Hey there! I have not forgotten you, I promise! I’ve been a wee bit busy with school, which is tough this semester. I’m starting a new language—Korean—and it’s a challenge! Not entirely different from Japanese but some things, while they sound the same, are NOT and that can be really confusing! But I’m getting there, it’s just taking up time, which means writing has been, well, really slow.
That said, I *have* done some editing! This is an older story I started a while back and found on my hard drive. I found myself reading it (though some of it made me cringe!) and decided to edit and, eventually, finish it! It’s part of the Naruto fandom, so if you’re not familiar, you might want to skip this because some of it is very necessary to understand what’s going on. If you do, well… I hope you enjoy my Yamato/Iruka story!
A few things:
1. I do not own Naruto, any of it’s spinoffs, sequels, characters, world, etc., etc., etc.
2. I started this ages ago on AFF and Y!Gal. I’ve edited heavily and am posting it here. (If you’ve seen it on AFF or Y!Gal, this IS better. I promise!) I’ll be updating AFF but Y!Gal is, of course, gone.
3. I refuse to recognize canon after a certain point in the Naruto story (~ch. 614/ep. 364). 😛 This story doesn’t really deal with anything different. It’s after the war, before most things have changed, and they’re still rebuilding. Still, maybe consider this to be an alternative timeline.
4. I make no guarantees about finishing this. :/ I want to, but writing has been a challenge, at best. I’m in school again and it’s… not easy… to find the mental energy to write anything, including fanfic. (I have original, paid works I should be doing…) BUT! I have 10 chapters written, 6 fully edited, so there’s plenty of story to get started with. 🙂
Waking up after a night of drinking in bed naked with a strange person wasn’t all that common to begin with. But when Yamato wakes up naked in bed with a man… Umino Iruka… he’s forced to face a whole lot of possibilities he never imagined. Iruka had never even considered he might be gay–or bi–and waking up naked in bed with Yamato was the last thing he’d ever expected. Now the two of them must decide if there’s more to this than a drunken mistake. If they can get past the embarrassment and their own hangups, they might just find something they’d never expected–and that could be the best thing they could ever want.
The fresh air hadn’t helped. He’d walked through the streets of Konoha for quite a while before he gave up and found a quiet roof to sit on. He’d lain back, trying to empty his mind and just forget about it.
But a few hours later, after having very little success—and, in fact, replaying the memories instead—he gave up and went down to Ichiraku’s for something to eat. Kakashi was there, book in hand, bowl in front of him, so Yamato took the stool next to him.
“Hello,” Kakashi said from behind his book. Yamato glanced over and rolled his eyes. It was the very same one he’d almost read earlier.
“Hi.” He put in his order for ramen with Ayame and frowned at the counter.
“So, is it true?” Kakashi asked, lowering the book and turning to him.
Yamato swallowed. “Is what true?” he asked, afraid of the answer.
“Is it true you took Iruka home last night from the bar?”
Yamato swallowed again. “Yes.” He glanced up at Ayame when she brought his bowl over. “Thanks,” he said to her, returning a weak version of the smile she gave him. He pulled a pair of chopsticks out of the container on the counter, broke them apart, then pulled his bowl a little closer.
“I didn’t know you were—”
“But—” Kakashi blinked.
Yamato shrugged. “I have no idea. We’d been talking and both realized we were very drunk, so we were going to help each other home.” He shook his head again at the drunken logic. “We passed out shortly after ending up at my place.” He conveniently left out everything between walking in the door and falling asleep.
“Passed out?” Kakashi asked.
“Yes. We passed out.” Yamato focused on his ramen for a moment, hoping Kakashi would let it go.
“Mmm hmmm.” Kakashi went back to his own bowl, finishing up his noodles.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yamato asked, irritation more obvious than he would have liked.
“Nothing,” Kakashi said. “Nothing at all.” He turned his head, pulled his mask down, and drained his broth then asked, “and what happened in between getting there and passing out?”
“You really are a hentai,” Yamato grumbled, dodging the question.
“That’s not an answer.”
Yamato concentrated on his noodles and didn’t say anything at first.
“You’re kidding.” Kakashi was obviously hiding his amusement.
“What?” Yamato’s head whipped around and he scowled.
“You didn’t.” Kakashi raised an eyebrow.
“You had sex.” Not a question, a statement that only irritated Yamato further.
“No!” Yamato said, too vehemently, his cheeks turning bright red.
Kakashi simply blinked at him, clearly fighting a grin.
Yamato looked around. When he was sure they were alone, he said, “I. Am. Not. Gay.”
The look Kakashi gave him unnerved him. Then, too casually, he asked, “Is there something wrong with being gay?”
