naruto fic: The Colour of Virtue, part three
The Colour of Virtue | Adult | ~12000 completed
Summary: When a high class courtesan witnesses a murder, Iruka’s mission is to take his place until the murderer can be found and brought to justice. Playing prostitute couldn’t go more wrong: he’s pawed by perverted old men, he can’t identify the suspect, and his contact-the only one who knows why he’s in the brothel-is killed. Someone has to get him out of there-without breaking his cover.
Notes: Inspired by demondream’s unnamed whore!Iruka fic (that she should really continue).
Blushing is the colour of virtue
-Diogenes
read: part one | part two
Part Three
It must be serious if she sent Kakashi.
Iruka kept telling himself that as he lay on the tiny futon in his tiny room trying to find sleep. He was warm from the bath and pleasantly hazy from the sake. But his mind was spinning.
After he’d bathed Kakashi-I bathed Kakashi-Kakashi had walked him back to his room and pushed inside, pushing Iruka down-again-and biting his neck hard. He’d snickered as Iruka arched, grasping his shoulders hard, and moaned brokenly.
“Nice,” he’d said, his voice laced with satisfaction. “I’ll ask for you on my next visit. Wear the orange. It’s auspicious.” And then he’d left.
Iruka huffed and rolled over. Of all the people to come after him, why the notorious Copy Ninja? Iruka had heard stories. He was nearly as worried about Kakashi as he was the clients.
Of course, Genma had told him the stories, so, he didn’t know if he should believe them. Genma had been making indecent proposals to him for years now.
But he’d heard things from others too, whispers and rumours that Kakashi’s tastes were outside the norm. Tantalising-no, I didn’t just think that-tales of illicit mission sex and late night rendezvous circled around a lot of jounin, but Kakashi stood out. He seemed so untouchable and distant that Iruka figured he’d be impervious to such desires.
If Kakashi hadn’t been all over Iruka, nipping at his neck, hands and fingers touching whatever they could, Iruka might still believe that.
As it was, he knew now that the ninja who had killed Rikuto-sama was a very dangerous ninja. Sending Kakashi was a testament to that. Iruka might have imagined a dramatic scene of ANBU infiltrating the building and escorting him out, but the thrill of that was tempered by the realisation that Yumiko was still in serious danger.
He also realised that his mission was nowhere near complete and that Kakashi was coming back for more.
The door slammed open and Iruka jumped as two guards stepped inside without warning. “Haru-sama wants you, come on.”
Wearily he rose and followed the taller guard. The guard following him was short but beefy. As they waited at Haru’s office door, the guard let his hand run slowly down Iruka’s spine. He shivered despite himself and the guard laughed.
At Haru’s coarse yell, the guard pushed Iruka through the door. “Get in there,” he muttered.
“Yumi,” Haru drawled as he entered. “You’ve lucked up haven’t you? That handsome man has been very busy with you.”
“He said he was returning to court, sir, I’m sure its nothing,” Iruka demurred. Haru didn’t like it when he had regular clients, Yumiko had told Iruka. Unless they were cruel or old, he was jealous.
“Oh no, Yumi. He’s coming back already. Tonight. Such a quick return to you. But he’s suspicious. I don’t recognise his face. And I can’t find him in our records.” Haru frowned as he pondered, then looked closely at Iruka. “Did he say anything unseemly?”
“No, sir. He was very… ah, virile. As you said.” Iruka blushed, certain Yumiko would never blush at such a thing.
Haru seemed disappointed. “Wear the blue kimono tonight. And find out where he’s from. If he knows Rikuto. And wear him out. I’ll be up to dress you shortly.” He dismissed Iruka with a wave of his hand.
“A-about Rikuto-sama sir, I just wonder-”
“You wonder what?” Haru asked. His voice was dangerous.
“I… I just worry for the brothel, sir.”
“You just worry about your own ass, don’t you? Worried that Kenta might sacrifice you after all?”
Damn it, who is Kenta? And where? Just how involved is Haru? He might have organised the whole thing.
“No sir, he’s, ah…”
Haru broke in before he could continue. “I know you were the one sending messages out, Yumiko. You think your lover will save you?” Haru laughed. His voice was squeaky and disconcerting. Iruka was reminded of ducks.
