Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Libido. ❯ Libido ch.2 ( Chapter 2 )

The next day, Kakashi went hunting. He figured he would at least give Anko a chance to explain. He found her near the training grounds, making is very tempting to not let her talk.

“Anko,” he growled, his temper getting the better of him.

“Oh, hey there, Kakashi,” a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Don't `hey there' me, why did you put those drugs in Iruka's medicine cabinet?” his hands turned into fist as he spoke.

It didn't nerve Anko one bit, “Ah, so he took one?”

“He took both!” he said between gritted teeth, “he thought they were aspirin!”

“Well, that was the idea,” she grinned, “He took both, huh? That must have been interesting.”

“Damnit, Anko!” he was feeling irritated now, “Why did you -“

“Hey, it's not like if you didn't enjoy it,” she said smugly.

Kakashi narrowed his eye, “That has nothing to do with this.”

“But you did - “

“I always do! I - we, don't need any drugs to - what? Improve? Our sex lives!” he nearly yelled out of frustration. But Kakashi doesn't yell, he just becomes more intimidating, “There is nothing to improve.”

Anko cringed at the words, “Well…” she gave a defeated sigh, “Sorry then. I would have thought you two would have had fun.” Kakashi glared at her, “How is he doing though?” she couldn't help but grin, “With the side effects.”

Kakashi's eye twitched, “Side effects?”

Anko's grin only grew, “Yes, side effects. Random shocks to the person's libido, and since he took two…” he trailed off, a giggle in her voice.

“Damnit, Anko,” he formed the seals for the teleportation jutsu, “I'll deal with you later.”

Anko continued grinning despite of herself.

~*~*~

Kakashi reappeared in Iruka's living room and went into the bedroom, where he left the younger man in the morning. He froze when he opened the door. Iruka was sprawled on the bed, pleasuring himself, his tan hand pumping at his straining erection, rocking his hips as the other tweaked his nipples. He was flushed and panting for air as his hand quickened. Half lidded chocolate eyes turned to him, the gaze making his pants uncomfortably tight.

“Kakashi,” he breathed and blushed under his already flushed face. His hand continued stroking and pumping at his erection, not being able to control himself.

Oh, shit, Kakashi choked on a groan and shed off his vest, trying to cool himself down. He stalked to the chunin, climbing onto the bed and stopping the tan hand.

“N-no-,” Iruka whimpered, “I n-need to -“

“Let me,” he whispered and lowered his lips to the tip of the sobbing member, licking the drops of precum, making the tan body twitch.

“Kakashi,” a loud moan escaped his throat as warm lips wrapped around his member, licking and sucking and making him lose himself. Pale hands held him down not allowing him to rock his hips. The skilled tongue dragged along his shaft, massaging his tip before driving to the hilt again. He whimpered when the mouth moved away. He heard a zipper open and the warm body shift in between his parted legs. He gasped when Kakashi's warm hand took hold of his erection, and aligned it with his own, “'Kashi,” he began to rock his hips as the warm hand began to stroke their erection, grinding and creating a wonderful friction that had Iruka gasping for air.

“Iruka,” he moaned and pressed himself closer to the younger man.

Iruka's hands went to his shirt and pulled it off, exposing the pale skin for his hands to wander. All too soon he felt a tightness in his stomach making his hips rock desperately to grind against his lover, “'Kashi,” he whimpered in frustration and tears formed in his eyes.

Kakashi leaned down and locked the younger man's lips with his own. Kissing him sensually and his hand quickened, their rhythm in perfect sync and harmony. Iruka gasped and pulled away and cried his lover's name as he came, the hot come spilling on his stomach. He shuddered as Kakashi continued to stroke his sensitive member.

“Iruka,” he moaned and buried his face into the younger man's neck, “oh god, Ruru.” Iruka regained his composure and pulled Kakashi closer, a hand on the small of his small and began to rock against him, grinding into him and giving his member the much desired friction it needed. Kakashi gasped against his neck before groaning, his hips jerking as he came, his seeds mingling with Iruka's.

