Anxiety
***
“You’re not serious!” outraged and worried Iruka shouted the moment the
last person had left Hokage’s chambers. He had dillydallied all around
the room, pretending to be leaving, while he was actually waiting that
the others would be gone and he’d have a private word with Hokage.
Maybe he could talk some sense into him when there was no one around.
At least not that over-confident jerk Kakashi, who obviously had Hokage
wrapped around his pinkie.
Hokage the Third, who was already absorbed in his scrolls,
lift his head and looked at Iruka, surprise shining in his old, yet
keen eyes.
“Iruka? You’re still here?” he wondered aloud.
“This is insanity! Outrageous!” Iruka exclaimed and waved his hands. He just couldn’t stay still.
Hokage lift his hands and let out a soothing shush, trying to
calm the nearly hysterical Chuunin down. The gesture had no effect
whatsoever. This made Hokage sigh and shake his head.
“I understand your concern, Iruka, but you have to trust
Kakashi’s judgment; he knows what he’s doing. And more importantly, he
knows what his students are doing”, Hokage said calmly, yet strictly.
“No, he does not!” Iruka shouted and looked at Hokage. His
eyes were flaming with anger, worry and – could it be? – jealousy.
Hokage was surprised. This he didn’t see coming.
Iruka was very devoted in teaching the children in Ninja
Academy and pride shone from his scarred face when he witnessed his
students passing the exams, receiving their forehead protectors and
becoming a Genin. He saw them to it. He saw them all the way. But never
before had he been so proud when he had handed his most troublesome
student Naruto his own forehead protector and told him he had passed
the exam. Iruka had really took liking to Naruto since he saw himself
in the young boy. He saw himself as a 12-year-old, trying to impress
his peers so they would acknowledge him, an orphan without any
significant talent. He even did stupid and ridiculous things.
Hokage remembered Iruka very well, always causing trouble
just to gain some attention from his classmates and even from the
adults. Naruto was just the same.
Naruto saw Iruka as a father he never had (and who treated
him ramen) and Iruka loved Naruto like a son. But now Iruka was afraid
his position as a father-figure was faltering, since there was a
stronger character in Naruto’s life, guiding him towards his dream of
becoming a Hokage and probably treating him ramen in Ichiraku. Though
Kakashi wasn’t exactly the type of guy to become very close to his
students.
Iruka bit his lip. He had been teaching Naruto for years, he
knew exactly what kind of person he was. How could Kakashi even imagine
of knowing Naruto (and Sasuke and Sakura) better than Iruka did?!
Kakashi had been teaching group seven for couple of months and for all
that Iruka knew, the lazy-eyed Jounin could have spent half of the time
reading his erotic novels and being hours late from meetings rather
than getting to know his students a little bit better.
Naruto wasn’t ready for Chuunin selection exam, Iruka knew it.
Naruto had potential and most of all determination, but he didn’t
acknowledge his true strength. He relied on his own images of him being
the best and strong enough to become the Hokage. He was missing the big
picture. And if Kakashi didn’t realize Naruto’s problem, he was
everything but a good sensei!
Iruka was worried. Very worried. Participants could die in Chuunin-exam and with Naruto’s skill…
“It’s insanity”, he whispered and lowered his head. Tears were
stinging in his eyes. Oh for crying out loud, he wasn’t going to start
crying in front of Hokage-sama!
Hokage sighed. Iruka was too emotional. That was one of the
reasons he wasn’t one of the Jounin already. He understood how the
young Chuunin felt and he understood his concern for Naruto (to be
honest, Hokage had his own misgivings about letting Naruto enter the
exam…), but even more than that he had trust for Kakashi. Kakashi
became Chuunin at the age of six and had been a Jounin for a long time.
Hokage trusted Kakashi’s opinion about his students entering the exam
in the state they were. Iruka did know Naruto better than Kakashi, but
Iruka had never seen Naruto in action, when his life or the lives of
his friends were in danger. Chuunin-exam wasn’t about Naruto’s
favourite food, it was about Naruto’s capability in the field. Iruka
was too concerned to realize this. Emotionality was a weakness.
“Iruka, you’re hysterical. You should get some rest”, Hokage said.
Iruka blinked his eyes and realized he was very tired. “Yes, Hokage-sama. But…” He hesitated. “You know Naruto, he…”
“I suggest you talk to Kakashi about this”, Hokage interrupted Iruka impolitely.
