Fanfiction - Naruto - Possession
The Prompt - "I would love to see some possessive/jealous Iruka. I think he really is sexy like that ^^. I like irukaxkakashi, it's less usual. -pangasius" Well I agree, pangasius sweetie. Have some dom!Iruka . . . sorta anyway . . .
Author: Lily Kalanoa
Story: Possession
Rating: R
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. I'm goin slower now, but I'm still doing them all~ ^_^
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Kakashi peered over the top of the new Icha Icha book, watching the people crossing by the sandwich shop. It was a fairly busy day and the small shop was nearly filled, a line of people stretching out the door waiting to place their orders. Kakashi was waiting for his lunch date, but the teacher had yet to show. Probably got delayed at school, he thought and went back to reading.
“May I join you?” Kakashi looked up again at the feminine voice, a bit shocked to find Shizune hovering beside him with her food. For a long moment, the masked man said nothing and eventually the woman sighed, gesturing at the rest of the room. “There are no open tables.”
“Hmm,” Kakashi said, motioning her to sit. He looked at the door again, seeing as Iruka stuck his head in. The teacher spotted him quickly and gave Kakashi’s table-mate a questioning look. The copy ninja just shrugged and picked up his meal to leave the room.
“Oh, Kakashi-san. I actually needed to talk to you.” Reluctantly, the man sat back down, firmly burying his nose in the pages of his book as Shizune began going over some mission details.
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“So what did Shizune want?” Iruka asked after casting a glance around the mission room to make sure they were alone.
Kakashi made a show of sighing, completely ignoring the scroll he took from the teacher. “Apparently I’m going to go to a formal party.”
Iruka lit up a little. “Oh, you got roped into that, too? A bunch of chunin and jounin are going, apparently just to show off what Konoha can do. I’m kind of looking forward to it.”
Kakashi shrugged. “From my experience it’s a lot of standing around in an uncomfortable suit while countless unimportant people introduce themselves to you and pretend to be interested in whatever someone else said. I might just skip it.”
Iruka blinked wide eyes at the other. “No, don’t do that that. Please ‘Kashi, I want to see you in that uncomfortable suit.”
After a pause, the other man smiled behind his mask. “Does that mean I’ll get to dance with you? I’m sorry our lunch was ruined.”
“I know, I-“ The brunette suddenly paused, eyes flashing to the doorway. “Genma!” he said loudly, interrupting their conversation. “Back from Grass country?”
“And with the hay fever to prove it,” the other muttered. Kakashi’s eyes narrowed a moment in annoyance, but then he turned, slouching out of the room without another word.
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“Hatake, Hatake . . . why do I recognize that name?”
Kakashi stayed firmly rooted to the spot, no change in expression or posture while the elderly woman in front of him searched her memory. He really hated these parties.
Shizune smiled widely at the old (and undoubtedly wealthy) woman. “He’s one of Konoha’s greats, the man of a thousand jutsu! His Sharingan is legendary.”
The woman dropped one fist into the opposite hand, eyes sparkling. “Yes, Hatake Sakumo! I remember they called him the White Fang and those dogs of his-“
“Yes,” Shizune interrupted, not noticing the subtle tightening of Kakashi’s muscles. “That was Kakashi’s father.”
Kakashi stopped listening, instead turning towards the punch bowl and discreetly lowering his mask to take a sip from the cup in his hand. They’d made him dress up and tie his hitai-ate properly, exposing the Sharingan to all the partygoers. But at least he’d kept his mask. It was a deep, forest green - darker that the vest he usually wore - and perfectly matched his polyester button up shirt. The suit itself was black, confining, and itchy, and the black tie felt like an executioner’s slowly tightening noose. He was counting the minutes until he’d be able to successful sneak away from this horrible place. Still not paying any attention to the small horde of people Shizune was trying to introduce him to (show him off like a prize was more like it), Kakashi turned and walked off along one of the walls.
It didn’t take long for him to spot Iruka. The teacher looked fantastic in a clearly tailored suit that fit much better than Kakashi’s own. It was dark blue, with sparkling jewels as cufflinks and a slightly brighter blue shirt showing at his wrists and chest. The tie he was wearing was silver with some sort of turquoise design criss-crossing the fabric and the brunette looked completely at home surrounded by men and women visiting from other countries.
