| KI DESTRUCTION - THE DRABBLE SERIES Title: Naked Genre: Introspective... kinda... pervy Kakashiness Comment: Kakashi can't see Iruka naked. It's strange now that he thought about it how ridiculously covered Iruka was. To his knowledge, the man had never been out of uniform in his life. He could hardly picture the chuunin without the vest, even in his mind. Kakashi had always thought he could picture anyone naked if he tried, and not very hard at that. Iruka however failed to appear. Always covered from head to toe in uniform, shoulders buffered by the thick padding of the vest, legs hidden behind loose dark material and even his hair was hidden away by the persistant hair tie. Other men he knew slept naked, or at least only in trousers. Unfortunately he knew this only in the platonic sense. Iruka however... Iruka slept in his uniform. Or something that looked exactly like it. Black long sleeve turtle neck, black loose pants. Maybe the man had no other clothes. He was only a chuunin after all. They don't earn much. Kakashi looked away casually as Iruka turned to peer back at him suspiciously. In his head it was a game every lunch time to see how long he could stare without getting caught. 3 months and counting. Still no nakedness. "Why the hell do you keep doing that?" Anko nudged him. "Can't see him naked." Anko shot him a disturbed look. "You are a sick, strange man Hatake." "Yeah." He watched as Iruka frustratingly covered more skin, adjusting his hitaiate to cover his forhead to his eyebrows, pulling back the stray strands of hair without ever loosening the tie. Kakashi had to look away again, right into Anko's amused and somewhat annoyed grin. "Can you see me naked?" It really was a bad idea getting two individuals who are so inappropriately blunt at the wrong times, talking. Kakashi turned his head and ran his eyes down Anko's body before dismissing her completely. "Yes." "And?" "Nice boobs." The predictable mix of satisfaction and anger practically rolled off her as she stomped off. Iruka walked past him, a stack of papers in his arms, covering everything of his face except his eyes. It has to be some sort of gift to do that, be completely fantasy inapplicable. Nope, still not naked. Well he'd had enough. Kakashi stood, and followed the chuunin out the door. Iruka nearly jumped a foot in the air when a hand landed on his shoulder, propelling him backwards into the classroom wall. An undignified yelp escaped his lips as the stack of papers was ripped from his hands, and casually tossed over a shoulder. He looked outraged as Kakashi's grip tightened around his shoulder. Kakashi's single blue eye pierced through him with solemn intensity. "Take off your clothes." *** Title: Go Genre: Shameless summer fic complete with naked ninja manchest Characters: Kakashi x Iruka (or enough innuendo to explode your eyeballs) Comments: Once again with the sorta kinda drabble porn. Woot. Shameless use of ice and water for innuendo. Two men stared across the board at each other. "Your turn." Kakashi tilted his head in challenge, sweat glistening on his neck, soaking through the damp fabric of his mask. Two black stones flipped from his fingers in lazy juggling. Iruka lifted his head from scrutinsing the board, drowsily fanning himself with an old newspaper. White stones were built up in a perfect balanced pyramid in a small bucket of melting ice. He picked one off the top with his spare hand, ran it down his bare chest with a relieved hiss and placed it on the board. Kakashi's eyes trailed the path of the white stone before simply throwing down one in his hand next to it on the board. "It's not fair for you to use the Sharingan Kakashi-sensei." Iruka commented mildly. "Can't cheat at Go." Kakashi moved a bit to the left, letting the cool wood of his new position on the porch soak through his skin. "Too hot to wear a hitaiate." Goes without saying it was definitely too hot to even consider wearing a shirt. "The mask?" "A matter of principle." "Shouldn't you have something better to do than play Go with me on such a lovely summer day?" Iruka bent over the edge of the porch to grab one of the many buckets of water lying there, emptying the contents over his head in one smooth action. The water ran in rivlets down his chest soaking through the material of his pants to cling to the muscles underneath. "No. Can't think of a single thing." Kakashi enjoyed the view, feeling his brain cells fizzle as Iruka shot him a look over his shoulder. "Stop asking questions. It's your turn again." Iruka picked up another iced stone and simply held it in his hand for a moment before setting it down. "Now it isn't." Kakashi ran a hand through his sweat locked hair, his hand trailing downwards to his neck to absentmindedly finger the cool metal of the dog tags resting against his chest. He may have the Sharingan but the odds were certainly not in his favour. Especially if Iruka kept looking at him like that. Black stone next to white. "I'll win," Iruka stated, smiling. Kakashi shrugged. "Probably. Go isn't my game." "Oh? Then what is?" Iruka asked. Kakashi stood and stretched languidly, feeling the eyes on his back. "My game involves a lot more skin and larger playing pieces. More fun too." Their eyes met. Iruka nodded slowly. "I'll win at that too." Mmm... Seme!Iruka... *** Title: Iruka doesn't love him. Genre: 'Looking underneath the underneath' type introspective. Interpret as you will. Rating: Hard R. Comments: Your random drabble pRon injection. Inspired by the lovely cool angst tones of 'Water' and for once, trying to make Iruka less of a sop. Status: COMPLETEly ... a drabble. "I don't love you." Kakashi's hand didn't hesitate, wrapping around him firmly and stroking once up, and down, making Iruka's voice hitch and turn into a moan. "I don't love you." The words were sucked out of his mouth, mixed between their mingled breaths and trapped back inside as Kakashi's tongue nearly filled Iruka's mouth. Neither of them were small, but in these times it seemed Kakashi overwhelmed him, his body a wall pressing down on him like heated smooth marble, too hard, too heavy against mere human flesh. Iruka wanted it, wanted to be it, wanted to be inside it, wanted it to be inside him. "I don't love y---ah!" Fingers squeezed his nipple, releasing only when they were thoroughly red, sensitive even to the rub of their chests, making him writhe and want, and want. Kakashi pressed down, their cocks rubbing together, taking away Iruka's ability for words. The vowels came out but they were lost in moans, fading into vapour in the heated air. Kakashi's hair brushed his cheek, the slither of tongue around his ear, the following bite into his shoulder as they both lost themselves in sensation. Iruka's hands reached around to Kakashi's back, gripping, loosening, until he could imagine they created the rhythm of his words on Kakashi's skin. His eyes opened wide as he was breached, then closed, half lidded, too lost to even convey it in looks. Kakashi probably knew he was thinking it. It was a chant inside his mind, carefully drawn back with each mind blowing thrust of flesh and pleasure, shattered as his body was claimed with each touch, each caress of lips and hands, but always pulled back, fighting if need be, into conscious thought. "I don't love y--" Iruka felt the race of blood in his veins and the stars overwhelm him, could only gasp, "Kakashi," before he exploded, and the heat and ecstasy drowned out all the rest. Afterwards, when they were dressed, Kakashi would smile at him, would pull him close, and whisper in his ear, "I don't love you either," before the mask replaced the smile and kisses were only the cool press of cloth on skin. Iruka would smile back, because it was tradition, because he was a ninja, and because he didn't love him. But of course, when you look underneath the underneath... ^^ *** |