“But I want you to cancel Kakashi’s group from entering the exam! You must have the authority to…”
“What you want is not the question here!” Hokage said with a
freezing voice. “You’re being selfish, Iruka! Talk to Kakashi, if you
can make him decline his students entering the exam, you’ve proven him
wrong. Me cancelling things won’t solve this matter”.
Iruka lowered his head humbly and felt blood rising to his cheeks. “Y-yes…”
“Now leave, I have work to do”.
Iruka nodded and backed away from Hokage’s chambers.
He felt violated and humiliated.
***
“Were you trying to make Hokage decline my students from entering the exam, Iruka-sensei?” a mocking voice came from above.
Completely ignoring the immaturely triumphant Jounin, Iruka
continued walking through the hall without even lifting his head to
face the silver-haired man sitting on the second floor railing. He
wasn’t going to talk to Kakashi. He was so angry, disappointed and –
yes, he was scared, so what? – that he’d pull out a kunai and slit the
Jounin’s throat without giving him a warning.
“Are you deaf?” Kakashi’s voice echoed from behind him, still mocking.
“Go to hell!” Iruka blurted out and sped up his steps.
“Oh my. I didn’t know you’re THAT emotional.”
“Fuck you!”
“Ouch.”
Kakashi landed gracefully in front of him from nowhere. Iruka
continued confidently forward and tried to walk right through him as if
he was just a clone. The funny thing was that it actually was one.
Iruka was quite dumbfounded as the fake Kakashi disappeared right in
front of him with a barely audible “puff”. He turned around sending
three kunai trough the air right at the lazy-eyed ninja smirking
playfully from the second floor railing. The clone disappeared the
instant the kunai flew right through it and Iruka turned around once
more to face the original copy ninja Hatake Kakashi.
“So what’s the big idea?” Iruka asked, glaring at the masked Kakashi. His right eye told he was grinning good-humouredly.
“To gain your attention, of course”, Kakashi answered truthfully.
“Why? So you could insult me right at my face, not from behind my back?”
“Yes.”
“Get out of my way.”
“Aww, you’re no fun.”
“Well yeah, I’m too emotional for receiving such an abuse. I
might even start to cry”, Iruka said with an icy tone and walked past
smirking Kakashi. He knew Kakashi was blunt, from what he had heard and
what he had experienced a while ago in Hokage’s chambers. But back then
his insults were hidden behind the serious words and they had a tone of
twisted wisdom in them. These direct, provoking insults were something
he’d have never expected from a Jounin-sensei who was heard to be
serious, strong and frighteningly intelligent. Now he was being plain
immature. Iruka knew he was being immature too as he couldn’t just face
the white-haired Jounin and tell him what he thought, fair and square.
There was something in Kakashi’s eye which made him want to look past
it, something piercing, something that could read his very being if he
looked at it for too long. Kakashi in whole made him feel
uncomfortable. When he moved (and he did it with a feline-like grace
and craft), Iruka wanted to run away. When he talked, Iruka wanted to
cover his ears and scream. Maybe it was Kakashi’s unbelievable strength
and intelligence (which didn’t exist right now, Iruka couldn’t help but
thought) that made him feel like that. Like a worthless being who did
not deserve the forehead protector with Konoha village leaf in it he
wore with pride.
“Okay, let’s get serious. I thought you wanted to talk to me”,
Kakashi said without the mocking tone. For a change he sounded serious.
Iruka turned on his heels. “Why would I want to talk to you?” he lied.
Kakashi stared at him and raised his eyebrows.
“Right”, Iruka said slowly and walked out of the hall.
***
Iruka fell into his bed head-first, still wearing his pants,
sandals and forehead protector. He buried his face into the soft
pillows and wanted to suffocate himself. Aahh, was it really so damn
hard to face Kakashi and tell him he was wrong about Naruto’s skills
and he should just cancel the entries and let his students develop
their skills and accomplish C and D –class missions for another year?!
Just like Gai-sensei had done with his students. And Rock, Neji and
Tenten were ready for the exams, readier than anyone.
Iruka hated himself at the moment. Since when had he been such
a wimp? Kakashi was one to be feared but it wasn’t like he was going to
reveal his Sharingan and execute Iruka with some really nasty technique
if he dared to tell him what he thought about his students and their
skills.
Iruka was so frustrated he screamed into his pillow with all his might.
“Letting out some steam, huh?” he heard a familiar, monotonous voice coming from the window.
“Would you just let me be?!” Iruka shouted and threw his pillow towards the window. It hit.
