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Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. I have had to beg my way onto a flight though.
Stranger Situations
Chapter 1: The Stranger
“You don’t understand. I have to get on this flight.”
“I’m sorry sir, the flight is completely booked,” the woman behind the counter didn’t sound sorry. In fact she sounded downright unsympathetic to his plight.
“There is a seat available on the next plane but…” she pointedly looked him up and down. “It’s in first-class.”
How rude! Iruka didn’t think he was dressed that poorly. Granted he was in an old pair of jeans and just a plain t-shirt but neither were dirty or torn. Was it so obvious that he wasn’t very wealthy? None of this mattered though, what mattered was getting on the blasted plane.
“Miss, my flight has already been delayed by two hours. They’ve just announced that it will be delayed by a further four hours. If I don’t catch this flight to New York I won’t make my transfer to California,” Iruka was becoming desperate and was already strung out from lack of sleep and almost crippling worry. “My little brother was in a terrible car accident and is in hospital in San Francisco. I have to make that transfer or it’ll be a whole day until the next flight. I’ve got to get to him!”
Iruka had been in panic mode ever since he received the dreadful phone call from the University of California the evening before. Naruto had decided to participate in the student exchange program between Japanese and American Universities. Students swapped places for one semester and were given the opportunity to live in a new country and study a different culture. The energetic blonde had been successful and headed off to America brimming over with excitement. It was only an added bonus that his best friend and class rival, Uchiha Sasuke, had gotten into the program with him. They had been studying hard and having a wonderful time before the accident.
The University Director told him the boys had been driving home from a dinner party when a drunk driver ran a red light and ploughed into their car. They hadn’t even seen him coming. The drunk had run into the side of the car closer to the boot than where the boys were sitting, but it was enough to make the small sedan Sasuke had purchased on their arrival to roll and slide down an embankment. Naruto and Sasuke had been fished out quickly but both were suffering from head injuries, cuts and bruising. Luckily there were no broken bones but Naruto wasn’t conscious when the emergency services arrived and had yet to wake up. The young heir to Uchiha Shipping Inc. was beside himself with worry. Iruka knew this when the Director had explained that Sasuke had made sure he was in a shared room with his blonde friend and would ask the doctors calmly for progress reports. Iruka translation: Sasuke was talking to people and chose to be in the same room as Naruto, so the situation was dire and called for panic! He had immediately started phone airline companies and organising emergency flights, dipping into his emergency funds that he’d set aside years ago for just this sort of a situation. When one had Naruto to care for an emergency stash of money was essential.
Despite all his best efforts and flawless organisation (except for the tornado of clothes he’d dubbed as panicked packing) this situation was just out of his control. He could not control faulty airplane equipment. What he had to do now was convince the woman handing out tickets to put him on the next available flight. The same woman who obviously didn’t possess a heart or shred of compassion. She just did not care, it showed in her face and body language. She couldn’t care less that Iruka’s little brother was possibly slipping into a coma half the world away. She looked at him with pure annoyance and his hopes sank. At her next words he felt his body physically sag as all optimism fled his system.
“Sir, you’re holding up the line and I’ve already told you that-“
Her eyes suddenly widened as a pale hand came to rest on the counter next to Iruka’s clenched fists.
“Now now,” came a smooth voice next to his ear.
Iruka looked to his side to see a tall, slender man with an incredible shock of silver hair and the sexiest damn smile he’d ever seen. “You and I both know they save seats on planes for emergency situations and this sounds to me like it’s most definitely an emergency.”
The ticket counter lady was staring openly at the stranger and Iruka couldn’t blame her, he was staring openly too. The man was gorgeous!
A well muscled arm found its way around Iruka’s shoulders, the elbow resting against the junction of his neck as a black shirt-clad forearm crossed over his chest. The stunned man was pulled against a very broad chest as the stranger leaned further forward, turning that beautiful smile up a few notches. The woman behind the counter looked as though she was almost in need of a tissue to stem a threatening nose bleed.
“Why don’t you cut the poor guy a break and transfer his ticket over? Fill your good deed quota for the day, hmm?”
“Oh, I… ah,” the lady was down right flustered.
