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Iruka did not expect his first time to be with an ANBU. Especially not dumb, annoying, asshole ANBU Hound, who’d always dodged his traps like it was child’s play and acted like he was too cool and unbothered to deal with Iruka’s pranks. But in recent years their petty rivalry that had once spanned the streets of Konoha vanished and was replaced with, what he would begrudgingly admit, companionship. Hound was a very loyal friend. Perhaps, his best friend. He was strong and clever and kind, so kind, even though Hound didn’t seem to think so himself. He was the only one that bothered to look at Iruka like he meant anything in the world.

So perhaps that’s why when Hound came to visit him the night after he passed the Chunnin Exams, Iruka had decided to cut the lights of his room and press a kiss to the underside of his chin. It was the closest he could get to his mouth without that stupid ANBU mask getting in the way, and yet the bare skin there was still frustratingly covered by the dark fabric of his undershirt.

Hound made a small noise in surprise. Iruka expected him to pull away, but instead he shoved the ANBU mask up, pulled down what must’ve been another mask, then suddenly there were another pair of lips on his, real, warm, and soft after having been hidden behind so many layers.

Heart pounding in his chest, Iruka desperately kissed him back. His hands found his arms, trailing up his bare shoulders to the broad expanse of his back. His hands itched to drift higher, to his neck, to his face. He hesitated, then, but Hound’s calloused fingers found his and brought them up to his face. Fearlessly now, he traced the angular curve of his jaw, cupping it in his palms and kissing him deeper. He felt Hound turn his head in response, slotting their mouths even closer together, his lashes fluttering against his cheek. Hound’s hands slid up his back, to his neck, finding their way into his hair. He twisted one finger into the elastic band that held his ponytail up and tugged it out. Iruka laughed against his lips as his hair fell down to his shoulders. He felt Hound’s lips curve into a smile in return. It was slightly lopsided, one corner of his mouth quirking higher than the other.

Hound pressed soft kisses across the scar that bridged his nose, the soft skin of his closed eyelids. Iruka couldn’t help but laugh again. It reminded him of a dog excitedly kissing someone’s face, all wet noses and snuffling and bumping. He dared to slide his hands further up his face, where he found a long, slender nose, and a jagged scar that bisected one eye.

It make Iruka freeze for a moment. There was so much of Hound’s past that he didn’t know. But that, he knew, was Hound’s own burden to bear. Iruka would help him carry whatever he chose to give him. He cupped Hound’s face with intent and pressed a soft kiss to that scarred eyelid. In response, Hound made an oddly broken noise. His hands tangled themselves up in his hair and he fell forward to press his forehead heavily against Iruka’s. For a moment, only the sound of their quiet breaths filled the space between them. He could feel Hound pressing insistently into his side, his arms now wrapped tightly around his back.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for years,” he breathed.

“Years?” His heart soared in his chest. He had to cling onto Hound for dear life or he would’ve melted into a puddle on the floor right then and there. The kiss had turned his legs into jelly.

They were close, now, so close. Hound’s face was RIGHT THERE. Iruka had touched it. He had kissed it. He had lovingly caressed the panes of his face in the palms of his hands. The excited pounding of his heart skipped a few beats closer to anxiety. He knew him now. Could maybe pick him out in a crowd if everyone in the crowd agreed to go into a dark room with him and let him put his hands all over their faces. He squeezed his eyes even more tightly shut.

Hound laughed. Some of Iruka’s worries vanished right then and there. Hound had a nice laugh. It started deep inside his chest and bubbled up like he was laughing with his entire being. “You can open your eyes, Iruka.”

“I can?” He hadn’t heard him put his mask back on.

“It’s pitch black. You can’t see a thing.”

Iruka hesitantly opened his eyes, partially afraid that what if Hound was wrong? What if his room wasn’t dark enough, what if Iruka had left a gap in his blackout curtains for moonlight to shine through. He would open his eyes, and see Hound, and then what? In the best case, Hound would have to kill him. Or something. Whatever ANBU had to do when their identities got exposed. In the worst case, Iruka would actually see Hound, that Hound actually wanted him to see him. He suddenly found that he really, really was not ready for that, regardless of how often he’d dreamt of it.

But true to his word, Iruka opened his eyes to darkness. His room was pitch black. He could barely see the outline of his hands even if he waved them in front of his face. The only reason he knew they were still there was because they were physically connected to him.

Hound abruptly stepped away from him, leaving Iruka to the mercy of trying to stand on his own two wobbly legs. Then came the sound of his desk chair being dragged across the hardwood floor. There was a rush of air as Hound sat heavily down on it. Clearly he was just as affected by the kiss as Iruka was.

Iruka tried to feel his way back towards him. “How can you still see?”

“I have good eyesight in the dark.”

He hissed when he stubbed his toe on his desk. That usually meant his chair was nearby, but Hound had moved the damn thing. “So you can see me, but I can’t see you? That’s hardly fair!”

Hound cracked a grin. Oh, Iruka could see that, could just barely make out the white of his teeth as a vaguely less dark shade of grey. That bastard.

“You’re not entirely blind,” Hound pointed out, and Iruka understood it as permission to use his echolocation technique. He folded his hands and sent out a pulse of chakra. It bounced off the corners of the dark room, reflecting an image of his bedroom, and Hound, slouching with one arm slung over the back of the chair.

Iruka felt his way over and boldly threw a leg over his lap, straddling him.

He felt more than saw Hound put a hand to his mouth with a snicker. “Oh my, forward are we?”

“I wasn’t done kissing you just yet.” His eyes were slowly adjusting to the dark. He could see Hound’s pale hair now, just a slightly lighter shade of grey. His hands found his chest, then his shoulders. He paused before he let his hands climb his neck, to his face. “Are you sure this is okay?”

Hound tipped his head, both in question, and also to press his cheek into the palms of his hands. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I would be able to recognize you now.”