Kakashi caught his eye and the teacher smiled before looking away, a slight blush tinging his cheeks. With a grin of his own, Kakashi pushed away from the wall. Iruka wouldn’t dance with him, he knew that, but he could insert himself into the other man’s conversation and then, well, he would see now, wouldn’t he?
“Kakashi!” The copy ninja tried very hard not to cringe, turning to see Tsunade coming up on him, several young people in tow. “Kakashi, are you enjoying the party?” The silver-haired man glared, making his answer obvious without saying a word. The Hokage just smiled. “The silent auction is over, and guess what your part is!”
That took the man completely off guard. “Auction?” he muttered.
“Most of the others went for very good prices, but there was a bit of a bidding war over you. So these three pooled their money and decided to share the prize.”
“What auction?”
“You’ll be spending the rest of the night with them, so play nice,” the blonde woman growled. She put one hand squarely between Kakashi’s shoulder blades and with no visible effort, shoved him towards the small group following her.
There were two girls, both in very low cut, backless evening gowns, and a young man who looked extremely nervous. With sinking hopes, Kakashi glared over his shoulder, seeing as Tsunade caught Asuma by the elbow and introduced him to another young girl.
“Why don’t we go eat?” one of the girls suggested suddenly and pulled on Kakashi’s sleeve. Helpless, Kakashi followed and soon found himself sandwiched between the two females, the young man sitting across the small table from him.
It honestly wasn’t that bad, Kakashi had to admit. At the very least it meant the other guests stopped trying to ‘get to know’ him. Mostly they just wanted to hear stories about what it was like to be a ninja and Kakashi had plenty of those to get him through the evening. They didn’t even ask to see his face, which took the copy ninja a bit off guard, and he wondered if that had been part of the rules for bidding on him.
As the night wore on, one of the girls - he hadn’t bothered asking their names - wrapped one of her hands around his wrist. “Kakashi-san, would we be able to get a dance?”
“All at once?” Kakashi asked, joking, hopeful, but knowing it wasn’t going to happen that way.
The redheaded girl just giggled and shook her head. “Come on, I get first dance.” Kakashi let himself be pulled up and dragged to the dance floor. All the music that evening was fairly slow and he reluctantly put one hand on the girl’s shoulder, the other catching one of her own hands. “I’m really glad I’m here,” she sighed as the music started in waltz. “And with the legendary Sharingan Kakashi.”
Kakashi said nothing, looking around the room to try and find Iruka again. He spotted the teacher near the punch bowl, still actively engaged in discussion, though there was a teenage girl attached to his arm. Looked like he’d been auctioned off as well. Kakashi kept moving with the song, doing his best to keep Iruka in sight and after a few moments their eyes met. For a split second the teacher looked confused, but then his expression cleared, he smiled, and he shook his head as he returned to his conversation. Kakashi danced his way back to the table.
The other girl latched onto him even before the redhead had let go and Kakashi struggled not to sigh. They made their way back to the middle of the floor, the black-haired girl already talking to him quickly. Kakashi just tuned her out, refusing to react when she rested her head against his chest and not even twitching when her hand attached firmly to his backside. With any luck, the night would be over soon and he could forget any of this ever happened.
As they approached the table again, the redhead was glaring at the girl beside Kakashi. “What was that?”
“Hey, you could’ve done it, too. Don’t be mad because you didn’t think of it first.”
Kakashi pulled out the girl’s chair, pushing her into it and stepping away quickly. Then he looked at the young man who was blushing, starring at the table. “Do you want a dance, too?”
He looked up sharply, clearly surprised, and quickly followed as Kakashi led the way back onto the floor. When the jounin turned to him, the boy hesitated again. “Are . . . are you sure it’s okay? I mean . . .”
All right, the girls were annoying, but Kakashi kind of liked this kid. He took the other’s hands, positioning them so the shorter could choose to lead or follow. “Don’t tell blonde and blonder,” Kakashi chuckled, “but I prefer men, myself. I don’t mind dancing with you at all.”
The boy’s face lit up, obviously relieved as he fell into step with the music. “None of the other male ninja had boys betting on them, I was a little worried. Ninja can be gay?”
Kakashi smiled. “Of course. And some of the best are, male and female alike. Something like that has no affect on skill.”
The boy smiled, leaning his head on Kakashi’s shoulder. “Thanks for the dance.”
Their song finished and Kakashi led the boy back to the table, but stopped him several feet away. The two girls were still arguing, loudly, and it looked like it would be dissolving into physical blows before much longer. “Why don’t we leave these two alone for a while. You want some punch?”