Iruka knew there was a blush staining his cheeks but he dared any person, man or woman, to be held against that sleek body and not react to its warmth. She finally recovered enough to put a sentence together.
“I suppose I could transfer him onto the flight.”
Iruka’s hopes soared and he released a deep sigh of relief. He couldn’t relax though, especially not with that body pressed almost flush up against his. That velvet smooth voice continued to flow past his tanned ear.
“That’s very kind. Thank you…” the pale man deliberately allowed a grey eye to slowly travel down from her eyes to the name tag pinned on the uniform jacket. “Jasmine. What a lovely name. Such a delicate and beautiful flower.”
His deep voice made it quite clear that he wasn’t speaking of the flora variety. She giggled and looked on him with hot, lust filled eyes.
Oh yeah, thought Iruka. He’ll get to ride more than the plane if he wants.
Generally Iruka didn’t like seeing people manipulated but in this case he would sacrifice everything to get to where his brother laid in a hospital bed. Thank Kami Sasuke was there to keep an eye on things. He was such a responsible and intelligent young man, he’d keep Naruto safe until the chocolate haired man got there. Iruka wasn’t blood family but he and Naruto had gone through the necessary legal proceedings and signed papers declaring themselves brothers. They were both orphans and loved each other dearly. They were brothers at heart so making it legal was just the next logical step. They had a running joke regarding who adopted who, and when they play argued the person who ran out of insults first always inevitably ended up resorting to “Yeah, well you’re adopted!” This would always make them crack up laughing. Oh, what would he do without the sunshine of his Naruto?
Hang on Naruto, I’m coming!
He watched as the woman finished the necessary commands on her computer and printed him off a ticket, all the while shooting smouldering glances at the silver haired stranger next to him. Iruka realised with some surprise that the tall man hadn’t removed his arm from around his shoulders. In fact he was still pressed intimately up against that warm chest as the strangers weight leaned against him lazily. A pale thumb stroked his chest in what seemed to be a bored, subconscious movement. That thumb was right over his nipple, which had treacherously hardened without his permission, and the caress was doing very interesting things to his libido. Normally the close proximity and way they were touching so familiarly would make the tanned man run away. However, if it got him on the plane he would happily strip down and run backwards around the airport making gobbling turkey noises.
Finally the ticket was handed over to him along with his passport and Iruka felt like he had won the golden ticket! He thanked the woman behind the counter (even thought he didn’t really think she deserved it) and slipped from the stunning man’s embrace. He stood to the side as the tall strangers details were processed. Finally, after many promise filled looks and flirtatious gestures, the stranger was in possession of his papers and stepped away from the desk, shooting the woman one last killer smile. As he turned, Iruka was surprised to see that the man had a black silk wrap bound around his head to cover his left eye. An old scar trailed its way jaggedly half way down his cheek, but instead of looking horrible, it was dangerous and sexy. No wonder the woman had been swooning… scratch that, was still swooning. The pale stranger quirked an eyebrow at Iruka as the he approached him. The honey skinned man offered up a warm smile full of gratitude and bowed slightly.
“Thank you very much for your help. If not for you the ticket wouldn’t have been transferred. I appreciate you intervening.”
The silver crowned head cocked to the side and Iruka found himself under the scrutiny of the older man. He forcibly kept down the blood rush threatening to stain his cheeks. Damn it, no one should be blessed with that much raw charisma, it was horribly unfair on the rest of people on the planet. That single grey eye travelled over him from top to bottom, then back up again. The smoky orb lingered on his lean hips, lips, the scar crossing his nose, stared straight into slightly nervous chocolate eyes and contemplated the long hair currently pulled back into a high ponytail.
Damn it blood! I told you to stay out of my face.
Ugh, it was hopeless and he tried not to resent the stranger for his own bodily reactions. But seriously, did he need to eye him off so blatantly? It was almost indecent.
His thoughts came to an abrupt end as that smooth voice once more graced the air.
“Mah, no problem. I just wanted her to hurry up so I can catch my flight. You were being very stubborn and she was right, you were holding up the line.”
Iruka couldn’t believe his ears!
What is this? National Assholes Day?