“Trust me, you won’t.” And Iruka wanted to smack him for his smug tone.

He kissed him instead.

Earlier, their kisses had been chaste. Now Iruka pressed and sucked on his lips, intent on leaving them red and swollen. Hound hummed happily under his attention, then kissed back with equal fervor, opening his mouth and dragging one very sharp, very pointed tooth across his lip.

Iruka yelped and pulled back. “Your teeth are pointy!”

Hound flinched back as well at his sudden reaction. “Are they? I thought they were normal.” He sounded defensive.

“Who told you that!” Iruka wanted to grab him and shake him. “Your teeth are very much not normal!”

“Well, I’ve never kissed anyone before,” Hound drawled, “so how would I know?”

“Haven’t you ever looked in a mirror?”

There was a long silence from Hound. Too long of a silence.

“You’ve never looked in a mirror?” Iruka asked incredulously.

“Rarely. I…” There was a very long pause as Hound was clearly trying to decide on whether or not to tell him something. “...I tend to keep my face covered, even outside of ANBU.”

Now that was an interesting tidbit of information. Iruka squirreled it away for later, for that desperate, foolish hope that he would get to find Hound outside of ANBU someday.

“Here.” He pulled their faces close together again, showing him his teeth. “Feel.”

“Is this you asking me to kiss you with tongue?” Hound teased.

“With your fingers!”

“Oh.”

Iruka looked away bashfully. “...but you can kiss me with tongue. If you want.”

And that was all he had needed to say. Hound crashed into him, open mouthed, their teeth clacking together. His tongue found its way into his mouth and Hound swiped it along the very normal, flat tops of his teeth.

“...oh,” Hound said. “How do you even manage to chew your food?”

“Like a normal person?” Iruka wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Kissing was messier than he had expected. “What have you been doing? Ripping and tearing flesh from bone like the dog you are?” A thought suddenly struck him. “Oh! Are you an Inuzuka?”

There was another long silence from Hound, and Iruka realized he’d fucked up.

“Wait, don’t answer that.” He wrapped his arms around him, hugging him tightly. “I know you can’t tell me, and that’s okay. But I wish you could.”

Hound responded by kissing him deeply, his way of saying I wish I could, too. His tongue was in his mouth again, except this time, it was twisting against Iruka’s, curling around it and pulling it across the joined boundary of their lips. With Iruka’s tongue in his mouth now, he nipped at it with his teeth, chewed on it like a dog, scraped one pointed tooth along the side. He tipped his head further and further back, pulling Iruka with him until they were almost vertical, Iruka leaning over Hound, hanging onto him, as Hound seemingly tried his absolute hardest to swallow his tongue. Hound clung to him like a lifeline, hands roving and searching under his shirt. Iruka grabbed at him back, caressing all the lean, hard lines of muscle on his arms and shoulders. Their breathing grew more and more rapid as they ran out of air. Neither of them particularly wanted to break the kiss.

That is, until Hound drew in a particularly sharp breath, choked on their combined spit, and then had to turn away to violently cough his lungs out.

“Slow down, slow down!” Iruka hacked into one elbow himself. He gave Hound a few good thumps on the back to help knock the fluid out of his lungs. “I’m not going anywhere for a while.”

Now that they’d stopped kissing, he noticed a very different sensation. Something was poking him, sharply, urgently, in the butt. Iruka himself hadn’t been completely unaffected either. He was pretty sure Hound felt his erection poking him in the stomach every time Iruka had pressed up against him to kiss him. And yet, Hound’s arms came up to wrap around him, strongly, securely, pulling them even more tightly together. It only increased the pressure on his dick, and pressed the one he was sitting on deeper into that sensitive spot under him. The moan that escaped his mouth surprised him. He didn’t even know he could make that noise.

Hound immediately stilled. “Sorry.”

“No, don’t be,” Iruka growled. He didn’t feel like the kissing was enough. He ground himself down on his lap, dragging a ragged gasp out of Hound. He felt his own blood rise in response. His heart was pounding in his ears. “I haven’t ever…” he trailed off, feeling silly.

The grip of Hound’s arms around him never faltered. “I’ve also never.”

“Then… could we? Together?” He felt silly for asking.

Hound went still again. “Iruka,” he said, and he sounded so pained. “We’ve only just kissed.”

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long, long time.” Iruka cupped his hands around Hound’s face and made him look up at him. He couldn’t see much other than the rough outline of his face, but he looked right about where his eyes should be and hoped that Hound was meeting his, too. “I like you a lot, Hound. I would like to do this with you. You’re the only one I trust.”

“You really want to?” Hound asked, and Iruka felt his throat bob under his fingers. “With me?”

He planted a kiss on his nose. “Of course I want to, that’s why I was asking.”

“But me?” He still sounded so incredulous, as if he couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that anyone would like him enough.

“Yes, you.” Iruka tugged his shirt off and tossed it somewhere into his room. He fumbled around Hound’s waistband, trying to figure out where the hem of his ANBU top was. “Are you going to help me, or am I going to have to do all the work?”

In a flash, Hound’s shirt was gone and the bare expanse of his chest pressed against his. He was so, so warm. Iruka felt like he was going to explode from all that skin-on-skin contact. He tugged his pants off and wrapped his legs around his waist. He clung onto him for a long while, just relishing the feeling of skin-on-skin contact.

“How do you want to do this?” Hound murmured into his ear.

Iruka thought he had been making himself clear enough. Just for extra emphasis, he ground himself down on Hound’s erection. “I want you to fuck me,” he said, not caring how depraved he sounded, “I want you to eat me alive.”

Hound went deathly, deathly still underneath him. His skin burned against his. Iruka abruptly got the impression that Hound was blushing very, very red. He felt him turn away, covering his mouth with a hand. His shoulders shook. “Hehe. Hehe. Hehehehe.”

