Fanfic: Two Kinds of Comfort for a Shinobi- Rated M (IrukaxKakashi) Ch 2
Title: Two Forms of Comfort
Chapter: 2
Author: StarbearerTM
Genre: Romance, hurt comfort.
Warnings: Male/male relationship, lemon
Rating: M
Parings: IrukaxKakashi, Iruka and Third Hokage friendship, Iruka and Naruto friendship.
Word count: 1711
Summary: When Naruto meets Iruka for Ramen after his 2 ½ years of training, Iruka remembers a father figure in his past, and another form of comfort he found in a masked ANBU agent with silver hair.
Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto created Naruto Shippuden, I didn’t. The manga/anime are owned by Shonen Jump and Viz. I make no money for the writing of this story.
**
Iruka’s eyes grew huge feeling himself trapped between solid muscle and solid wood. “N… now wait a minute…”
Arm binding Iruka to his front the agent toyed with the hair sticking out of Iruka’s ponytail. “Third Hokage doesn’t want you to be lonely anymore, Iruka kun, or me for that matter. So my mission is you tonight.”
A blush stained Iruka’s tanned skin in the darkness. “T… tonight? But… but… I’ve never…”
“I can take care of that. A Genin shouldn’t be a virgin if he can help it,” the figure continued, pulling the hair band out of Iruka’s hair so it dropped messily around his face. Against the other’s chest Iruka’s heaved up and down while his heart pounded mercilessly against his breastbone.
“But… but… this…”
“Don’t worry Iruka kun, I know what to do. It won’t hurt when I’m through with you,” the figure cooed from under the mask.
“W… wait… are you going to… in that mask?” Iruka stammered. “I know ANBU have to wear them at all times but if the Third Hokage ordered you to… um… I can’t do it with a guy wearing a mask.”
“Of course not,” mumbled the ANBU, reaching up with one hand to push his mask to the side at the same time trapping Iruka between himself and the counter. Once the ANBU revealed his face, Iruka gasped. Beneath the fringe of silver hair two eyes regarded him. One was black as the night, the other covered by a scar. But instead of a matching eye, a red iris with black markings in it shocked Iruka.
A sharingan. Was this an Uchiha?
Stranger yet the lower part of the boy’s face was covered by a mask over his mouth and nose. What ANBU wore a mask beneath a mask? Close to Iruka’s shoulder the face bobbed, inhaling the scent there like a real wolf would. Hot breath filtered through the mask hitting Iruka’s bare neck. He froze like a deer in headlights.
“W… wolf san, I don’t think I can do this… I…”
“You don’t know unless you try, Iruka kun. I’ll be gentle,” murmured the teen’s voice through black cloth. Already the fingers of one hand played with the fastenings on Iruka’s shirt.
“Wait a minute, what sort of person doesn’t give me a kiss?” Iruka spoke up, feeling irritation and resistance coming to the front. “And what partner slams me against a counter and ravages…”
A sharingan eye winked at him. “You’ve got some fire in you. The Hokage said you had the will of fire and I see it burns brightly. Good. All the better.”
Mustering his courage, Iruka freed one hand to brush through the silver hair and found it was just as soft to the touch as he imagined. Fear still pounded his heart to skip beats so instead of using his other hand to pull down the mask, Iruka used it to steady the ANBU’s head while he leaned forward. His uncertain lips contacted the smooth cloth searching for the other’s lips through it. A chaste kiss with only fabric in between still sent a jolt of desire through Iruka.
“Mmm, not bad, but I didn’t expect you to leave my mask alone.”
“I didn’t want to drop dead because removing an ANBU’s mask is forbidden,” Iruka countered, leaning his head on the other’s shoulder. He wasn’t sure why, if it was due to a genjutsu but he felt an irresistible pull to the other teen to get closer. Clawing at the ANBU uniform Iruka let out a choked sob and gripped the other to him. He slammed his lips over the clothed ones for a desperate kiss he longed to give someone but wasn’t sure who.
“Wait, wait a bit,” the ANBU chuckled, tugging the cloth down after he pushed Iruka away. For a split second Iruka caught a glimpse of the boy’s face before the kiss was renewed.
Oh, the feeling of wet lips on his mouth. Iruka forced his mouth harder into the kiss, clumsily thrusting his tongue into the other’s mouth anxious for response. He could feel his sobs welling up from his chest as he attacked the other’s mouth and gripped the ANBU’s head to keep it in place while he lifted one leg to lock around the agent’s waist and pull their fronts together.
Somehow they stumbled around in the kitchen till Iruka shoved the ANBU face down on the table. Surprised he met no resistance Iruka then grabbed at his own pants and undid them while he saw the ANBU hiking down his own. Not looking up or turning his head to him Wolf called out, “You want me, take me, Umino Iruka. But first let me kiss your hand.”
