Title: Doll-Face

Author: PrettyKitty93

Warnings: Language, Suggestive Themes, Lemons, Limes, Cross-Dressing, Open Relationships, "Looseness" (if that can even be considered a warning, lol.)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Naruto series or any of the characters, they are the property of Masashi Kishimoto. This is just for fun, I do not make any money from this fic.

Author's Notes: It's been awhile but I'm glad to see people are still reading. This chapter was supposed to be longer, but I feel like it's more manageable to have shorter chapters so I can post more often, because although I like to have longer chapters, I usually forget about them or get uninspired quickly and then I don't update for months. But I feel like it's a decent amount and I hope you all enjoy! (I kinda went off course with this chapter and it ended up being mostly about Kakashi and Iruka but oh well, lol.)

Doll-Face

Chapter Twelve

It was after the contest now, and the dinner for the contestants was going on in the dining room of the hotel they were staying in this time. Still in their elegant evening wear, the contestants along with the judges and commentator were enjoying the extravagant spread set before them… all except for one. Sasuke couldn't believe that Neji had actually beat him in the ways of the rich sheltered child. After all, how could Neji beat him at the thing he was best at, playing the viola? Somehow, the judges saw Neji's piano rendition of the "moonlight sonata" superior to his viola playing, and to add insult to injury he only beat him by a point. One point, which was going to cost him his pride and his ass… literally. The Hyuuga was looking much too smug from his place at the dinner table, so much that Sasuke just wanted to smack that grin off of his face but starting fights could easily get him kicked out, and he didn't want to allow Neji the pleasure of getting the best of him either. This was becoming personal, and he was going to get him back. The Sasuke Uchiha wasn't going to remain the underdog for long.

The long haired man lowered his gaze as he turned sideways to face Sasuke, "Tonight Uchiha, my room… I'm sure you remember where it is don't you?"

"Since when did we decide these were on your terms?"

"My win… my terms."

"You know Neji," Sasuke warned under his breath, no one else at the table could hear, "Just because you beat me by a point in this round, doesn't mean anything. We're close… and there's three more rounds. I can easily overtake you."

"Yes but for now Uchiha, let me enjoy my dinner in peace so you can see who overtakes who later," Neji responded.

The Hyuuga glanced down at the end of the table, where Deidara was eating, trying not to look Sasori in the eye. It was kind of sad, Neji thought, that Deidara was going to go back home tomorrow and leave Sasori despite how obvious it was that he liked him more than a quick lay. They were obviously sexually compatible if the detailed anecdote of the episode on the train was any indication, but they seemed compatible in general as well as far as Neji could tell. Deidara was being too stubborn about that whole being young and free thing, but if he lost Sasori forever because of that… well it was his fault.

"I think you're enjoying this too much Hyuuga," Sasuke spoke, breaking Neji's train of thought.

"It's not like I decided to do this because I found you unappealing Sasuke. I can see why so many people here like you… you look just like him," Neji's voice was barely above a whisper now.

"Like who?"

"Someone who used to do contests with me, that's all. You probably wouldn't know him," Neji explained, his right hand grazing against the skin of Sasuke's thigh, it lingered a little too long for Sasuke not to notice.

"You're getting a little handsy Hyuuga,"

Neji was about to retort when he noticed the tall blonde companion of his standing beside him, asking, "Can I speak to you for a second Neji?"

He glanced over at Sasuke, before excusing himself from the dinner table and following Deidara into the hallway. Sasuke felt like Neji was being sneaky and underhanded… lying about something he couldn't put his finger on. He has too many withheld secrets… but none of them really pertained to Sasuke, so he shrugged it off. They were just going to fuck around, nothing more, no reason to care.

"Gaara… would you like to change at all before we leave?" Rock Lee asked, like the gentleman he was, the two still dressed in their clothes from the pageant. Lee wasn't entirely sure if Gaara liked to wear dresses outside of the contest scene or not… that's why he figured he should be polite and asked.

The red-head mulled it over a second, and figured he didn't really care. Gaara thought since they were going out to a fancy restaurant to eat, why not? Most people probably wouldn't suspect him a man as it was, he wasn't particularly muscular and he was pretty petite. "Do you like me better like this?"