The other kept a wary eye on the girls, nodding quickly and following Kakashi to the other side of the room. The two found a couple of unoccupied chairs and sat, falling into conversation as the night ticked by.
It was a little while before Kakashi felt eyes on him. He glanced around discreetly, finding Iruka watching him from across the dance floor. Kakashi frowned, but turned back to the boy beside him. A minute later the feeling hadn’t gone away and Kakashi turned to look openly at the teacher. Iruka was frowning and looked away for a moment, but then looked back at Kakashi still glaring. After another moment he broke away from the girl still attached to him and stalked away. “Sorry,” Kakashi muttered, not even looking at his ‘date’. “I have to go take care of something.” And he stood, jogging around the dance floor after his teacher.
Kakashi came around blocking the teacher’s exit and Iruka was forced to come to a stop in front of him. “Yes?” he asked tartly.
Kakashi crossed his arms, feeling his jacket pull tight as he did so. “What’s going on? What was that look for?” Iruka looked away again and Kakashi grumbled, reaching for him. “If you say ‘if you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you’ so help me-“
Iruka turned sharply, stalking towards a heavy curtain and slipping behind it. Annoyed, Kakashi followed. This part of the room was dim, cut off from the main party, but Kakashi could still see Iruka’s face clearly. This may have had something to do with the fact that the brunette was only about a foot away. “What do you think you were doing?” he seethed.
Kakashi stubbornly refused to retreat. “I believe I’m suffering through one of the worst parties-“
“I mean what were you doing dancing? You’ve been ignoring me all night and now this!”
Kakashi suddenly glared back. “Whoa, hold on. I have not been ignoring you, I’ve been forced to entertain a bunch of selfish, spoiled, elitist garbage because you convinced me to come. I was dancing because Tsunade put me up for silent auction without even telling me!”
“That was funny. And I don’t care about it because I know you don’t like girls that way. But I’m talking about that boy, Kakashi. You’re flirting with him!”
“I am not! And I’d be flirting with you if you didn’t flinch every time someone sees us together. ‘It would be bad for my career’, ‘what if someone uses me against you’. You’re the one that wanted to keep our relationship a secret, remember?”
“That doesn’t mean you get to make goo-goo eyes at everything in tight pants, ‘Kashi-“ Kakashi did the only thing he could think of to stop this cyclical argument, firmly plastering his mouth over the teacher’s.
It worked, Iruka pushing the other away only long enough to pull down his mask before kissing him again. He shoved Kakashi backwards into the wall and pressed their bodies firmly together.
Kakashi moaned, practically tearing Iruka’s jacket off to try and get to the skin beneath. The teacher remembered about the button up shirts and was more successful in his attempts to get to Kakashi’s chest, his fingers dragging over pert nipples. Kakashi gave up on getting the shirt off, instead pulling it from Iruka’s waistband to get underneath it. He began wriggling his hips and was rewarded with a rather loud groan from the brunette.
One of Kakashi’s hands snaked into Iruka’s hair, clumsily working the tie loose and just enjoying the feeling as the teacher slid a little lower, pulling at his bottom lip with teeth. Then his mouth was on Kakashi’s neck and nipping at his collarbone. Kakashi moaned again, desperately hoping the teacher would keep going.
Without warning, the curtain hiding them was yanked away and Kakashi gasped at the sudden surge of light. His first reaction was to bring a hand up to cover his face, his second was to drop his other hand in front of his crotch in a useless attempt to hide the quite obvious bulge there. He could hear Iruka gasp and felt the man sidestep into a defensive position, both of them searching for any possible threat.
Tsunade was standing in front of them, holding the curtain aside, and several party-goers were clustered behind her to get a peak at what was happening. “Umino. Hatake,” the Hokage greeted through thin lips.
His mask back in place, Kakashi began trying to button his shirt back up, stepping out of the concealing shadows and into the unforgiving light. Iruka bent to gather his jacket and did the same, blinking to help his eyes adjust. Kakashi cringed a little as his ‘dates’ were suddenly at the front of the crowd, both of the girls grabbing at his shirt and the young man just staring, open mouthed and blushing.
The masked man startled a little when a firm hand wrapped around his wrist and Iruka leaned close to the startled girls. “Mine,” he growled. The two released their holds and Iruka walked quickly towards the door, dragging a rather stunned Kakashi behind.