“You were favoured here before, but things are changing, have changed. Perhaps I should let the guards demonstrate just how much?”
Iruka knew he couldn’t take on the two guards in the room. They both probably had a little ninja training, and there were two more outside the door. All told, they were probably at a genin level, but that wasn’t the problem. He could take four genin-even in a kimono. The problem was that they would alert other guards and he would quickly be outnumbered. He was supposed to be a prostitute anyway. Any show that he wasn’t would compromise Yumiko.
Iruka drew back and feigned fear. He jumped as the door slid opened.
Haru huffed as one of the servers came in and the leering guards backed off.
“Haru-sama, that noble is here. He’s asking for Yumiko.”
Haru frowned. “Don’t screw up, Yumi-chan. You’re not irreplaceable.”
As Iruka walked away Haru called out in his horrible sing-song voice, “Oh and Yumi-chan? We’re be keeping a close eye on you, so don’t plan any lover’s trysts,” he said with a sneer. “Kenta-sama would be jealous.”
“Yes sir,” he said demurely, leaving the room, hearing the snickers behind his back and feeling the perverted gazes. Haru-sama could have arranged it all, but just to run a brothel? He couldn’t clear his mind.
In moments an attendant barged into his room and helped him into the blue kimono. It was a royal blue, with a spray of trees that looked like flames of red-orange circling the lower third of the length. Leaves scattered over the left sleeve and across his upper back. It was attractive, but he looked rather plain in it.
Iruka imagined Yumiko made the kimono stunning.
It was nearly half an hour later that he came downstairs and made his way to the corner where Kakashi was seated. He knew he was being watched and forced a smile as he approached.
“I thought I asked you to wear the orange kimono, Yumiko?” Kakashi’s smile didn’t reach his eye. He stared at Iruka as if trying to read his mind. “I don’t like being disobeyed.”
Iruka had only a moment to inhale before Haru was by his side, fingers digging into his arm. “My pardon, good sir, is your companion tonight causing trouble? We can have him replaced. Shall I bring you something better?”
Haru’s ingratiating tone grated on Iruka’s ears. He’s the one who said… “But Haru-sama, you told me-”
“Quiet, whore!” Suddenly, Haru-sama’s voice was a low, growl, not his typical smarminess in front of clients. Iruka was stunned for a moment. “I’ll deal with you later.”
“Yumiko is fine. He just doesn’t listen well. I don’t want a replacement.” Kakashi’s voice was composed and steely. “But I would like the sake I had last week.”
Haru looked flustered for a moment, but finally bowed. “Of course, sir, and, how shall I address you tonight?” Haru’s toadying had been ridiculous from the start, but Iruka realised it was all an act.
“Call me Souta,” Kakashi said casually.
“Of course, Souta-sama, yes, yes.” Haru sounded relieved. “Let me know if you have any other problems with Yumiko.” He gave Iruka a sharp glare before walking away.
Iruka watched him, unsettled and bemused.
Kakashi’s gentle cough got his attention and he turned, folding gracefully to the floor. He bowed his head where he sat, hands caught in the deep sleeves on his kimono.
“I apologise, S-Souta-sama. I didn’t mean to displease you.”
Kakashi leaned forward, touching Iruka’s chin and lifting his head. “You don’t displease me, Mi-chan. You surprise me.” His head tilted to the side as he examined Iruka, fingers still holding his chin. “You surprise me a lot,” he murmured.
Iruka blinked, finding himself surprised as well. Sometimes Kakashi’s way of speaking in code was far too cryptic, but he also thought that Kakashi’s peculiar sense of humour made its way into his code and that was why Iruka was completely lost to understanding it.
“You’re surprised of what?” he asked, wary of Kakashi’s motives. After all, no one would make Kakashi play the part of a prostitute now would they?
“No proverbs today, Yumiko?”
Oh. Iruka blinked, closing his eyes for a moment. “Why yes, actually. One I read only recently. ‘Most men are within a finger’s breadth of being mad.’ Considering my boss and my clients, it’s especially apt.”
Kakashi’s mouth twisted in a grin. He rubbed his thumb over Iruka’s lips and leaned back. “Are you calling me mad, Mi-chan?”