Suppressing a sigh and the urge to roll his eyes, the younger man just inclined his head and decided to take the higher ground.
“None the less, I’m grateful.” He really was, if not also a little annoyed by the man’s attitude, but it had gotten him on the plane so who was he to whinge.
He scooped up his backpack, sent the stranger another small smile and headed towards the security station refusing to look back. It was only a short wait at the gate before the plane was ready for boarding, calling for First-Class passengers first. Iruka was only partially surprised when he spied a familiar shock of silver hair walking towards the lady checking the tickets. He was even less surprised when he saw her reach for a tissue.
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Iruka staggered off the plane in New York, eyes barely open and backpack precariously perched on a shoulder. He’d never been so exhausted in all his life. The fourteen hour flight had been hell. He was seated towards the back of the plane, near the toilets and next to an American woman travelling with her young daughter. The little girl had been ill for the first few hours of the flight, throwing up into sickness-bags every few minutes and crying her miserable little eyes out. Her mother had been very worried about the child and apologetic to Iruka. She didn’t bother to hide her relief when it turned out he was fluent in English and was understanding of her predicament. The rest of the flight had been filled with terrible food, followed by horrible smells coming from the toilets and a small child frightened of flying and being sick again. Iruka finally decided filled the hours and distract the child by teaching her to read. Little Amy worked like a soldier through the two story books her mother, Helen, has bought on the plane under Iruka’s gentle guidance. Watching the little one slowly start to understand the funny symbols were words and beginning to read on her own had been the only good thing about the flight. Even when the other passengers had gone to sleep he had not been able to slip into the world of slumber for worry of his little brother. Was Naruto alright? Had he woken up yet? He’d been unconscious for two days by now, did that count as a coma? If he was in a coma could Iruka get him back home to Japan? These questions when around and around in his head like a rollercoaster making any rest impossible.
Staggering through customs and passport checks, he made it to the baggage carousel and retrieved his small duffle bag. Iruka always travelled light, it made things just so much easier. There was six hours until his next flight and he was seriously considering the comfort rating of a near by wall to sleep against when a young voice called out.
“Iwuga-sensei!”
Little Amy and Helen weaved their way through the crowd to reach the tanned teacher. He offered up a tired smile and tried to remain standing. It would likely scare the child if a full grown man suddenly passed out at her pink sneakered feet.
“Hello again Amy-chan. Hello Helen.”
Helen beamed a huge smile at him and offered her hand to shake, which he politely accepted.
“Oh Iruka, I can’t tell you how grateful I am you sat next to us on the flight. You were just wonderful! I can’t believe you taught Amy how to read so easily. Her teachers at school have been having so much trouble and I just didn’t know what to do. You’re an absolute godsend!”
“Oh my,” He couldn’t help blushing at her kind words and scratched the back of his head bashfully. “It really wasn’t any trouble at all. You’re very bright Amy-chan, just in need of more one-on-one help than typical classroom learning. It really was a pleasure.”
He had always been conscious of how adults talked about children like they weren’t even there and made an effort not to do the same thing. As a child he’d hated it when adults talked about him over his head.
“Iwuga-sensei, I’m going to tell every one at school about you! You’re the best teacher I ever had. Much better then Mrs Barry!” Amy exclaimed exuberantly before holding a little hand next to her mouth to give the impression of a confidential whisper. “She yells lots and has hair like a birds nest.”
He couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the mental image that produced as Amy’s mother scolded her for being rude. Dropping to one knee he ruffled her copper locks affectionately and gave her his warmest smile.
“Thank you Amy-chan. I needed the laugh.”
They left him to his wall, Amy waving back at him until the milling sea of people swallowed them.
Letting out an exhausted sigh he slumped backwards towards where he knew the wall to be and jolted with shock as it suddenly wrapped two strong arms around him. Oh crap! He’d landed on someone.
“I’m so sorry!” he cried, jerking away from the person. “I didn’t know anyone was behind me.”
A deep chuckle started in the middle of his apology and Iruka recognised the voice nano-seconds before seeing the person.
“It’s you,” he blurted out intelligently, only barely stopping himself from pointing a finger.
