Well, my first fanfic post on ye olde LJ. Enjoy!

Title: Signor Erotica
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: IruKaka
Warnings: A stripper pole?
Summary: Asuma drags Kakashi to the new exotic club in Konoha, and Kakashi is surprised by the final performer.


Sometimes, Kakashi wondered why he let the other shinobi talk him into these things. All he wanted was to go home, make a nice pot of tea, read the last chapter of his new Icha Icha book, and  finish off the leftover eggplant miso. Maybe after that, he would’ve put a movie and fall asleep on the couch. But no, he had to let Asuma talk him into going to check out the new performer at Number Four, the alternative men’s club buried deep within the shadier side of Konoha. He hadn’t wanted to go, but Asuma had pestered him for nearly half an hour, making reading that last chapter of Icha Icha very difficult.

Finally, after reading the same page for the fifth time, he closed the book with a sigh, and Asuma grinned in victory. The silver haired jounin stood from his perch on the couch and walked towards the bedroom to change. No one in his right mind would go to a place like Number Four in their shinobi unifrom. People might recognize you, and if they recognized you, they talked. And Kakashi definitely had a reputation to uphold.

He’d emerged from his room in a pair of tight black pants and a tight black tee shirt, tucked in to his pants. Asuma grinned, he looked pretty good, but he would be recognized, because Kakashi refused to remove the mask and hitai-ate. He grinned, and pulled two items form his pocket; a scarf (black) and an eye patch. Kakashi took them, turned his back on his friend, and changed his  ‘accessories’. When he turned, Asuma grinned. Now he just looked like a freak with a cold.

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The scene inside Number Four was very different from any atmosphere Kakashi had ever been in. Men, and some women, sat at small tables, talking softly and enjoying a variety of alcoholic beverages. Asuma spoke to someone at the entrance, and both shinobi were led to a table near the left side of the stage. The tables in their immediate area were empty, and Kakashi turned his chair a bit, so that he could keep an eye on the people streaming in and out of the establishment.

Asuma ordered them both drinks, one that Kakashi didn’t touch. As the lights went down in the audience, the crowd cheered softy, and the lights outlining the edge of the stage came to life. An announcer’s voice from an undisclosed location made welcomed them to the club and then announced the first performer. The crowd cheered again, and a loud pumping beat began, and a man dressed in a pair of tight leather shorts and a matching vest slipped from behind the curtain. A few people in the crowd cheered for him, and he grinned, beginning his routine.

Kakashi looked away disinterested as the man performed, and slowly took an inventory of the people in attendance. Four women, one that looked a bit like Anko, but with bright red hair and warm green eyes. She was focused on the dancer and nothing else. He passed on to the next person that caught his eye.

Ibiki?!

Kakashi blinked his eye, praying his mind was playing tricks on him, but the burly Interrogation specialist was there, watching the show, albeit a bit less interested than the Anko look-a-like. As the audience cheered and clapped again, Kakashi turned back to the stage to see the first performer had finished and was taking a bow before exiting.

A pole lowered from the ceiling, and two attendants quickly fastened it to the stage. They left, and the announcer introduced them to the nest performer, a young woman. Kakashi watched, barely interested. Asuma sure seemed into it, especially when the girl slid into a split, bending backward to grab her ankle, stretching her body. For the first time, he noticed some young girls walking around in sheer dresses with baskets. Asuma fished some money from his pocket and deposited it in the basket as it passed him. Kakashi raised an eyebrow at the man, and Asuma explained the patrons were not allowed to touch, and they had other performers walk around with baskets so that anyone wishing to tip the performer could still do so. Kakashi shrugged and turned back to the stage.

He wished Asuma hadn’t brought him here. He wasn’t enjoying himself, and he wanted to just lay on his couch and read.

“Why did you bring me here?” Kakashi asked. “This isn’t even remotely interesting.”

Asuma just grinned and pointed to the stage. The lights dimmed, and a slow, seductive rock song began to play. A figure crawled from between the curtains, hair hanging, blocking the performer’s face. Bored, Kakashi decided to actually watch the performance. The figure didn’t get very far, a leash was attached to a collar around his neck. The person holding the leash emerged from the curtain as well, wearing a pair of tight leather pants held to his hips by a studded belt. The man matched his slave, who wore a pair of tight blue shorts. Kakashi’s eyes widened.