Puzzled, Iruka shoved his hand into the ANBU’s face and felt his fingers drawn into the other’s mouth. He moaned softly at the talented tongue licking his fingers and palm thoroughly. Soon Iruka’s hand was wet and slimy with the other’s spit and the ANBU glanced up with eyes shaded by his silver hair.
“Finger me, Umino Iruka,” he whispered. Sure enough Iruka noticed the tight opening presented to him and stared at it longingly.
“And then do what you want with me. You know you need it and so do I,” The ANBU agent encouraged him.
He grit his teeth and thrust those coated fingers inside the space that squeezed them so tightly it nearly hurt. Who would have thought that an act like stabbing his digits into a hole relieved so much of the hurt and rejection he’d suffered all these years. Someone offering themselves to him was a gift he never thought he’d receive and the reality made him choke with gratitude.
“Ghh... ghhhh... ahhh...” he grunted at the same time his partner moaned sprawled across the table on his belly.
“Mmmn... c’mon... Wolf san,” gritted Iruka, running his fingers around the rim just inside. Shakily he pulled his fingers out and slid his hot rod along the crease of the other’s muscular backside. Hot and slick it already wept with liquid in anticipation of the banquet before him. He squeezed the tip in one hand while gripping the hips of the other teen under him. Two hands grabbed the other edge of the table for stability while Iruka played and teased.
Eyes still shaded by its fringe of silver hair peered up to him. “I know you want to put it in me, Iruka kun. Don’t stop now.”
Need building inside him Iruka let go of his length and positioned it at the small opening. He took ahold of the other’s slender hips and thrust inside. Muscles tightly squeezed him in a way that made him almost lose his mind. He had no idea it would feel this good or tight.
“Ghhhh... ahhh... Wolf san...”
“Ahhh, Iruka kun,” groaned the male beneath him. Iruka then slid his hands along the front of the Anbu, unfastening the armor so he could sneak a hand under and pull up the shirt. He managed to find the nubs and pinch them while balancing across the other’s back panting.
“That’s it... harder, harder Iruka kun,” the other male urged, using the table to give him the leverage to pull forward and push back. Bracing his hands on the table on either side of Wolf’s shoulders Iruka slammed in and out. Each thrust held years of pent up frustration and desire in it.
Unfortunately Iruka felt himself losing control and his knees shook. HIs head felt dizzy the instant everything exploded in a white light dancing in front of his eyes. So good, so good. He spilled into the core of the other’s body in hot spurts.
“Aww damn... I couldn’t... hold it...”
Unable to stand on his own feet Iruka collapsed across the ANBU’s back. A chuckle came from under him as the ANBU reached up a hand and touched his cheek. “Don’t worry Iruka kun. We’ve got all night.”
“I feel dizzy,” Iruka mumbled feeling the other squirm under him. Levered up he was then planted on a nearby chair and felt the other man sitting in his lap.
“Better?” asked the other, straddling his knees so their lengths brushed together. Around his knees he hitched his pants.
“Much, Wolf san,” Iruka answered, sighing in pleasure at the feel of the other man sitting there. The weight was comfortable and he wanted to bury himself up in the other as soon as he got his second wind. Around the other man he wrapped one arm and snaked his hand down towards the other male’s length to rub it.
Then and there it dawned on Iruka that he’d found a different sort of comfort he hadn’t anticipated. That in the arms of a lover enjoying very good coupling. Vastly different, but no less valid or wanted.
**
“Iruka sensei!” called out Naruto, waving a hand in front of his face.
Blinking at an impatient blonde, Iruka lifted his head and rubbed his eyes. “Sorry Naruto. I guess I drifted off.”
“You didn’t hear my question!” Naruto grumbled, glaring at him from in front of an empty ramen bowl.
Blushing deeply at the memories Iruka coughed. “You want another bowl?”
“Well that’d be great, but why’d you space out on me?” Naruto asked, frowning at him while Iruka waved Teuchi over to give Naruto another order of ramen.
Iruka gave his former student a sheepish smile. How could he excuse spacing out when his little brother figure needed a listening ear? “Well you feel left behind because the others are jonin and chunin, I thought maybe you could catch up with one of them and ask them for advice?”
The blonde narrowed his eyes at Iruka. “I guess that’s an idea, Iruka sensei, but I’m not gonna ask Kiba cause he’ll tease the heck out of me... and Shino’s just weird... and...”
“What about Shikamaru or Choji?” suggested Iruka, picking up his chopsticks again.
Another bowl of ramen appeared in front of Naruto who eagerly spoke thanks and dug into it. Slurping a mouthful of noodles Naruto mumbled, “But Shikamaru’s doing the chunin exams with Temari... so he’s probably busy.”
