This is not h-h-happening!… This is

This is not h-h-happening!… This is NOT h-happening. Iruka thought to himself as he felt the roaming hands slip under his shirt and begin exploring. chūnin vest previously discarded, laying in a haphazard heap in the middle of the teacher's classroom's floor.

Hands roam freely. Caressing and exploring the chūnin's chest. Lightly tracing ab lines and stopping every so often to playfully pinch a tender spot.

Where did he c-come from? W-why is he in MY classroom. How did h-

Thoughts cease as a wicked wicked mouth licks his neck. Whoa, He's licking my neck? Mmm that feels good, but why is HE licking my-my neck? HIM of all people? This c-cannot be h-happening. Okay Iruka. Get your shit together. Clearly you are dreaming or under a VERY realistic and pleasurable genjutsu… Iruka mentally debates the current situation. Okay analyze the situation. Is this a genjutsu? Iruka discreetly pinches his own thigh hard enough to feel a little blood trickle down his leg and thus to lift any possibly occurring genjutsu. Nope. Not a genjutsu…

"Ohhhhh" Iruka moans aloud, eliciting a smirk from his captor.

"Oh Kami!" - Iruka's inner analysis is interrupted as the wicked talented mouth latches onto a sweet spot on Iruka's neck.

Hands still roaming and rubbing the now shivering chūnin.

As the sucking and licking, assailant abandons his attack on Iruka's sweet spot. He kisses and nips across Iruka's throat. Stopping and latching his talented mouth on again when he finds a place that causes the teacher to shudder. The now blushing chūnin's mind races once again…

Why is Kakashi, THE Hatake Kakashi, sucking my neck? Not to mention touching me in general? Am I dreaming again?

That's it! I must be dreaming again…

Trying to get a grip on what is reality and what could very well be a wet dream, Iruka attempts to ask the still sucking, still hand roaming, wicked mouth jonin a question.

"K-Kakashi... Sensei... what... a-are... you... DOOOING" Iruka panted then moaned loudly, mentally cursing that wonderfully skilled -Gods he's amazing -for biting down sensually on another of his sweet spots during his attempt at a question. Eliciting another body shudder, an overly sweet sly voice replies softly in his ear, "Why my dear Iruka-kun I am sucking (*suck*) your (*suck*) delicious (*suck*) neck" (*suck*) Kakashi emphasizes the words with extra hard sucks while continuing to assault his mewling prey's sweet cinnamon neck.

Oh Kami that feels good, the brown haired chūnin thinks as he moans aloud.

Wait… how did he get into my classroom?

Now see, normally Umino Iruka plants wards and traps around his classroom. A LOT of wards and traps. Especially a lot of traps. Especially painful traps. Especially this late at night. Especially this late on a Thursday night when Genma-san, his so called friend, works the hidden leaf mission desk. And Iruka plants many, many, ESPECIALLY painful on every night that senbon wielding idiot is working late in the mission room AND knows the teacher has to stay late at the academy. Iruka mentally scowls, that fucking idiot, as he unfortunately vividly remembers, with detail of a Sharingan user, a little occurrence of approximately two weeks ago when said friend, Genma-san, had "freed" 40 chickens in his classroom -I'm gonna fucking throttle him. The senbon lover actually had the audacity to claim he was supporting animal rights and further explained the cinnamon colored sensei's classroom had been the easiest place for the relocation of the chicken coops -yes not coop but COOPS, plural -Iruka mentally scowls again. He "freed" 40. Fucking. Chickens. Damn that Genma. Iruka mentally curses, then adds an additional note: I still have to get that idiot back.

However, thoughts fade quickly as Kakashi licks and nips his way from the teachers neck, down his jaw line, and begins sucking and nibbling his lips.

"Mmm Kaka-sensei." Iruka audibly moans. Oh shit did I say that out loud?

"Maa, I do loveeee it when you call me sensei... Iruka-kun." The lazy jonin murmurs into the cinnamon colored chūnin's sweet neck.

As the licking, sucking, and soft biting escalates, Iruka arches back into the silver haired jonin's embrace, lolling his neck to the side, subconsciously giving his assaulter more area to attack... Dear Kami that feels good…

Without warning Iruka is slammed down onto something hard.

What the he- Wait! That's my desk, we are in my classroom! Kami I can get fired! Iruka minds frantically observes the hard surface he was just slammed down onto is his desk.

Purposefully distracted momentarily by the silver haired man's ravishing, Iruka realizes that the jonin's sinful roaming hands have now roamed south into his pants.

"W-w-wait, we are..."

Sentenced stopped short, Iruka gasps and arches back into a warm, muscular chest, thrusting himself further into Kakashi's hand as the skilled glove suddenly but softly grasps Iruka's near painfully hard cock. Squeezing it slightly. That. Feels. Amazing. Inner Iruka mentally moans.

Wh-Wh-What was I going to say?