The silver haired stranger was smiling at him in the most bizarre way. His visible eye curved downward to form an arch. It was remarkably attractive.
“It’s me,” he confirmed in a deep voice.
Iruka realised how ridiculous he sounded and blushed a deep shade of red. Stupid blood vessels! He needed to recover, and quick, before he embarrassed himself further.
“Oh! I mean, ah… Hi.”
He could have sworn he just felt his father’s spirit smack him upside the head for being so eloquent. How humiliating, he had to be tireder than he thought… which was kind of scary considering he still felt like passing out. How long had he been awake now? It had to be close to fifty odd hours of stressed, worrying hell.
The silver haired man looked him over with that startling clear grey eye and Iruka watched as the thin mouth narrowed in disapproval.
“You look like shit.”
Right, so National Asshole Day didn’t stop at the time zone change. Good to know.
“Bad flight?”
Iruka smirked and let his backpack slide to the ground next to his duffle bag. It hurt too much to have it on his shoulder anymore.
“Doesn’t matter if it was bad or not. I’m here. Now, I don’t mean to be rude but I’m about to pass out and that wall has my name written all over it,” he quipped, pointing near where the stranger was leaning. It was the darkest corner he could see in the whole airport and Iruka could only hope a security guard would let him rest and not move him along.
A pale eyebrow quirked at his comment and Iruka wondered if the other one rose with it, but couldn’t tell through that remarkable silver hair and black scarf. The stranger studied the wall and shook his head.
“Well, while it does look like a remarkably comfortable area of concrete… I have a better idea.”
Saying that he pushed his lean frame off the wall and quickly scooped up both Iruka’s bags.
“Hey!” The chocolate haired man dashed forward to grab his bags only to find his wrist caught and himself tugged towards the exit. In a far corner of his mind, Iruka noted the man didn’t have any bags of his own.
“Come on,” the deep voice commanded cheerfully, but the shorter man planted his feet and tried to tug his arm from the surprisingly strong grip. It didn’t hurt, it was just unrelenting.
“Are you a crazy person or something? Let go and give me back my bags!”
That smooth chuckle reached his ears again and he was just tugged forward once more. The stranger wasn’t even looking at him and Iruka was just contemplating the possibility of hitting him while not getting in trouble with airport security when the stranger spoke again.
“I have a room booked at one of the airport motels and our flight’s not for over four hours. You look like you could use some decent sleep.”
Iruka tugged back on his arm again and was beginning to feel more frightened than angry. This man was obviously mentally unstable, very strong and, if the speed with which he caught Iruka’s arm was any indication, extremely fast. He was beginning to think he was in serious danger. Best thing to do with crazy people was talk to them calmly and try and ease yourself out of the situation. Then run like a crazy mofo!
Using his calmest, most commanding teacher’s voice he addressed the man latched onto his wrist. Best to keep the stranger calm and control the situation without violence.
“Sir, lets stop and talk for a moment. You’ve been very kind to me and I don’t even know your name.”
As Iruka had hoped, the tall man stopped and turned to face him. Thankfully he also released his wrist but didn’t relinquish his bags. Ok, so they were more than half way there. Time for some fast talking, surely he could ‘schmooze’ his way out of this. The stranger spoke first.
“When asking someone’s name it’s only good manners to give yours first, Iruka.”
“Well… Hey!” Iruka was stunned and a little more frightened than before. “How do you know my name?”
The stranger smirked (damn sexily).
“I read it on your ticket when I talked you onto the plane. Umino Iruka. It’s an unusual name, but then you seem to be an unusual sort of man.”
He found himself under close observation again and shifted uncomfortably under the intense gaze.
“Oh, um, not really. Quite plain and boring I’m afraid. Nothing unusual about me at all. Really not worth you wasting your time. Now, those bags look heavy. How about you hand them on back to me, alright? It’s not fair that you carry my bags when they’re so heavy.”
He tentatively reached out a hand only to find it clasped by an elegant pale hand.
“I,” the tall man said, shaking their hands up and down slowly. “Am Kakashi. And your bags aren’t heavy at all.”
A tug of his hand and Iruka was stumbling forward, forcing him to place a hand on the newly introduced Kakashi’s chest to steady himself.
