Author: Carcinya (Isolde on Fanfiction(dot)net)
Author E-mail: carcinya(at)aol(dot)com
Keywords: Naruto Iruka Kakashi
Summary: He may fool others, but not you. Companion piece to "Anything". Drabble, IruKaka
Disclaimer: This story is based on situations and characters created and owned by Masashi Kishimoto, various publishers including but not limited to TV Tokyo. The song and the plot are mine. No money is being made and no copyright infringement intended.
Now, now, people. If Naruto was mine, do you really think I'd be sitting at my computer, sipping bad coffee, and writing bad fanfiction? Honestly.
Author's notes: I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistake there might be in this story. I am French, and still only learning the beautiful language that is English. Any comments are welcome, but obviously flames will be used to roast marshmallows. Or flamers.
I recommendreading "Anything" before this one, but it can also be read as a stand-alone, I guess.
"Everything" - Iruka (486 words)
He does not realize what he is doing to you. Or perhaps he does -- you wouldn't put it past it him to play with you. He is Jounin, and you've been told Jounin do this sort of things -- it is their fashion, to toy with their prey before killing them.
Sometimes he will look at you strangely as he hands you his mission report -- late, as usual, but then after two years you don't really expect less from him.
You can read it in his eyes.
He may fool others -- he is clever, extremely clever -- but not you.
No, not you.
Today is no exception.
The glazed eyes, the slightly parted lips, the rapidly quickening breath does not escape your scrutiny. You know he's indulging in some dirty fantasy of his, in that uncanny way you have of simply knowing when one of your students is not paying attention -- with absolute certainty and no small amount of indignation.
Only Kakashi is not one your pupils -- God forbid, you think quickly -- and with annoyance comes an inescapable realization.
He wants you.
You feel, almost instantly, invariably, your body responding in kind. Desire flares.
Before him, you did not know you were capable of harboring such intense feelings. You thought love was all sweet caresse and sweet whispers and sweet promises, and he has proved you wrong.
For you love him, and there is nothing even remotely sweet about him. He is harsh and intense, fascinating and frightening, immensely intelligent and profoundly scarred.
Yet you want him.
You want to pin him against the nearest wall and take him and make him scream his throat raw; slide inside him, feel him clench around you, so hot and so tight and so good, kiss him with all the rage of repressed passion, and thrust into him till he forgets everything but you, and you can feel that powerful man helplessly trembling with pleasure in your arms; till you are certain to have irremediably branded him as yours.
You want to do all these things, and you could, really -- is it late, there is only the two of you left in the mission room.
But you will not.
You want more than he is ready to give you.
You want everything.
But tonight a strange feeling nags at your consciousness.
What if ...?
What if ...
Chin propped on a fist, you watch him make for the doors of the mission room, all slow, lazy, effortless grace.
And you wonder if maybe everything is too much to ask.
He turns around to face you, tilting his head to the side. "Iruka-sensei?"
Suddenly you are at a loss for words. Kakashi has crossed the room in an eyeblink.
"I thought you'd never ask," he murmurs, clawing his mask down, before he leans in and crashes his mouth against yours.
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