Written for drelfina, because I posted this challenge forever ago, and she was one of the people who got a story. ;) See? I write my challenges! Just… a lot later than people expect. ;-D

Drel requested Iruka/Hayate smut. Woot!


Title: Sensei
Author: JBMcDragon
Status: complete, one-shot
Genre: PWP




Sensei 1/1

"Ohh, fucking gods," Hayate whimpered, a body pinning him against the door. He squirmed under the onslaught of hands and mouth and teeth and tongue, then finally stilled, his leg hooked up over Iruka's waist, and gave the man a moment to just taste.

Iruka liked tastes. The taste of good sake, the taste of rain running down his face, the taste of just-baked pastries and still-raw sushi. Hayate knew this almost as well as he knew his own quirks; they'd been dating for nearly a year, and friends for far longer.

None of that was really important, though; not at this moment, with a tongue on the pulse-beat of his neck, making him shudder and forcing him to resist the urge to protect that vulnerable spot.

"You're late," Iruka mouthed against him, pressing him harder against the door.

"Got--got tied up," Hayate gasped as a hand slid around his back, fingers digging into his ass. "Oh, fuck, Iruka my bag's pinned--"

The Chuunin moved, hands grabbing the front of Hayate's vest and yanking him away from the wood, farther into the room.

Hayate staggered, laughing and nuzzling against the other man's hair.

"Strip," Iruka suggested.

"What, no wooing?" Hayate teased, shrugging the duffle off and tossing it to one side. It had been important a moment ago, but now he could barely remember what was in there--what had made him late for *this*.

"No wooing," Iruka said, dark eyes flashing as he grinned. "You owe me now. You said you'd be here when I got back, and instead I had to *wait* for you." He leaned in, the tip of his tongue brushing over Hayate's lips and pulling away before he could reciprocate. Then Iruka released him entirely, backing off and flopping onto the couch. "Now. Strip."

Hayate blinked, then laughed. "You're serious about that?" he nearly croaked, embarrassment and arousal flushing his cheeks pink.

Iruka smiled slowly and nodded, his legs sprawling open. His cock was already hard in his pants, lifting the cloth.

Hayate dragged his gaze away reluctantly, offering another smile. Then he reached up and pulled his hitai-ate off, letting it fall to the floor with a muffled thump. Next went the vest, sliding down his arms with familiar weight, set carefully on the floor to one side. The sandals--which Iruka hadn't even let him remove before attacking him--went next, put neatly by the door.

He glanced at Iruka from under sooty eyelashes, his mouth curling into a smile when he saw the man.

Iruka's hair was down, damp from a shower, lying straight and heavy over his shoulders. His copper-colored skin was flushed, the scar across his nose standing out white. Nearly black eyes were half-lidded, almost covered by dark eyelashes brushing against high cheekbones. The T-shirt he wore was old, so thin Hayate could see the outline of nipples, now hard with arousal. One long fingered hand had moved, fingers traveling up and down the length of his still-covered shaft. He was the sexiest twenty-year-old Hayate knew--including Hayate.

The pale-skinned ANBU smiled, feeling more confident as he realized that the look he gave Iruka was the same one Iruka gave him; full of lust and love and sex and attraction. Hayate fingered the hem of his shirt, wishing he'd worn something a little bit sexier than ninja blacks. But you worked with what you had, and he had ninja blacks.

Slowly, he grasped the edge of the shirt and pulled upward, lifting it off, stretching to feel the whisper of cloth over his pale skin and slim muscles. He let it slide to the floor and land in a soft puddle before reaching for his belt, fingertips brushing over it without actually undoing the buckle.

Iruka was fondling himself, lips parted slightly, watching with focused intensity. Hayate shivered as if the gaze was a caress, feeling it over the inky swirls of his ANBU tattoo and the defined ridges of his abdomen. He his buckle loose, letting the belt slide free from his pants with the whisper of leather against cloth.

Iruka made a small noise, legs spreading a little more. Hayate groaned in response, skin prickling. The button slid out of the keeper easily, and he pushed the zipper down before tugging his pants off. They pooled around his feet and he stepped free, his cock achingly hard in his briefs. Iruka moved, pulling his pants down just enough to free his erection, the head dusky against his stomach. He wrapped his hand around it and began to stroke, slow, steady motions, in no hurry to get off.

Hayate felt his cock throb in time as he pulled off his briefs and dropped to his knees between his lover's legs. Iruka liked to taste, but Hayate did, too. He leaned in, couldn’t get the angle he wanted, and sat back to tug at Iruka's pants, pull them off and toss them to one side. Iruka's scent curled around him, and he moved inward to lick at the man's balls, sucking one into his mouth.

Iruka groaned; Hayate shuddered before pulling back. "Please," he whispered, so close he could feel the heat from Iruka's body. "Please let me taste you." He flicked his tongue out, over the man's knuckles.

Iruka released his cock, threading his fingers through Hayate's hair, instead.

Hayate licked the underside of the shaft, up the flare of the head and the slit, already beading with liquid. He felt Iruka tremble, felt the grip tighten on his head.

"Oh, fuck, you taste good," he murmured, mouth forming words against Iruka's cock.

The grip in his hair tugged, pulling him closer. Happy to comply, Hayate opened his mouth and took Iruka's dick in, sucking softly before taking more, feeling the head slide along the top of his mouth, back to his throat. He relaxed and took it all, black hair tickling his nose as he slid down to the base of Iruka's shaft, smelling of heat and musk. Hayate swallowed, nails scratching against his scalp as Iruka thrust up into him with quick little motions, hands holding him in place. Hayate licked and sucked while Iruka moaned, tiny movements thrusting farther into his throat, fucking quickly.