Crazy or not, this was just unacceptable and the taller man was about to get an Umino verbal thrashing. Forcing tired, angry eyes upwards to meet grey, the chocolate orbs widened as he realised just how close that handsome face was. Those lips were almost sinful and so close that when Kakashi talked, his breath tickled across the scar bridging the tanned nose. Wait, the lips were moving.
Oh crap, he’s been talking and I haven’t heard a word.
“S-Sorry, what did you say?” the tanned teacher mumbled.
Another deep chuckle rolled through the lean frame and that handsome face leaned even closer. Iruka couldn’t breathe. There must be something wrong with the air in this country.
“I said, its hours until our next flight and you’re exhausted. I’ve been in your situation before and would have killed for a hot shower, clean set of clothes and warm, comfortable bed. Even if only for a few hours. I see this as an opportunity to give a kind, gentle person some comfort. I really want to do this, to help you just for a little while, and you would be doing me a favour by helping me fulfil my good deed for the day,” the taller man still hadn’t released his hand, instead brushing a thumb across the sensitive skin of a tanned wrist. “So, will you help me out? Please.”
Iruka realised he had been nodding only after he was graced with another gorgeous smile and lead forwards again. That voice was dangerous. It would be able to melt ice and women’s underwear at the same time. The younger man was guided into a taxi and the taller man slid in next to him as the driver stowed his bags in the boot.
How the hell did this happen? I was supposed to have talked the man into leaving me alone and he somehow turned it around and talked me into going with him!
A shot of annoyance spurred through his tired, dopey state and he shot Kakashi a grumpy glare.
“You’re very manipulative.”
The handsome face didn’t even look shocked. He just gave that strange curvy eyed smile and patted the teacher on the knee. Bastard.
The car ride only took a few minutes before pulling up outside a small motel just outside the airport perimeter. The two men climbed out and were quickly checked in and led to a room. Kakashi carried Iruka’s two bags and the driver followed with a large black case. This must have been Kakashi’s. Somewhere in the sleepy depths of his mind he noted that this must have meant the silver haired man’s bags were taken to the cab while the man himself came to fetch him. To use one of Naruto’s friends phrases, this was all too troublesome to think about. When they entered their room the taller man dropped the bags inside the door and pushed Iruka straight into the small, but well appointed, bathroom just off from the entry. Iruka didn’t argue, he was far too tired for that now. He would just deal with what ever fate had to throw at him and hopefully get a few hours sleep first. Turning on the shower to warm he stripped off his travel clothes then stepped under the spray. That felt so damn good. He just let the water run over his honey skin in soothing rivulets and rested his forehead on the cool wall tiles. The teacher jolted awake when his knees hit the shower floor. He forced himself back to his feet and finished washing off. Pulling back the shower curtain he discovered the clean t-shirt and boxers that had been packed in his backpack. He’d never even heard the man enter the room. That was a little disconcerting. He towelled off, quickly dressed and exited the bathroom. The stranger wasn’t in the room but his bag was still there. It was sitting on the bed. The only bed. There was only one bed. His tired mind processed this new information then decided to ignore it. Kakashi wasn’t here right now and a bed is a bed when you’re exhausted. Iruka would wake when he came back and would leave the bed to him. The floor and walls in here looked pretty comfortable too. Crawling beneath the covers he was out within a few seconds.
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“Iruka. Iruka, wake up.”
The drowsy man groaned and buried his face further into the warm soft pillow, wrapping his arm around it to snuggle closer. A single low laugh sounded before the sleepy man felt his shoulder being lightly shaken.
“You’re going to miss the flight if you don’t get up.”
That did it. Iruka’s head rose and he looked blearily at the familiar yet strange man leaning over him. Kakashi, the man’s name was Kakashi and he was in a hotel room near the airport on his way to California for Naruto. He was in New York and needed to catch his flight. With a sleepy little sniff, he rubbed at his eyes and blinked a few times to try and clear the sleep haze.
“Um, what time is it? How long until take off?” he mumbled drowsily.
“Four in the afternoon and about two hours.”
“Eh?” Iruka sat upright and blinked confusedly. “Four? But that means we’ve missed the flight. What do you mean we have two hours? It was scheduled to leave at three-thirty. Oh shit! Naruto!”