"I like you in anything you wear Gaara… you look amazing,"

Gaara looked down at his feet, never before did he feel this warm fuzzy feeling that Lee gives him when he looks at him, compliments him… "Thank you," he managed to mutter, but Lee was able to hear him, and smiled in victory. "If you don't mind me asking… where are we going?"

"A surprise! But rest assured it will be nothing but the best for you, my dear Gaara!" Lee exclaimed as they walked out to Lee's car, waiting in front of the hotel. Gaara wasn't aware how much money Rock Lee actually had but… if that car was any indication, it was a lot. Not that the red-head was a gold digger by any means, he had plenty of his own.

Like the old fashioned gentleman he was, Lee opened the passenger side door for Gaara, who appreciated the special attention, before the two were off into the night.

During dinner in the hotel that evening, Neji and Deidara were speaking in the hallway. The blonde looked worried and needed to get something off his chest that even shocked Neji a bit. "I admit it, I like him a lot."

"You admit it? Finally?" Neji acknowledged with a smile of smug satisfaction. "You like him well enough to stop whoring yourself out for your kinky artistry-"

"Yes, yes Neji! The only person I want to whore myself out for is him…"

"You understand that I'm having a hard time believing this don't you?" Neji added. "Sasori will have an even harder time believing it… you'll have to prove it."

"And how in the hell… do I do that?" Deidara argued, starting to get pissed off as he stood, hands on his hips in front of Neji.

"Do whatever you have to do to show him you're faithful-"

"Goddamn it, that word! Un! I hate it! I am just not a one-man blonde!"

"Well you'll have to be, dumb ass! It's either him, or the world! Are you more afraid to lose him, or your promiscuity?" Neji pointed out, before adding, "Look… don't wait too long to figure that out like I did. God forbid it doesn't work out you can always go back to your old ways, but once you two part ways you always run the risk of never having him again."

"You're right princess," Deidara sighed, sliding down to the floor, leaning against the wall. "I'll tell him tonight before I have to leave tomorrow morning, hopefully it'll all go well?"

"Hopefully,"

"Thanks… have fun with Uchiha by the way. Do you want some handcuffs?" Deidara offered with a grin.

"I'll… pass. I'd rather my lays didn't feel like prisoners," Neji muttered, before going back into the dining room.

"So I was wondering if there was any chance of me seeing that green dress of yours tonight?" Kakashi questioned innocently as he was walking Iruka back to his hotel room, his visible eye in a happy arch.

"I hope you mean the dress and only the dress," Iruka stated, as the pair stood in front of his room door. Iruka's stomach was aflutter like an innocent school girl with a crush when he looked up at the taller, more muscular man in the dark suit. He felt like Kakashi had been slowly working his way into Iruka's heart since the night they met, the ponytailed man was becoming more comfortable around Kakashi as they talked and became closer, but Iruka wasn't sure of what would happen if they were alone together. The idea of sleeping with Kakashi was becoming a little less foreign to him, but he didn't want it to be a one-time thing if he could help it… and that made him slightly guarded.

"Only the dress Iruka, no funny business,"

"Okay," Iruka sighed, swiping his card key before letting them both in, closing the door. Kakashi slowly followed behind Iruka, looking at his small pristine hotel room before sitting on the edge of his bed. Iruka started digging through his closet to the very back, where there was the emerald green dress. It was a simple knee-length dress, with thick straps and a sash across the waist where the bottom half was more flowy. He held it up, "See?"

"When I asked to see it… I was hoping that meant you with it on," Kakashi teased, his smile making Iruka visibly blush.

"You just asked to see it… you saw it did you not?"

"Yes, but I would like to see it on you Iruka… don't be shy,"

Iruka huffed, swinging the hanger. "I haven't worn this thing in over ten years Kakashi! I'm not that person anymore, the only reason I brought it was because it was accidentally mixed in between my other suits."

"But Iruka… it's just me," Kakashi offered.

"That's what I'm worried about," Iruka sighed, looking down at the dress in his hands. "I think of my pageant days as my young, admittedly slutty and fast, past. I don't want to do anything like that anymore, I'm thirty-five years old, and I would like to be assured that any relationship I get into doesn't go too fast."

Kakashi looked up at the despairing younger man, before turning suddenly serious and speaking, "You know, it's not even completely about that sometimes Iruka. You also have to think about why you're getting into a relationship… in those days you weren't looking for something serious in those people, and now you are. If you meet someone who you could see yourself in a serious relationship with, does it really matter?"