The jounin could only blink, smiling at his boyfriend’s back. “I think I love you,” he managed. Iruka tightened his grip and kept moving.
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Author: Lily Kalanoa
Story: Possession
Rating: R
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. I'm goin slower now, but I'm still doing them all~ ^_^
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Kakashi peered over the top of the new Icha Icha book, watching the people crossing by the sandwich shop. It was a fairly busy day and the small shop was nearly filled, a line of people stretching out the door waiting to place their orders. Kakashi was waiting for his lunch date, but the teacher had yet to show. Probably got delayed at school, he thought and went back to reading.
“May I join you?” Kakashi looked up again at the feminine voice, a bit shocked to find Shizune hovering beside him with her food. For a long moment, the masked man said nothing and eventually the woman sighed, gesturing at the rest of the room. “There are no open tables.”
“Hmm,” Kakashi said, motioning her to sit. He looked at the door again, seeing as Iruka stuck his head in. The teacher spotted him quickly and gave Kakashi’s table-mate a questioning look. The copy ninja just shrugged and picked up his meal to leave the room.
“Oh, Kakashi-san. I actually needed to talk to you.” Reluctantly, the man sat back down, firmly burying his nose in the pages of his book as Shizune began going over some mission details.
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“So what did Shizune want?” Iruka asked after casting a glance around the mission room to make sure they were alone.
Kakashi made a show of sighing, completely ignoring the scroll he took from the teacher. “Apparently I’m going to go to a formal party.”
Iruka lit up a little. “Oh, you got roped into that, too? A bunch of chunin and jounin are going, apparently just to show off what Konoha can do. I’m kind of looking forward to it.”
Kakashi shrugged. “From my experience it’s a lot of standing around in an uncomfortable suit while countless unimportant people introduce themselves to you and pretend to be interested in whatever someone else said. I might just skip it.”
Iruka blinked wide eyes at the other. “No, don’t do that that. Please ‘Kashi, I want to see you in that uncomfortable suit.”
After a pause, the other man smiled behind his mask. “Does that mean I’ll get to dance with you? I’m sorry our lunch was ruined.”
“I know, I-“ The brunette suddenly paused, eyes flashing to the doorway. “Genma!” he said loudly, interrupting their conversation. “Back from Grass country?”
“And with the hay fever to prove it,” the other muttered. Kakashi’s eyes narrowed a moment in annoyance, but then he turned, slouching out of the room without another word.
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“Hatake, Hatake . . . why do I recognize that name?”
Kakashi stayed firmly rooted to the spot, no change in expression or posture while the elderly woman in front of him searched her memory. He really hated these parties.
Shizune smiled widely at the old (and undoubtedly wealthy) woman. “He’s one of Konoha’s greats, the man of a thousand jutsu! His Sharingan is legendary.”
The woman dropped one fist into the opposite hand, eyes sparkling. “Yes, Hatake Sakumo! I remember they called him the White Fang and those dogs of his-“
“Yes,” Shizune interrupted, not noticing the subtle tightening of Kakashi’s muscles. “That was Kakashi’s father.”
Kakashi stopped listening, instead turning towards the punch bowl and discreetly lowering his mask to take a sip from the cup in his hand. They’d made him dress up and tie his hitai-ate properly, exposing the Sharingan to all the partygoers. But at least he’d kept his mask. It was a deep, forest green - darker that the vest he usually wore - and perfectly matched his polyester button up shirt. The suit itself was black, confining, and itchy, and the black tie felt like an executioner’s slowly tightening noose. He was counting the minutes until he’d be able to successful sneak away from this horrible place. Still not paying any attention to the small horde of people Shizune was trying to introduce him to (show him off like a prize was more like it), Kakashi turned and walked off along one of the walls.
It didn’t take long for him to spot Iruka. The teacher looked fantastic in a clearly tailored suit that fit much better than Kakashi’s own. It was dark blue, with sparkling jewels as cufflinks and a slightly brighter blue shirt showing at his wrists and chest. The tie he was wearing was silver with some sort of turquoise design criss-crossing the fabric and the brunette looked completely at home surrounded by men and women visiting from other countries.
Kakashi caught his eye and the teacher smiled before looking away, a slight blush tinging his cheeks. With a grin of his own, Kakashi pushed away from the wall. Iruka wouldn’t dance with him, he knew that, but he could insert himself into the other man’s conversation and then, well, he would see now, wouldn’t he?