Iruka shrugged. “Even he needs a break now and again.”
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Chapter: 2
Author: StarbearerTM
Genre: Romance, hurt comfort.
Warnings: Male/male relationship, lemon
Rating: M
Parings: IrukaxKakashi, Iruka and Third Hokage friendship, Iruka and Naruto friendship.
Word count: 1711
Summary: When Naruto meets Iruka for Ramen after his 2 ½ years of training, Iruka remembers a father figure in his past, and another form of comfort he found in a masked ANBU agent with silver hair.
Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto created Naruto Shippuden, I didn’t. The manga/anime are owned by Shonen Jump and Viz. I make no money for the writing of this story.
**
Iruka’s eyes grew huge feeling himself trapped between solid muscle and solid wood. “N… now wait a minute…”
Arm binding Iruka to his front the agent toyed with the hair sticking out of Iruka’s ponytail. “Third Hokage doesn’t want you to be lonely anymore, Iruka kun, or me for that matter. So my mission is you tonight.”
A blush stained Iruka’s tanned skin in the darkness. “T… tonight? But… but… I’ve never…”
“I can take care of that. A Genin shouldn’t be a virgin if he can help it,” the figure continued, pulling the hair band out of Iruka’s hair so it dropped messily around his face. Against the other’s chest Iruka’s heaved up and down while his heart pounded mercilessly against his breastbone.
“But… but… this…”
“Don’t worry Iruka kun, I know what to do. It won’t hurt when I’m through with you,” the figure cooed from under the mask.
“W… wait… are you going to… in that mask?” Iruka stammered. “I know ANBU have to wear them at all times but if the Third Hokage ordered you to… um… I can’t do it with a guy wearing a mask.”
“Of course not,” mumbled the ANBU, reaching up with one hand to push his mask to the side at the same time trapping Iruka between himself and the counter. Once the ANBU revealed his face, Iruka gasped. Beneath the fringe of silver hair two eyes regarded him. One was black as the night, the other covered by a scar. But instead of a matching eye, a red iris with black markings in it shocked Iruka.
A sharingan. Was this an Uchiha?
Stranger yet the lower part of the boy’s face was covered by a mask over his mouth and nose. What ANBU wore a mask beneath a mask? Close to Iruka’s shoulder the face bobbed, inhaling the scent there like a real wolf would. Hot breath filtered through the mask hitting Iruka’s bare neck. He froze like a deer in headlights.
“W… wolf san, I don’t think I can do this… I…”
“You don’t know unless you try, Iruka kun. I’ll be gentle,” murmured the teen’s voice through black cloth. Already the fingers of one hand played with the fastenings on Iruka’s shirt.
“Wait a minute, what sort of person doesn’t give me a kiss?” Iruka spoke up, feeling irritation and resistance coming to the front. “And what partner slams me against a counter and ravages…”
A sharingan eye winked at him. “You’ve got some fire in you. The Hokage said you had the will of fire and I see it burns brightly. Good. All the better.”
Mustering his courage, Iruka freed one hand to brush through the silver hair and found it was just as soft to the touch as he imagined. Fear still pounded his heart to skip beats so instead of using his other hand to pull down the mask, Iruka used it to steady the ANBU’s head while he leaned forward. His uncertain lips contacted the smooth cloth searching for the other’s lips through it. A chaste kiss with only fabric in between still sent a jolt of desire through Iruka.
“Mmm, not bad, but I didn’t expect you to leave my mask alone.”
“I didn’t want to drop dead because removing an ANBU’s mask is forbidden,” Iruka countered, leaning his head on the other’s shoulder. He wasn’t sure why, if it was due to a genjutsu but he felt an irresistible pull to the other teen to get closer. Clawing at the ANBU uniform Iruka let out a choked sob and gripped the other to him. He slammed his lips over the clothed ones for a desperate kiss he longed to give someone but wasn’t sure who.
“Wait, wait a bit,” the ANBU chuckled, tugging the cloth down after he pushed Iruka away. For a split second Iruka caught a glimpse of the boy’s face before the kiss was renewed.
Oh, the feeling of wet lips on his mouth. Iruka forced his mouth harder into the kiss, clumsily thrusting his tongue into the other’s mouth anxious for response. He could feel his sobs welling up from his chest as he attacked the other’s mouth and gripped the ANBU’s head to keep it in place while he lifted one leg to lock around the agent’s waist and pull their fronts together.
Somehow they stumbled around in the kitchen till Iruka shoved the ANBU face down on the table. Surprised he met no resistance Iruka then grabbed at his own pants and undid them while he saw the ANBU hiking down his own. Not looking up or turning his head to him Wolf called out, “You want me, take me, Umino Iruka. But first let me kiss your hand.”
