pretend to be affected by that jutsu anymore. I have absolutely no objection to continuing our sexual relationship. Besides," He canted his head, a truly wicked smirk escaping to curve his lips. "I've been looking forward to getting my hands on this version of you."
fin
Title: Release
Author: Kita
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Written for this prompt on the kink-meme. highlight to see -- Heterosexual intercourse, overuses of clone-sex trope and one of the characters referred to as a 'she' (which might put some people off)
Summary: Ninja from several villages have gone missing, and when Iruka leads a rescue mission, he finds that the captives aren't quite the same as they were before.
Iruka slumped back against the wall of the converted warehouse and folded his arms, the very picture of a bored, impatient noble. He glanced across the room at his shadow-clone, dressed in the sumptuous robes of a Suna noble, full-bodied ones that left only his eyes uncovered. The clone shrugged, barely a shift of the robed shoulders; a motion that, to anyone else, might be merely the settling of fabric.
Iruka hid a smirk. Apparently things were not going so well for the auctioneers. For all the bored indolence he displayed, Iruka was glad of anything that inconvenienced the scum. Tsunade had received reports from surrounding countries of a ring of flesh-dealers (AKA slavers) who proclaimed that they offered, for a price, shinobi for enemy countries turned into willing sex-slaves. It had taken long months to track them down and find a location for one of their infamous sales. The mission had gained a new urgency when the word had come that at their next sale they would be offering shinobi from Konoha. After confirming that two three-man cells had vanished on relatively low-risk missions, Tsunade had sent Iruka as an infiltrator, with a back-up team thirty strong. With luck and skill, Iruka had garnered himself invitations for the main event.
A magnified cough turned all attention toward the stage set up near where his clone leaned casually against one of the heavy stone walls. A thin, rangy man with a narrow face that barely had room for his great beak of a nose, sidled up onto the stage. Iruka notice that he moved with a recent limp and mentally applauded whichever one of his 'willing sex-slaves' had gotten in a set of licks. Smoothing his hands over his rich silk clothing, the man stepped up and pasted a simpering smile on his face. "Sorry about the delay, gentles. with no further ado, let me welcome you to the main event. Tonight we have many prime, nay, the finest examples of our craft. You will find that these lovelies are willing and wanton. And as a special bonus, tonight only, we will be offering some of our glorious wares in ways you will never have seen them before."
Iruka didn't like the interested murmur that swept across the crowd.
"Coupled with some of the finest researchers form various hidden villages," the announcer continued. "We have found ways for some of your most feared enemies, names at the forefront of your various bingo books, to become everything you might wish in a bedwarmer."
Iruka felt something like an atavistic shiver crawl up his spine, sinking tiny hook-claws into his nerves. Something here was different from what he had been led to expect by former buyers.
A woman was led out onto the stage, draped from head to toe in ice-blue silks. She followed the guidance of the huge wrangler so compliantly that Iruka had to swallow down bile. There was something so inherently wrong in the way she moved that his gorge rose. He wondered what cocktail of drugs they had loaded the poor kunoichi on to ensure her tractability.
The barker stepped up close to the placid kunoichi. "Here we have one of the first and finest fruits of hours of stringent research, forbidden jutsu and the tiniest touch of pharmaceuticals, ready to serve your every need." He pulled away the shroud of silks covering her head.
Iruka's stomach froze into a solid block of ice at the mismatched red and gray eyes that stared vacantly out from under a shock of silver hair.
"Hatake Kakashi!" The announcer declared loudly.
Iruka didn't wait for the wave of shocked exclamations to crest, flaring his chakra in a preselected signal.
Iruka pushed himself off the wall, using shoulders and backs of people in the crowd as springboards to leap toward the stage.
From the corner of his eye, he saw his clone gut the hulking wrangler and snatch the feminized version of the copy-nin, curling into a protective ball around the limp figure.
The walls blew in with a concussive blast that made his ears ring.
Iruka reached the stage and kicked the barker smartly upside the head. The man went down in a heap.
The woman in his clone's grasp went mad with rage. Slipping free of the clone's grip, she leapt for the downed man, face a mask of fury and hands crooked into claws. Snarling, a low, ugly sound, she wrapped one of her silken scarves around his throat and pulled tight. There was no sanity in those eyes, the red Sharingan whirling madly.
Oblivious to the chaos around him, Iruka stared at the madwoman that had formerly been Naruto's jounin sensei. His clone moved to his side and touched his shoulder. Iruka started and bought himself back into focus.
"Hatake-san," he said quietly, going down on one knee with the clone watching his back.
Kakashi showed no recognition, delicate face twisted in an enraged mask of hatred. She hauled back on the silk until Iruka heard a wet snap.
"Kakashi-sensei, he's dead now." Iruka murmured.