They both laid panting for air and basking in the afterglow. Iruka trailed his fingers along the curve of the older man's spine, making Kakashi purr against his neck.

Kakashi recovered from his boneless state and propped himself on his elbows, “Are you alright?”

“I think so, yeah,” Iruka nodded.

“I talked to Anko,” he expression dropped, “She said that there's side effects.”

“Side effects?” Iruka's eyes widened a fraction, “What kind -,” realization struck him, “Wait - you mean…just now…”

Kakashi nodded, “I think so…” he pulled away, and grinned, “You need a shower.”

Iruka blushed and sat up, pushing himself up on shaking arms. Kakashi's eyes filled with concern.

“Want me to help you shower?” Iruka gave a contemplative look, considering him. He raised a hand in defense, “I'll behave.”

Iruka narrowed his eyes, “Alright.” Kakashi helped him to the bathroom and completely undressed himself. They got into the shower, Iruka trying very hard not to look at the older man. Kakashi pressed against him as he reached for the sponge to wash him, Iruka shivered at the contact, his sensitive skin making it impossible not to get aroused. He took the extra sponge and lathered it up with soap to scrub at the mess on his stomach. A gentle hand began to scrub at his back, grazing the diagonal scar that crossed his spine.

Come on, Iruka, get a hold of yourself, he told himself, trying to ignore the gentle touches that really shouldn't feel so sensual. He distracted himself with scrubbing his chest and arms. He felt a hand on his waist turn him around. Kakashi had the shampoo bottle in his hand and poured a generous amount on Iruka's hair and began to lather. Iruka swallowed and took a step back.

“I-I can do it,” he gave him a sheepish smile and turned away to wash his hair.

Kakashi looked at him, Is he embarrassed? He frowned, Damn that Anko. He took the shampoo bottle and poured some on his own head and began lathering it, closing his eyes to prevent the suds getting in his eyes.

Iruka rinsed and looked back at the older man. Kakashi had his head dipped forward as he scrubbed the back of his head, the suds trailing down the pale skin, making Iruka's eyes follow them, mesmerized. The water and suds followed the contours of firm muscles and trailed white scars. Iruka's mouth went dry and felt himself blush.

Kakashi lifted his head and cracked an eye open when he felt the younger man's gaze on him. It was a bad idea. Suds got into his eyes, burning and stinging them. His instincts made him rub them, but hands stopped his.

“Don't, you'll get more soap in them,” he pulled the older man under the spray, and found himself trapped between his lover and the tiled wall.

Kakashi rinsed his hair and blinked his eyes into the water, getting the stinging soap out of them. He blinked away the dryness and looked at the younger man, who was averting his gaze and blushing furiously.

Iruka swallowed and tried to step back, trying to keep his libido in check, but a knob stabbed him on the small of his back making his hips jerk forward against the older man's groin. He gasped and gripped Kakashi's biceps as his body flushed.

Kakashi held Iruka by the elbow, steadying him when the younger man's knees nearly gave out. He noticed that Iruka's breathing was ragged, “Iruka?”

Iruka whimpered and ducked his head frustrated with himself, he tried to push the older man away, but didn't have the heart to do so, “Kakashi,” it came as a choked whimper.

Kakashi stepped back, “I'm sorry,” he said softly, “Maybe I shouldn't have joined you…”