Iruka sat back as the sake was delivered-not, he noticed, by Haru-sama-and frowned. “No, of course I’m not, I’m just-”
“I read a work recently myself.” Kakashi interrupted. “Of particular interest was a passage which began ‘No man is hurt but by himself.’ Apt for you as well?”
Iruka poured a cup of sake and pushed it toward Kakashi. “I’m not sure I understand.” He was really starting to get irritated at this coded way of speaking. Kakashi seemed to put a double meaning to everything.
Kakashi drank and looked up at Iruka as he sat the cup down. “Do you like pain, Yumiko?”
Iruka blanched and stared at Kakashi. “N-no.”
“Have some sake. And drink deep, Mi-chan. You’ll want it tonight.”
Kakashi’s visit went surprisingly fast, though Iruka was sure his nerves, set-off by the casual question about pain, contributed. After the sake, Iruka brought Kakashi back to his room. Within moments, he secured Iruka to a beam in the ceiling after pulling out a length of thin, soft rope from his robe.
He carefully undressed Iruka, down to his fundoshi again-he grinned at Iruka, whispering ‘Nice,’-before working the ropes around him. Kakashi moved around him, looping and tightening ropes and spoke casually, telling him rambling anecdotes that Iruka couldn’t tell if he was making up on the spot or not.
Leading forward with a seductive smile, he slid one hand down Iruka’s back, adding, “I’ll be back soon, so don’t forget me.” He grinned when Iruka shivered, arching against the touch.
He was quiet then, hands working fast as he moved the rope across Iruka’s body. Iruka could feel his heart pounding. He didn’t know what Kakashi was going to do and that unnerved him. He gasped as he felt himself elevated helplessly. Kakashi bent his legs back and Iruka could feel the ropes around his ankles. When he felt the rope sliding around his throat, he tried to protest.
“I don’t think-”
Kakashi pushed Iruka gently and Iruka felt light-headed as he swung gently, back and forth. He also felt like an idiot.
“Relax, Mi-chan.” He leaned forward and kissed Iruka and Iruka had the craziest notion that he wished his arms were free.
Kakashi let go and set Iruka swinging again while circling and touching Iruka far more than necessary, humming as he went. The whole scenario was enough to have bored Haru ages ago, if he really was watching.
Kakashi was just enjoying himself.
If this goes into his report…
He twitched when Kakashi touched a spot on his back and as he pulled his legs, he felt the rope around his throat pull tight. He gasped and relaxed.
“See what happens when you’re tense?” Kakashi smiled again and Iruka was struck by just how much Kakashi was enjoying himself.
At my expense!
Really, thought Iruka. While I expected a dramatic end to this mission, I didn’t imagine being tied up and molested by the Copy Ninja.
On Kakashi’s third visit, sooner than he’d expected, Iruka was tense. Kakashi was walked up to his room by a guard who winked as Iruka stood to greet them.
“Why don’t I help you into something more suitable for the baths, Souta-sama?”
Kakashi tilted his head as he studied Iruka’s face. “No proper greeting? You just tell me what to do when I arrive?”
Iruka felt an insistent thump in his chest. “N-no, I just thought, after your travel…” he trailed off, confused. He didn’t like these games Kakashi was playing.
“Ah, well, that’s a good point. Yes, let’s bathe. Can you walk on my back? I have this spot,” he said, arching back and supporting his back with his right hand. “It’s just really tense. Probably from riding. I’m so out of shape! Typical noble, no doubt.”
Kakashi’s laugh was loud and nasal and Iruka had to bit his tongue not to laugh.
“Of course, sir, whatever you need,” he murmured. At least in the baths, they had some privacy.
He pulled a thin blue yukata out for Kakashi and then disrobed.
Kakashi helped him out it, muttering about the plainness of his yukata. “I hope no one sees me in this.”
Once again, Iruka walked to the baths clad only in fundoshi.
Kakashi stretched out on a mat and directed Iruka to his back. “You can use a little chakra. Just keep it to below half of what you’d use for a basic instructional Genjutsu. Otherwise…”
“Otherwise what? Guards come running?” He felt a little funny saying it, but he was suddenly certain that Kakashi was the shinobi that Yumiko had spoken of.