Thoughts stop again as inner moans turn outward as the ex-ANBU tightens his gloved grasp and whispers sensually, "mmmm Iruka-kun, hard already?" adding another squeeze for emphasis and immediately begins teasingly slow, feather-like strokes on Iruka's huge, rock hard length.

Th-Think Iruka. Thi-

"Ka-Ka-Kakashiiiiii. Ahh, I... Ah. Ah..." Thought is lost again as the lazy jonin continues, still slowly and ever so lightly, stroking Iruka's now slowly leaking dick. "Maa Iruka-kun Kami you're big... I could cum just touching it, imagining your huge.. thick... hard... cock... pumping in and out of me..." the last words huskily whispered louder as the pale hand's strokes increase in pressure speed.

Iruka squeaks, his mind firing up.

H-he w-would let me t-top? B-but I've n-n-never… And I never th-thought HE would b-bottom...

Resuming his assault with increased intensity, Kakashi once again sucks Iruka's neck, snaking his free hand up slowly to pinch and tug a nipple, his other hand continuing pumping motions.

Oh my gods. Those gloves. Iruka thinks as his eyes roll back into his head.

Smirking into his victim's neck, the jonin faux innocently asks, "Now my sweet, beautiful, Iruka-kun, what was it you were trying to say?" as he begins pushing and rubbing his own now very hard cock into the delectably moaning cinnamon skinned chūnin's tight, muscular backside, continuing skillfully strokes. Kakashi smears Iruka's oozing pre-cum up and down the chūnin's length.

Iruka's mind hazily attempts to get a grip, Shit. Shit. Classroom. Need... leave...

"I-I, uhh, w-w-wondered if –AHH– you, uhh––Kamiii" Iruka screams as Kakashi suddenly swallows him whole, his large length sliding down the back of his throat. W-when did my pants get p-pushed down? Iruka hazily wonders as Kakashi began sucking, kissing, and licking the generous member. Kami, that mouth should be registered as a lethal weapon...

Kakashi continues tip to base; base to tip; and repeat back again.

Iruka groans.

Slowly using his gloved hands to guide Iruka's hips, Kakashi pushes and pulls the moaning chūnin's hips: back and forth, back and forth; in and out, in and out of the silver head jonin's hot, smirking, sucking, mouth cavern. The chuunin's moans increase in volume and his body trembles with pleasure.

Oh my gods I have to get a fucking grip. Iruka's mind frantically races, remembering his and the wicked mouth, skilled hand, lazy jonin's current location. Trying desperately not to moan or cum.

Up and down. In and out. Sinful. Hot. Wet. Wicked. Mouth.

And oh my gods those g-gloves. Iruka mentally moans as a gloved hand grasps his base.

After barely 2 minutes of the wonderful assault, Iruka's about to lose it. The heat starts to build... ''I-I'm not g-going to l-last l-long" -O-Oh K-Kami!- Eyes close, head rolls back, mouth opens, permitting pleasurably mewling to escape.

F-F-Feels, so, g-good.

"Oh my gods Kakashiii" Iruka moans, reflexively shoving his dick hard down the silver haired jonin's throat. However, realizing what he's done, Iruka quickly pulls back out as Kakashi's gagging noises reach his blushing ears. Hearing these sounds, Iruka's entire body takes on an even deeper crimson than before, realizing oh my gods. I just gagged him.

Iruka, you are such a freaking idiot..."Oh my gods K-k-Kakashi-san I'm s-sorry!" Iruka squeaks. Embarrassed, no MORTIFIED, by his lack of control.

Now he'll hate you and any chance you had with him will be gone. Great job baka!

"Maa Iruka-kun, I'm not." The lazy man replies, smiling wickedly. The jonin then stands up and starts to suck the cinnamon man's already bruised and overly sensitive neck. Causing the younger man to moan his name and his full cock to twitch.

Oh shit. I am going to cum everywhere if we don't get out of here fast. We c-can't stay here, the night janitor is due soon. I h-have got to say s-something...

"K-Kakashi-sensei " the mewling and pleasure shivering Iruka finally manages to gasp out in ragged moaning breaths. "W-W-Wait, p-please!"

"Hmmm?" Kakashi quirks, wrapping a gloved hand into luscious brown locks gently freeing the beautiful strands from the pony tail holder while nipping and kissing his way from Iruka's neck and down his jaw line. Causing Iruka's dick to twitch again. Twice.

Oh my gods that wicked, wicked mouth.

Regripping the now aching soaked cock, Kakashi kisses up the chunin's chest, stopping below mewling lips. He whispers teasingly, "Mmm Iruka-kun, I love it when you say my name like that..."

He briefly and lightly kisses Iruka's lips, tightening his grip and speeding pumps.

"All breathy. All needy…"

Shivers run down Iruka's spine.

"...you..." he kisses Iruka's now trembling lips hard.. "..love this." he adds in a whisper, sending Iruka into a string of wanton moaning, his back arching into the pale nin's hand. His balls tightening, nearing release.

Shit. Shit. SHIT. Im going to loose it