Iruka pushed himself off the wall and tried to calm himself, he looked up and into the mismatched eyes, and a deep concern filled them. His stomach made a flip and he closed the distance between them, he cupped the pale face and pulled him down for a kiss. Kakashi pulled him closer, pressing his lover's arousals against his hardening member. Iruka wrapped his arms around Kakashi's neck and deepened the kiss. A gentle hand on the small of his back held him close as the other cupped his cheek, moving back to tangle into his hair, deepening the kiss even further. He was pressed against the tiled wall, the coolness sending a shiver down his spine. A hand traveled down his thigh and he raised it, hooking it around the older man's waist. Kakashi lifted him, breaking the kiss, and pressed him against the wall as his other leg joined its pair. The older man kissed his neck as he lowered him, slowly pushing his length into him. Iruka's breath hitched and he wrapped his arms around Kakashi neck again, locking his gaze with the mismatched pair. His eyes fluttered closed as Kakashi fully seated himself, securely holding him as he began a slow pace. He rested his forehead on the older man's shoulder, sighs mixed with moans while the older man kept the steady pace. He threaded his fingers into the silver locks, his nose bumping into the scarred pale cheek. He licked the drops of water, following them to his lover's soft lips. Kakashi met him in the kiss, and began to put more force into his thrust, hitting deeper and stroking the cluster of nerves. Iruka moaned into the kiss and tried rocking his hips, but Kakashi pressed him harder onto the wall. Pale hips shifted stroking the younger man's prostate more sensually, causing Iruka to break the kiss throwing his head back and nearly hitting the wall. He ducked his head back down and moved his hands to the front, trailing his hands over the firm pectorals, pinching pink nipples and lightly dragged his blunt nails. Kakashi moaned and quickened his pace, making Iruka grip the pale shoulders instead.

“Iruka,” he breathed, and kissed a scared cheek, his nose bumping into it with the rhythm.

“'Kashi, I…,” he gasped for air, and felt the familiar tightness in his stomach, a hot blush coming to his cheeks.

Kakashi pressed harder into him, and began rolling his hips, giving the desired friction to Iruka's ignored member. Iruka's legs tightened around him as the tan body twitched and a low moan bounced off the tiled walls. The hot seeds spreading in between them. Kakashi buried his face into the tan neck and quickened his pace, searching for his release. He felt Iruka flex around him, tightening the heat that drove Kakashi mad with pleasure. Pale hips jerked against the younger man's, filling Iruka. He held on to Iruka, keeping him from sliding down the wall.

“Kakashi,” he whispered and nuzzled his jawline, “'Kashi.” Kakashi shifted and pulled out of the younger man making Iruka shudder.

He slowly set Iruka down, steadying him with his hands, “You need another shower.” Hazy eyes looked into his, a small smile on his lips. Iruka nodded. They quickly washed each other off for the water was beginning to cool. They dried off and dressed into sweatpants and worn t-shirts.

“Are you hungry?” Kakashi asked following the younger man into the living room. At the mention of food, Iruka's stomach grumbled. Kakashi chuckled, “I'll take that as a yes.”

Iruka turned towards him, “Kakashi, did Anko tell you why she put those drugs in my cabinet?”

Kakashi shook his head, “No, though I think she intended for us to have fun,” he gave Iruka a concerned look, “And I don't think you're enjoying it like she intended to.”

Iruka's eyes widened before averting his gaze, looking off to one side, “I…it's embarrassing, not being able to control yourself…”

Kakashi closed the distance between and stroked a tan cheek, making the chunin to look at him, “Then it's a good thing I'm here right?” Iruka blushed. Kakashi smiled, he pulled the chunin into a warm embrace, “I'm here when you need me, whether it be emotionally or physically, alright? So, please, there's no need to be embarrassed between us.” Iruka sighed and returned the embrace. Kakashi pulled away and looked at his lover, “I'll go get something to eat. Any preference?” The younger man shook his head.

“I'm just hungry,” he gave the older man a small smile, “just not ramen.”

Kakashi laughed, “Alright,” he turned back into the bedroom and changed into his dark, standard uniform pants, letting them rim around his ankles as he bypassed his leg bindings, and slipped on his mask before slipping into a dark gray hooded sweater. Iruka walked out of the kitchen with a cup of tea as he reentered the living. Iruka gave him an amused look as he passed him to sit on the couch.

“What?”

“Nothing,” the amused smile on his face said otherwise. Kakashi frowned. Iruka chuckled, “Sorry, it's just that sometimes you look silly with that mask on.”