Puzzled, Iruka shoved his hand into the ANBU’s face and felt his fingers drawn into the other’s mouth. He moaned softly at the talented tongue licking his fingers and palm thoroughly. Soon Iruka’s hand was wet and slimy with the other’s spit and the ANBU glanced up with eyes shaded by his silver hair.
“Finger me, Umino Iruka,” he whispered. Sure enough Iruka noticed the tight opening presented to him and stared at it longingly.
“And then do what you want with me. You know you need it and so do I,” The ANBU agent encouraged him.
He grit his teeth and thrust those coated fingers inside the space that squeezed them so tightly it nearly hurt. Who would have thought that an act like stabbing his digits into a hole relieved so much of the hurt and rejection he’d suffered all these years. Someone offering themselves to him was a gift he never thought he’d receive and the reality made him choke with gratitude.
“Ghh... ghhhh... ahhh...” he grunted at the same time his partner moaned sprawled across the table on his belly.
“Mmmn... c’mon... Wolf san,” gritted Iruka, running his fingers around the rim just inside. Shakily he pulled his fingers out and slid his hot rod along the crease of the other’s muscular backside. Hot and slick it already wept with liquid in anticipation of the banquet before him. He squeezed the tip in one hand while gripping the hips of the other teen under him. Two hands grabbed the other edge of the table for stability while Iruka played and teased.
Eyes still shaded by its fringe of silver hair peered up to him. “I know you want to put it in me, Iruka kun. Don’t stop now.”
Need building inside him Iruka let go of his length and positioned it at the small opening. He took ahold of the other’s slender hips and thrust inside. Muscles tightly squeezed him in a way that made him almost lose his mind. He had no idea it would feel this good or tight.
“Ghhhh... ahhh... Wolf san...”
“Ahhh, Iruka kun,” groaned the male beneath him. Iruka then slid his hands along the front of the Anbu, unfastening the armor so he could sneak a hand under and pull up the shirt. He managed to find the nubs and pinch them while balancing across the other’s back panting.
“That’s it... harder, harder Iruka kun,” the other male urged, using the table to give him the leverage to pull forward and push back. Bracing his hands on the table on either side of Wolf’s shoulders Iruka slammed in and out. Each thrust held years of pent up frustration and desire in it.
Unfortunately Iruka felt himself losing control and his knees shook. HIs head felt dizzy the instant everything exploded in a white light dancing in front of his eyes. So good, so good. He spilled into the core of the other’s body in hot spurts.
“Aww damn... I couldn’t... hold it...”
Unable to stand on his own feet Iruka collapsed across the ANBU’s back. A chuckle came from under him as the ANBU reached up a hand and touched his cheek. “Don’t worry Iruka kun. We’ve got all night.”
“I feel dizzy,” Iruka mumbled feeling the other squirm under him. Levered up he was then planted on a nearby chair and felt the other man sitting in his lap.
“Better?” asked the other, straddling his knees so their lengths brushed together. Around his knees he hitched his pants.
“Much, Wolf san,” Iruka answered, sighing in pleasure at the feel of the other man sitting there. The weight was comfortable and he wanted to bury himself up in the other as soon as he got his second wind. Around the other man he wrapped one arm and snaked his hand down towards the other male’s length to rub it.
Then and there it dawned on Iruka that he’d found a different sort of comfort he hadn’t anticipated. That in the arms of a lover enjoying very good coupling. Vastly different, but no less valid or wanted.
**
“Iruka sensei!” called out Naruto, waving a hand in front of his face.
Blinking at an impatient blonde, Iruka lifted his head and rubbed his eyes. “Sorry Naruto. I guess I drifted off.”
“You didn’t hear my question!” Naruto grumbled, glaring at him from in front of an empty ramen bowl.
Blushing deeply at the memories Iruka coughed. “You want another bowl?”
“Well that’d be great, but why’d you space out on me?” Naruto asked, frowning at him while Iruka waved Teuchi over to give Naruto another order of ramen.
Iruka gave his former student a sheepish smile. How could he excuse spacing out when his little brother figure needed a listening ear? “Well you feel left behind because the others are jonin and chunin, I thought maybe you could catch up with one of them and ask them for advice?”
The blonde narrowed his eyes at Iruka. “I guess that’s an idea, Iruka sensei, but I’m not gonna ask Kiba cause he’ll tease the heck out of me... and Shino’s just weird... and...”
“What about Shikamaru or Choji?” suggested Iruka, picking up his chopsticks again.
Another bowl of ramen appeared in front of Naruto who eagerly spoke thanks and dug into it. Slurping a mouthful of noodles Naruto mumbled, “But Shikamaru’s doing the chunin exams with Temari... so he’s probably busy.”
Iruka shrugged. “Even he needs a break now and again.”
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