naruto drabbles
drabbles for kakairu-fest jōnin drabble round:
touch | ~100
prompt: When we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, is is useless to seek it elsewhere
François de la Rochefoucauld
Kakashi reached out to touch Iruka. He couldn't decide if he was offended or turned on when Iruka flinched.
"Kakashi, you can't keep doing this." His voice was too low to be a whine, and his body moved the wrong way to mean what he said.
"I just need..." Kakashi trailed off, nipping at Iruka's neck. One hand was around Iruka's neck and he could feel Iruka's slow, steady heartbeat, trapped under his warm, warm skin.
The warmth lulled him. He needed Iruka. He would never find peace within himself. Iruka was his only chance.
waiting | ~100
prompt: It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both
Machiavelli
Iruka knew that Kakashi feared him.
The idea that he needed Iruka--and Iruka knew that was what he believed. He knew why Kakashi sought him out. It was too hard to push him away, too hard to say no, and simply not worth hiding out. Kakashi would find him wherever he went.
It wasn't love, it was only physical, but Iruka could not deny the complicated emotions that kept him from seeking help. For either one of them.
Kakashi's fear was far more intoxicating that his love.
But Iruka was willing to wait.
don't run from me | ~300
prompt: There is a saying among soldiers: it is easier to lose a yard than take an inch
Tao Te Ching, 69: Ambush
He never reacted raged Iruka. Hands in his pockets--clearly a sign of insecurity--careless slouch, that, that, scarecrow was a model of passivity.
Just look at him! Iruka stared, watching Kakashi stare at the sky, pinkie finger wiggling in his ear. He lowered his head and caught Iruka's eye. He had the gall to wink.
Iruka spluttered, even more enraged when Shizune shushed him. How dare she shush me! He jerked his gaze from the indolent Copynin and waited for his moment.
///
"You lazy, torpid--"
Kakashi raised an eyebrow. Torpid?
"Infuriating, smug, son of a--"
"Ah, ah, Iruka-sensei. There are children about."
With a growl of rage, Iruka shook his fist. "You slug!"
"Now that's uncalled for--"
"Sloth!"
"I do not look like a--"
"You're an indifferent, lackadaisical--"
"Someone's been reading his thesaurus," he said tartly.
"Dilettante," finished Iruka, teeth clenched.
Kakashi smiled and leaned forward to whisper in Iruka's ear. "You've lost your yard."
And then he ran.
///
Oh, how Iruka loved a chase.
Kakashi might be the all powerful, sharingan-using copy-nin, but he ran like a girl. Iruka felt moderately bad about that sexist thought as he passed Sakura and Ino on a bridge, but even they were shaking their heads at Kakashi's slow effort.
Kakashi felt Iruka was hindered by working with children day in and day out.
"You're losing your edge," he said one night after sneaking up on Iruka.
"I was wearing headphones, for heaven's sake! And--"
"Yes, I'm sure a rogue nin would kindly ask you to take those off before he snuck up on you!"
"I'll get you, Hatake Kakashi! And when I do!" Iruka practically felt Kakashi's shiver of delight. "You'll shiver all right!"
He put on a burst of speed.
He'd get his inch back.
drabbles for kakairu-fest chidori drabble round:
Attrition
~490
Prompt: Kakashi is a programmable human 'doll,' available to clients as anything from a corporate assassin to a weekend lover. Iruka is the processor who hasn't quite been deleting all the information he should...
Iruka leaned forward as he spoke into the intercom. "Yes sir, I'm clearing him now. He has a mild cold, so I put him down for treatment before Section Four."
The response was crackled and distant. "Don't fuck this one up, Umino."
Iruka rolled his eyes before turning back to his keyboard. The paperwork was easy. Hell, coding was easy.
Waking him up was the hard part.
///
"You were in an accident," the young man said. "Our company is covering your medical treatment." He smiled, but it was a mechanical thing. Perfunctory.
Kakashi knew his name, but not much else. He knew he was in a hospital, but the smell wasn't quite right and the nurses were simply wrong. He couldn't figure out why it was so familiar. Why the smiling young man was so familiar...
"What's your name?"