“Oh, darn”, Iruka heard Kakashi curse as he and the pillow
vanished from the window. Iruka darted to his feet and ran to the
window, leaning out to see if the Jounin had hurt himself after taking
a direct hit from Iruka’s ferocious pillow-attack.
“Oh damn, I’m sorry! Are you hurt?”
“Not really”, was the answer, and then Iruka was hit with a soft pillow. He fell flat on his ass with surprise.
“Gotcha!” Kakashi remarked. He was back, sitting on a
windowsill, grinning like a maniac at Iruka, who was sitting
dumbfounded on the floor, pillow on his lap, staring at Kakashi with an
empty expression on his face. Oh yeah. Kakashi was way too good to be
taken by a surprise like that. Iruka was a total idiot. Kakashi had
been just fooling around. Iruka blushed.
“I’m sorry”, Kakashi said. “Don’t take it like that. I really
don’t know how to behave today.” He was checking out Iruka’s bedroom
with a slight interest. “Do you mind if I come in?”
“Yeah”, Iruka answered bluntly.
“Oh, I see, you were just going to bed”, Kakashi said as he
looked at Iruka, who wasn’t wearing a shirt. Iruka felt himself blush
even harder, much to his terror. Right, he thought. I’m going to bomb
this bastard down from my window with dozen kunai and hope he’ll get
pierced by a darned fence pole when he hits the ground. No, actually,
now as Kakashi was swinging in his window, he could as well get it over
with and tell him what he thought.
“I’m sorry I disturbed you. I’ll just leave”, Kakashi said hesitantly and turned to leave when Iruka cleared his throat.
“Umm… well, well, umm… actually, I need to talk to you about
something”, Iruka muttered, staring at his feet and trying to tie his
toes together.
“Really?” Kakashi asked over-enthusiastically and dropped in
Iruka’s bedroom. He stood in front of the window, tall and grand, the
last rays of setting sun colouring his outlines with gold. His white,
spiky hair was standing straight up, his left eye was veiled with his
forehead protector and his long collar covering everything up to his
nose. His hands were casually in his pockets and he had a questioning
look on his face.
Iruka started muttering something incoherent, as he had been
just thinking what Kakashi might look like without the cloth over his
face. Iruka slapped himself in his mind: Kakashi probably had warts all
over his face, why would he try to cover everything up if he was
good-looking? Not that Iruka was interested in what Kakashi looked
like. Not, no.
“Umm, err…”
“Pull yourself together”, Kakashi snapped. “If this is so damn
disturbing, I’ll take it off”, he said and without further ado, lowered
his collar so that his face was revealed.
Iruka wanted to dig a deep hole right there, crawl in and die
from humiliation. And as if everything wasn’t going bad enough, Kakashi
was actually pretty darn good-looking with his straight nose, thin,
pale face and pointy chin, all added up to his pale, droopy eye. His
Sharingan was still hidden, thank god for that.
“I don’t want you to enter Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura in the
Chuunin-exam”, Iruka stuttered, still blushing. He got up and sat on
his bed, still clutching the pillow in his hands. It smelled faintly of
cherry blossoms.
“Tell me something I don’t know”, Kakashi sighed. “Would you
mind telling me why? Show me one good reason and I might even do it.”
“You would?”
“Probably not, but it doesn’t hurt to try, does it?”
Iruka scowled and gathered his self-confidence. “Naruto has
been my student for years, much longer than he’s been yours. I know him
better than anyone, because simply put I am the closest thing for a
father he has ever had. I’ve seen his skills up close, I know what he’s
capable of. And Chuunin-exam is not one of those things. It’s different
with Sasuke, who’s always shown exceptional talent or Sakura who can
answer every theoretical question there is about being a ninja. Naruto
just isn’t ready for…”
“Are you done?” Kakashi asked and yawned. Has was leaning to the windowsill, looking extremely bored.
Iruka fell silent. What he hated most in Kakashi was his endless arrogance.
“You’re having a problem with your ‘son’ here, Iruka-sensei”,
Kakashi said, mocking again. “What you’ve seen is the irresponsible and
hopelessly clueless show-off Naruto who’s determined of becoming a
Hokage one day. He thinks he’s great, cunning and witty but actually he
falls for every little trick the opponent does and what’s worst; he
strongly believes he’s winning until his loss is being spread all over
his face. Simply put, he’s an idiot.”
