fanfiction - Naruto - Rewrite (challenge)
The prompt - "Kinky Kakairu, with playful!Prankster!Iruka with spanking. -sonotgoingthere" I think the best thing about these requests and the KakaIru community is that I'm getting to write some top notch dom-Iruka. I don't get to do that often enough.
Author: Lily Kalanoa
Story: Rewrite
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my laptop, which put me into significant debt. All characters and series belong to their respective creators, I just like to torture them, heh heh.
And this is the link if anyone else out there wants a request.
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Kakashi sighed slightly, watching as his team struggled with what he considered to be rudimentary training routines. He watched as Sakura mooned over Sasuke, as the dark-haired boy ignored her, as Naruto fell, again, got back up and then fell again. At least they were trying, he reasoned, pulling out his Icha Icha to help pass the time. He looked at the book with half an eye, still watching his wards while he browsed the familiar . . .
Kakashi blinked and traced back to the beginning of the page, skimming over it again. Aki going through the woods, finding a small cottage. Being greeted by the farmer’s daughters and invited to stay for dinner. Sitting down in the desk and looking up at - wait, that’s where it changed. Kakashi glanced back at his students to make sure they were all right and then focused most of his attention on the bbok, lifting it a bit higher. The copy ninja took a quick moment to check the spine of the book and the glue securing the pages, but he could see nothing out of the ordinary. There was no illusion on the thing, nothing strange except the unfamiliar words.
The hero took his seat at the desk, hands fidgeting nervously above the rough wood. He was alone in the room, but knew that wouldn’t last and when the other man came in, he would be in trouble. As if on cue, the door slid open with a clack, the teacher stalking into the room. He was tall and thin, brown hair gathered on top of his head in a pony tail. He was dressed in grey slacks, pristine white shirt tucked into the waistband and adorned with a long green tie. His sharp eyes were hidden behind small square glasses that sat just above the small scar running across his nose from cheek to cheek.
Leaning against his tree, Kakashi discretely licked his lips, no trouble at all imagining Iruka in the professional outfit. He lowered the book for a moment, quickly glancing around the training grounds. The children were still struggling through their assigned exercises and would probably be at it for another hour or so. Content they wouldn’t kill themselves, Kakashi settled more comfortably in place and bent to this new, fascinating story.
The teacher in the story paced to the front of the room, standing stiffly in front of his large desk, arms crossed over his chest and gaze stern. In his chair the student squirmed a little more before straightening and staring defiantly back. The teacher took a deep breath, still glaring, and leaned back against the large desk behind him. “So why don’t you enlighten me, Hatake-kun, as to why I’ve called you here.”
The lanky student shrugged, continuing his bored stare up at his sensei. “I don’t know, you want a copy of your own?”
The teacher’s lips twisted into a smile, at the same time playful and strict. “If you paused a moment to think about it, I already have a copy. I get to keep all confiscated items and do with them as I please.”
This news dragged a reaction out of the other man. He half-stood, eyes wide and hands gripping the desk. “You can’t keep it! It’s autographed, it took forever . . . to . . .” Slowly he sat, forced into silence by the teacher’s continued stare.
“This is the consequence for reading pornography in my class.”
“But it’s signed-“
“And showing it to other students.” The student was beaten, thuroughly changrined and staring up at his teacher in dread. Very slowly, the Sensei stood straight again, tilting his head up and staring down his nose at the disobedient pupil. “You need to be punished for such behavior, and keeping the book for myself seems to be quite appropriate. Can you think of something more fitting?”
In his chair, Hatake gulped, staring, pleading up at the other man. “Anything, Sensei, please.”
“Stand up. Come here.” Hatake stood and licked his lips nervously. He actually came to the same height as the teacher, but something about the authority that surrounded the other made Hatake feel a foot and a half shorter. Still he obeyed the man, waiting for his fate. “Tell me, Hatake,” the teacher purred, “three reasons why I should hand that book back to you.”
The man thought quickly, desperate to get his book back. “Because . . . you have the knowledge I’ll never do it again?”