The man's eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to speak, but just stared at Kakashi in surprise.
"You've never--I mean--you don't remember?"
"Why would I remember you?"
Now the young man looked downright nervous. "Oh, um, well I, the--paperwork! I processed the paperwork for the... for the, uh, s-ski rental."
"I rented skis?" Kakashi didn't know how to ski. Maybe that explained the accident.
The young man's response was a furious nod.
"And you are?"
"Oh," he said faintly. "I'm Umino Iruka." Iruka leaned forward in quick bow. "Pleased to meet you."
Kakashi's eyes narrowed. "I thought you said we'd already met."
"But you don't... Your memory is..."
"You spoke with my doctor? That's a breach of privacy if--"
"Sir, if you could please just sign this, I'll escort you to Section Four."
Kakashi smiled. He was more interested in Iruka than privacy. The ways his eyes danced from Kakashi's bare chest to his face--
Kakashi's thoughts broke off as he reached up to his left eye. "What happened to my eye? Am I a pirate?" He grinned, but Iruka looked rather pale.
"Th-that was... uh, b-before your, our, we had nothing to do with that, sir."
"Huh." Kakashi's finger trailed down the scar that went almost down to his mouth.
///
"So what's Section Four?"
"Reprogramming," Iruka muttered.
"What?" Kakashi stopped in his tracks.
"Treatment. You've got a cold." He blushed painfully. Don't fuck this up. We are so close.
After Iruka snapped the last connection into place, Kakashi grabbed his wrist. "I've never gone skiing. Who are you, Iruka? "
Iruka licked his lips. "We're almost done, sir." He touched Kakashi's cheek, finger grazing that scar, and hoped it was enough.
"You just have to trust me."
///fin
Flower | Adult | ~420
Warning: Dubious consent
Prompt: 'They spoke no words. The visitor, the host, the white chrysanthemum.'
They spoke no words. The visitor, the host, the white chrysanthemum.
Ryota
Iruka says nothing as he opens the door. His face is a mask, tight-lipped, even when Kakashi gives him the chrysanthemum, presenting it with great flourish.
He inclines his head slightly. The movement is stiff, not like Iruka at all. Still, he does not speak.
He takes the flower and turns, leaving the door open behind him. It is not welcoming, his open door, his open back, waiting for visitors, waiting for an attack.
Once inside, Kakashi is a guest, an honoured visitor. Iruka won't dare to defy him.
The Academy is closed for autumn holidays and Iruka is dressed in a dark kimono, the silk fabric making gentle whispers that complements the fresh air coming in from the windows. It sounds like the ocean, one of the few sounds that will lull Kakashi to deep sleep.
It's a dangerous sound. And suddenly he doesn't like it.
Iruka doesn't make a noise when he is tripped. They wrestle and Iruka struggles, but it's a front. Kakashi knows this as he holds Iruka down, pressing one hand over his wrist, leaning his forearm on Iruka's. Iruka's kimono falls open and Kakashi watches his chest rise and fall. His knee digs into Iruka's thigh. He knows it is painful, but Iruka doesn't flinch.
They are panting. Iruka looks away as Kakashi eases off of him. He slides his knee from Iruka. The movement pushes Iruka's legs further apart and Kakashi is enthralled by the way his body flushes red all the way down to his belly button.
Kakashi licks his lips as he touches Iruka's lips. He drags his fingertip down Iruka's chin, down his neck, down his chest, and doesn't stop until he gets to the loosely knotted belt low on his waist.
Iruka's breathing hitches.
Kakashi presses himself down to Iruka's body. They are both hot and hard. He works his mouth into the crook of Iruka's neck where it is turned away, forcing Iruka to look up, if not at him.
He bites.
This time Iruka flinches and whimpers and Kakashi stands.
Iruka is sprawled in the floor, flushed and disheveled, Kakashi standing between his legs. Still, he won't look at Kakashi.
Kakashi nudges his toe against the crease of Iruka's thigh. Iruka's lip trembles as his teeth bite down into the delicate flushed flesh.
Kakashi turns to leave and smiles.
He does not shut the door.