“Are you giggling?” Iruka asked, aghast.

Hound stopped. “No.”

Iruka knew better. He patted his cheek. “You’re very cute.”

Hound caught his hand. “I’m not. I’m a very dangerous assassin.”

“Very dangerous,” Iruka nodded seriously.

“I could kill you right now.”

“Then kill me.” And he lifted himself up and dropped his entire weight down on Hound’s erection.

The sound Hound made was akin to a choked cry. His hands found Iruka’s ass and squeezed it tightly. “You are going to be the death of me,” he groaned.

Iruka just laughed breathlessly as he picked him up and laid him on his back on the bed. He waited for Hound to join him, but he remained standing at the foot of the bed. Iruka sat up. “Are we going to do this, or are you just going to sit there giggling like a schoolgirl again?” he teased.

Hound stilled. An air of focus and determination fell over him. “We need oil,” he said. It sounded like he was on a mission.

Iruka fumbled around for his weapons pouch. He was pretty sure he had tossed it somewhere on his bed when he’d come in earlier. Upon finding it, he dug out the small bottle of standard-issue choji oil all shinobi got to clean their blades. “Here.”

Hound hesitantly took it from him. “I… don’t think that’s regulation.”

“I don’t care, I think it’s cool.” Iruka worked his underwear off and kicked it off to the side. “I bet ANBU have mission sex all the time using choji oil.”

“That’s a myth,” Hound sighed. Still, he worked the cap off the bottle of choji oil. The pungent scent of cloves immediately filled the room. “Am I supposed to put this on my hand, or can I just… pour it in?”

The imagery of Hound plugging the mouth of the bottle directly into his asshole and then tipping both him and the bottle at the same time was too disturbing. “Don’t pour it in!”

“Alright, I’ll find something to spread it with.” He heard Hound feeling around for something, then came the ominous clink! of metal on metal that suggested he had found his weapons pouch.

Iruka immediately jumped to conclusions in horror. “No, do not put a kunai up my ass!”

“Okay, just fingers then.” There was a long pause from Hound. When he spoke up again, his voice had brightened considerably. “I think I might have a technique for this.”

“You know a sex jutsu?”

“It was passed down to me a long time ago by my father,” Hound said solemnly.

Iruka felt oddly giddy at the idea. Hound was so smart and skilled and knew so many things. Of course he would have picked up a sex jutsu somewhere. “Well, then, let’s see it.”

Hound stood at the foot of the bed. He clapped his palms together, folding his fingers until only his pointer and middle remained upright. “Hidden Leaf Secret Technique-” he intoned, and that was perhaps the most animated Iruka had ever heard him sound, “One Thousand Years of Death!”

The atmosphere in the room shifted wildly. Iruka had been a prankster for long enough to know when he was in danger. He rolled out of the way just before Hound could jab him in the butt at high velocity.

Hound ended up slamming face-first into the bed, his fingers still outstretched in front of him.

Iruka stared at his fallen form. In the darkness he could just barely make out the pale skin of his back standing out against the dark covers, while his pants-clad legs vanished off the edge of the bed into the shadows swathing floor. The normally dignified ANBU looked quite silly. Iruka couldn’t help it. He burst out laughing.

“You wound me,” Hound mumbled into the mattress.

“You were the one who tried to wound me.”

“I was trying to show you my secret clan jutsu,” Hound shot back.

“You were trying to poke me in the butt,” Iruka said definitively. While he knew Hound was incredibly smart and skilled, he had forgotten one crucial thing: he was also a troll.

Hound dragged himself upright. “Can I at least do One Hundred Years of Death?”

“No.”

“Ten Years of Death?”

“No.”

“One Year of Death?”

“No. No Years of Death.”

“One Day of Death?” Hound pleaded.

Iruka crossed his arms. He was beginning to feel very silly for being the only one completely naked on this bed. “Do you want to fuck me or not?”

“Maa, I’ll behave,” Hound sighed. He obediently knelt between his legs and coated his fingers with choji oil. “Can I try again?”

Iruka propped himself up on his elbows so that he could sorta keep an eye on Hound. “You’re lucky I’m a fool.”

A fingertip brushed his hole.

“Ack!” Iruka yelped on instinct.

Hound immediately froze. 

That had felt way too intimate. Then Iruka internally smacked himself. Who was he kidding. Of course that was supposed to feel intimate. “No, no, it’s fine. Your hands are cold.”

“Sorry, I tend to run cold.” Then that long, slender finger prodded his hole again, slicked the ring of muscle with the fragrant choji oil, and plunged in. Iruka shivered. It was a very strange sensation, not sexual in the slightest. It just felt intrusive.

Iruka winced as he continued digging around. “You need to cut your nails. I feel like you’re going to scrape my skin off.”

“Sorry.” Hound’s finger vanished. Moments later, there was a clicking sound in the darkness.

Iruka sat up abruptly. “What are you doing?”

“Biting my nails off,” Hound mumbled around his hand. There was another clicking sound as he chewed another nail off and then used his teeth to file down what remained flush to the tips of his fingers.

“Oh.” Iruka let himself lay back again. The gesture was oddly touching.

Hound’s finger pushed its way back inside of him now. Iruka relaxed a little. He had gotten used to the strange sensation, and Hound’s fingers had been warmed up by contact with his insides. After a while of poking and prodding and stretching him, he added a second finger.

Iruka felt him pause. “No, do not say it.”

“One Thousand Years of Death,” Hound snickered. His head hit the mattress with a soft thump as his shoulders shook with laughter.

Iruka put a hand to his forehead in exasperation, but couldn’t help letting a laugh escape him. This felt so silly. “I think that’s good enough.”

Hound went all serious and still again. “No, not yet.”

Iruka felt Hound’s weight vanish from the mattress. He dug around the floor for a bit, then returned holding something in his other hand.