The teacher’s hand trailed down his student’s chest, tracing the weave of his shirt to where it disappeared into his trousers. “I don’t believe you, but all right. Two more.”
The feeling of the other man’s hand, even in so light a touch, sent shocks through Hatake’s body. He licked his lips again. “Uh, I’ll, um, clean the classroom. And . . .” One of the teacher’s fingers hooked into Hatake’s pants, pulling his body even closer and quite effectively bringing the stuttered offers to a halt.
“That covers what you’ll do for retribution. But what about the punishment?” Hatake swallowed thickly, absolutely no answer springing to mind. The teacher smiled again, the look somewhat more predatory this time. “What do you say to a more traditional punishment?”
Hatake’s mouth fell open, working as if to speak, but not a sound coming out. The teacher’s grin grew, showing teeth for the first time and only heightening the predatory look. In one swift move, he’d undone the other’s belt, sliding it from his belt loops with a snap. A quite undignified ‘eep’ came from the student’s throat and he faltered back a step. He couldn’t help but blush a little, groin tightening in anticipation.
The teacher didn’t say anything, but motioned at the desk, a silent command. Unsure, but quite eager to see this through, Hatake put his hands on the desk, bending over it slightly. He shivered when his teacher’s hand cupped his ass gently, rubbing lazily. Then the hand was suddenly gone, giving just enough time for a startled gasp before the limb fell heavily down again. Hatake gasped again at the impact, entire body singing from the firm smack.
“Hmm, not bad. But I think your lesson will be much better learned without a barrier, ne?” As the teacher spoke he rubbed gently against the fabric of Hatake’s pants again before his hand slid around to the front, clever fingers undoing button and fly with no difficulty. For his part, Hatake just nodded enthusiastically. Skin on skin was definitely the way to learn . . .
Kakashi blinked rapidly, his story suddenly talking again about Aki and the farmer’s daughters again. “No,” he muttered, flipping through pages quickly. “No, no, there has to be more.”
“More what, Hatake-kun?” Kakashi’s eyes snapped up at the voice, somewhat embarrased he’d let anyone get so close without realizing it. He squeezed his eyes shut for a breif second before opening them again, but Iruka hadn’t changed. He stood there stock straight, dressed in slacks and a pristine white shirt, green tie loosened and shirt collar open. Small spectacles were pearched on his nose and a slight grin graced his lips.
Kakashi’s dick, already rather awakened by his surprise story, swelled at the sight. Sweet merciful gods, it was as if he’d stepped straight out of the pages . . . “I believe I asked you a question,” Iruka said in his best strict teacher voice, though the smile never left his mouth. “More what?”
“More . . .” Kakashi struggled to think of something adequately witty to say in this situation, but with more and more of his blood flow diverted to the south, he ended up just standing there with his mouth hanging open behind the mask. “More . . .”
Behind the glasses, Iruka’s eyes narrowed. “Your team left ten minutes ago, you know.” Kakashi continued to blink dumbly, glancing around to confirm the statement. “And here I find you again reading this filthy thing when your attention should be elsewhere.” In the same motion Iruka used to take the brightly colored Icha Icha, he pulled Kakashi away from the tree to stand flush with him. Somehow the air of angry teacher wasn’t the least bit diminished by having to look up to meet his disobedient pupil’s eyes.
Iruka’s other hand was at Kakashi’s groin, applying just enough pressure to be felt and no more, lazily going back and forth against the quite prominent bulge. Kakashi’s throat went dry, a million images racing through his mind, all of them of Iruka dressed like this, stern gaze and predatory smile focused only on him. “Maybe I just need to be taught the lesson again.” He was trying for smug and seductive, but somehow Kakashi’s voice managed only to sound hopeful.
None the less, it got the desired response as Iruka’s grin widened, triumphantly showing teeth. “Turn around, hands on the tree.” Kakashi did as he was ordered, breath already catching in his throat. He stood that way for a good ten seconds, nothing happening, before he felt hands at his waist. Iruka traced his waistband slowly before letting his hands wander up and stripping off Kakashi’s vest. The jounin moved his arms to allow it, but obediently replaced his hands after a moment.