Kakashi raised his head and looked at Iruka innocently. “Oh, well, probably.”
Iruka shifted, suddenly uneasy and stepped gently onto Kakashi’s back. I’m not jealous. That’s irrational. Licentious or not, this is a mission. Interesting company or not, this is a mission. Sex or not, damnit-
“Can you be a little more gentle?” gasped Kakashi.
Guiltily, he softened his step. Maybe Kakashi really did have something bothering his back. His satisfied moans seemed to attest as well. Iruka tried to focus.
“Oh right there, ye-ess,” Kakashi moaned. Iruka thought it was as put on as it was genuine. He peeled Kakashi up from the floor and they climbed into the outdoor hot baths.
Once they were in the water, as close as possible to the streams of water trickling down the rocks for extra privacy, Kakashi began grilling him.
“Have you seen him?”
“No, but Haru speaks about him like I should know who he is. He‘s probably the one.”
Kakashi nodded, eye on the bushes surrounding them. “Are you still… okay?”
Iruka looked at him before answering, but Kakashi’s gaze was still distant. Iruka knew he was scanning to keep their privacy, but he sort of wished Kakashi would look him in the face for that answer.
“Yes.”
“You look really hot in a kimono.”
Iruka couldn’t help himself; he cuffed Kakashi on his ear.
“Hey! Blind side! How could you hit noble Souta-sama? I was giving you a compliment.”
Iruka snorted and leaned back, trying to relax. “I have a quote for you,” he said quietly.
“Oh?” At the sudden serious turn, Kakashi turned to face him, one eyebrow raised.
Iruka couldn’t look him in the eye, but he forced his head up anyway, and looked at Kakashi’s cheek as he spoke. “‘We have two ears and one tongue so that we would listen more and talk less.’”
Kakashi’s other eyebrow rose to match. “They’re going to listen?”
Iruka nodded. “I’m supposed to find out about you, so why don’t you tell me about Souta-sama?”
Kakashi gave a brief chuckle and smiled self-consciously at Iruka. “You want to know about me, Mi-chan? It’s a boring story. I’m a very important noble that everyone seems to think they know. Truthfully, I’m so very lonely. I’m just waiting for my chance to retire from the Daimyo’s service and maybe settle down with an innocent farm girl.” He sighed theatrically.
Iruka stared at him round-eyed. “A farm girl?”
“Oh yeah, those snobs at court?” Kakashi shook his head mournfully. “Not my type at all.”
“What is your type?” asked Iruka quietly.
“An innocent farm girl. I just said.”
Iruka frowned and moved away in the water to another spot and stretched. I should have known better.
“Yumiko?” Kakashi was too good for slip-ups. Apparently he rarely used the courtesan’s name. Iruka couldn’t figure out why he kept calling him Mi-chan. Surely that was a pet name. Was he trying to convince himself?
He reached out to caress Iruka’s shoulder. “Ah, don’t be sad,, I’ll visit you again soon. You’ll barely notice until I return.”
Iruka jerked away and rose from the water. “I think you’ve overstayed your time, Souta-sama.” He moved to leave the spacious pool, but startled when Kakashi’s wet arm snaked around his leg, fingers tapping at his inner thigh.
“We’re not done yet, Mi-chan,” he said pointedly. “Help me dry off and we’ll go to your room,” he murmured, heated gaze following the line of Iruka’s backside up to his shoulders and then to his face.
Iruka felt his heart thump weakly, then pound rapidly. ‘We’ll be keeping a close eye on you tonight.’ They really were watching this time.
Iruka was going to have to perform or risk breaking his cover.
It didn’t help that Kakashi seemed far, far too eager for this.
I am so sick of headaches and migraines! Last night a horrible one struck--all I ate for dinner was two containers of applesauce since I was afraid anything would make me sick--but I took my Treximet and within just a few hours it was quite gone. I wrote about 2000 words on a sidestory to a short story (the sidestory is inspired by Yumiko!) and went to bed at midnight. I was a total migraine zombie today and after a day of groggy dullness, my head is already hurting again.
I'm watching History of Sex on History International and I'm quite in love with the Victorian porn postcards, those chicks are gorgeous.