“Of course not,” Yamato hurried to say. He stared at Kakashi for a moment, wondering if there was something to the question. But when Kakashi said nothing more, simply sipped his tea around his mask—Yamato still haven’t figure out how he managed that—Yamato sighed. “Yes. We did… something. I’ve never done it before and I’m never doing it again. I don’t know why it happened. It doesn’t mean anything. There,” he said, turning back to his ramen.
Kakashi didn’t say anything more for a while, just watched Yamato eat. “You know, maybe you’re not. Have you considered that you’re bi instead?”
Yamato stared at him, then shook his head. “No.” But somehow that didn’t seem quite so bad. Women were still pretty, and he was still attracted to them. He swallowed. Maybe he was attracted to Iruka.
Kakashi shrugged and let it go. When he pushed his bowl away, he turned back to Yamato and held his book out. “You know, this book has —”
“I know that. I read them.” Yamato finished his bowl and set it back. “It doesn’t apply. Because I’m not.”
Kakashi nodded, fighting amusement if the crinkle in the corner of his eye was anything to go by. “Right. Sorry, you did say that. Well, then, sorry it was an awful night.”
Yamato blushed. He wasn’t about to admit it was anything but awful, though he suspected his blush said too much. But he couldn’t admit it to Kakashi, since he still wasn’t ready to admit it to himself. He just nodded in acknowledgment. “Well, um, I think I’m going to go read or something. It’s been a bad day.”
Thankfully, it seemed Kakashi wasn’t going to push. “Okay. Listen, Naruto’s off with the toads, I’ve got a solo mission and Sakura’s at the hospital, so I don’t know when I’ll see you again. Take care.”
Yamato nodded. “Yeah, you too. Be careful.”
Kakashi waved and they went their separate ways. Yamato would have to check in at the mission office the next day for solo options, then. Though he did still have that demonstration at the school to do too. He sighed, shoving the thoughts of the night before—and Iruka—away. He had other things to worry about now. He could forget about it.
Right, his inner-self said. That’s why the buttons are in your pocket, right?
Shut up, he told himself and continued walking.
Iruka lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. After they’d talked and fallen asleep again, he’d awakened a short while later, smack up against Yamato. He’d spent a solid two minutes staring at the chest in front of him, trying to figure out why it felt so fucking good in those arms.
When no answer had been forthcoming, he’d carefully moved out from them and gotten out of bed. Yamato had rolled onto his stomach, then, the blanket slipping down past his butt, and Iruka had found himself staring at it. Even clothed, it was sexy. Annoyed, he’d pulled the blanket back up. He told himself it was to keep Yamato warm, not to hide the body he couldn’t look away from, conveniently ignoring the fact that it was plenty warm in the room.
Then he’d slipped out of the bedroom. He’d gathered his shirt, a little shocked to discover three buttons missing. As he picked them up, the memory of it being nearly ripped off him the night before hit him. Before he could stop it, the images had come back in full Technicolor and to his complete shock, he’d gotten aroused from it.
He’d found one button on the floor by the door, but he couldn’t look for the other ones without moving Yamato’s clothes around, and for reasons he refused to examine, he didn’t want to touch them. He settled for his one button, figuring he could just replace them, yanked the torn shirt on, grabbed his vest, stuffed his feet in his sandals, and made his escape.
Now he was home in bed, staring at his ceiling, trying to figure out how the night before had happened. Well, he knew how they’d gotten to Yamato’s place. That wasn’t too much of a question. They’d gotten drunk at the bar, and wanted to help each other home. Okay, that was fine.
But the kiss on the street, that had been a surprise, especially since he’d initiated it. He couldn’t believe he’d done that. Yamato had pulled the tie out of his hair and been playing with it. It had felt so good. So when he looked up and Yamato’s face and lips were right there, he didn’t think, he just… closed the distance.
He lifted his head and banged it back against the pillow. He wasn’t gay. He wasn’t. He kept telling himself that, but he could admit that he was seriously attracted to Yamato. Or, at least, he thought Yamato was attractive. Yes, that was better, even if the wording change was bullshit. He simply ignored that little fact.
So, Inner-Iruka said, if you’re not gay, why did you enjoy—and start—the sex the night before?
Iruka growled at himself. He didn’t, absolutely not! When they’d gotten into the house, Yamato had started that.
And you blindly went along with it? Inner-Iruka asked him.
Iruka frowned. No, he hadn’t blindly gone along with it. He couldn’t even pretend that. After that first kiss, he’d given in and let himself enjoy it. And he’d been the one to open Yamato’s pants. Even if his own shirt had been the first one to come off.
He sighed. He didn’t like men! You like Yamato.
Shut up, Iruka told himself. He didn’t like men, in general. It was that simple. The night before with Yamato was an aberration, an… experiment. Yeah, that was it. The alcohol had just allowed him to give in to a little curiosity. He nodded. It didn’t mean anything; it was just a one-time thing. He wasn’t going to spend all his time thinking about it, or anything. It was over.