Then Iruka’s hands were free to raom, slipping under Kakashi’s shirt, brushing and pinching at his nipples. Kakashi gasped as those clever hands undid his pants, sliding them over hips and dragging the pads of his fingers down the newly exposed flesh, making the man shiver. One of Kakashi’s hands fell down, trying to get a hold of one of those hands, demanding attention be paid to his achingly hard-
Hand met flesh in a firm slap, making Kakashi jump ever so slightly. “I didn’t say you could move,” Iruka purred, hand descending again to his ass. Kakashi let out a shuddering breath, both hands gripping at the tree again. Iruka pressed against him, again assaulting his chest. “Good boy. I’ll have to give you a reward.”
One hand traced down Kakashi’s body, leaving a trail of fire in it’s wake and ending at Kakashi’s rear. He tickled at the man’s entrance and Kakashi shuddered again, his knees wobbling. Then, carefully, one finger slipped inside. Kakashi leaned forward more, resting his chest against the treetrunk and struggling just to breathe. Iruka inserted another finger.
“Hmm,” he whispered, hot breath ghosting over Kakashi’s ear. “You seem to like this.” He curled his fingers, tearing another hitching breath from Kakashi. “Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment.” His other hand was tickling along Kakashi’s stomach, slowly inching lower. The copy ninja wondered how the hell he could sound so calm while he was doing something like this!
“Ah, Iruka-“ Another sudden spank broke off his words. Kakashi’s muscles tightened, squeezing harder around the fingers inside of him. He whimpered, legs wobbling again at the increased stimulation. “Iru-“
Another firm slap, then another. “Sensei . . .” he purred as his hand descended again.
Kakashi cried out a little, the tree the only thing holding him up. “S-sensei, please-“
“Please what, Hatake?” The spanking stopped and the fingers retreated. Kakashi could feel the teacher’s own erection, just waiting for him to say the right thing.
“Please fuck me, Sensei.”
Achingly slow, Iruka pushed into him, his breath finally starting to hitch as he replied. “Have we learned . . . our lesson?”
Kakashi could barely think past the pleasure invading his body, but he was finally able to come up with something witty. “If I want more of this . . . read more porn - ah!”
Iruka’s hand, innocently teasing taut stomach muscles again, closed suddenly tight around Kakashi’s stiff shaft. The touch was electrifying, possibly enough to bring the masked man to his end, but the hold didn’t release, keeping him on the edge while Iruka continued to thrust into him. “Definitely enjoying this . . . too much to be a punishment . . . Care to try . . . that answer again?”
“I - I have!” Kakashi all but screamed. “I’ve learned, I swear, I’ll repent!”
Iruka’s hand didn’t relax, but started to move, adding just one more sensation to the mix. His other hand found its way back under Kakashi’s shirt, nails digging into flesh as he climaxed. He let got of Kakashi as he emptied into the man and Kakashi instantly fell over that edge. Iruka was trying not to scream out his pleasure, but with his lover’s muscles clamping around him it was a losing battle as both of them collapsed into the grass.
It was several minutes before Iruka could bring himself to move. One hand fished into his bag, carefully removing a brightly colored book. “This is yours,” he muttered, holding it out for Kakashi to take.
The masked man took the book almost reverently, checking it over on automatic for damage. “You took . . . you wrote . . . when did you switch them?!”
“I’ve been walking around with that thing for almost a week,” Iruka answered with a chuckle. “Just waiting for you to find my little changes.”
No intention of moving for quite some time, Kakashi repositioned until his head was comfortably pillowed on Iruka’s stomach. “You know, it’s not nice to take someone’s things. Especially their limited edition porn.”
“I was impressed right up until you said the word ‘porn’.”
Kakashi grinned. “Seeing what you can do, though, maybe you should get together with Jiraiya sometime . . . say you haven’t made any other changes, have you?” For a long moment Iruka was silent, one hand absently stroking through silver locks of hair. Kakashi’s eyes widened and he shifted to look the man in the eye. “Iruka?”