Izumo was holding the leash. But who was he restraining? Kakashi couldn’t see, even as the figure, a man, stood and approached the pole, a hand gripping it lazily, his legs coming up to grip the cold steel, using his legs to push himself up the pole, legs wrapping tight as he let his body hand upside down, head facing the entrance. Izumo reached up and removed the leash, slinking to the front of the stage dancing sensuously, hands roaming his body. Kakashi watched his friend dance, and leaned back in his chair. Suddenly, Izumo walked back to the pole, spun around the base a few times and reached up, running his hands over the upside down man’s body before slipping back through the curtain.

The man on the pole slowly slide down the pole, still upside down as his shoulders hit the stage. He rolled back, to his knees, sinking down flat, before slinking to his feet, grabbing the pole and swinging around it, legs out straight. He swung to the bottom of the pole and then using only his arms, pulled himself back up the pole, swung his legs up, locked them and spun around the pole, sinking halfway before he gripped his legs tight, stilling himself. From this position, Kakashi could finally see the man’s face.

It was Iruka.

Kakashi swallowed and sat forward in his chair a bit. He watched as Iruka pressed his hands to the floor, and flipped off of the pole, slipping into a split. He swung his legs around and lay flat on his back, slowly spreading his legs and arching his back to sit up. His gaze was seductive, and his eyes focused on Kakashi’s face. He winked at him and returned to his routine. He stood back up, body rolling, and swung around the pole as the music picked up.

Kakashi watched the peformance, enraptured as Iruka moved, his body telling a story as he moved on the pole. When Iruka slid to the floor and did not move, for a second, Kakashi panicked, thinking that something had happened to Iruka, but the lights came up a bit, and the audience broke into wild cheers. Kakashi sat there somewhat blankly, and when the performer with the basket came by, he placed a large amount of ryo into it and reached for his room temperature drink and knocked it back quickly, sitting back in his chair.

Asuma sat back as well, and grinned at Kakashi.

“What did you think?”

“Unn...” Kakashi stared at the empty stage, and Asuma laughed, patting his shoulder.

“I thought you might like that. Didn’t think he had it in him, did you?”

Kakashi shook his head, finally regaining the ability to speak.

“Izumo was his.. His handler? That’s a little odd. Isn’t he with Kotetsu?”

“Yeah,” Asuma conceded. “But Izumo’s a performer, and Kotetsu doesn’t mind. In fact, he’s the one that taught Iruka how to do that.”

Kakashi shook his head again and stood up to leave when the first performer of the night approached him.

“Um, sir...” He said, a small grin on his face. “Iruka-san would like you to join him backstage, sir, if you’d follow me?”

Kakashi passed a bewildered glance at Asuma and followed the man. What did Iruka want with him? The two rarely associated, and the last time he’d actually talked to Iruka was when the chuunin had gotten upset at him for putting his team up for the Chuunin Exams. Stepping up to the door of Iruka’s dressing room, the dancer knocked and grinned at Kakashi before walking off.

“Come in,” Iruka’s voice bade, and Kakashi pushed the door open uneasily, stepping into the room. It was warmly lit, and Iruka sat in front of a mirror, brushing out his hair. He smiled in the mirror’s reflection, eyes locking onto Kakashi’s approaching form.

“I must say, Kakashi-sensei, when I saw you in the audience tonight, I was rather intrigued.” He turned from the mirror and leaned on the vanity table, still dressed in his tight shorts, but he’d added a robe. “What is Sharingan Kakashi doing in a seedy little place like Number Four on a Saturday night?”
He stood up and walked towards Kakashi, pulling him into the room and shutting the door behind him. Kakashi turned immediately to keep his eyes on Iruka, slightly suspicious, as Iruka resumed speaking.

“I bet you were surprised when you saw me. After all, this is probably the last place you’d ever expect to see an Academy teacher. I have to admit, this was supposed to stay Izumo’s and mine’s secret, but Asuma came by one day, and then the next week he brought Ibiki. They’ve been coming for about a month now. But tonight, you were the first, other than them to recognize me.”

He stepped closer to Kakashi, a sultry smile upon his face, and he put a hand on Kakashi’s shoulder, gently directing him towards a chair. Kakashi slowly sat in the chair Iruka offered, and the chuunin sat down across from him, crossing his legs, smirk still on his face.

“Why, Kakashi, you haven’t said one word to me...”

“I honestly don’t know what to say. I came here, not knowing what to expect. And then, you and Izumo come out, and you started to dance.”