"I never imagined you thought like that Kakashi," Iruka spoke, fingering the soft green material. "I guess you wouldn't be so persistent for a quick lay, now would you?"

The silver-haired man chuckled, "I feel like I've heard this somewhere before. So you finally decide to believe me?"

"You're an enigma! Would you have believed you either?!"

"Knowing myself the way I do… I think I wouldn't have. I guess we've both really grown up haven't we Iruka?" Kakashi asked, in a way suggesting he knew about something that Iruka didn't.

"…Yeah," Iruka muttered, before finally looking Kakashi in the face. From what he could tell by the one visible eye, his expression was no longer playful, the color in his eye was dark with a hint of arousal. "So I'm assuming you are waiting for me to change?"

Kakashi leaned back, crossed his legs, and nodded.

"I see why they say semes are so demanding these days…" the brunette muttered, stepping into the bathroom.

There was no noise in the room aside from the shuffling of Iruka changing clothes in the bathroom. He was getting disappointed in the fact that if Iruka didn't remember him by now, he probably never would. Although it was one night fourteen years ago and, admittedly, Iruka had been plastered off his ass when they had met, while Kakashi was only slightly inebriated. Whether that was a good thing or not, he couldn't figure out, but he knew he was feeling attracted to the brunette in a slightly different way than when he was twenty-one, although he swore Iruka hadn't aged a bit since then.

"Kakashi!... I'm warning you, I'm a lot older than when I last wore this thing so please don't laugh,"

"I wouldn't laugh," he replied sincerely.

Accepting that, Iruka finally opened the bathroom door and let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "So… what do you think?" he asked, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. It seemed like forever that Kakashi just wasn't saying anything, just… looking at him. It was making Iruka begin to feel self-conscious.

"One thing," he finally spoke, getting up from the bed and standing inches from Iruka in a matter of seconds. He tugged on the hair tie that held his pony tail together and pulled it out, tossing it to the side to allow the brown hair to hang down to his shoulders. Just like before, he thought, but he just said "Perfect," barely above a whisper.

Iruka was turning red, but he loved the feel of Kakashi's fingers running through his hair. His hand then slid down to brush his blushing cheek, the other sliding off his mask, before planting a kiss on the brunette's lips. The first one was somewhat delicate, testing the waters, but as Iruka felt himself backed up against the wall with Kakashi's arms on either side of him, the kiss began to reach a fever of that other night in the hallway. It was desperate, urgent and needy as Kakashi decided he clearly couldn't wait anymore, and Iruka moaned into it, not even fighting back.

"I'm glad I found you," He whispered into Iruka's ear, before kissing down his neck. He couldn't even find words to reply, Kakashi was turning him on so much, so quickly. The older man began sucking on his neck, clearly leaving a mark but Iruka couldn't care at the moment, he just needed more friction. Tan hands grabbed onto Kakashi's hips, pulling him impossibly close so their arousals rubbed. His mouth let out a groan of pleasure against Iruka's skin, biting down, causing the younger man to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Fuck! Kakashi!"

"Already?" the man in question chuckled. His hands slid up Iruka's bear thighs, moving up to grope his ass that was, unfortunately, covered in boxer briefs. He remembered his fantasy Iruka from all those nights ago wore black lace panties that spiked his arousal every time he would imagine them, but he figured he couldn't expect Iruka to still do that all these years later. No matter, he could always convince him to start back up again.

"Yes!"

"So eager already… I told you that once you gave in you were going to love it," he teased, slowly sliding Iruka's underwear off. The man's hard cock bounced obscenely from being released from its confines, clearly showing from under the dress. "Look at how hard you are already…" he added, running his fingers along the bobbing erection, causing Iruka to moan.

"Don't tease," he ground out defiantly, fighting the urge to moan again as Kakashi kept rubbing his cock.

"I'm going to need some lube Iruka,"

Iruka complied, separating himself from Kakashi long enough to go to his suitcase sitting in the corner and look through it for his bottle of lube. He was bent over, and his already short dress flew up exposing his perfect ass and his tight pucker.

"Iruka…" Kakashi spoke, having undone his dress pants and was now rubbing his dick. "You look so tight."

"That's because I am, I'm irresistibly tight Kakashi," he replied, shaking his ass slightly, now teasing him, as he grabbed the bottle and got back up.