Well, back to the ninja brothel. Next chatper just needs one scene completed and it'll be read. An important scene. ^_~
Summary: When a high class courtesan witnesses a murder, Iruka’s mission is to take his place until the murderer can be found and brought to justice. Playing prostitute couldn’t go more wrong: he’s pawed by perverted old men, he can’t identify the suspect, and his contact-the only one who knows why he’s in the brothel-is killed. Someone has to get him out of there-without breaking his cover.
Notes: Inspired by demondream’s unnamed whore!Iruka fic (that she should really continue).
Blushing is the colour of virtue
-Diogenes
read: part one | part two
Part Three
It must be serious if she sent Kakashi.
Iruka kept telling himself that as he lay on the tiny futon in his tiny room trying to find sleep. He was warm from the bath and pleasantly hazy from the sake. But his mind was spinning.
After he’d bathed Kakashi-I bathed Kakashi-Kakashi had walked him back to his room and pushed inside, pushing Iruka down-again-and biting his neck hard. He’d snickered as Iruka arched, grasping his shoulders hard, and moaned brokenly.
“Nice,” he’d said, his voice laced with satisfaction. “I’ll ask for you on my next visit. Wear the orange. It’s auspicious.” And then he’d left.
Iruka huffed and rolled over. Of all the people to come after him, why the notorious Copy Ninja? Iruka had heard stories. He was nearly as worried about Kakashi as he was the clients.
Of course, Genma had told him the stories, so, he didn’t know if he should believe them. Genma had been making indecent proposals to him for years now.
But he’d heard things from others too, whispers and rumours that Kakashi’s tastes were outside the norm. Tantalising-no, I didn’t just think that-tales of illicit mission sex and late night rendezvous circled around a lot of jounin, but Kakashi stood out. He seemed so untouchable and distant that Iruka figured he’d be impervious to such desires.
If Kakashi hadn’t been all over Iruka, nipping at his neck, hands and fingers touching whatever they could, Iruka might still believe that.
As it was, he knew now that the ninja who had killed Rikuto-sama was a very dangerous ninja. Sending Kakashi was a testament to that. Iruka might have imagined a dramatic scene of ANBU infiltrating the building and escorting him out, but the thrill of that was tempered by the realisation that Yumiko was still in serious danger.
He also realised that his mission was nowhere near complete and that Kakashi was coming back for more.
The door slammed open and Iruka jumped as two guards stepped inside without warning. “Haru-sama wants you, come on.”
Wearily he rose and followed the taller guard. The guard following him was short but beefy. As they waited at Haru’s office door, the guard let his hand run slowly down Iruka’s spine. He shivered despite himself and the guard laughed.
At Haru’s coarse yell, the guard pushed Iruka through the door. “Get in there,” he muttered.
“Yumi,” Haru drawled as he entered. “You’ve lucked up haven’t you? That handsome man has been very busy with you.”
“He said he was returning to court, sir, I’m sure its nothing,” Iruka demurred. Haru didn’t like it when he had regular clients, Yumiko had told Iruka. Unless they were cruel or old, he was jealous.
“Oh no, Yumi. He’s coming back already. Tonight. Such a quick return to you. But he’s suspicious. I don’t recognise his face. And I can’t find him in our records.” Haru frowned as he pondered, then looked closely at Iruka. “Did he say anything unseemly?”
“No, sir. He was very… ah, virile. As you said.” Iruka blushed, certain Yumiko would never blush at such a thing.
Haru seemed disappointed. “Wear the blue kimono tonight. And find out where he’s from. If he knows Rikuto. And wear him out. I’ll be up to dress you shortly.” He dismissed Iruka with a wave of his hand.
“A-about Rikuto-sama sir, I just wonder-”
“You wonder what?” Haru asked. His voice was dangerous.
“I… I just worry for the brothel, sir.”
“You just worry about your own ass, don’t you? Worried that Kenta might sacrifice you after all?”
Damn it, who is Kenta? And where? Just how involved is Haru? He might have organised the whole thing.
“No sir, he’s, ah…”
Haru broke in before he could continue. “I know you were the one sending messages out, Yumiko. You think your lover will save you?” Haru laughed. His voice was squeaky and disconcerting. Iruka was reminded of ducks.