Kakashi thought about how he looked. And tried not to laugh that he indeed did look odd, more like half ninja, half civilian. He smiled under his mask and tied on his hitai ate, earning him a snort from the younger man who tried covering it up with a cough. Kakashi looked at him, and they stared at each other, suddenly engaging in a staring contest. Iruka lost when he began to laugh uncontrollably, making Kakashi laugh with him.

“I'll be back in a while,” he said before leaving the apartment, and the laughing chunin.

~*~*~

Kakashi waited for his order of domburi topped with beef and vegetables, a side order of yakitori, and tempura. After ordering, he realized that his hunger spoke for him and probably ordered too much food.

“Kakashi!” a voice chirped from behind him.

He mentally groaned knowing who it was, he turned and it was confirmed, “Anko.”

Anko looked around, “Where's Iruka?”

“I'm getting take-out,” he said simply, he just didn't want to talk to this girl right now.

“Ah, he couldn't walk?” she teased, earning her a death glare from the silver haired jounin. She raised her hands in defense, “Sorry sorry.”

“You damn should be. I never got my answer you know,” he told her, his lone eye glaring, “Why did you put those drugs in his cabinet?”

“I thought I made that clear,” she frowned.

“I thought I made it clear when I threw them out the first time you gave them to me.”

“Oh, right. But I thought that was quite unfair, not letting Iruka even know about them.”

Kakashi was ready to snap, “That still doesn't tell me why you broke in and left them in his apartment.”

“I'm telling you, I just wanted to add some spice into your guys' romp time.”

“Add?” he groaned trying to keep himself in check, “You know what, I think I'll just let Iruka deal with you.”

Anko whipped her head at him, “What!?” she was suddenly terrified.

Kakashi mentally grinned, and took his order taking the young woman on the other side of the counter, he turned his attention back to the terrified kunoichi, “You heard me,” he said simply and began to leave the restaurant.

“No - wait! I won't do it again! Promise!” she cringed when she didn't get a response. I think it's time for me to take that mission now.

~*~*~

Kakashi entered the apartment and found the chunin…knitting? He quirked an eyebrow. Iruka sat on the couch with his legs crossed, feet tucked under his thighs as the needles worked with dark gray yarn.

“You knit?”

“No,” Iruka said simply, staying focused on his knitting, “I just know how.”

Kakashi walked into the kitchen, wait…he walked back into the living and looked at the chunin, “Why are you knitting?”

Iruka's attention didn't leave his needlework, “…Needed something to do.”

Kakashi eyed him as he nodded his head, he turned back into the kitchen and hesitated before walking back into the living, “Do you want to eat in here?”

“Sure,” the needles continued clicking against each other.

Kakashi pushed the coffee table closer and placed the bag on top. He removed his hitai ate and slipped his mask down, letting it pool around his neck as he took off the hooded sweater.

Iruka's eyes shot up at the older man's t-shirt rode up with sweater. He swallowed and forced himself back to his knitting. He knew Kakashi wasn't doing it intentionally, which made him inwardly groan, He doesn't even know how hot and sexy he is, Iruka blushed at his thought and ducked his head further down, his hair making a rather good curtain to hide behind.

Kakashi dropped the sweater over the arm of the couch and threw his mask over it before taking the contents out of the bag. He took a cushion off the couch and placed it on the floor, and sat on it. He opened a bowl of bomburi, letting the aroma fill the room and shot a sideway glance at the younger man, who was hidden behind a curtain of chocolate hair.

“Iruka?”

“Hmm?” the needles continued clicking.

“Uh…are you going to eat?”

Iruka looked up at the coffee table, “Oh, right,” he set his needles next to him and took the offered bowl from the older man, “Thank you.”

Kakashi nodded, “I...uh, bumped into Anko again.”

Iruka looked at him, “Oh? Did she tell you why she did it yet?”

Kakashi sighed, “It's a stupid reason, but I told her that I'll let you deal with her,” he shot him a grin, “I don't think you'll see her for a couple of weeks.”