"You are surprisingly dirty for a school teacher,"

"I can get dirtier," he spoke, seemingly igniting a challenge as he looked into Kakashi's mismatched eyes.

"Please," was all he said, leaning against the end of the bed. Iruka got down on his knees, cushioned by the plush carpet, before leaning forward to tentatively lick the head of Kakashi's cock, jutting out from his unzipped fly. He made a light teasing trail along the top of it, before pulling back, then taking in as much as he could. Kakashi was so big, he could barely swallow him down, trying not to gag. Giving head isn't really something he did frequently these days but it was worth it, the way the man above him was moaning his name. "God Iruka… fuck!" he called out, running his fingers through the brunette's hair. He had the urge to grab his head, make him swallow it all… but he wasn't sure if Iruka was rough like that and didn't want to ruin a good thing. Again, it could wait. Still the sight of those pretty lips of his over his girth was amazing… "Those contest people didn't know what the fuck they were doing when they got rid of you, but I have you all to myself now. You're so fucking beautiful and all mine now, only I get to see you like this."

Iruka moaned around his length, seemingly in compliance.

"Wait, wait, I'm nice and wet now, let me prep you, lean on the bed,"

Iruka let go of his cock with a wet pop, before getting up to his feet. Before he could lean on the bed Kakashi took him into a forceful kiss, moaning as he tasted himself on Iruka's lips. The tongue tussle lasted a few moments, before Kakashi finally let him go, and Iruka went to lay against the bed.

He was on his stomach, ass up, to where Kakashi had the best view of that tight pucker he loved so much. The silver-haired man wasted no time lubing up one finger first, pressing into the tight ring of muscle. "You're like a virgin practically… damn," he muttered. Far from it, Iruka thought, if his younger days were anything to go by, but he's sobered up when it came to his days of fucking and actually can't even remember the last time he had sex recently. But, if this was any indication, he wouldn't have to worry about that for a while as long as he was with Kakashi. Before he knew it, there were two fingers probing his ass, stretching him, and he moaned out when they grazed his prostate.

"You like it there…" Kakashi murmured, which was more of a statement than a question, since he found that same spot again.

"Kakashi please!"

"Please what?" He added a third finger.

"Aren't I stretched enough? Take me, please!" Iruka practically demanded, "I'm not delicate like a lady just because I'm in a dress."

Kakashi didn't want to hurt him, but Iruka was begging for it, he just couldn't wait any longer. He slowly removed his fingers, before motioning for Iruka to roll onto his back. "I want to look at your face, my little slutty Iruka."

Iruka was starting to enjoy Kakashi calling him names, it turned him on so much being called pretty and dirty and slutty, yet he never knew he had that in him. Then, as Kakashi's mismatched eyes looked into his deeply, he began to press inside him. "Fuck you're still so tight… But I'll change that. You won't be leaving this room tonight if I have any say in it." He pressed slowly inside Iruka, balls-deep, and once he was all the way inside he waited for Iruka to adjust.

"O-okay… move," Iruka finally spoke.

As Kakashi began to thrust inside him, slowly at first, before picking up the pace, Iruka did realize what made the entire scene so arousing, he was laying there bare-assed with his dress pushed up to his waist being fucked by a man who was practically still fully clothed. He has his white dress shirt and tie, and his black dress pants were pushed down far enough so his cock was exposed, but the way Kakashi looked was so sexy in that moment.

After the blow job, Kakashi was already close to the edge but he wanted to make sure Iruka came first. He started rubbing his dick in time with his thrusts, picking up the pace as he grew more urgent. At this point the only words Iruka knew were "Fuck! Kakashi!" as he cried out, not really caring how loud he was being at the moment as the older man assaulted his prostate. "I'm, ah!-"

Kakashi groaned as he felt Iruka shudder an orgasm beneath him, cum spurting out on his shirt. However he could care less as he felt his own completion, riding out his orgasm as he filled Iruka's ass with hot cum.

They both panted, exhausted, as Kakashi mustered up the energy to get on the bed beside Iruka as they both lay there in their post-sex bliss. He then placed a chaste kiss on Iruka's lips, before speaking low, "There's so much I want to tell you Iruka, but I think 'I love you' will do for now. Do you actually believe me this time?"

"Yes I actually believe you," Iruka chuckled, nuzzling against the warm body.

He thinks this ended a lot better than that night fourteen years ago.

To Be Continued

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