Iruka laughed and stood back up, shedding his robe and stepping closer to Kakashi, so that he could slip into Kakashi’s lap. He ran his hands over Kakashi’s chest and scarf covered face.

“Did you like my dancing?” He asked, voice a mere whisper as he leaned close, mouth a hair’s width from Kakashi’s ear. His breath puffed across the delicate skin that resided there, and Kakashi shivered.

He hissed, and grabbed Iruka’s hips, attempting to push the smaller man from his body. But when Iruka’s tongue flickered over the shell of his ear, Kakashi hissed, and pulled Iruka closer. Iruka smirked to himself and pulled down the side of Kakashi’s scarf to lick down Kakashi’s neck. The silver haired jounin hastily pulled the scarf back up, and Iruka slid from Kakashi’s lap, hands moving to the waistband of his shorts, slowly sliding them from his hips, revealing tanned, lean hips, supple thighs, and a dark, thick, half hard cock.

Kakashi stared enraptured as the tanned chuunin stepped out of his shorts, stroking his cock, and sat in the chair opposite Kakashi. Kakashi licked his lips as Iruka continued to touch himself, smouldering eyes locked on Kakashi’s face.

“Kakashi...” Iruka moaned softly. “Come here...”

The jounin stood quickly, and stepped forward, dropping to his knees in front of Iruka. The chuunin let go of his cock, and Kakashi leaned forward, stroking it slowly before hunching down, pulling his scarf down, and opened his mouth to flick his tongue over the soft head of Iruka’s length. Iruka moaned and threaded his hand in Kakashi’s silver locks, gently pushing his head down. Kakashi took Iruka’s length into his mouth sucking gently at first, but when Iruka gave an insistent push on his head, sucked harder, bobbing his head.

“Kakashi...” Iruka moaned softly, biting his lip. Kakashi’s mouth felt so wonderful on his cock, and he was so good at this. Iruka’s hips bucked involuntarily, and he grunted, pulling Kakashi’s mouth from his cock. He leaned down, eyes closed to respect Kakashi’s privacy, and pressed his lips to Kakashi’s, running his tongue over the older man’s lip, seeking permission. Kakashi opened his mouth and sucked Iruka’s tongue into his mouth, his tongue fiercely battling with the younger man’s, and he slowly stood, pushing Iruka back into the chair, pulling the scarf from his neck and wrapping it like a blindfold over Iruka’s eyes.

“No peeking, Iruka.” He said softly. He trusted Iruka not to, to respect his privacy, but he was still uneasy, even if he was about to have sex with the man. He slowly removed his clothes and returned to Iruka’ straddling the young man’s lap, leaning down to kiss him, grinding his pale erection against Iruka’s darker one. Iruka groaned into Kakashi’s mouth, a hand snaking between them to stroke their erections simultaneously. Kakashi gasped and bucked his hips, and Iruka smirked.

“Kakashi, I’m going to prepare you...” He reached back onto the vanity blindly, pulling the bottle of baby oil he used to make his skin glisten to him and opened the cap, pouring the cool liquid onto his fingers and tossing the bottle to the floor, not bothering to cap it. Iruka reached behind Kakashi, trailing cold, slick fingers down the man’s spine and down the cleft of his ass to gently press against the taller man’s puckered entrance.

Kakashi gave a breathy moan as Iruka slid one slick finger into his ass and began to slowly pump his hand. Kakashi’s mouth latched onto Iruka’s again, the two resumed battling for control of the kiss. Iruka let Kakashi win, and slid a second finger into his ass, stroking slowing, scissoring his fingers to stretch him out. Kakashi moaned again, and bucked his hips. Iruka’s hand abandoned their cocks and stilled his hips with a firm hand. Once Kakashi stopped moving, Iruka’s hand resumed stroking their cocks, and he inserted a third finger, still stretching and stroking.

“Iruka,” Kakashi said between kisses. “Please... I need you.”

Iruka removed his finger from Kakashi’s ass and shifted the taller man’s body, pulling his cock underneath Kakashi and pressing the head to his entrance, slowly sliding in, a low hiss escaping his lips. Kakashi whimpered and rested his head on Iruka’s shoulder. Iruka bit his neck gently, running his tongue over the reddened skin and began to thrust, his hands gripping Kakashi’s hips firmly.