Iruka glared at Kakashi, who continued: “But what you haven’t
seen, is that idiot’s chakra. If you had witnessed it, you wouldn’t be
sitting there and most certainly I wouldn’t be standing here, as it
would be obvious that he is attending the exam. His amount of chakra
overcomes Sasuke’s, and one day it will overcome even mine. It’s not
impossible for him to become the Hokage. Sure he does not know how to
use it – yet. That’s what was on my mind when I entered the three of
them in the exam. I’m hoping Naruto will have to use his chakra in a
correct way when he’s put in a life or death –situation.”
“And what if he doesn’t realize how to use it?”
“He’s dead”, Kakashi replied casually.
“You’re insane”, Iruka snorted. “He could die just like that and you don’t…”
“You just don’t get it, do you?” Kakashi sighed.
“What?” Iruka snapped.
“This isn’t about Naruto at all. This is about you.”
Iruka just stared at Kakashi, who hadn’t moved at all from the window. “What…?”
“First of all, you’re jealous at me because you’re afraid I’m
closer to Naruto than you are. That’s why you’ve been yelling at me all
the time and treating me like I’m dirt”.
“That’s…!” Iruka tried to shout, blushing. Who had been treating who like dirt?!
“Shush. Second of all, you’re being really selfish. You don’t
even see it yourself, but you’re trying to protect Naruto in order to
protect you from losing the most precious person to you in the world.”
“And what’s wrong in trying to protect those who I hold dear?”
“Nothing. But that’s not the case. You’re not thinking about
Naruto. You’re thinking only about yourself. You don’t want to get hurt
or lose anyone. Not anymore. But you’re not thinking what’s best to
Naruto, what he wants to do. You’re not considering his feelings at
all.”
“That’s not true! How dare you…” Iruka shouted. He was really
angry. What was Kakashi trying to accomplish by hurting his feelings
like that?
Kakashi moved so quickly Iruka didn’t even have time to blink
his eyes. The next thing he realized was that he was pinned down to his
bed, Kakashi’s gloved hands clutching his shoulders so tight it hurt
and his knees pressing painfully against his thighs, keeping him still.
His serious face was hovering over his, but he wasn’t angry, just
somewhat frustrated and tired.
“You… you’re hurting me…” Iruka whimpered.
“You’re egotistical”, Kakashi told him, his voice nearly
toneless. “Naruto wants to be the Hokage and he knows what he has to
accomplish in order to reach his dream. He has this silly, insanely
strong determination for it. Sooner or later he will realize he has to
work for his dream even harder, it won’t just happen like that. He
won’t become Hokage after succeeding to complete one difficult mission
with blind luck.
“He’s enthusiastic about this exam. Sasuke and Sakura took it
very casually as expected, but Naruto, he kept dancing along the
street, clutching his application like it was the most precious thing
to him in the world. What would he say if he knew you wouldn’t want him
to enter just because you think he’s not ready, because he’s weak? Or
because you just want to keep yourself from getting hurt?”
“He would hate me”, Iruka answered quietly, not looking Kakashi in the eye.
“Damn right he would!” Kakashi answered delightfully.
There was an awkward silence. Iruka kept looking away, not
daring to face the older man. He felt Kakashi’s lazy stare boring holes
in his face.
Kakashi was right. He was right and Iruka hated him for that.
He hated himself too for knowing the truth but denying it selfishly.
Even from himself. Iruka was mentally weak and way too emotional. Not
suited to be a Jounin. Not ever. And he hated himself even more for
that. When he finally met Kakashi’s eye, he just blushed hard as he was
reminded that the white-haired Jounin had him pinned beneath him.
Much for his surprise Kakashi shot immediately up, pulling his
collar over his face as if trying to cover something in a rush and
therefore he let Iruka go. Kakashi was now sitting in the far end of
Iruka’s bed, his hand over his cloth-covered mouth.
“Umm… what’s wrong?” Iruka asked, rubbing his left shoulder.
It hurt because Kakashi had seized it so hard. Man, his hold was truly
strong.
“Nothing”, Kakashi answered simple-mindedly.
“Nothing… you blushed!” Iruka exclaimed triumphantly and
pointed his right index finger at Kakashi. “The cool, calm and grave
Hatake Kakashi blushed!”
“Cut it out, I did not!” Kakashi said calmly, a childish tone
in his voice. He grabbed Iruka’s outstretched hand and tried to push it
down, only to make Iruka lift his left hand and point a finger at
Kakashi again.
“Did too!”
“Did not!”
Kakashi had now seized both of Iruka’s hands and pulled them
down. He was gazing at Iruka with a truly strange look on his covered
face. Iruka felt strange, hands locked with the annoying Jounin,
finally looking him in the eye without feeling violated or
uncomfortable.