From the darkness came the unmistakable sound of pages turning.

Iruka sat up incredulously. “Are you reading a book?”  

Hound was indeed reading a book. He was huddled behind the hardback cover, buried so deeply into the pages that only his pale hair could be seen sticking out over the top. The cover must have been some bright shade of yellow or orange, bold enough that Iruka could see it as a grey square in the darkness.

“You were just about to fuck me, why are you reading a book!?” He glared at the cover like it had personally offended him. “That’s not how to sex for dummies, is it?”

“No!” Hound clutched the book to his chest, offended. “This is the greatest work of romantic literature in history!”

“That sounds exactly like what someone would say to disguise that fact that they read cheap porn,” Iruka said dryly. He knew that was mean, but he was sexually frustrated, damnit. “Can’t you just fuck me?”

“Do you know how to fuck someone?” Hound shot back.

“...no.” He’d only ever heard about it. Mostly from Anko, and she had different bits than him.

“Then let me consult my book,” Hound said smugly, “It has… tips and tricks.”

“So it is how to sex for dummies.”

Iruka was pretty sure Hound only had one eye. Occasionally, what little light remained in the room would catch on a dark pupil, but he only ever saw one. Now, that one eye glared darkly at him from over the cover.

Hound snapped the book shut decisively. “Just watch.” His finger found its way inside of him again.

Iruka tried not to squirm as he poked and prodded experimentally at his walls. “What are you doing?”

The only answer he got in response was, “You’ll know when I find it.”

Now that Hound mentioned it, there was a growing pool of warmth low in his belly. It grew and grew and grew as Hound continued to stroke, until it was fiery hot and almost unbearable. The muscles in his stomach clenched. His legs began shaking uncontrollably. 

He saw a flash of white teeth. He was pretty sure Hound was grinning.

“Found it,” Hound growled, something feral in his tone, and struck that spot with his finger again.

All at once, his abdominal muscles contracted and he came with a yelp. His vision went black. Or maybe it was just the darkness of the room. Iruka laid there for a long time, shivering and panting, embarrassed that he had cum so early into everything. But when he grabbed his dick, his hands came away dry.

“...What?” he uttered, staring at his hands in utter witchcraft. “How???”

“Prostate orgasm,” Hound said, sounding immensely proud of himself. 

“How did you know about this?”

A singular eye appeared over the edge of the book. “I read about it in my book,” Hound said cheekily. Then he set the book down and went at it again.

That was too much. Iruka felt like he was going to burst out of his skin. “Wait, no, no, no,” he wailed, “Don’t poke it anymore!”

“No? But I thought-”

“No, no, not right now,” he gasped. He located Hound’s arm between his thighs and clung onto it for dear life with his arms and legs. “I don’t think I could handle it.”

“Oh, sorry.” He gently untangled Iruka’s limbs from his arm and pulled away. “Tell me if it’s ever too much.”

“No, no, no, it’s fine, it’s fine.” He flapped a hand hysterically. “Let me just- give me a moment, here.” He lay limply on the bed, chest heaving. “That was good,” he said to the ceiling, “That was really, really good.”

“More?” Hound offered.

Iruka finally felt like the buzzing in his head had subsided. “Yes, more, but even more than that.” He covered his face with his hands. God, this was so embarrassing. “I kinda want you inside of me,” he mumbled, “Like right now.”

“Oh my,” Hound tittered, and then he was giggling madly to himself like a schoolgirl again. He was so endearing. “How are we gonna-?”

Before Hound could pull out his book again, Iruka hushed him with a finger to his lips. “Shh. You’ve done enough. I’ll take care of this now. It can’t be that hard, right?”

“You mean my dick, or getting it inside of you?” said Hound with his smartass mouth. “Because if we’re talking about my dick, it is very much-”

Iruka seized his waistband. “Pants off.”

Hound hesitated for a moment, then obediently stripped.

Iruka stared at him unabashedly as he applied choji oil to his dick. It was long and slender, which made sense, considering that everything about Hound was long and slender. His pubic hair was white, or at least some sorta light grey, pale enough that he could see it in the dark. Iruka smirked. One time when Iruka had boldly claimed that he would be able to recognize him out of uniform because of his hair, Hound had smugly informed him that it was in fact dyed. But what sorta manic went around dyeing their hair down there as well? Hound was clearly a big, fat, liar.

“Like what you see?” Hound said to all his staring.

Iruka swallowed. He resisted the urge to put his dick in his mouth. “It’s very nice,” was all he could say.

“‘Nice,’” Hound echoed with a laugh.

“Shut up.” The only reason he could see anything at all was that Hound was very pale. If there had been more light, he would have imagined his more tender parts to be pink. “You’re very pale. Uh. Down there.”

“And you’re dark like a plum,” Hound responded without hesitation. “It makes me want to sink my teeth into you.”

It was oddly poetic. Blushing heavily, Iruka just directed Hound to sit at the edge of the bed and stepped over his lap, so that his dick was right beneath him. He put one hand on his shoulder to steady himself. “Are you ready?”

“Are you sure you don’t want my book?” Hound asked cheerily.

“No, I got this.” He stared at Hound’s dick beneath him. It stood tall and upright. It couldn’t be that hard to get it inside of him. He took it gingerly, stroking it a few times in awe. Hound shivered under him. Feeling a bit more confident, he grabbed it by the shaft (Hound let out a hiss at the sensation) before trying to guide the head to fit between his ass. It very much did not want to bend. Keeping one hand still firmly gripping onto Hound’s shoulder, he squatted down until the head poked insistently at his entrance. He kept applying pressure, moving the shaft around with his other hand to try to find his hole. Abruptly, the head caught on the oil-slicked lips, and plunged in.

He let out an involuntary gasp. That was definitely not the same as fingers. It felt like splitting himself in two. His whole body was shaking. Still, resolute, Iruka released his hold on Hound’s dick and set both hands on his shoulders to steady himself. Hound’s arms came up to hover worriedly around him.