He leapt out of bed and made a dash for his bags only to be caught by the wrist and tossed back onto the mattress with detached ease. Glaring at the stranger angrily Iruka sat up with fists clenched. Heavens above that man was fast!
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? I have to get on the next flight!“
He went to push off the bed again but was held back by an elegant hand on his shoulder. The silver haired man just looked slightly bored and completely unperturbed by the teachers anger.
“Calm down. There was-“
“Calm down? Calm down! My brother’s in the hospital and we just missed the flight!”
“Well, that’s not quite-“
Iruka shoved the tall mans hand away and went to climb off the bed again only to be pushed forcefully down onto his back. He was furious. This man had been switching from being nice to a right pain in the arse ever since he met him and it was obviously pain in the arse time again.
“Get the fuck off me.” he growled menacingly.
Kakashi just huffed a sigh and didn’t budge.
“Would you just listen to me for a minute? I’m trying to tell you something important. You really are over reacting,” the deep voice drawled.
The teacher was livid. This man was a total bastard. Over reacting? He thought he was reacting perfectly appropriately to the situation.
He drew breath, preparing to fight the larger man off of him if necessary.
“I told you to get the fuck off me, you basta-“
A pair of warm pale lips fastened to his, effectively silencing his flow of words. Iruka made an outraged noise and pushed against the broad shoulders above him. Not only did they not budge but he soon after found his wrists effectively pinned to the bed on either side of his head. Growling deep in his throat the smaller man aimed a knee to strike. It connected but didn’t have the desired result of driving Kakashi off. Rather the older man gave a tiny grunt and moved his body over the younger’s, pinning the shorter legs with his own.
Iruka was completely trapped beneath the heavier man and their lips still hadn’t parted. The kiss was aggressive and dominating at first. The thinner pale lips forcing the softer darker one’s below into submission. Regardless of this, Iruka continued to struggle and try to get free. The man was insane. He was crazy and delusional and completely out of line. He was… a really good kisser. Being dominated had always excited the bashful man and this stranger was incredibly sexy and talented. Oh shit! Was that him that just moaned?
As the moan escaped the smaller man, Kakashi switched from dominating and demanding to soft and coaxing. The silver crowned head subtlety changed its position to better slant over the lips below and caress them with gentle, teasing pressure. Strong teeth nipped at the lower lip below before a warm tongue slid over the area, soothing and seducing. The hands pinning his wrists shifted their position slightly and thumbs caressed over the sensitive pulse points. Kakashi began to lick the insides of the smaller man’s lips, seeking entry into his mouth. Iruka nearly relented but held off at the last moment. The pale man was not perturbed, he continued to nibble, lick and suck until the pinned teacher was a panting mess. His mind was mush and there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world to fill his lungs, only then did Kakashi move away from his lips and begin trailing his mouth along the cinnamon jaw.
“Do I have your attention now?” asked the deep voice, lips still brushing his skin.
Iruka didn’t answer, only panted. The stranger obviously took that as a sign to continue.
“As I was trying to say before, our flight was cancelled. All the flights have been cancelled because someone apparently hacked the airport’s main computer system and crashed it.”
Just as Chocolate eyes snapped open and he was about to say something Kakashi bit down on the sensitive juncture between neck and shoulder. Instead of words a cry of surprised pleasure erupted from the full lips and the area was sucked and tongued until his mind was once again mush.
“I have arranged another flight for us at a separate airfield and there is a car waiting outside to take us to our destination,” the deep voice continued. “Now, would you prefer to go back to the airport and try and get on the next flight, which should leave sometime tomorrow, or come with me to a plane leaving in two hours?”
Panting, Iruka realised he was once more being manipulated, but didn’t really feel like he had a better option. Buses would take too long, taxi’s were too expensive and he couldn’t hire a car as the American’s were crazy and all drove on the opposite side of the road.
Kakashi nibbled his way up the tanned jaw and began to suck on his earlobe. Between pants Iruka nodded his head.
“I’ll come with you.”
“Excellent,” the low words sounded in his ear a second before his mouth was hungrily reclaimed.