The teacher met his gaze evenly, mouth quirked up in that devilish smirk. “You’ll just have to read and find out, ne?”
Author: Lily Kalanoa
Story: Rewrite
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my laptop, which put me into significant debt. All characters and series belong to their respective creators, I just like to torture them, heh heh.
And this is the link if anyone else out there wants a request.
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Kakashi sighed slightly, watching as his team struggled with what he considered to be rudimentary training routines. He watched as Sakura mooned over Sasuke, as the dark-haired boy ignored her, as Naruto fell, again, got back up and then fell again. At least they were trying, he reasoned, pulling out his Icha Icha to help pass the time. He looked at the book with half an eye, still watching his wards while he browsed the familiar . . .
Kakashi blinked and traced back to the beginning of the page, skimming over it again. Aki going through the woods, finding a small cottage. Being greeted by the farmer’s daughters and invited to stay for dinner. Sitting down in the desk and looking up at - wait, that’s where it changed. Kakashi glanced back at his students to make sure they were all right and then focused most of his attention on the bbok, lifting it a bit higher. The copy ninja took a quick moment to check the spine of the book and the glue securing the pages, but he could see nothing out of the ordinary. There was no illusion on the thing, nothing strange except the unfamiliar words.
The hero took his seat at the desk, hands fidgeting nervously above the rough wood. He was alone in the room, but knew that wouldn’t last and when the other man came in, he would be in trouble. As if on cue, the door slid open with a clack, the teacher stalking into the room. He was tall and thin, brown hair gathered on top of his head in a pony tail. He was dressed in grey slacks, pristine white shirt tucked into the waistband and adorned with a long green tie. His sharp eyes were hidden behind small square glasses that sat just above the small scar running across his nose from cheek to cheek.
Leaning against his tree, Kakashi discretely licked his lips, no trouble at all imagining Iruka in the professional outfit. He lowered the book for a moment, quickly glancing around the training grounds. The children were still struggling through their assigned exercises and would probably be at it for another hour or so. Content they wouldn’t kill themselves, Kakashi settled more comfortably in place and bent to this new, fascinating story.
The teacher in the story paced to the front of the room, standing stiffly in front of his large desk, arms crossed over his chest and gaze stern. In his chair the student squirmed a little more before straightening and staring defiantly back. The teacher took a deep breath, still glaring, and leaned back against the large desk behind him. “So why don’t you enlighten me, Hatake-kun, as to why I’ve called you here.”
The lanky student shrugged, continuing his bored stare up at his sensei. “I don’t know, you want a copy of your own?”
The teacher’s lips twisted into a smile, at the same time playful and strict. “If you paused a moment to think about it, I already have a copy. I get to keep all confiscated items and do with them as I please.”
This news dragged a reaction out of the other man. He half-stood, eyes wide and hands gripping the desk. “You can’t keep it! It’s autographed, it took forever . . . to . . .” Slowly he sat, forced into silence by the teacher’s continued stare.
“This is the consequence for reading pornography in my class.”
“But it’s signed-“
“And showing it to other students.” The student was beaten, thuroughly changrined and staring up at his teacher in dread. Very slowly, the Sensei stood straight again, tilting his head up and staring down his nose at the disobedient pupil. “You need to be punished for such behavior, and keeping the book for myself seems to be quite appropriate. Can you think of something more fitting?”
In his chair, Hatake gulped, staring, pleading up at the other man. “Anything, Sensei, please.”
“Stand up. Come here.” Hatake stood and licked his lips nervously. He actually came to the same height as the teacher, but something about the authority that surrounded the other made Hatake feel a foot and a half shorter. Still he obeyed the man, waiting for his fate. “Tell me, Hatake,” the teacher purred, “three reasons why I should hand that book back to you.”
The man thought quickly, desperate to get his book back. “Because . . . you have the knowledge I’ll never do it again?”
The teacher’s hand trailed down his student’s chest, tracing the weave of his shirt to where it disappeared into his trousers. “I don’t believe you, but all right. Two more.”