///fin
whew, so many drabbles to go read! ^_^
touch | ~100
prompt: When we are unable to find tranquility within ourselves, is is useless to seek it elsewhere
François de la Rochefoucauld
Kakashi reached out to touch Iruka. He couldn't decide if he was offended or turned on when Iruka flinched.
"Kakashi, you can't keep doing this." His voice was too low to be a whine, and his body moved the wrong way to mean what he said.
"I just need..." Kakashi trailed off, nipping at Iruka's neck. One hand was around Iruka's neck and he could feel Iruka's slow, steady heartbeat, trapped under his warm, warm skin.
The warmth lulled him. He needed Iruka. He would never find peace within himself. Iruka was his only chance.
waiting | ~100
prompt: It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both
Machiavelli
Iruka knew that Kakashi feared him.
The idea that he needed Iruka--and Iruka knew that was what he believed. He knew why Kakashi sought him out. It was too hard to push him away, too hard to say no, and simply not worth hiding out. Kakashi would find him wherever he went.
It wasn't love, it was only physical, but Iruka could not deny the complicated emotions that kept him from seeking help. For either one of them.
Kakashi's fear was far more intoxicating that his love.
But Iruka was willing to wait.
don't run from me | ~300
prompt: There is a saying among soldiers: it is easier to lose a yard than take an inch
Tao Te Ching, 69: Ambush
He never reacted raged Iruka. Hands in his pockets--clearly a sign of insecurity--careless slouch, that, that, scarecrow was a model of passivity.
Just look at him! Iruka stared, watching Kakashi stare at the sky, pinkie finger wiggling in his ear. He lowered his head and caught Iruka's eye. He had the gall to wink.
Iruka spluttered, even more enraged when Shizune shushed him. How dare she shush me! He jerked his gaze from the indolent Copynin and waited for his moment.
///
"You lazy, torpid--"
Kakashi raised an eyebrow. Torpid?
"Infuriating, smug, son of a--"
"Ah, ah, Iruka-sensei. There are children about."
With a growl of rage, Iruka shook his fist. "You slug!"
"Now that's uncalled for--"
"Sloth!"
"I do not look like a--"
"You're an indifferent, lackadaisical--"
"Someone's been reading his thesaurus," he said tartly.
"Dilettante," finished Iruka, teeth clenched.
Kakashi smiled and leaned forward to whisper in Iruka's ear. "You've lost your yard."
And then he ran.
///
Oh, how Iruka loved a chase.
Kakashi might be the all powerful, sharingan-using copy-nin, but he ran like a girl. Iruka felt moderately bad about that sexist thought as he passed Sakura and Ino on a bridge, but even they were shaking their heads at Kakashi's slow effort.
Kakashi felt Iruka was hindered by working with children day in and day out.
"You're losing your edge," he said one night after sneaking up on Iruka.
"I was wearing headphones, for heaven's sake! And--"
"Yes, I'm sure a rogue nin would kindly ask you to take those off before he snuck up on you!"
"I'll get you, Hatake Kakashi! And when I do!" Iruka practically felt Kakashi's shiver of delight. "You'll shiver all right!"
He put on a burst of speed.
He'd get his inch back.
drabbles for kakairu-fest chidori drabble round:
Attrition
~490
Prompt: Kakashi is a programmable human 'doll,' available to clients as anything from a corporate assassin to a weekend lover. Iruka is the processor who hasn't quite been deleting all the information he should...
Iruka leaned forward as he spoke into the intercom. "Yes sir, I'm clearing him now. He has a mild cold, so I put him down for treatment before Section Four."
The response was crackled and distant. "Don't fuck this one up, Umino."
Iruka rolled his eyes before turning back to his keyboard. The paperwork was easy. Hell, coding was easy.
Waking him up was the hard part.
///
"You were in an accident," the young man said. "Our company is covering your medical treatment." He smiled, but it was a mechanical thing. Perfunctory.
Kakashi knew his name, but not much else. He knew he was in a hospital, but the smell wasn't quite right and the nurses were simply wrong. He couldn't figure out why it was so familiar. Why the smiling young man was so familiar...
"What's your name?"