“It’s okay, I’m fine,” he told him, and began the task of carefully lowering himself onto his cock. His breath came in harsh pants. He couldn’t tell if the sensations wracking his body were meant to be pleasurable or overwhelming.

About halfway, he realized: this wasn’t going to work. His hole was stretched tight around the middle of Hound’s cock. There was no way he was going to be able to fit him. He was shaking so badly now that his legs were barely holding him up. He tried to back out, but his legs wouldn’t hold. His bare feet slipped on the sheets. For a moment, his gut was swallowed by the terrifying feeling of being airborne.

Hound just barely managed to catch him by the arms. He let out a groan when the motion jerked roughly on his dick.

“I think I nearly almost killed both of us,” Iruka said shakily.

Hound nodded. “I think,” he began, and he sounded strained as well, “I think you need to breathe a bit. And… relax?”

Iruka nodded, and took several deep breaths through his nose. He willed himself to relax the tight ring of muscle around his hole. He breathed out, and with each breath he took more of Hound into him. Together, they managed to slowly lower him onto his cock.

Iruka was shaking, hard, now. He clung onto Hound’s shoulders for dear life. Their chests pressed together, sandwiching Iruka’s own dick between them. “I can’t believe that fits,” he gasped.

“I can’t believe that’s physically possible,” Hound agreed in wonder.

As he held tightly onto his chest, Iruka realized Hound was shaking, too. Very slightly, but his entire body buzzed with pent-up energy. As Iruka continued to slowly settle his entire weight on his lap, Hound arched his back in response, rolling his head around and baring the pale column of his throat. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he opened and closed his mouth in some strange, soundless moan, stretching his jaw wide open until it cracked.

When Iruka sheathed himself fully on him, Hound finally broke. He leaned over and cupped the point of Iruka’s shoulder in his mouth, so that his teeth lightly brushed his skin. He clenched his jaw, then released a long, drawn out sigh.

Iruka shivered at the sensation. “What are you doing?”

“My teeth- my teeth feel itchy.” Hound put his head down and nosed his shoulder. His tongue darted out to gently lap over the shallow dents he’d left behind.

Iruka laughed breathlessly. Hound was a biter. Of course he was a biter. He wrapped his arms around his head, flattened all that wild, unruly hair to his skull, and held him down. “Bite,” he told him, “Eat me alive.”

Hound nodded against his shoulder. His mouth opened again and he cupped his teeth around the point of his shoulder. He bit, then released. Bit, then released. Over and over again. Iruka could feel his jaw clenching, his body shaking, Hound fighting with himself to never bite him hard enough to break skin. When he was done, a circle of red marks crowned his shoulder. Hound ran a tongue over his skin, and then settled back into butting his head against his shoulder.

Iruka pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Are your teeth less itchy now?”

“Better,” Hound mumbled through his mess of hair. Then he tipped his head back. Iruka laughed when the tip of his tongue found the soft flesh of his ear, followed by teeth. Hound nipped gingerly at his earlobe, then slid his nose down his face to nip at the point of his nose. His face found the hollow of his neck, rubbed against the soft skin there, and he poked a pointed tooth out from his lips to drag a line down from his shoulders. Goosebumps trailed in its wake.

Iruka arched his back at the sensation, exposing the column of his neck as he propped his arms behind him on Hound’s thighs. “Is that all I am to you?” he laughed, “Just a really good chew toy?”

“The best,” Hound agreed, wrapping his arms tightly around him. He pressed his face against his neck, then turned to catch his teeth on his Adam’s apple. He bit lightly down the bony ridges of his throat, down to his chest where he ran his nose along his collarbone. The pointed fang came out again. He trailed a loop around his nipple.

Iruka cried out in surprise, he didn’t expect that to be sensitive.

“Sorry,” Hound breathed, and lapped apologetically at the red mark he had left.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Iruka said shakily. Something about the way Hound so carefully and tenderly mapped and nipped at his body was making his face turn red.

Hound similarly nosed his other nipple, then buried his face in the hollow of his chest, nipping his way down, all the way down…

“Are you trying to put my dick in your mouth?” Iruka realized, when he felt Hound straining.

“Can I?” Iruka felt him bend down and try to nip him lower, before letting out a grunt in frustration. 

“I don’t think that’s physically possible,” Iruka told him.

“It was in my book.”

He shook his head. “It’s like trying to suck your own dick. It’s not possible.”

“It was in my book,” Hound insisted, and lunged for his dick again. He missed, there was no way he could physically fold himself in half like that.

“I can get off your lap,” Iruka offered. He tried to move. Something else moved inside of him.

His dick was still in him. Oh god, his dick was still in him. All of Hound’s careful worship of his body had distracted him from the fact that Hound’s cock was still in him, still stiff and upright and probably dribbling pre by the wetness he was feeling around his balls at their point of union.

His own cock was dripping pre, now, he noticed, as Hound made another swipe for it.

“There’s too many ribs in the way,” Hound muttered. “ Unless….” He trailed off thoughtfully. From where his arms were wrapped behind his back, Iruka felt Hound make a few quick motions with his hands. Then:

“I removed my bottom two ribs.”

“You what!?”

“I copied- learned a jutsu once to remove bones,” Hound said simply, as if it were not a big deal that he had just removed his bones to suck dick. “Well, more like make them soft. It was meant to make patients with shattered bones easier to transport.”

Hound… removed his ribs so that he could give him a blow job, while he was also inside of him at the same time. Iruka shuddered. That was so hot. He cupped his face with a hand. “You are incredible,” he said in awe.

Hound didn’t seem like he knew what to do with the compliment. He just ducked his head and successfully closed his lips around the tip of Iruka’s dick, sucking on the head and sticking his tongue into the slit.