Again Kakashi tried to gain entry into smaller man’s mouth but was refused. With a frustrated growl the kiss was broken and the tall mans hips ground down against the man’s below. Their erections pressed together through strained fabric.
“Ahh!” Iruka couldn’t stop it escaping his throat.
Finally Kakashi claimed his prize. Delving his tongue into the hot cavern he let out a moan of pleasure before commencing to explore it like his own private property. Tongues brushed against each other in a dance of seduction as lips met again and again. Hips ground down once more and the teacher’s moan of pleasure was swallowed happily by the instigator of it.
This was too much, too fast. He didn’t know this man, he hadn’t even been 100 per cent sure he was attracted to men until he met this stranger. He’d never been with another man. It was just too much. The pinned teacher broke the kiss, turning his head to the side.
“Stop,” he panted. “Please stop.”
The single grey eye narrowed as it stared down at him. That wonderful mouth came down once more to nibble on his tanned neck.
“Stop what, Iruka?” the rich voice whispered into his ear, eliciting shivers to run down his spine. “Stop kissing you? Touching you? Pleasuring you?”
The hips ground down again, strained material sliding together.
“Ahh! Please!” Iruka couldn’t tell if he was begging to be let go or fucked into the mattress.
No, It was too much and he knew he’d regret it later. No matter how amazing he suspected it would be. He had to stop this now. His priority was still Naruto. He looked up at the older man with sincerity clear in his eyes.
“Kakashi, please stop. Let me go.”
If only his voice didn’t sound so damn husky. As it was, Kakashi did stop. Again that startlingly clear grey eye looked down at him, taking in the kiss swollen lips, flushed skin and dilated eyes. Those melted chocolate pools swirled with emotion. There was arousal to be sure, but uncertainty, trepidation and worry also shone from their depths. He was too conflicted and by some miracle, the man above decided to relent.
“For now,” he said with a look that stated all too clearly they would be re-visiting this situation later.
One last heated kiss seared the full lips before his wrists were released and the weight above disappeared. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he watched as the tall man walked to the window and stared out past the curtains. They both needed a moment to regain composure and Iruka was grateful Kakashi’s attention was turned elsewhere. After a few minutes Kakashi moved, picking up his suitcase and Iruka’s duffle bag.
“The car’s down stairs and the airport at least an hour away. Come on.”
“I can carry my bag,” offered Iruka quietly.
Kakashi threw him a smile over his shoulder, “Nah, I got it.”
And we were back to nice guy again. This personality switching was exhausting and the knowledge that Mr Asshole’s turn was next wasn’t very comforting.
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The car ride was a silent affair. A lovely silver Bentley had been waiting for them down stairs, the uniformed driver holding their doors open and taking care of the baggage. Iruka looked intently out the window at the passing scenery. He could feel Kakashi’s intense gaze on him but refused to look over, afraid to incite a reaction from the strange man. The areas of New York that they drove through were very interesting. So different from Japan yet similar in the ways cities all over the world seem to be. All too soon they were pulling through a security gate that had the sign of an airplane next to it. Rather than driving to a car park and entering a terminal to check bags and collect tickets, they drove through another security gate and were soon travelling across the tarmac towards a series of hangers. They hadn’t been stopped at either security gate like other cars, just waved through. There was something very unusual about all this and Iruka was starting to get nervous.
“Where are we going?”
Kakashi was still watching him and looked faintly amused by the younger man’s increasing discomfort.
“How old are you?” he asked unexpectedly.
“Huh? What does that have to do with where we’re going?”
“Absolutely nothing, I’m just curious. You look like you’re in your 20’s but act much older. If I had to take a guess, I’d say you’re 25. Right?”
The teacher took a calming breath and handled the situation as he would with a curious, misbehaving child.
“You answer my question first and then I’ll answer yours.”
“Fair enough,” The silver haired man cracked a grin and Iruka knew he wasn’t going to appreciate the answer. “We’re going to the airplane. Your turn.”
He was frustrated now.
“I know we’re going to the airplane. Why didn’t we check in at the terminal like everyone else?”
Kakashi laughed. “Uh uh, I answered your question now you have to answer mine. Then I’ll answer yours again and so on.”