“Kakashi!” The copy ninja tried very hard not to cringe, turning to see Tsunade coming up on him, several young people in tow. “Kakashi, are you enjoying the party?” The silver-haired man glared, making his answer obvious without saying a word. The Hokage just smiled. “The silent auction is over, and guess what your part is!”
That took the man completely off guard. “Auction?” he muttered.
“Most of the others went for very good prices, but there was a bit of a bidding war over you. So these three pooled their money and decided to share the prize.”
“What auction?”
“You’ll be spending the rest of the night with them, so play nice,” the blonde woman growled. She put one hand squarely between Kakashi’s shoulder blades and with no visible effort, shoved him towards the small group following her.
There were two girls, both in very low cut, backless evening gowns, and a young man who looked extremely nervous. With sinking hopes, Kakashi glared over his shoulder, seeing as Tsunade caught Asuma by the elbow and introduced him to another young girl.
“Why don’t we go eat?” one of the girls suggested suddenly and pulled on Kakashi’s sleeve. Helpless, Kakashi followed and soon found himself sandwiched between the two females, the young man sitting across the small table from him.
It honestly wasn’t that bad, Kakashi had to admit. At the very least it meant the other guests stopped trying to ‘get to know’ him. Mostly they just wanted to hear stories about what it was like to be a ninja and Kakashi had plenty of those to get him through the evening. They didn’t even ask to see his face, which took the copy ninja a bit off guard, and he wondered if that had been part of the rules for bidding on him.
As the night wore on, one of the girls - he hadn’t bothered asking their names - wrapped one of her hands around his wrist. “Kakashi-san, would we be able to get a dance?”
“All at once?” Kakashi asked, joking, hopeful, but knowing it wasn’t going to happen that way.
The redheaded girl just giggled and shook her head. “Come on, I get first dance.” Kakashi let himself be pulled up and dragged to the dance floor. All the music that evening was fairly slow and he reluctantly put one hand on the girl’s shoulder, the other catching one of her own hands. “I’m really glad I’m here,” she sighed as the music started in waltz. “And with the legendary Sharingan Kakashi.”
Kakashi said nothing, looking around the room to try and find Iruka again. He spotted the teacher near the punch bowl, still actively engaged in discussion, though there was a teenage girl attached to his arm. Looked like he’d been auctioned off as well. Kakashi kept moving with the song, doing his best to keep Iruka in sight and after a few moments their eyes met. For a split second the teacher looked confused, but then his expression cleared, he smiled, and he shook his head as he returned to his conversation. Kakashi danced his way back to the table.
The other girl latched onto him even before the redhead had let go and Kakashi struggled not to sigh. They made their way back to the middle of the floor, the black-haired girl already talking to him quickly. Kakashi just tuned her out, refusing to react when she rested her head against his chest and not even twitching when her hand attached firmly to his backside. With any luck, the night would be over soon and he could forget any of this ever happened.
As they approached the table again, the redhead was glaring at the girl beside Kakashi. “What was that?”
“Hey, you could’ve done it, too. Don’t be mad because you didn’t think of it first.”
Kakashi pulled out the girl’s chair, pushing her into it and stepping away quickly. Then he looked at the young man who was blushing, starring at the table. “Do you want a dance, too?”
He looked up sharply, clearly surprised, and quickly followed as Kakashi led the way back onto the floor. When the jounin turned to him, the boy hesitated again. “Are . . . are you sure it’s okay? I mean . . .”
All right, the girls were annoying, but Kakashi kind of liked this kid. He took the other’s hands, positioning them so the shorter could choose to lead or follow. “Don’t tell blonde and blonder,” Kakashi chuckled, “but I prefer men, myself. I don’t mind dancing with you at all.”
The boy’s face lit up, obviously relieved as he fell into step with the music. “None of the other male ninja had boys betting on them, I was a little worried. Ninja can be gay?”
Kakashi smiled. “Of course. And some of the best are, male and female alike. Something like that has no affect on skill.”
The boy smiled, leaning his head on Kakashi’s shoulder. “Thanks for the dance.”
Their song finished and Kakashi led the boy back to the table, but stopped him several feet away. The two girls were still arguing, loudly, and it looked like it would be dissolving into physical blows before much longer. “Why don’t we leave these two alone for a while. You want some punch?”