Iruka had to cover his face at the sensation. “Oh god,” he breathed shakily. The entire time, his own cock had sat there completely ignored while Hound had pleasured his other holes. Now that Hound had finally turned his attention to it, he was completely unprepared.

He felt Hound’s teeth around his dick as he grinned. He sank deeper.

“Please don’t choke,” Iruka warned, remembering how Hound had so eagerly drank in his tongue that he had nearly choked on it.

“Em hm,” Hound hummed, and Iruka felt the vibrations run around inside of him. Then he tried to throat him all at once.

“Don’t choke!” Iruka yelled at him, but it was too late. Hound immediately gagged and had to pull away, coughing. “Be careful!”

“The book made it seem so easy!” Hound wailed. He sounded so affronted.

“Just the tip then.”

“No, no, I think I’ve figured it out.” Hound managed to straighten his neck out. And then he was sliding the entire length of his cock down his throat.

Iruka made a strangled sound as Hound swallowed him whole. Once he had him, he gently massaged his cock with the walls of his throat, bobbing and sucking and swallowing. Iruka whined at the sensation, then bucked upwards, into his mouth. It pulled on the cock in his own ass, and that just sent him into a frenzy. He ended up having to prop his arms up behind him on Hound’s thighs, gasping wildly into the air as he tried to keep himself upright.

Hound finally came up for a breath and… spat out a hair.

Iruka winced. “Sorry, I’ll shave next time.”

Hound just fixed him with one hooded eye. “‘A man can’t claim to like trees if he’s scared of the bushes beneath,’” he recited, then went down on him again.

It was campy, it was cheesy, but Iruka felt himself blush from cheeks to toes. “Is that from your book too?”

Hound nodded, too busy sucking him dry. He bobbed his throat, sliding up and down his entire length.

It was getting to much for him. “Stop, stop, stop!” Iruka squirmed on his lap. It didn’t help that he was held in place by Hound’s cock inside of him. He felt his abdominal muscles convulse involuntarily at the thought. “Stop, I think I’m actually going to cum now.” 

Hound stopped and looked at him in confusion. “Don’t you want to cum, though?”

Iruka cuffed him in the ear. “Hound you self-sacrificing idiot, of course I want to cum, but with you, get it? Whether you like it or not, we’re partners in this. You can’t just keep pleasing me.” He grabbed his hands and put them on his waist. “Use me.”

Hound froze. His hands sat warm and heavy on his waist. “But- what if I hurt you?”

“You won’t.”

Hound shuffled around, twisting the sheets into a circle, and then slowly tipped forward to lay Iruka on his back on the bed. “Alright, we’ll do it properly this time.”

“I need you to use me,” Iruka emphasized, because sometimes getting Hound to do anything for himself meant making him think it was Iruka’s demand, “I need you to eat me alive.”

Hound only leaned forward until his forehead rested heavily against Iruka’s. From the furrows in his brow, he could tell that he was squeezing his eyes shut tightly. “Trust me,” he murmured, and he sounded like a dying man, “I’ve been trying my absolute hardest to.” Then he kissed him so deeply that he left Iruka gasping for air when he pulled away.

It had been one thing to sit on Hound’s cock. It was a whole other sensation now that he was trying to move it in him. Iruka let out a cry when he began to pull out, grabbing onto Hound’s shoulders for dear life. His cock tugged at his walls, pulling on flesh that did not want to part.

Hound was shaking, too. His breath came in harsh pants. Iruka through he was going to pass out and collapse over him any moment now. Hound finally reached the end, where the tip of his cock just clung to the inside of his hole. Then he took a fortifying breath, and pushed in.

Hound was strong. Very, very strong. He slowly sank into him, heavily, inevitably, unyieldingly. Iruka squirmed under him, squirmed at the tightness, arched his back and wrapped his legs around Hound’s waist to try to relieve it. His nails dug into his skin.

“Ow!” he gasped, “Ow, ow, ow!” He felt the bones in his hips cracking. It finally occurred to him where they went wrong. “More oil, more oil!”

Hound pulling out to rub more oil onto his dick was the worst feeling ever. Like skin scraping against skin, folds of skin rolling over each other. Iruka could almost see the mess he had made of Hound’s back, the pale skin of his shoulders marred by red lines. Then Hound pulled out completely, leaving Iruka feeling wide-open, like part of him was missing. That was strange, considering that earlier, Hound’s cock had been too much.

He laid on his back as Hound rubbed a frankly ridiculous amount of oil on his dick. But he did appreciate the sentiment. Then Hound slid back between his legs and pressed oil-slicked fingers into his hole. “I think this should be enough this time.”

“You think?” The pungent scent of cloves filled the air so thickly that it made his head spin.

Hound’s only response was to press a kiss to the inside of his thigh. He kissed and nipped, pressing his face against the tender skin there and dragging a long line with his tongue.

“This again?” Iruka laughed, grabbing at his head so he could cradle it between his arms.

“I didn’t get to do this earlier.” His breath brushed lightly against his skin. He buried his head in between his legs, pressing his face against his coarse pubic hair and nosing the soft skin covering his testicles. His tongue peeked out to slyly lick the base of his shaft again.

“No, do not,” Iruka warned him. If he put his cock in his mouth again he would absolutely cum right then and there. He felt the curve of Hound’s crooked smile against his most intimate parts as he pulled away again.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be good,” Hound reassured him. He slid a hand under his pelvis, then lifted his hips up until the tip of his cock lined up with the entrance of his hole. Combined with the excessive amount of oil and the fact that his hole had been stretched wide and loose from all the time it had spent with Hound’s cock inside of it, he slid right in.

Iruka heard Hound snigger again. “What?”

“I feel like if I slip, I’m going to lose my entire dick inside you.” He pressed forward until he bottomed out.

Iruka squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation of tightness again. It made his next words come out a bit sharp. “Oh come on, it’s not going to eat you up like that.”