He wasn't sure what did it, but sense came back into Kakashi's eyes and all the fight went out of her. She looked up at him, closing the madly-whirling Sharingan.
"Iruka-sensei," she rasped, voice now a husky contralto. Then she collapsed, slumping limply to the stage over the body of the barker.
The clean-up was accomplished in relatively short time, the captive shinobi freed and the slavers dead, save for a few kept alive for handing over to the T&I department. Most of the slave shinobi were fine, drugged to the gills but otherwise unharmed, but there were three who had suffered the same transformation as Kakashi. Iruka's backup included a medic-nin who was utterly confused by the transformation, claiming that it was some combination of jutsu, drugs and who-knew-what-else, and she would have no luck unraveling it until interrogation had taken a crack at the surviving slavers.
While they were firebombing the building and packaging the injured and the captives for transport, Iruka's clone came hurrying up to him. "Kakashi is awake."
Iruka hurried over to the stretcher that Kakashi was laid out on, finding himself regarded by that single gray eye. "Kakashi-sensei. How are you doing?"
Kakashi shook her head. "Fucking spectacular. I've got tits, how do you think I'm doing?"
Iruka dropped down to sit next to the stretcher, folding his legs under him. "Tsunade-sama will find a way to fix you when we get back to Konoha. I'm sure of it."
"Splendid." Kakashi growled, glaring down at her offending anatomy. "So until then, I pee sitting down. Can this week get any better?"
"You're alive," Iruka snapped, irritated. "Gender doesn't matter compared to that. Get over yourself."
Kakashi snarled at him and levered herself up. "Bastard."
"What are you doing?" Iruka growled.
"What does it look like? Getting the fuck up; the sooner I get to Konoha, the better!" Kakashi brought her hands together in the first sign for a teleportation justsu.
Iruka grabbed her hands. "Idiot. You just had who-knows-what done to you! You can't just go teleporting home. Besides, we're at least two weeks travel from Fire country, much less Konoha. Trying to teleport that distance would kill you."
Kakashi stared down at Iruka's hands on her wrists and blinked. Suddenly, she doubled over with a pained cry.
"Kakashi-sensei!" Iruka lunged to support Kakashi, snapping his head back towards his clone. "Get the medic!"
"No!" Kakashi growled. "No medics."
Iruka blinked at her, outraged. "You're not in your right mind; you need a medic! Who knows what they did to you with this fucked-up transformation."
"No," Kakashi hissed, curling into a tighter ball. "Nothing the medic can do. I know these symptoms. Only thing for it is to wait it out."
"What is it?" Iruka asked, trying to urge Kakashi to lie back down.
Kakashi's gray eye rolled to regard him feverishly. "They wanted willing sex-slaves. What the hell do you think they dosed me with?"
Iruka cursed under his breath. The powerful aphrodisiac Kakashi had been drugged with had no antidote. There were two ways to get it out of your system; wait it out, which was painful in the extreme, or sweat it out. Vigorously.
Kakashi pulled free of his grip and struggled to her feet, wavering badly and clearly in a great deal of pain.
"Kakashi-sensei!" Iruka protested, rising to his feet and hurrying to lend support.
Kakashi glared at him, sweat-soaked hair drooping over her forehead. "Get me away from the others and either leave me alone or help me. Either way, I don't intend for it to be public."
Iruka helped the wavering Kakashi to a nearby outbuilding and placed several trap tags around the door while Kakashi slumped, panting, to the floor.
Iruka turned to his clone. "Let the medic know what's happening, and then return."
The clone nodded and vanished in a swirl of leaves.
Iruka closed the door and turned back to Kakashi, who was stripping herself of the silks with frantic fingers. She shivered violently and reached down between her legs.
Cursing softly, Kakashi looked up at him, furious and frustrated. "How the fuck does one masturbate with the wrong equipment?"
Iruka chuckled wryly and knelt. "Let me help."
Kakashi blinked and slowly relaxed, leaning back on her hands. "You realize this is fucked up beyond belief, don't you?" She grumbled, cheeks flushed a hectic red.
Iruka chuckled again. "No kidding." He moved to kneel between her raised knees. "Relax."
"Easy for you to say," Kakashi growled. "I can't even jerk off."
Iruka sighed and leaned close, brushing his lips against Kakashi's cheek. "I told you, I'd help."
Kakashi shivered violently.
Iruka leaned Kakashi back, letting her rest sprawled on the blue silks. He pressed his lips against her throat,feeling it work with a swallow. Nibbling and sucking, he cupped a full breast with one hand.
With a breathless sigh, Kakashi arched up into the touch. "Fuc--feels different..."