Iruka chuckled and shook his head, “What was her reasoning?”

Kakashi swallowed his food, “Uh…what did she say, ah yes, she wanted to `add some spice into our romp time'”

Iruka choked on his rice, “W-what?”

“Exactly,” Kakashi opened another box that contained the tempura, “I think I got too much food.”

Iruka looked at the containers, “What does that one have?” he pointed at the closed one with his chopsticks.

“Yakitori,” Iruka looked at him nearly disbelieving, “I know, I was hungry when I ordered all of this.”

Iruka laughed and took a tempura, placing it in his bowl.

“What are you knitting?” Kakashi gestured towards the gray yarn.

“Oh, uh,” he looked at the length of it, “Um…a scarf?”

Kakashi raised an amused eyebrow, “Do you even know?”

“Uh, I just started knitting…I didn't have anything planned,” Iruka blushed, hoping that the older man wouldn't use his `see the underneath the underneath' theory on him.

Kakashi looked intently at him, before continuing eating; You're trying to fight your libido, aren't you. He got up, “Tea?”

“Please,” Iruka said with a smile.

Kakashi went into the kitchen and made the tea. He walked back to the living room and found the chunin concentrating on his knitting again. Kakashi smiled, “Your tea.”

Iruka nearly jumped at the sound of the deep voice, “Oh, thank you,” he reached for the cup, and their fingers brushed, the soft touch making a shiver run down his spine and lose the grip on the cup. The hot tea splotched on his hand when he tried catching it.

“Shit,” Kakashi cursed softly and took Iruka's wrist, pulling him to stand and took him to the kitchen to run the burn under cold water, “I'm sorry.”

“No, it was my fault,” the burn began to turn red, making an imprint of how big the burn really was, running along the outside of his thumb and nearly covering half of the back of his hand.

Kakashi left to the bathroom and retrieved the first aid kit. He turned off the cold water, and Iruka made a noise as the burning sensation began again, “Sorry.” He took the salve and spread a generous amount on the burn, massaging it and soothing the skin. The tan hand twitched in his, making him look up into the tan face, and noticed the dark blush on the tan cheeks. Kakashi looked back down at the burned hand; looking past he noticed the growing bulge in the younger man's sweatpants. He snugly bandaged the burned hand and kissed it, “There.”

“T-thank you,” he pale hands held on to his, one brushing up his arm and pulled him closer, “Ka-kashi-,” he tried to protest but a soft kiss cut him off, the lingering of the older man's lips making him shiver.

“It would be better if you don't ignore your libido, Iruka,” he said softly against his lips, “It would make it easier on you.” He kissed the younger man, this time more passionate, pulling him closer, their bodies pressing together sensually. Iruka moaned into the kiss, their hips pressed together, feeling the older man's warmth so close.

Kakashi snaked his hands into the younger man's t-shirt, dragging his hands up the tan torso, following the contours of muscles and dragged along to the back, grazing along shoulder blades and lightly brushing the sensitive diagonal scar that made the chunin arch towards him. Kakashi stepped forward and maneuvered them towards the kitchen table; they pulled away to breath and reengaged the kiss, hungrily tasting each other. He kicked away a chair and pushed the younger man onto the flat, sturdy surface. Kakashi grinned down at the flushed younger man, the sight was rather delicious, but there were too many clothes. He pulled off Iruka's shirt and began to lavish kisses along the torso, teasing the dark nipples into hard nubs, the sighs and moans only fueled his lust for the younger man as he continued his way downwards. His hands dipped under the waistband of the sweatpants, pulling it down slightly to reveal sharp hipbones. He grinned and nibbled, making the tan body twitch under him, his hands tugged the pants down as he continued to kiss and lick the crease along the joint of hips and legs, purposely ignoring the hardened member that was begging for attention. The pants dropped to the floor, his hands now free to gently spread the tan legs, dragging his hands along the younger man's upper thighs.

He grinned down at Iruka, “Dessert.”