The other kept a wary eye on the girls, nodding quickly and following Kakashi to the other side of the room. The two found a couple of unoccupied chairs and sat, falling into conversation as the night ticked by.
It was a little while before Kakashi felt eyes on him. He glanced around discreetly, finding Iruka watching him from across the dance floor. Kakashi frowned, but turned back to the boy beside him. A minute later the feeling hadn’t gone away and Kakashi turned to look openly at the teacher. Iruka was frowning and looked away for a moment, but then looked back at Kakashi still glaring. After another moment he broke away from the girl still attached to him and stalked away. “Sorry,” Kakashi muttered, not even looking at his ‘date’. “I have to go take care of something.” And he stood, jogging around the dance floor after his teacher.
Kakashi came around blocking the teacher’s exit and Iruka was forced to come to a stop in front of him. “Yes?” he asked tartly.
Kakashi crossed his arms, feeling his jacket pull tight as he did so. “What’s going on? What was that look for?” Iruka looked away again and Kakashi grumbled, reaching for him. “If you say ‘if you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you’ so help me-“
Iruka turned sharply, stalking towards a heavy curtain and slipping behind it. Annoyed, Kakashi followed. This part of the room was dim, cut off from the main party, but Kakashi could still see Iruka’s face clearly. This may have had something to do with the fact that the brunette was only about a foot away. “What do you think you were doing?” he seethed.
Kakashi stubbornly refused to retreat. “I believe I’m suffering through one of the worst parties-“
“I mean what were you doing dancing? You’ve been ignoring me all night and now this!”
Kakashi suddenly glared back. “Whoa, hold on. I have not been ignoring you, I’ve been forced to entertain a bunch of selfish, spoiled, elitist garbage because you convinced me to come. I was dancing because Tsunade put me up for silent auction without even telling me!”
“That was funny. And I don’t care about it because I know you don’t like girls that way. But I’m talking about that boy, Kakashi. You’re flirting with him!”
“I am not! And I’d be flirting with you if you didn’t flinch every time someone sees us together. ‘It would be bad for my career’, ‘what if someone uses me against you’. You’re the one that wanted to keep our relationship a secret, remember?”
“That doesn’t mean you get to make goo-goo eyes at everything in tight pants, ‘Kashi-“ Kakashi did the only thing he could think of to stop this cyclical argument, firmly plastering his mouth over the teacher’s.
It worked, Iruka pushing the other away only long enough to pull down his mask before kissing him again. He shoved Kakashi backwards into the wall and pressed their bodies firmly together.
Kakashi moaned, practically tearing Iruka’s jacket off to try and get to the skin beneath. The teacher remembered about the button up shirts and was more successful in his attempts to get to Kakashi’s chest, his fingers dragging over pert nipples. Kakashi gave up on getting the shirt off, instead pulling it from Iruka’s waistband to get underneath it. He began wriggling his hips and was rewarded with a rather loud groan from the brunette.
One of Kakashi’s hands snaked into Iruka’s hair, clumsily working the tie loose and just enjoying the feeling as the teacher slid a little lower, pulling at his bottom lip with teeth. Then his mouth was on Kakashi’s neck and nipping at his collarbone. Kakashi moaned again, desperately hoping the teacher would keep going.
Without warning, the curtain hiding them was yanked away and Kakashi gasped at the sudden surge of light. His first reaction was to bring a hand up to cover his face, his second was to drop his other hand in front of his crotch in a useless attempt to hide the quite obvious bulge there. He could hear Iruka gasp and felt the man sidestep into a defensive position, both of them searching for any possible threat.
Tsunade was standing in front of them, holding the curtain aside, and several party-goers were clustered behind her to get a peak at what was happening. “Umino. Hatake,” the Hokage greeted through thin lips.
His mask back in place, Kakashi began trying to button his shirt back up, stepping out of the concealing shadows and into the unforgiving light. Iruka bent to gather his jacket and did the same, blinking to help his eyes adjust. Kakashi cringed a little as his ‘dates’ were suddenly at the front of the crowd, both of the girls grabbing at his shirt and the young man just staring, open mouthed and blushing.
The masked man startled a little when a firm hand wrapped around his wrist and Iruka leaned close to the startled girls. “Mine,” he growled. The two released their holds and Iruka walked quickly towards the door, dragging a rather stunned Kakashi behind.
The jounin could only blink, smiling at his boyfriend’s back. “I think I love you,” he managed. Iruka tightened his grip and kept moving.
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