“You were favoured here before, but things are changing, have changed. Perhaps I should let the guards demonstrate just how much?”
Iruka knew he couldn’t take on the two guards in the room. They both probably had a little ninja training, and there were two more outside the door. All told, they were probably at a genin level, but that wasn’t the problem. He could take four genin-even in a kimono. The problem was that they would alert other guards and he would quickly be outnumbered. He was supposed to be a prostitute anyway. Any show that he wasn’t would compromise Yumiko.
Iruka drew back and feigned fear. He jumped as the door slid opened.
Haru huffed as one of the servers came in and the leering guards backed off.
“Haru-sama, that noble is here. He’s asking for Yumiko.”
Haru frowned. “Don’t screw up, Yumi-chan. You’re not irreplaceable.”
As Iruka walked away Haru called out in his horrible sing-song voice, “Oh and Yumi-chan? We’re be keeping a close eye on you, so don’t plan any lover’s trysts,” he said with a sneer. “Kenta-sama would be jealous.”
“Yes sir,” he said demurely, leaving the room, hearing the snickers behind his back and feeling the perverted gazes. Haru-sama could have arranged it all, but just to run a brothel? He couldn’t clear his mind.
In moments an attendant barged into his room and helped him into the blue kimono. It was a royal blue, with a spray of trees that looked like flames of red-orange circling the lower third of the length. Leaves scattered over the left sleeve and across his upper back. It was attractive, but he looked rather plain in it.
Iruka imagined Yumiko made the kimono stunning.
It was nearly half an hour later that he came downstairs and made his way to the corner where Kakashi was seated. He knew he was being watched and forced a smile as he approached.
“I thought I asked you to wear the orange kimono, Yumiko?” Kakashi’s smile didn’t reach his eye. He stared at Iruka as if trying to read his mind. “I don’t like being disobeyed.”
Iruka had only a moment to inhale before Haru was by his side, fingers digging into his arm. “My pardon, good sir, is your companion tonight causing trouble? We can have him replaced. Shall I bring you something better?”
Haru’s ingratiating tone grated on Iruka’s ears. He’s the one who said… “But Haru-sama, you told me-”
“Quiet, whore!” Suddenly, Haru-sama’s voice was a low, growl, not his typical smarminess in front of clients. Iruka was stunned for a moment. “I’ll deal with you later.”
“Yumiko is fine. He just doesn’t listen well. I don’t want a replacement.” Kakashi’s voice was composed and steely. “But I would like the sake I had last week.”
Haru looked flustered for a moment, but finally bowed. “Of course, sir, and, how shall I address you tonight?” Haru’s toadying had been ridiculous from the start, but Iruka realised it was all an act.
“Call me Souta,” Kakashi said casually.
“Of course, Souta-sama, yes, yes.” Haru sounded relieved. “Let me know if you have any other problems with Yumiko.” He gave Iruka a sharp glare before walking away.
Iruka watched him, unsettled and bemused.
Kakashi’s gentle cough got his attention and he turned, folding gracefully to the floor. He bowed his head where he sat, hands caught in the deep sleeves on his kimono.
“I apologise, S-Souta-sama. I didn’t mean to displease you.”
Kakashi leaned forward, touching Iruka’s chin and lifting his head. “You don’t displease me, Mi-chan. You surprise me.” His head tilted to the side as he examined Iruka, fingers still holding his chin. “You surprise me a lot,” he murmured.
Iruka blinked, finding himself surprised as well. Sometimes Kakashi’s way of speaking in code was far too cryptic, but he also thought that Kakashi’s peculiar sense of humour made its way into his code and that was why Iruka was completely lost to understanding it.
“You’re surprised of what?” he asked, wary of Kakashi’s motives. After all, no one would make Kakashi play the part of a prostitute now would they?
“No proverbs today, Yumiko?”
Oh. Iruka blinked, closing his eyes for a moment. “Why yes, actually. One I read only recently. ‘Most men are within a finger’s breadth of being mad.’ Considering my boss and my clients, it’s especially apt.”
Kakashi’s mouth twisted in a grin. He rubbed his thumb over Iruka’s lips and leaned back. “Are you calling me mad, Mi-chan?”