Yep, the man was exasperating. But he could also apparently get Iruka to California sooner so he would play the game. Naruto was his only priority and an extremely strange and trying man could be endured for that.
“I’m 24,” he answered bluntly.
“We’re not everyone else,” came the strange reply.
Iruka was confused, “What?”
That attractive eye curved smile was thrown his way. “Nope, it’s my turn to ask a question.”
“But you didn’t answer mine properly!” he could feel his cheeks flushing with frustration.
The blasted man just kept smiling. “Yes I did. You asked why we didn’t check in at the terminal like everyone else. I answered. In fact I just answered your last question so it’s only fair I get two. Now, how did you get that scar?” he raised a finger and ran it over the bridge of his nose, mimicking where Iruka’s scar sat.
Iruka decided he could play the cryptic game too.
“From a knife. Next.”
“No, no. I asked how you got the scar, not what gave you the scar. You have to answer properly.”
Iruka was pissed.
“I’m not answering that question. It’s not like you’ve really answered any of mine anyway,” he resigned himself to wait and see what happened. What a huge mistake it was ever becoming involved with this man. He should have punched him and run the moment he heard that smooth voice. Then again, if he had done that he would likely be at the police station in Tokyo still.
The car finally pulled into one of the hangers. Inside sat a stunning jet with entry stairs lowered and a young hostess standing beside them.
It can’t be! The teacher thought desperately. There’s just no way. Shit like this doesn’t happen in real life.
He turned to Kakashi with huge chocolate eyes.
“What is this? Are you insane? Kakashi, I can’t afford a private plane! I’m a teacher at an orphanage for Kami sake!”
Kakashi raised an eyebrow at the stressed man.
“Really, you’re a teacher? Well that explains the kid from the plane. Tell me more.”
Iruka slammed his hand down on the seat between them and glared angrily at the infuriating man.
“This isn’t a joke,” he was feeling slightly panicked. “There’s no way I can afford this. What were you thinking? If you’re rich you shouldn’t just assume everyone is as wealthy as you.”
“Have you ever rented a private plane before?” the taller man asked laconically.
How insular can this man really be? Iruka wondered.
“Of course not. I told you, I’m not-“
“Then how do you know you can’t afford it?” Kakashi interrupted.
The car pulled to a halt and the driver exited to stand by Kakashi’s door, waiting for the signal to open it. Iruka was flabbergasted and at the end of his patience.
“Ok then, how much money will it cost me?” he snapped.
Kakashi smirked and the relaxed slouch became more pronounced. The younger man began to feel decidedly like a cornered rabbit.
“Not a cent.”
Uh oh.
The warning bells that had been chiming happily at the back of his head suddenly turned into a full blown serenade of run for your life!
“Then…” he was staring at the man with wide, almost frightened eyes. “What do you want?”
The smirk widened.
“Two things. One, answer all my questions during the flight to satisfy my curiosity, and two… kiss me before the end of the flight.”
He knew he was staring. He also knew it was entirely possible that his mouth was hanging open and he was doing an excellent impersonation of a stunned mullet. Iruka had heard rich people were eccentric, but was this guy for real?
“You’d better make up your mind quickly. They’re ready to go and we’re wasting valuable flight time.”
Iruka considered his options quickly. He spends a few hours in the air with an incredibly sexy wacko, give him a quick kiss (no repeats of the hotel room incident) and get to Naruto much quicker than otherwise possible.
“Ok,” he agreed in a small voice.
The grey eye flared with satisfaction.
“Shall we then?”
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AN: Something that popped into my head during a red-eye flight to Singapore last week. I’d been awake for over 40 hours, couldn’t fall asleep on the plane because it was just too damn uncomfortable and decided to make up a story during the flight instead. It’s actually an old romance novel idea I came up with at about 15 years old, just tweaked to suit Kakashi and Iruka more. I think you’ll all like where this story will go.
This fic will be about 3 to 5 long chapters. I’ve Got You is still my main story so fear not! I’ll keep writing it. Review for me my lovelies! Clicky the button and let me know what you think. (these are Dark's original author's notes 2008-2012)