“On the contrary,” Hound whispered into his ear, “I want you to eat me alive.”

His words went straight to his dick. Hound swallowed his moan with a kiss. He slowly pulled out, making Iruka whine, then pushed back in even slower. That sensation made his toes curl and his hands scrabble madly at the sheets. Hound repeated the motion several more times, excruciatingly slow, seemingly trying to get the hang of it. But each time it only left Iruka wanting for more.

“Faster, please.”

Hound paused, then leaned in close. His breath ghosted the shell of his ear. “You know, you’re supposed to scream my name if you want me to go faster.”

Because he had stopped moving, Iruka frustratedly hooked his legs around his hips and tried to drag himself up on his cock. “Tell me your name, and then I’ll scream it.”

Hound remained silent.

“That’s what I thought,” he said smugly, then yelped when Hound seized his hips.

“Being a bitch about it also works,” he growled into his ear, then began thrusting at a hard, punishing pace.

Iruka squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed onto Hound for dear life. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” he cried, “This has got to be how it is!”

His loose hair flew wild and tangled around in his face as Hound sent Iruka sliding back and forth on the sheets. With a growl, Hound grabbed his ankles and threw them over his shoulders, making Iruka’s back curve obscenely as he nearly folded him in half under him. Hound thrust directly down into him now, driving all the air out of him and replacing it with the high, giddy feeling of pleasure radiating out of him in waves. He was vaguely aware of his legs shaking violently over his head, his nails tearing at the skin of Hound’s back. They must have been matching, now. Iruka covered in teeth marks and Hound covered in scratches.

Hound suddenly struck something inside of him that sent fireworks up his spine. He gasped into his mouth, feeling his entire body going limp. In response, Hound changed his angle and began striking it again and again and again, making Iruka cry out and wail as his body convulsed uncontrollably. He came so hard that stars exploded in his vision and he was pretty sure that blood was going to burst from his eyes and nose from the pressure of it. But what he did not expect, however, was for Hound to continue fucking him through his orgasm, leaving him a wailing, keening mess. His abdominal muscles convulsed uncontrollably as waves and waves of pleasure hit him. It only egged Hound on, making him to thrust harder and faster and deeper. Iruka clenched, hard, on instinct, and Hound came inside of him with a whole-body shudder. For a moment, Iruka marveled at the strange sensation of his release trickling around in his insides. Then Hound’s arms and legs abruptly gave out and he collapsed over him like his strings had been cut.

Iruka got a mouthful of hair. The point of Hound’s nose hit his throat and he buried his face in his neck. His weight only shoved his cock deeper inside of him and compressed his walls down on it. Iruka squirmed under him, assaulted by the sensation of still being too full. Not to mention, his own dick was now firmly sandwiched between their slick chests. The more he squirmed, the more that warm feeling built up inside of him, and he realized with horror that he was only arousing himself again. He slid one hand between them to try to free his dick, but the instant his fingers brushed the sensitive shaft, he came one last, final time. Iruka went limp with a gasp. This time, his dick didn’t feel like rising again.

Hound had remained unmoving the entire time Iruka had struggled underneath him. For a long moment, Iruka thought that he had fallen asleep. Or passed out. Or died. He didn’t think his ass game was that strong.

A soft puff of breath against his neck announced Hound’s return to the land of the living. He still didn’t move from his position tucked under Iruka’s chin. Instead he let out a satisfied hum that resonated through their joined bodies, and began pressing soft kisses to his neck. He kissed and sucked, then dragged a pointed incisor over every spot he licked.

Iruka just tangled his hands in his hair with a laugh. It was coarse. Like a dog, his mind so helpfully supplied.

Hound hadn’t been asleep, or passed out, or dead, he realized. He had just really tired himself out pleasing Iruka. The thought made him feel all warm and giddy inside.

He gave him a nudge. “Hound.”

“Hm?” Hound replied absently, still drifting in that post-coital bliss.

He nudged him again. “You’re crushing me.”

“Sorry,” Hound mumbled, and tried to roll off of him.

Iruka let out a yelp as that yanked on something deep inside of him. Hound just ended up rolling back onto Iruka. He gave him a push. “Hound?”

“Hm?” he said again.

“Your dick is still inside me.”

“Oh.” Painstakingly slow, Hound dragged himself onto his elbows and knees. Then he pushed himself up on his arms, and carefully pulled out, leaving Iruka feeling empty. When he was free, he flopped over heavily to lay spreadeagled next to him.

After a few long moments, Iruka asked, “Did you put your ribs back?”

“They’ll return to normal in a few days.”

For some reason, the way Hound just casually waved off his ribs made Iruka want to laugh. All of this just seemed so silly, all of a sudden. Hound with his One Thousand Years of Death, his stupid book, his jutsu to remove his ribs so that he could suck Iruka off. Meanwhile he was over here with his brilliant idea to use choji oil as lubricant, followed by almost impaling himself on Hound’s cock rather than admit defeat.

Hell, the sex in general just seemed silly now. It must have been the post-nut clarity hitting them.

They both burst out laughing.

“Not bad for a first time?” Hound asked, cracking a grin.

“Not bad,” Iruka agreed, a smile on his lips. “Not bad at all.”

“CHOJI OIL!???” Anko screamed at him the next day. She had noticed Iruka limping and immediately threatened the truth out of him. In his defense, she worked at T&I. That woman had the eyes of an eagle and claws just as sharp. He was just surprised at what she took offense at.

“IF YOU’VE GOT NOTHING ON HAND,” Anko continued to yell, “YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO USE VEGETABLE OIL.”

Iruka shrugged. “Who has vegetable oil?”

“Anyone who has a kitchen has vegetable oil.” When Iruka just put up his palms helplessly, she groaned and covered her face. “Of course, the only thing you have in your kitchen is instant ramen.”