Iruka didn’t even dignify that with a response. In fact, maybe he’d ask that teacher out that had been smiling at him. What was her name? Maiko! That was it. She had long brown hair, a pretty smile, and she loved teaching. They’d get along, and that would help him forget about it.
So decided, Iruka sat up. He still had papers to grade and things to do for the day. He had the mission desk the next day and didn’t need to fall behind, letting his work suffer because he got drunk one night.
He simply ignored the internal snort he got at the decision.
When Yamato stepped into the mission office, he almost turned around again. He could pretend to be sick or something, then he wouldn’t have to approach the desk. The temptation was strong, especially since Iruka was sitting there.
Coward, his inner-self said.
He gritted his teeth, annoyed at himself. Sighing, he turned back around. Iruka was the only one available. Izumo and Genma were also on the desk, but both of them were busy. Yamato swallowed his ridiculous nervousness and stepped up.
“Hi, um, I-Iruka-s-san.” Yamato’s cheeks heated at the stutter.
Iruka looked up at him, his cheeks coloring, as well. “Yamato-s-san.”
Yamato just stared for a moment. One of the marks he’d left on Iruka was above his collar. Ugh, that had to be embarrassing. “S-sorry,” he said, then nearly growled at himself again. When Iruka gave him a puzzled look, he reached up and scratched at his own neck in the same spot.
“Oh! Oh. Um, it’s… okay.” The color around Iruka’s scar was getting much worse by the moment. Yamato refused to admit he thought it was cute. They didn’t say anything for a moment, the silence growing to monstrous proportions. “Did…you need something?” Iruka asked him.
“Um, sorry. I’m, um, checking in. Solo. The rest of the team is out,” Yamato finally got out.
“Oh, right.” Iruka looked down at the book in front of him, then frowned. “I’m afraid there’s not much going on right now. Not for the jounin, anyway.” He looked back up. “We have a shortage of missions at the moment. With the rebuilding, that and the escort missions for the materials are all we really have and all of those are going to the chuunin and the genin teams.”
“Ah, yeah.” Yamato managed a smile. “They can be paid less and get experience.” Yamato shrugged. “Well, um, write me in as available, I guess.”
“Okay. Are… are you okay?” Iruka bit his lip.
Yamato blinked at him in confusion, then nodded as understanding dawned. “Yeah, I managed to get rid of my headache yesterday afternoon. Um, you?”
Iruka nodded again. “Yeah. About the same time. Well, um, take… care.”
“Yeah, you too,” Yamato said, then set something down and made his escape.
Iruka stared at the object a moment before snatching it up off the desk. He stuffed the button into his pocket, hoping no one had seen it. When he glanced around, though, it looked like they hadn’t. Genma and Izumo were both still busy.
He glanced back down. There was only one button. What had happened to the other one? He shook his head. Maybe he didn’t want to know.
On his way back home, Yamato passed the tea house he liked to stop at and decided he needed something to calm himself down. When he stepped inside, there at one of the tables sat none other than Shizune. As he walked up to her, he was puzzled by the fact that his nervousness was not nearly as bad as he would have expected, since he was usually a complete wreck around women.
Then again, maybe his nerves were just so shot, nothing could get him worked up after that scene in the mission office. It had certainly messed with him. He took a deep breath. “Hello.”
She looked up at him and smiled. “Hello, Te… err Yamato-san. How are you?”
“Fine. I was wondering, would you like to go out with me? For dinner?” Yamato smiled.
Shizune blinked at him in surprise. “Uh, sure. When?”
He paused to think. “What about tomorrow evening? I don’t have any missions right now.”
She nodded and smiled up at him, and he decided she really was pretty, with that soft brown hair and dark eyes. He refused to think about another head of soft brown hair. “Okay, that sounds good.”
Yamato hesitated. “Um, where should I…?”
“Oh.” She gave him the name of her apartment building. “3G. Um, seven?”
He nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you then.” He paused for a minute, thinking there was something he was forgetting before waving and heading out. It wasn’t until he was half way home that he remembered he was going to get tea.
Yamato had to get a grip. He had things to do. He’d promised to do that demonstration for the teacher the next day and he wanted to think through the things he could do for the kids. Laundry was waiting at home and the bare refrigerator demanded he go grocery shopping. He shook his head at himself. One weird thing was no reason to get this worked up.
He wasn’t gay, he was sure of it. And while he’d been honest with Kakashi in his opinion that there was nothing wrong with that, it wasn’t him. The word simply didn’t feel right. He’d never been turned on by another man before. Never been even remotely attracted to one.
Are you sure? his inner-self asked. What about your sempai?