Iruka nipped his way down to take the peaked nipple between his teeth, slowly rolling it back and forth across his teeth and stroking the end of the tiny nub with his tongue. He suckled, feeling Kakashi strain upwards toward his mouth.
Kakashi moaned, restlessly carding her fingers through his hair and pulling it free of his ponytail. "Oh..."
Smirking against her breast, Iruka let one hand slide down the curve of her stomach to the mound at the crux of her legs. He delved a finger into the tangle of silver hair, finding the hard nub of her clitoris already swollen and sensitive.
Kakashi tossed her head back with a startled grunt, hips rolling restlessly into his touch.
Iruka soothed the tiny nub with a couple of gentle sweeps of his thumb, taking great pleasure in Kakashi's gasping, shivering response. He moved his lips to the other breast, taking the nipple into his mouth and laving it with his tongue.
Kakashi made a soft sound, bracing her heels on the floor and thrusting her hips upward, into his touch. "Fu-fuck, sensei, hurry up!"
Iruka hummed against the nipple in his mouth. "Patience..."
Kakashi growled. "I'm all out of patience. Get on with it!" The demand was punctuated by a harsh tug on Iruka's hair.
Iruka pressed the pad of his thumb against Kakashi's clit and dipped two fingers deeper, finding the wet opening and pressing in.
Kakashi made a inarticulate sound, grinding against his hand. "Oh...fuck!"
Iruka absently noted the return of his clone, being far more interested in the responses he was wringing out of Kakashi's feminine form. He'd really like a chance to see how many of the same responses he could get out of Kakashi when the copy-nin was back to normal, but even now, the sight of Kakashi mewling and thrusting against his hand was glorious.
Kakashi groaned and ached upwards, breathing harshly.
Iruka could feel the slick dampness against his palm increasing and the fluttering sensation of muscles contracting around his fingers. In response, he pressed them deeper.
Kakashi keened low in her throat. "Not e-enough. Oh, gods..." The words dissolved into a garbled yell, Kakashi bucking up frantically.
Iruka had a wicked thought and glanced out of the corner of his eye at his shadow-clone. The clone was breathing harshly and an erection was tenting the fabric of his pants.
Smirking, Iruka tilted his head, indication for the clone to take a place behind Kakashi.
The clone hurried to obey, slipping behind Kakashi's form so she was leaning against his chest.
Kakashi made a surprised sound that blended into a moan when the clone took over the job of tormenting both breasts, all while sucking hard at a spot below Kakashi's ear.
Iruka could understand his clone's reaction. Seeing Kakashi moaning wantonly like that was damned hot.
Kakashi heaved in his clone's arms, breath coming in short gasps. "Ungh, fuc--not--ah!"
Iruka paused in his ministrations, glancing up.
Kakashi's mouth was open, cheeks flushed a hectic red. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back and resting on the clone's shoulder. Moaning low in her throat, she panted for breath, hips moving restlessly against Iruka's stilled hand.
Iruka had to catch his own breath and reached to adjust himself. Seeing Kakashi like that was making him so damned hard it hurt.
Kakashi slitted a gray eye open and snarled at him. "Don't fucking s-stop now!"
Iruka chuckled, the sound a little breathy. "Demanding, aren't you, Kakashi-sensei?" Without warning, Iruka drove his fingers deeper into Kakashi's body.
Kakashi howled, legs convulsing against Iruka's thighs. "Fuck!"
Iruka chuckled and continued his ministrations, each stroke of his fingers eliciting another breathless curse from Kakashi.
Kakashi twisted against his clone's chest, fingers clutching for handholds. "Aagh--damn!Hah -harder!"
Iruka's clone was happily pinching Kakashi's engorged nipples and sucking a massive bruise of the pale column of her throat.
Gods, that was hot! Iruka groaned under his breath and knew he was definitely going to have to jerk off when he was finished helping Kakashi through this. Considering how aroused his clone was, he knew that when he dissipated it, the effects and memories were going to come crashing in on him like a tidal wave.
Kakashi hissed and thrust up into his hands, breath hissing between her teeth. “Need--ahh--more!"
Iruka returned his wandering attention to the task at hand.
Suddenly Kakashi growled and tore herself away from the clone's support.There was a feral gleam in that gray eye. She lunged up and fell upon Iruka with a wicked smile, knocking him back on his ass. "I said you were taking too long, Sensei!" Clever fingers closed on Iruka's clothed erection.
Iruka fell back on his hands with a guttural groan. "Kakashi-sensei, w-what--?"
Kakashi's lips twisted up in a grin that was pure evil. "Getting us both off in the quickest way possible." Deft hands worked at quickly stripping Iruka's clothes away, freeing his trapped cock, which immediately sprang up against his belly.