“I thought it would be hotter to use choji oil.”

“It’s for blades! Not for you!”

“It smelled nice.”

“THAT WAS THE AROMATIC HYDROCARBONS. THEY’LL KILL YOU.”

Iruka laughed nervously. “I thought it was made out of cloves?”

Anko put her hands on her hips. “Back in the Warring States period, sure, Choji oil was made from cloves,” she snarked. “These days, there’s other things in it! It’s for cleaning the blade!” She stopped to slap her hands to her face with a pained groan. “Arughhhhh, I’m a poisons specialist, that shit will dissolve rust! And you stuck it up your a-”

Iruka quickly slapped a hand over her mouth. They were outside on a neighborhood street. “Not in public!” he hissed.

Anko licked his hand, making him let go in disgust. She continued her tirade. “The side effects are dizziness, nausea, accelerated heart rate-”

Iruka thought about how he had felt last night. He wouldn’t have been able to tell anyways, not after how Hound had made him feel. “But you don’t mind that I fucked Hound?”

Anko stopped mid-rant to glare at him. “It was about time!”

Iruka nodded in agreement. “He’s a really good top.”

“AURGH!” Anko slammed her hands over her ears. “I don’t need to hear that!” She jabbed a finger at him. “Just next time you’re going to fuck that asshole ANBU again, don’t use choji oil!”

Iruka did not, in fact, get to fuck the asshole ANBU again. 

Hound still visited him at night, where Iruka would kill all the lights in his room so that Hound could kiss him freely. But it was only that. Just kisses. Something seemed to be weighing heavily on Hound’s mind, these days. Iruka did not get to hear him laugh as much. Their time together was more silent, subdued. Hound would put his head against his shoulder with a sigh, and Iruka would hold him long into the night. He would hold him for as long as he needed, as if his arms could somehow shelter him from his sadness.

One night, Hound held onto him for so long that Iruka finally gave into his exhaustion and fell asleep. When he woke in the morning, with bright sunlight finally breaking through his curtains, Hound was gone.

He never saw him again after that.

Iruka did not want to think he was dead, not yet. During that last night together, Hound had held onto him so tightly. It seemed like he knew he was leaving. Iruka wanted to think he was just somewhere out there on the streets of Konoha, safe and sound and unknown. He hoped he got his peace.

Iruka’s second time was about two years after he saw Hound last. It was one of those lazy summer afternoons down in the streets of Konoha. The local kids were running about playing their games, old grannies were selling cold treats in the market stalls. He was just idly running errands, watching children chase each other in the summer heat, when he froze.

There was a man slouched against the bookstore wall, hidden in the cool shade of a tree. He was giggling to himself and his face was buried in a book with a bright orange cover.

Iruka knew the laugh. He unfortunately also knew the book.

After that night with Hound, Iruka had gone searching for the book. He narrowed it down to one Icha Icha Paradise, by the Sannin Jiraiya of all people. He shuddered at the thought of how Jiraiya knew the ins and outs of gay sex. From what he’d heard, he was supposedly a womanizer.

But anyway, one of the legendary Sannin wrote porn, and it seemed like very, very few people read the books, given that their contents were mostly impossible sex feats. Of course only Hound and his genius brain had been crazy enough to actually pull one of them off.

The man laughed again. The sound overlaid in Iruka’s ears with Hound’s laugh. The world swam around him, past and present suddenly feeling so close.

Iruka blinked. And really, really looked at him. He was long and lean, with a dangerous air about him that spoke of blades in the dark and white, porcelain masks. In the daylight, he was dressed in jounin blues, had his headband slung over one eye.

Hound only had one eye.

All the pieces were falling together.

Silver hair, covered face, stupid book. This was Hound. Iruka knew that this was Hound.

Iruka had been staring at him unabashedly, so it wasn’t long before the man’s gaze flicked up from the pages of his book to meet him. He must have contained his surprise well, because he didn’t even react to his presence. Instead, his gaze steadily roved over his body, taking note of his appearance, checking him for threats. He remained calm and collected. Then his gaze landed on Iruka’s eyes, which had been firmly fixated on his book.

The singular eye darted between Iruka, and the book. Iruka, the book. Iruka, book. Rapidly. When he had realized that the connection had been made and that Iruka definitely knew he was Hound, his pupil shrank and his eye grew almost comically wide.

“This is the sequel,” he blurted as if in explanation. “I’ve gotten better.”

“Is that,” and Iruka summoned the courage to step up to him, “an invitation to go a second time?”

He blinked at him in surprise. “You want to go again?”

“Are you kidding me?” Iruka wanted to grab him by the shoulders and shake him. Even after all these years, Hound still hadn’t changed. He still always thought he was impossible to be loved. “It was the best I ever had! Of course I want to go again.”

Iruka watched him fall into some sort of shocked state. Ah, so this was what was happening every time Hound had gone silent. After a few moments, the tiny patch of bare skin on his face began turning a vivid, vivid red. So Iruka had been right. Hound did have a tendency of going red.

He took another step forward and put out his hand. “What’s your name?”

“My name?” The jounin looked surprised for a moment, surprised that Iruka had cared, surprised that he had even bothered to ask. Surprised that he wanted to get to know him more. Then his eye curved into a sleazy arch and he deflected it all with a leer. “Oh, so you know what to scream?”

Iruka just laughed at him. Give a man a mask and he will tell you everything. Hound was not as brave in the daylight like this, his shadows and mystery stripped away. But he understood, giving him his name meant all the walls came down.

“Yes,” Iruka said boldly, and watched as Hound turned red again. He smiled at him fondly. “It’s so that I would know what to call you when we do more normal things together, like going out for ramen.”

The man blinked at him. “Oh,” he said shakily. Then he fished his hand out of his pocket and put it into Iruka’s. His eye curved into a smile, a genuine one this time.

“I’m Kakashi.”