He frowned. He had to admit, he’d caught Kakashi looking at him a few times and he couldn’t have mistaken the look in the one visible eye. And Yamato had caught himself looking at Kakashi a couple of times. And then there was that time that he’d seriously wondered what Kakashi would look like without clothes. That didn’t make him gay, though.
There’s a whole range between gay and straight, you know.
He sighed. That much was true. Maybe he was, as Kakashi suggested, bi. And he couldn’t lie to himself completely. That jolt, that touch had gone through him when he’d touched Iruka. He frowned. It didn’t mean anything, though.
Then why do you still have one of the buttons in your pocket?
He ignored his inner-self.
Mostly because he didn’t have an answer.
Relief filled Iruka when the school week started. When school was in session, he didn’t have time to think too much. Granted, it didn’t fill all of his hours, but maybe it would distract him enough that he could just put the mess with Yamato away for good.
When he got to his classroom, it was still early, so he dropped his bag and headed for the teacher’s lounge. Maiko was in there, mixing up her tea for the morning. “Hello, Iruka-sempai.”
“Maiko-kohai, how are you?” He smiled, reaching for a cup.
“Not too bad. I had a busy weekend. How was yours?” She turned, then leaned against the counter, watching him.
He swallowed and forced his thoughts away from Friday night. “Not bad. I had the mission desk yesterday, so it was kind of short, but I don’t mind.” He focused on fixing his tea, then turned to her. “Hey, I was wondering, would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?” Wow, that wasn’t as hard as it usually was. He started to wonder about that, but just pushed it aside.
She looked surprised. “Oh! Um, sure. I… when?”
Iruka frowned. He had the mission desk yet most of the week after school, then gate duty over the weekend. “Hm. Damn, I’ve got to be in the mission office most of the week. After tonight, I won’t have anything reasonably open until next week. I’m sorry, I should have thought of that before I asked…”
“Well, how about tonight, then? Are you busy?” she asked, blushing.
He blinked, taken aback at the suggestion. “No, I just didn’t want to assume… As soon as it is and all…”
She shook her head. “That’s fine. Tonight, then.”
He nodded. “Okay, well, um, seven?”
She smiled. “Alright.” She sighed. “Well, I have to go, I’ve got someone coming today to demonstrate for the kids,” she said as they left the lounge.
“Oh? Who?” Iruka asked, sipping at his tea as they walked back toward their classrooms.
“Maiko-san. Am I too early?”
Iruka nearly spilled his tea. He’d been looking over at Maiko and so hadn’t noticed the person coming down the hall. He would never—could never—forget that voice. Yes, Iruka that’s so good! Damn. “Yamato-san!” The heat in his face could have boiled his tea.
“Iruka-san. Um, hi.” Yamato’s blush was almost as bad as Iruka’s felt.
Maiko watched the exchange with raised eyebrows. “Do you two know each other?”
“Uh, yeah, Yamato-san is Naruto’s teammate. We’ve, um, talked a few times when I saw Naruto.” It took all Iruka had to not stutter over that.
“Ah,” Maiko said, looking unconvinced. She turned to Yamato. “You’re not too early at all. Let’s go in.”
He nodded. “Okay.” He looked over at Iruka, who was stuck staring at the bruise on Yamato’s neck that was just visible at the edge of the collar. The bruise he’d put there on Friday night. How had he managed to put one that high? “Have a good day, Iruka-san.”
“Hm? Oh, yes. You too.” He waved and hurried to his own classroom, then shut the door a little too forcefully and stood against it, trying to get his brain to settle down. Of all the places to run into the man! The academy was the very last place Iruka would have expected to see Yamato. Dammit!
That bruise had brought Friday night back, again and the memory of how that skin tasted forced him to adjust himself. He didn’t understand this. He was absolutely not gay.
No one said you are. Have you ever considered you’re both? Iruka blinked at that. He’d never before been attracted to a man, not that he could remember. But he’d never experienced the things he had when Yamato had touched him, either.
He couldn’t discount that. The charge that went through him when Yamato had steadied him in the bar had been… incredible. Something he couldn’t forget because it had only gotten worse when he’d kissed Yamato in the street. And that something had exploded completely when they’d managed to close the door, kick their sandals off, and get their arms around each other.
He banged his head against the door. Well, hell, what did he do with this? Was he, well, bi? Did he go both ways? He thought of the other men he knew—Kakashi, for instance or Gai… eww, no, definitely not Gai. He guessed Kakashi was attractive enough, but Iruka had never noticed any attraction. Yamato was the only one that had ever drawn his attention.
Iruka had to face the fact that he was attracted to Yamato. That didn’t mean he was gay, maybe not even really bi, but definitely attracted to him. Iruka sighed. It didn’t matter, even if he was attracted to Yamato, he most certainly didn’t go that way. So the attraction wouldn’t be returned. He needed to let it go. In the meantime, he still had a date with a very pretty woman. And he was attracted to her.