Kakashi groaned, first in pain, and then in pleasure as Iruka thrust within him, his cock stroking deep inside Kakashi’s ass. Iruka’s breath was ragged, and his hips began to rise to meet Kakashi’s, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge. Kakashi’s hand began to stroke his cock, and his inner muscles clenched, and Iruka grunted, his thrusts became more and more erratic. Their hips slammed together, and Iruka bit Kakashi’s shoulder, releasing his seed, still buried inside Kakashi’s tight heat. The hot jet surged deep within Kakashi, flowing over the little bundle of nerves inside of him, sending an intense wave of pleasure coursing through his body. Kakashi cried out, hand stilling on his cock, his cum spurting onto Iruka’s stomach. Kakashi collapsed onto Iruka’s chest, breathless and worn.
Iruka ran and hand through Kakashi’s hair gently for a moment, before pressing a kiss to the top of Kakashi’s head. He was tired from the performance, both on stage and here with Kakashi. He shifted and pulled out of Kakashi, a hand groping wildly for something to wipe up the cum that would no doubt be seeping from Kakashi’s ass soon. His hands fell across his robe, and he snatched it up. He brought the robe, made of a soft terry cloth, and began to clean Kakashi as best as he could, not being able to see. Once his ass was relatively clean, Iruka wiped his stomach, his mouth nibbling on Kakashi’s neck. The silver haired man slowly raised his hands to Iruka’s face and gripped the ends of the scarf.

“I’m taking my scarf back,” Kakashi said softly, “Eyes closed?” Iruka nodded, and Kakashi slowly unwound the soft black fabric and quickly wrapped it back around his face, covering his mouth and nose securely. “It’s okay now...” Iruka opened his eyes, and ran hand down Kakashi’s arm. Kakashi slipped from Iruka’s lap and picked up his clothed, pulling them back on. Iruka watched, biting his lip.

“Kakashi, I’d like to see you again. For dinner?”

Kakashi stopped moving and raised his head to focus his eye on Iruka’s face.

“That’d be nice.”

“Monday night, seven?” Iruka stood slowly and wiped his cock off before reaching for a pair of tan pants and stepping into them. Kakashi thought for a moment.

“I’m free.”

“I’ll stop by your apartment to pick you up.” Less likely to be late if I come find you. “Is that okay?”

“Sure, I’ll be ready.” Kakashi moved towards the door, but Iruka grabbed his arm and pulled the taller man back, pulling him down for a lips-to-fabric kiss. Iruka stepped back a bit, eyes sparkling.

“It’s a date, Kakashi.”

We're going to be doing some studio shots next week.. I'm uber excited. A friend's taking me to look for a nice red bra.. and I'm gonna manage to talk some matching panties into the equation. And the photographer is going to get me something to wear, seeing as I only own two pieces of red clothing, and neither are acceptable.

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After the concert, Master and I hung out with some of my friends, and we chatted, and sang show tunes. Then we went and just sat in the car, talking, arguing, and singing. Master is more fun than you can imagine..

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Nice bump on my knee from when I fell on the side walk...

[disclosed]

I can honestly say that today was the best day of my life, that I can remember. I met Master around noon at the Zoo, and we walked into the Park. We wandered almost aimlessly (we'd decided on the part of the park by the art gallery, because he knew that area best) and set off. Caitlin (my best friend WHOM I LOVE...) joined us at the Rose Gardens, where we ate lunch, and visited the stage for Shakespeare in the Park. After that, we visited this giant imitation of something from the Pan-Am. We walked back to the Park, and visited the Japanese gardens.

This was my favorite part of the day. We sat there after Caitlin left, and Master just held me. I felt so safe and cared for in His arms. I didn't want Him to let go. But he did, and we walked back to the park, visited the golf course, where Master worried about being smote by a golf ball, and then climbed a tree, which I pointed out wasn't a good idea if He had incurred the wrath of God, as Little Bro seems to claim He has...

When we stopped at the baseball diamond and sat on the bleachers, I got to give Master a back rub. It wasn't entirely effective (IMO), but he seemed relatively pleased with it. Not too much later (after stopping at Wilson Farms for drinks), Master and I parted ways. I miss him already.

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On another note.. 7 hours is a perfectly acceptable amount of time to spend in a park. However, five of those hours spent walking may not be such a good idea. I'll have to do it again.
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Mrs. Norris is NOT a cat.. Master came to that conclusion.

[Every time I'm around Him, I get nervous/excited/content/???, which could be so many different things at once. You never know.]

We got into a few discussions with the Evangelists again, and Loudmouth Jim told me I was a whore and that I was naked because my collarbone and shoulders were bare. Wow. But not all of them are as rude as he is (the sexist bastard). Some are very intelligent and pleasant, and do NOT shove their opinions in your face. Master is very intelligent, and He and the others often talk for long periods of time. But I managed to have a few discussions of my own.