Iruka groaned, shoving at Kakashi. "I think you--"
Kakashi cut him off with a glare, closing her fingers almost too tightly on Iruka's cock. "Just because this isn't my normal equipment, doesn't mean I don't know how everything works." An eyebrow quirked, Kakashi's smile grew wider and if possible, even more evil. "I do read Icha Icha, after all."
Looking up into Kakashi's eye, Iruka asked desperately, "Are you sure, Kakashi-sensei? Because I won't be able to stop." Kakashi's hand on his cock was nearly enough to finish him off, he was so close.
Kakashi straddled his thighs. "Fuck, yes. I've waited long enough." Breathing harsh, Kakashi moved closer, positioning herself over Iruka's cock.
Without prompting, Iruka's clone moved up behind Kakashi, guiding her down over the head of Iruka's straining cock.
Iruka bit his lip until it bled, struggling not to thrust up into that warm, wet heat that surrounded just the head of his cock.
Kakashi hesitated, for the first time seeming unsure.
Iruka settled his hands on the pale thighs, seeing his clone rest his hands on Kakashi's rounded hips. With gentle movements, the clone helped Kakashi lower herself until Iruka was seated balls-deep inside her.
Kakashi made a few tentative movements, gaining confidence with each. Grinding down slowly, she wet her lips and offered a wry smile. "Well, it's certainly easier this way. Don't have to search for the lube."
Iruka choked on a laugh that turned into a groan. "F-fuck."
"Do you teach your students with that mouth, sensei?" Kakashi's movements became more frantic. Gasping, Kakashi gripped the clone's arms for support, bucking. "A-ah, dammit!"
Iruka surged upward into Kakashi, feeling his own orgasm looming close. Balls tightening with the need to come, he thrust upward.
Kakashi writhed, beautifully impaled.
Iruka's clone pressed up against Kakashi's back, one hand cupping a breast and the other slipping down to find her clit.
The sound Kakashi made could have been termed a yowl, had Iruka had a spare brain cell to think about it. He was too busy trying not to come just then, however, hanging onto control tooth and nail.
Kakashi's writhing became more frantic, shoving down on his cock and back up into his clone's hand. "Kuh-close!"
Iruka could only grunt in agreement, fast losing the battle to stay in control.
Kakashi arched her back, shuddering.
Iruka felt the inner muscles tightening around his cock and he drove up into that wet heat frantically.
Kakashi came apart at the seams, screaming.
Iruka had a brief second to appreciate how gloriously wanton the copy-nin looked while coming, before his own control shattered. His clone puffed out of existence when his concentration wavered, returning his chakra to him, along with a flood of sensations. That was the last nail in his coffin and he bowed upward, driving into Kakashi. His own climax roared over him, blinding and incandescent.
Kakashi slumped over him, sweat sheening pale skin and shivers wracking her frame. "Oh, fuck," she muttered breathlessly. "I may never move again."
Iruka couldn't help but agree.
They were still lying there, bodies entwined and basking in the afterglow when the medic-nin set off one of Iruka's trap tags.
Epilogue
It took Tsunade a little over a month to work out a way to reverse what had been done to Kakashi, during which the leaders of the slave-ring were executed, the few specialists that had survived the attack spilled everything they knew and Kakashi discovered one of the not-so-joyous things about being trapped in a woman's body for over a month. That had been a learning experience for all concerned, and Iruka was fairly certain Sakura might never recover from having to teach her former sensei how to cope with a period.
Surprisingly Kakashi had insisted to the Hokage that Iruka look out for the copy-nin until Tsunade found the cure. So Iruka had to deal with a moody copy-nin invading his home, eating all his food, reading porn on his couch... and seemingly insatiable sexual appetite. Kakashi had bounced Iruka on, under or against every flat surface in the apartment and found new uses for common household objects that still scared Iruka if he thought too much about it.
Kakashi had explained it away as part of the process designed to make a willing sex slave, but Iruka had found out from Tsunade that there were never any implanted controls for that, only a regular application of aphrodisiacs. Aphrodisiacs Kakashi had not been anywhere near since their return to Konoha.
So a little over a month since Iruka had first seen a feminized copy-nin standing blank-eyed on a stage, he found himself opening his door to find a fully male Kakashi standing there, one hand raised uncertainly to knock.
Iruka leaned one shoulder against the door frame, folded his arms and regarded Kakashi through lowered eyelashes. "Well?"
Kakashi seemed at a loss for words, and Iruka took malicious enjoyment out of his discomfiture.
Finally, Iruka sighed, relaxed and whacked Kakashi upside the head. "Idiot. You don't have to pretend to be affected by that jutsu anymore. I have absolutely no objection to continuing our sexual relationship. Besides," He canted his head, a truly wicked smirk escaping to curve his lips. "I've been looking forward to getting my hands on this version of you."
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