The man's eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to speak, but just stared at Kakashi in surprise.
"You've never--I mean--you don't remember?"
"Why would I remember you?"
Now the young man looked downright nervous. "Oh, um, well I, the--paperwork! I processed the paperwork for the... for the, uh, s-ski rental."
"I rented skis?" Kakashi didn't know how to ski. Maybe that explained the accident.
The young man's response was a furious nod.
"And you are?"
"Oh," he said faintly. "I'm Umino Iruka." Iruka leaned forward in quick bow. "Pleased to meet you."
Kakashi's eyes narrowed. "I thought you said we'd already met."
"But you don't... Your memory is..."
"You spoke with my doctor? That's a breach of privacy if--"
"Sir, if you could please just sign this, I'll escort you to Section Four."
Kakashi smiled. He was more interested in Iruka than privacy. The ways his eyes danced from Kakashi's bare chest to his face--
Kakashi's thoughts broke off as he reached up to his left eye. "What happened to my eye? Am I a pirate?" He grinned, but Iruka looked rather pale.
"Th-that was... uh, b-before your, our, we had nothing to do with that, sir."
"Huh." Kakashi's finger trailed down the scar that went almost down to his mouth.
///
"So what's Section Four?"
"Reprogramming," Iruka muttered.
"What?" Kakashi stopped in his tracks.
"Treatment. You've got a cold." He blushed painfully. Don't fuck this up. We are so close.
After Iruka snapped the last connection into place, Kakashi grabbed his wrist. "I've never gone skiing. Who are you, Iruka? "
Iruka licked his lips. "We're almost done, sir." He touched Kakashi's cheek, finger grazing that scar, and hoped it was enough.
"You just have to trust me."
///fin
Flower | Adult | ~420
Warning: Dubious consent
Prompt: 'They spoke no words. The visitor, the host, the white chrysanthemum.'
They spoke no words. The visitor, the host, the white chrysanthemum.
Ryota
Iruka says nothing as he opens the door. His face is a mask, tight-lipped, even when Kakashi gives him the chrysanthemum, presenting it with great flourish.
He inclines his head slightly. The movement is stiff, not like Iruka at all. Still, he does not speak.
He takes the flower and turns, leaving the door open behind him. It is not welcoming, his open door, his open back, waiting for visitors, waiting for an attack.
Once inside, Kakashi is a guest, an honoured visitor. Iruka won't dare to defy him.
The Academy is closed for autumn holidays and Iruka is dressed in a dark kimono, the silk fabric making gentle whispers that complements the fresh air coming in from the windows. It sounds like the ocean, one of the few sounds that will lull Kakashi to deep sleep.
It's a dangerous sound. And suddenly he doesn't like it.
Iruka doesn't make a noise when he is tripped. They wrestle and Iruka struggles, but it's a front. Kakashi knows this as he holds Iruka down, pressing one hand over his wrist, leaning his forearm on Iruka's. Iruka's kimono falls open and Kakashi watches his chest rise and fall. His knee digs into Iruka's thigh. He knows it is painful, but Iruka doesn't flinch.
They are panting. Iruka looks away as Kakashi eases off of him. He slides his knee from Iruka. The movement pushes Iruka's legs further apart and Kakashi is enthralled by the way his body flushes red all the way down to his belly button.
Kakashi licks his lips as he touches Iruka's lips. He drags his fingertip down Iruka's chin, down his neck, down his chest, and doesn't stop until he gets to the loosely knotted belt low on his waist.
Iruka's breathing hitches.
Kakashi presses himself down to Iruka's body. They are both hot and hard. He works his mouth into the crook of Iruka's neck where it is turned away, forcing Iruka to look up, if not at him.
He bites.
This time Iruka flinches and whimpers and Kakashi stands.
Iruka is sprawled in the floor, flushed and disheveled, Kakashi standing between his legs. Still, he won't look at Kakashi.
Kakashi nudges his toe against the crease of Iruka's thigh. Iruka's lip trembles as his teeth bite down into the delicate flushed flesh.
Kakashi turns to leave and smiles.
He does not shut the door.
///fin
whew, so many drabbles to go read! ^_^