Iruka leaned closer to Kakashi and kissed him through the soft fabric.
Kakashi’s eyes flew wide and he was painfully aware of the
opening he left for a second as he was taken by a total surprise when
Iruka’s lips pressed against his. Not that he wasn’t thinking the same
thing, but he had been quite sure the brown-haired, shirtless Chuunin
would’ve stuck a kunai in his visible eye if he had tried to kiss him.
And now he was more worried of the opening he had left than the fact
that the overly adorable young Chuunin who had a cute ponytail and an
endearing, distinctive scar going over the ridge of his nose was
actually kissing him.
When Iruka realized Kakashi hadn’t moved an inch, let alone
answered his kiss, he stumbled quickly backwards, jerked his hands free
and blushed.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”, he stuttered.
Kakashi looked even more surprised now when Iruka had suddenly
pulled away. He didn’t say a word, just lowered his collar, stretched
his arms out, pulled Iruka close and kissed him back.
***
Stars were dashing all over inside Iruka’s eyelids and he felt
like he could just faint. The whole thing was totally unexpected and
very much unreal and improbable. Iruka was still so angry at Kakashi it
made him kiss the Jounin even harder, with lust he had never felt
before. Kakashi’s arms were wrapped around Iruka, embracing him,
spider-like fingers tracking along his spine and playing with his
ponytail. Iruka’s hands were in Kakashi’s neck, grazing the knot of his
forehead protector. He was thinking if he’d dare to open the knot and
take the protector off, and would exposing Kakashi’s Sharingan eye be a
totally bad thing.
As if making a suggestion, Kakashi took off Iruka’s forehead
protector and opened his ponytail. Iruka felt his hair fall down to his
shoulders and Kakashi’s hands diving eagerly into it’s silky threads.
Ahh, what the hell, Iruka thought and took off Kakashi’s forehead
protector. Kakashi drew back for a while and looked Iruka in the eyes,
smiling and brushing gently hair away from his eyes.
Iruka couldn’t but shiver when he looked into the red
Sharingan. There was a bright red scar tracing over the Sharingan eye,
all the way from forehead to cheekbone. It really wasn’t that red at
all, it just seemed like that because Kakashi’s complexion was so
light. The scar sang it’s soul-stirring truth: Kakashi wasn’t born with
the Sharingan.
Iruka felt like drowning in the deep, flaming blood red color of the Sharingan. He had to look away.
Kakashi pulled him closer for an embrace and whispered into his ear: “Are you ready?”
“Ready for what?”
But there was no answer. Kakashi just hustled Iruka roughly
down on the bed and nibbled delightfully his earlobe, while his hands
brushed determinately up and down his sides, sueezing his hips every
now and then. His lips moved down on the side of Iruka’s neck and
planted trail of gentle kisses there, making Iruka bite his lip in
pleasure. Kakashi’s hot breath in his neck made cold shivers run down
Iruka’s spine.
“Unh…” Iruka mumbled when Kakashi traced his soft, warm lips
along his collarbone and chest. At the same time he started working to
get rid of Iruka’s pants and that’s when Iruka realized where they were
going.
“No! Wait! Kakashi, no…!” he shouted and tried to push Kakashi
off him. White-haired Jounin looked disturbed when he lift his head to
face Iruka’s panicking, pleading gaze.
“What? You thought we’d just be having some quality time together, arms wrapped each other, huh?” Kakashi asked, annoyed.
“Err…” Iruka hesitated.
“You know, arguing with you all day long just makes me horny.
We’ve come this far, we might as well take it all the way to the end”,
Kakashi remarked and took Iruka’s left nipple between his lips. “I want
you, you know.”
Iruka was about to tell him off once and for all, but had to
bit his lip not to moan out load. Movement of Kakashi’s lips on his
nipple felt so good he almost gave up to him. But not quite.
“I’m really flattered, but – unhhh – if I don’t want it and
you’re still gonna do it… well… it’s a rape”, Iruka stuttered, not
giving in to the sinfully pleasing feeling Kakashi was giving him by
nibbling, sucking and licking his hard, rose-tinted nipple.
“Yes, it is. But it requires the assumption you don’t want it.
And I’m going to make you want it”, Kakashi said craftily, lips curving
into a devilish grin as he stuck his hand into Iruka’s pants.