Iruka blushed and bit his lip as he watched the older man remove his own shirt, admiring the older man's build and complexion. Kakashi smiled at him and undid his pants, letting them drop to the ground to meet the sweatpants.

Kakashi pulled Iruka by the hips to the edge of the table, and leaned down and kissed him deeply. Tan fingers threaded into his hair and pulled him closer. Their hips slowly began to rock against each other, making both lovers moan into the kiss. He pulled away and smiled down at the younger man, “Don't move,” he said before moving away from the younger and walking out of the kitchen and into the bedroom to retrieve the lube. A grin on his face when he reclaimed his position, “Now, where were we.”

Iruka felt a slick finger tease and push pass his entrance, and he instantly relaxed, wanting more than just fingers in him, “H-hurry `Kashi.” Kakashi only grinned at him as he pushed in another finger, brushing against the sensitive gland. Iruka moaned, one of his hands gripped the edge of the table as the other reached for the older man.

Kakashi complied and leaned down, letting the younger man to pull him in for a hungry kiss, “Ruru,” he whispered against his lover's lips, withdrawing his fingers and positioning himself in front of the welcoming entrance.

Iruka raised his knees and hooked his legs around his lover's waist. Pale hands pulled him closer to the edge of the table as Kakashi began to push into him. His eyes fell closed, enjoying the pleasure of being filled by his lover. He arched off the table as Kakashi fully seated himself, sending an electric pulse down his spine, “'Kashi,” he breathed and felt the older man nibble on his ear lobe, and loving nuzzle his jaw. Iruka rocked his hips making Kakashi moan into his neck.

Kakashi braced himself on his elbows and began to rock his hips against the younger man, “Iruka,” he groaned and leaned back and pushed in harder, hitting deeper, making the chunin moan loudly and grip the table.

“Oh-god-`Kashi,” he panted for air and dug his heel into the small of Kakashi's back.

Kakashi growled and took a tan leg, hooking it on his shoulder and drove deeper into the younger man, making Iruka cry out and blush hotter.

“'Kashi - S-so good, oh god -,” he rocked his hips with the steady rhythm, gasping when Kakashi quickened his speed, “F-faster, p-please-“

Kakashi moved his hands to the tan hips and complied. Pushing in faster and deeper into the hot heat, making the tan body arch off the table with pleasure. His hips slapped against the younger man's, brushing and stoking the sensitive gland with every thrust. He groaned and began to roll his hips. Iruka gasped and his breathing began to come and go in short gasping pants.

“'Kashi, oh - so good - y-yes -,” he moaned and looked at the older man, seeing the pale face furrowed with concentration and passion. Iruka watched as a pale hand took his sobbing member and began to slowly stroke it, squeezing and dragging his palm sensually along his shaft. Mismatched eyes focused on him and locked their gazes.

“'Kashi, I - I love you,” he felt the familiar tightness in his stomach, “'Kashi-,” he voice broke as his own moan interrupted him, he was close, so close.

Kakashi noticed the desperate look on Iruka's face and leaned back down, once he was in reach, Iruka pulled him down and kissed him. A kiss that took Kakashi's breath away. Tan arms wrapping around his neck, enveloping in the warmth that he loved so much, held so dear, and that owned his heart. He felt Iruka twitch and hold him closer as his warm seeds spilled in between them, and onto his hand. He felt Iruka twitch and flex around his organ, making his hips jerk and thrust short, fast and deep and spill his own seeds deep within his lover. They broke the kiss panting against each other lips. Lips brushed against each other in lazy kisses as they basked in the afterglow, “I love you,” he whispered against his lover's lips. Chocolate eyes look deep into his, a smile spreading on his lover's lips before they kissed him again, softly and sweetly. He slipped an arm under the tan torso, wanting to hold his lover in his arms. An arm pillowed the brunette's head as they kissed, forgetting that they were in the kitchen, forgetting that their dinner laid forgotten in the living room. It was only them and their love for each other.