Then the hands in his hair tugged, pulling his face away, and Hayate came off with one final lick.

"Wanna fuck you," Iruka panted, and Hayate nodded quickly. He rose, pausing only to catch Iruka's mouth in a quick, hard kiss before nearly running to the bedroom and yanking open the nightstand drawer. He had the little glass jar open, but nothing else done when Iruka came in, very naked, his erection hard against his thighs.

Iruka slid onto the bed behind Hayate, one hand traveling the length of the pale-skinned spine, followed by a warm, wet tongue. Hayate shivered, breath catching.

"I want you," Iruka murmured in Hayate's ear, reaching around to take the jar.

"Oh, fuck yes," he nearly whimpered, leaning forward on his hands and knees, skin prickling. The bed moved as Iruka shifted around him, and then there were fingers sliding down the line of his spine, down the crease of his ass, fingers grazing over his hole. They were wet and slippery, already lubricated, and Hayate took a deep breath and relaxed as the first one pushed in, past the ring of muscle, thrusting slowly into his body.

It had been too long--first missions, then Iruka had been studying for the teacher exams, and more missions, and then the exams, and oh gods it had been at least two months since he'd been fucked, and he couldn't believe he'd been *late*! He groaned as Iruka pulled the one finger out and pushed in two, spreading lubricant inside him.

Hayate shifted, fingers wrapping around the headboard, spreading his legs a little for better balance. The fact that Iruka could push deeper into him was totally coincidental.

A third finger joined the two and he whimpered, stiffening for a moment, feeling the way they pushed, stretching. He was still tight when Iruka pulled all three fingers away, leaning over him. A hand landed between his two on the headboard, and Iruka's voice brushed over his ear. "Now. Okay?"

The head of the man's cock was already sliding over his hole teasingly, thick and swollen with arousal.

"Yes," Hayate breathed, shuddering. "Yes, yes, now, hurry up!"

Iruka pushed in, the head of his cock going slowly past the ring of muscle until the flared tip was in, and Hayate was nearly panting in a combination of pleasure and pain. Iruka thrust, stretching Hayate deep inside, pressing in until he couldn't bite back the moan, and Iruka was sheathed entirely inside him.

Iruka paused then, leaning in to nuzzle against Hayate's neck, his knuckles white on the headboard. "Oh, gods, you're tight," the man murmured, breath hot on Hayate's skin.

Hayate could only whimper back, muscles straining with the effort to stay relaxed, accept the intrusion into his body, his dick hard despite the stretch. After a moment it became easier, he could breathe a little bit again. Iruka began to move, pulling out and thrusting back in, fucking him steadily, changing angles until he hit that particular bundle of nerves.

Hayate yelped, failing completely in biting back his cry as Iruka picked up the speed, slamming into him hard and fast, driving him toward orgasm. With every push the Chuunin hit exactly the perfect spot, and Hayate shuddered and clenched, crying out at last when the wave smashed into him, making the world spin and his vision white out. Faintly, he registered Iruka stilling, gasping an oath as he buried himself into Hayate one last time before collapsing.

The extra weight made Hayate drop to the bed, crushed under a ninja two levels below him. He chuckled, sated and riding the wave of euphoria. After a moment he pulled carefully away, shivering as Iruka's softening dick came free, and rolled out from under Iruka, turning to wrap the other man up in his arms. They lay for a long while, half dozing and enjoying the afterglow.

Finally, Iruka spoke. "So, why *were* you late?"

Hayate blinked slowly. Then he shoved Iruka off, sitting up. "I totally forgot!" he said, and sprinted out into the other room, where his pack had been discarded earlier. He crouched beside it on the floor, opening it with trepidation.

Everything had been squashed between him and the door. He sighed and pulled out a bundle of stalks tied with a crinkled red ribbon.

"What was that?" Iruka asked from behind him, sounding a little bewildered.

Hayate smiled lopsidedly and turned, offering the bundle. "Happy becoming-a-teacher day," he laughed. "They were flowers. And," he continued when Iruka had taken the bedraggled bouquet, "I got sake." He pulled out the bottle top. The rest of the bottle had broken under his weight, the sake soaking into his bag.

Iruka stooped, reading what was left of the name on the bottle. "Oh, Hayate," he said softly, his face lighting in a smile while his hair fell in mussed strands, framing him. He reached up, tucking dark locks back behind his ear. "This is why you were late?"

Hayate nodded, pushing to his feet. He leaned in, kissing Iruka briefly on the mouth. "But someone was in too much of a rush to ask me where I'd been." He grinned, enjoying the soft look on Iruka's face, and loving watching it change to the familiar snap and sparkle.

The man's dark eyes twinkled with suppressed amusement. "Well. Sex was better," he said with a grin, and swatted at Hayate's rear with the stalk-bouquet. "Now get back in that bed! We have all afternoon, and you need to make up for crushing my things!"

"*I* do?" Hayate laughed, hopping forward gleefully. "*You* crushed them!"

"It was your body. As ANBU, you should totally have been able to keep from doing that."

Hayate laughed and ran into the bedroom. "Are you going to spank me, Sensei?" He hopped onto the bed and turned back, grinning.

Iruka stood in the door, a look of pain on his face. It might have been worrisome, except he was naked and holding a bunch of stems. That made it funny.

"Oh, gods," the man groaned. "Don't ever call me that while we're in bed. You make me hurt."

Hayate nearly cackled.

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