The feeling of the other man’s hand, even in so light a touch, sent shocks through Hatake’s body. He licked his lips again. “Uh, I’ll, um, clean the classroom. And . . .” One of the teacher’s fingers hooked into Hatake’s pants, pulling his body even closer and quite effectively bringing the stuttered offers to a halt.
“That covers what you’ll do for retribution. But what about the punishment?” Hatake swallowed thickly, absolutely no answer springing to mind. The teacher smiled again, the look somewhat more predatory this time. “What do you say to a more traditional punishment?”
Hatake’s mouth fell open, working as if to speak, but not a sound coming out. The teacher’s grin grew, showing teeth for the first time and only heightening the predatory look. In one swift move, he’d undone the other’s belt, sliding it from his belt loops with a snap. A quite undignified ‘eep’ came from the student’s throat and he faltered back a step. He couldn’t help but blush a little, groin tightening in anticipation.
The teacher didn’t say anything, but motioned at the desk, a silent command. Unsure, but quite eager to see this through, Hatake put his hands on the desk, bending over it slightly. He shivered when his teacher’s hand cupped his ass gently, rubbing lazily. Then the hand was suddenly gone, giving just enough time for a startled gasp before the limb fell heavily down again. Hatake gasped again at the impact, entire body singing from the firm smack.
“Hmm, not bad. But I think your lesson will be much better learned without a barrier, ne?” As the teacher spoke he rubbed gently against the fabric of Hatake’s pants again before his hand slid around to the front, clever fingers undoing button and fly with no difficulty. For his part, Hatake just nodded enthusiastically. Skin on skin was definitely the way to learn . . .
Kakashi blinked rapidly, his story suddenly talking again about Aki and the farmer’s daughters again. “No,” he muttered, flipping through pages quickly. “No, no, there has to be more.”
“More what, Hatake-kun?” Kakashi’s eyes snapped up at the voice, somewhat embarrased he’d let anyone get so close without realizing it. He squeezed his eyes shut for a breif second before opening them again, but Iruka hadn’t changed. He stood there stock straight, dressed in slacks and a pristine white shirt, green tie loosened and shirt collar open. Small spectacles were pearched on his nose and a slight grin graced his lips.
Kakashi’s dick, already rather awakened by his surprise story, swelled at the sight. Sweet merciful gods, it was as if he’d stepped straight out of the pages . . . “I believe I asked you a question,” Iruka said in his best strict teacher voice, though the smile never left his mouth. “More what?”
“More . . .” Kakashi struggled to think of something adequately witty to say in this situation, but with more and more of his blood flow diverted to the south, he ended up just standing there with his mouth hanging open behind the mask. “More . . .”
Behind the glasses, Iruka’s eyes narrowed. “Your team left ten minutes ago, you know.” Kakashi continued to blink dumbly, glancing around to confirm the statement. “And here I find you again reading this filthy thing when your attention should be elsewhere.” In the same motion Iruka used to take the brightly colored Icha Icha, he pulled Kakashi away from the tree to stand flush with him. Somehow the air of angry teacher wasn’t the least bit diminished by having to look up to meet his disobedient pupil’s eyes.
Iruka’s other hand was at Kakashi’s groin, applying just enough pressure to be felt and no more, lazily going back and forth against the quite prominent bulge. Kakashi’s throat went dry, a million images racing through his mind, all of them of Iruka dressed like this, stern gaze and predatory smile focused only on him. “Maybe I just need to be taught the lesson again.” He was trying for smug and seductive, but somehow Kakashi’s voice managed only to sound hopeful.
None the less, it got the desired response as Iruka’s grin widened, triumphantly showing teeth. “Turn around, hands on the tree.” Kakashi did as he was ordered, breath already catching in his throat. He stood that way for a good ten seconds, nothing happening, before he felt hands at his waist. Iruka traced his waistband slowly before letting his hands wander up and stripping off Kakashi’s vest. The jounin moved his arms to allow it, but obediently replaced his hands after a moment.