Iruka sat back as the sake was delivered-not, he noticed, by Haru-sama-and frowned. “No, of course I’m not, I’m just-”
“I read a work recently myself.” Kakashi interrupted. “Of particular interest was a passage which began ‘No man is hurt but by himself.’ Apt for you as well?”
Iruka poured a cup of sake and pushed it toward Kakashi. “I’m not sure I understand.” He was really starting to get irritated at this coded way of speaking. Kakashi seemed to put a double meaning to everything.
Kakashi drank and looked up at Iruka as he sat the cup down. “Do you like pain, Yumiko?”
Iruka blanched and stared at Kakashi. “N-no.”
“Have some sake. And drink deep, Mi-chan. You’ll want it tonight.”
Kakashi’s visit went surprisingly fast, though Iruka was sure his nerves, set-off by the casual question about pain, contributed. After the sake, Iruka brought Kakashi back to his room. Within moments, he secured Iruka to a beam in the ceiling after pulling out a length of thin, soft rope from his robe.
He carefully undressed Iruka, down to his fundoshi again-he grinned at Iruka, whispering ‘Nice,’-before working the ropes around him. Kakashi moved around him, looping and tightening ropes and spoke casually, telling him rambling anecdotes that Iruka couldn’t tell if he was making up on the spot or not.
Leading forward with a seductive smile, he slid one hand down Iruka’s back, adding, “I’ll be back soon, so don’t forget me.” He grinned when Iruka shivered, arching against the touch.
He was quiet then, hands working fast as he moved the rope across Iruka’s body. Iruka could feel his heart pounding. He didn’t know what Kakashi was going to do and that unnerved him. He gasped as he felt himself elevated helplessly. Kakashi bent his legs back and Iruka could feel the ropes around his ankles. When he felt the rope sliding around his throat, he tried to protest.
“I don’t think-”
Kakashi pushed Iruka gently and Iruka felt light-headed as he swung gently, back and forth. He also felt like an idiot.
“Relax, Mi-chan.” He leaned forward and kissed Iruka and Iruka had the craziest notion that he wished his arms were free.
Kakashi let go and set Iruka swinging again while circling and touching Iruka far more than necessary, humming as he went. The whole scenario was enough to have bored Haru ages ago, if he really was watching.
Kakashi was just enjoying himself.
If this goes into his report…
He twitched when Kakashi touched a spot on his back and as he pulled his legs, he felt the rope around his throat pull tight. He gasped and relaxed.
“See what happens when you’re tense?” Kakashi smiled again and Iruka was struck by just how much Kakashi was enjoying himself.
At my expense!
Really, thought Iruka. While I expected a dramatic end to this mission, I didn’t imagine being tied up and molested by the Copy Ninja.
On Kakashi’s third visit, sooner than he’d expected, Iruka was tense. Kakashi was walked up to his room by a guard who winked as Iruka stood to greet them.
“Why don’t I help you into something more suitable for the baths, Souta-sama?”
Kakashi tilted his head as he studied Iruka’s face. “No proper greeting? You just tell me what to do when I arrive?”
Iruka felt an insistent thump in his chest. “N-no, I just thought, after your travel…” he trailed off, confused. He didn’t like these games Kakashi was playing.
“Ah, well, that’s a good point. Yes, let’s bathe. Can you walk on my back? I have this spot,” he said, arching back and supporting his back with his right hand. “It’s just really tense. Probably from riding. I’m so out of shape! Typical noble, no doubt.”
Kakashi’s laugh was loud and nasal and Iruka had to bit his tongue not to laugh.
“Of course, sir, whatever you need,” he murmured. At least in the baths, they had some privacy.
He pulled a thin blue yukata out for Kakashi and then disrobed.
Kakashi helped him out it, muttering about the plainness of his yukata. “I hope no one sees me in this.”
Once again, Iruka walked to the baths clad only in fundoshi.
Kakashi stretched out on a mat and directed Iruka to his back. “You can use a little chakra. Just keep it to below half of what you’d use for a basic instructional Genjutsu. Otherwise…”
“Otherwise what? Guards come running?” He felt a little funny saying it, but he was suddenly certain that Kakashi was the shinobi that Yumiko had spoken of.
Kakashi raised his head and looked at Iruka innocently. “Oh, well, probably.”