One in particular about how Consciences are not present at birth, but rather imposed upon us by the teachings of society and our parents/family. I also stated that morality is imposed not by a God, but by our own feelings of right and wrong, which we define by our actions. Not everyone has the same morality. Some may believe that doing drugs is okay, while others will believe its a crime/sin. Its all about perspective, how you were raised, and how you live your life.

i realize my theory isn't very sound, because I can't really prove it, but its pretty logical, to me, anyway. And in the end, that's all that really matters.

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Today was a long day, but I was only up for about 9 hours. I worked on some more graphics today, before getting my history on. I could not help but think of my Master as I watched a show on the Tyrants of Rome. I do not think of my Master as a tyrant, however the idea of complete control was there, and it appealed to me. :)

I felt bad about dinner today (chinese), so I went out and played soccer with my sister and her teammate for about two hours. I haven't felt so good in ages.

Last night/This morning, Master and I discussed our expectations and limitations a bit more (as in: ironing out a few discrepancies and such). Also, He has asked me to write my own Oath of Submission. I sent Him a draft, but now, looking back at it, I can't say I'm exactly pleased with it. It says what I mean it to, but it seems generic and impersonal. He'll probably make me re-edit it, anyway. That's perfectly fine, though. I'm scrambling for things to do for Him at this point, seeing as I only get to see Him once a week.


On a brighter note... I'm allowed to resume "risking the lives of poor, innocent kittens." And believe me, I shall. ;)

Until next time,

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Apparently, I am having a bit of trouble transitioning from the Me that doesn't interact with my Master to the Me that does. I've been trying to be less mouthy and "chummy" with him, but I forget on occasion, especially late at night or when I get back from work/band rehearsals/hanging with friends. This is just another thing I have to work on.

Also, Master is worried about my health, so he wants me to focus on getting healthier. I do not disagree with this, and am already striving to do my best. I skipped chinese tonight and had a salad, and instead of getting candy like I really wanted to, I got low-fat guacamole and tortilla chips, raisins, and some pretzels for snacks. I want to get healthier. Master's orders just make it easier, because then I feel guilty when I even think about eating something that isn't particularly healthy. But I have to remember to take things one step at a time.

I switched from regular to diet pop ages ago, so I've been looking into more healthier choices like fresh fruits and whole grain chips and pretzels instead of candy and other food like that. This is going to be hard for me, but I can do this, and with help from my Master and friends, I know I'll be able to continue to make good choices.

It has only been two days since I saw Master last, and I miss him. Thursday can not come soon enough.

I got smart again... This one is going to suck. No masturbation until He permits it again. *sigh* You think I would learn.

Today, Master and I met downtown for the weekly summer concert. When I realized I didn't bring what I was supposed to (a pair of scissors), I ended up purchasing a pair. We then spent a good twenty minutes or so in the library, making tracts for his site. Once we finished, Master put my collar on me, kissed me hello, and out into the public we went. We passed out all of the slips (there were about 200 or so in all) in the space of about 2 and a half hours (I think. I didn't really pay attention.), and discussed religion with some of the Evangelists that were there. This is going to be the norm for Thursdays until the summer is over.

I received my first "punishment" today as well. I was getting a bit mouthy, just to see how far He'd let me get before He put His foot down. He unhooked the leash he had been dragging me around by, and threatened to take the collar off as well (Which is depressing, because I really like the collar.) if I didn't behave. I behaved for all of two minutes, and He ended up dragging me to Him and making me sit at His feet. Now, normally I enjoy sitting at His feet, because that is my place, but it wasn't fun to not be able to get up when I please. He made me sit until our train came, and we headed off (to home for Him, work for me).

I admit I am curious as to what sorts of punishments He will use in the future when I get mouthy/bratty/PITA with Him.

I can only hope He's got an imagination. ;)

Until next time,

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I am [disclosed], and this is my journal of experiences in the BDSM world. I have a few things to say now, so you understand where I am coming from.

I am 17 years of age. I will be 18 in seven months, but I am not willing to wait until then. But my Master is going to be nice and hold back until that point in time.

I DO NOT condone statutory rape, which is what my Master could be charged with IF we were to have sex, but we are not, so he's safe.

This is to log my experiences. I hope to discover what I like and what I don't like.


Thank you,

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