Then Iruka’s hands were free to raom, slipping under Kakashi’s shirt, brushing and pinching at his nipples. Kakashi gasped as those clever hands undid his pants, sliding them over hips and dragging the pads of his fingers down the newly exposed flesh, making the man shiver. One of Kakashi’s hands fell down, trying to get a hold of one of those hands, demanding attention be paid to his achingly hard-
Hand met flesh in a firm slap, making Kakashi jump ever so slightly. “I didn’t say you could move,” Iruka purred, hand descending again to his ass. Kakashi let out a shuddering breath, both hands gripping at the tree again. Iruka pressed against him, again assaulting his chest. “Good boy. I’ll have to give you a reward.”
One hand traced down Kakashi’s body, leaving a trail of fire in it’s wake and ending at Kakashi’s rear. He tickled at the man’s entrance and Kakashi shuddered again, his knees wobbling. Then, carefully, one finger slipped inside. Kakashi leaned forward more, resting his chest against the treetrunk and struggling just to breathe. Iruka inserted another finger.
“Hmm,” he whispered, hot breath ghosting over Kakashi’s ear. “You seem to like this.” He curled his fingers, tearing another hitching breath from Kakashi. “Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment.” His other hand was tickling along Kakashi’s stomach, slowly inching lower. The copy ninja wondered how the hell he could sound so calm while he was doing something like this!
“Ah, Iruka-“ Another sudden spank broke off his words. Kakashi’s muscles tightened, squeezing harder around the fingers inside of him. He whimpered, legs wobbling again at the increased stimulation. “Iru-“
Another firm slap, then another. “Sensei . . .” he purred as his hand descended again.
Kakashi cried out a little, the tree the only thing holding him up. “S-sensei, please-“
“Please what, Hatake?” The spanking stopped and the fingers retreated. Kakashi could feel the teacher’s own erection, just waiting for him to say the right thing.
“Please fuck me, Sensei.”
Achingly slow, Iruka pushed into him, his breath finally starting to hitch as he replied. “Have we learned . . . our lesson?”
Kakashi could barely think past the pleasure invading his body, but he was finally able to come up with something witty. “If I want more of this . . . read more porn - ah!”
Iruka’s hand, innocently teasing taut stomach muscles again, closed suddenly tight around Kakashi’s stiff shaft. The touch was electrifying, possibly enough to bring the masked man to his end, but the hold didn’t release, keeping him on the edge while Iruka continued to thrust into him. “Definitely enjoying this . . . too much to be a punishment . . . Care to try . . . that answer again?”
“I - I have!” Kakashi all but screamed. “I’ve learned, I swear, I’ll repent!”
Iruka’s hand didn’t relax, but started to move, adding just one more sensation to the mix. His other hand found its way back under Kakashi’s shirt, nails digging into flesh as he climaxed. He let got of Kakashi as he emptied into the man and Kakashi instantly fell over that edge. Iruka was trying not to scream out his pleasure, but with his lover’s muscles clamping around him it was a losing battle as both of them collapsed into the grass.
It was several minutes before Iruka could bring himself to move. One hand fished into his bag, carefully removing a brightly colored book. “This is yours,” he muttered, holding it out for Kakashi to take.
The masked man took the book almost reverently, checking it over on automatic for damage. “You took . . . you wrote . . . when did you switch them?!”
“I’ve been walking around with that thing for almost a week,” Iruka answered with a chuckle. “Just waiting for you to find my little changes.”
No intention of moving for quite some time, Kakashi repositioned until his head was comfortably pillowed on Iruka’s stomach. “You know, it’s not nice to take someone’s things. Especially their limited edition porn.”
“I was impressed right up until you said the word ‘porn’.”
Kakashi grinned. “Seeing what you can do, though, maybe you should get together with Jiraiya sometime . . . say you haven’t made any other changes, have you?” For a long moment Iruka was silent, one hand absently stroking through silver locks of hair. Kakashi’s eyes widened and he shifted to look the man in the eye. “Iruka?”
The teacher met his gaze evenly, mouth quirked up in that devilish smirk. “You’ll just have to read and find out, ne?”