Iruka shifted, suddenly uneasy and stepped gently onto Kakashi’s back. I’m not jealous. That’s irrational. Licentious or not, this is a mission. Interesting company or not, this is a mission. Sex or not, damnit-
“Can you be a little more gentle?” gasped Kakashi.
Guiltily, he softened his step. Maybe Kakashi really did have something bothering his back. His satisfied moans seemed to attest as well. Iruka tried to focus.
“Oh right there, ye-ess,” Kakashi moaned. Iruka thought it was as put on as it was genuine. He peeled Kakashi up from the floor and they climbed into the outdoor hot baths.
Once they were in the water, as close as possible to the streams of water trickling down the rocks for extra privacy, Kakashi began grilling him.
“Have you seen him?”
“No, but Haru speaks about him like I should know who he is. He‘s probably the one.”
Kakashi nodded, eye on the bushes surrounding them. “Are you still… okay?”
Iruka looked at him before answering, but Kakashi’s gaze was still distant. Iruka knew he was scanning to keep their privacy, but he sort of wished Kakashi would look him in the face for that answer.
“Yes.”
“You look really hot in a kimono.”
Iruka couldn’t help himself; he cuffed Kakashi on his ear.
“Hey! Blind side! How could you hit noble Souta-sama? I was giving you a compliment.”
Iruka snorted and leaned back, trying to relax. “I have a quote for you,” he said quietly.
“Oh?” At the sudden serious turn, Kakashi turned to face him, one eyebrow raised.
Iruka couldn’t look him in the eye, but he forced his head up anyway, and looked at Kakashi’s cheek as he spoke. “‘We have two ears and one tongue so that we would listen more and talk less.’”
Kakashi’s other eyebrow rose to match. “They’re going to listen?”
Iruka nodded. “I’m supposed to find out about you, so why don’t you tell me about Souta-sama?”
Kakashi gave a brief chuckle and smiled self-consciously at Iruka. “You want to know about me, Mi-chan? It’s a boring story. I’m a very important noble that everyone seems to think they know. Truthfully, I’m so very lonely. I’m just waiting for my chance to retire from the Daimyo’s service and maybe settle down with an innocent farm girl.” He sighed theatrically.
Iruka stared at him round-eyed. “A farm girl?”
“Oh yeah, those snobs at court?” Kakashi shook his head mournfully. “Not my type at all.”
“What is your type?” asked Iruka quietly.
“An innocent farm girl. I just said.”
Iruka frowned and moved away in the water to another spot and stretched. I should have known better.
“Yumiko?” Kakashi was too good for slip-ups. Apparently he rarely used the courtesan’s name. Iruka couldn’t figure out why he kept calling him Mi-chan. Surely that was a pet name. Was he trying to convince himself?
He reached out to caress Iruka’s shoulder. “Ah, don’t be sad,, I’ll visit you again soon. You’ll barely notice until I return.”
Iruka jerked away and rose from the water. “I think you’ve overstayed your time, Souta-sama.” He moved to leave the spacious pool, but startled when Kakashi’s wet arm snaked around his leg, fingers tapping at his inner thigh.
“We’re not done yet, Mi-chan,” he said pointedly. “Help me dry off and we’ll go to your room,” he murmured, heated gaze following the line of Iruka’s backside up to his shoulders and then to his face.
Iruka felt his heart thump weakly, then pound rapidly. ‘We’ll be keeping a close eye on you tonight.’ They really were watching this time.
Iruka was going to have to perform or risk breaking his cover.
It didn’t help that Kakashi seemed far, far too eager for this.
I am so sick of headaches and migraines! Last night a horrible one struck--all I ate for dinner was two containers of applesauce since I was afraid anything would make me sick--but I took my Treximet and within just a few hours it was quite gone. I wrote about 2000 words on a sidestory to a short story (the sidestory is inspired by Yumiko!) and went to bed at midnight. I was a total migraine zombie today and after a day of groggy dullness, my head is already hurting again.
I'm watching History of Sex on History International and I'm quite in love with the Victorian porn postcards, those chicks are gorgeous.
Well, back to the ninja brothel. Next chatper just needs one scene completed and it'll be read. An important scene. ^_~