Iruka gasped sharply and hold his breath. He hated Kakashi for
being right again as the Jounin wrapped his fingers around his hard
cock and started stroking it agonizingly slowly. Ahh fuck, Iruka
thought and moaned softly. Kakashi’s lips were giving their full
attention to Iruka’s right nipple, his left hand teased the right
nipple and his right hand was giving pleasure in Iruka’s pants. Iruka
had sink his hands in Kakashi’s long, spiky hair and his body’s warmth
felt good all over him.
Slowly Kakashi traced his lips and tongue down the length of
Iruka’s well-built stomach and stripped him off his pants as he went
down to him, wrapping his mouth over his hard member. Kakashi’s mouth’s
warmth and wetness felt heavenly and the slow motion he did with his
agile tongue mixed with sucking and lips’ movement brought Iruka close
to the end.
“I’m…”, Iruka gasped.
“No, you’re not”, Kakashi shushed and Iruka saw stars of white,
striking pain shoot through his eyes when Kakashi bit his member. Not
much, but enough to cause pain in the middle of all the heavenly
pleasure and to buy him some time. What a nasty thing to do, Iruka
thought and loathed Kakashi for doing so. The Jounin was already making
it up by licking gently the exact spot he had bitten and laying soft
kisses on it. The damn perverted bastard.
And not long after there came the next shock. Without any kind
of a warning, Kakashi stuck two fingers up Iruka’s ass. For Iruka it
might as well have been one, three or five fingers, it felt horrible
whatsoever. It wasn’t a sharp pain like a physical wound would cause,
but a dull, large pain, a very uncomfortable pain all in all. Not that
there was a thing like comfortable pain. Iruka was brave and didn’t let
out a single sound, he just gasped for breath, ground his teeth
together and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t even realize he was
arching his back as if trying to wriggle away from the pain.
“Relax”, Kakashi whispered soothingly and kissed Iruka’s inner thigh. “It will feel good eventually, just relax.”
Iruka tried to relax, but the pounding pain made is almost
impossible. How the hell was he supposed to relax when there was two
fingers stuck up to his ass and it felt uncomfortable to be and even
more uncomfortable to move?
“Lubricant…” Iruka gasped and scowled.
“Oh, right”, Kakashi said with a sincere surprise. Was the man
making fun out of Iruka? Was he even serious with this thing? Iruka
knew he was being very serious and thinking Kakashi was just fooling
around made him feel bad. You never knew about Kakashi. “What a clever
idea. You don’t happen to have any, do you?”
“Do I look like I would have a damn lube…” Iruka growled and jerked subconsciously away. “Take them out, now!”
“Well, in a matter of fact you do”, Kakashi announced and
slowly took his fingers out. He got up, kissed Iruka quickly on the
lips and said: “Don’t go anywhere”.
He ran out the room. Iruka noticed Kakashi was still fully
dressed as he was laying on the bed, wearing nothing. Except for shoes
and his pants in his ankles. Rats. Iruka stripped them quickly off and
threw them next to the bed on the floor. Not long after Kakashi entered
the room, smirking diabolically, pure lust in his eyes. Iruka scowled.
That kind of grin did not promise anything good.
Kakashi took off his vest, jacket and gloves and revealed his
upper body. Iruka noticed himself thinking that Kakashi was pretty hot.
He was slender, not too thin and his wild hair had fallen a little, so
it was hanging over his eyes and ears. He was not a scarecrow. Not by
all means.
“Now, my little dolphin”, Kakashi smiled charmingly and laid
down on the bed, next to Iruka. He kissed him fiercely on the lips, on
the cheek, on the chin, on the neck, on the collarbone. Hot, soft lips,
talented lips. His fingers played with Iruka’s nipples, his tongue
traced it’s way down to Iruka’s stomach, all the way to his aching,
throbbing cock.
“Ready?” Kakashi asked.
Iruka mumbled something in response and sat up, wrapping his
arms around Kakashi’s neck. Kakashi took his left leg over his right
shoulder and stuck the two fingers into Iruka’s ass. Iruka shot up and
arched his back, biting his lip, but the pain wasn’t so overwhelming
this time as there was lubricant and Kakashi’s fingers slid in almost
easily. Iruka didn’t want to know what lubricant-ish did Kakashi find
from his kitchen, and the main thing was that it worked. Iruka reached
for Kakashi’s lips. This closeness, he thought when Kakashi kissed him
back, sliding his fingers inside him, another hand wrapped around his
cock. If it was like this every day…
Iruka didn’t even notice when Kakashi slid third finger in
him, but did it matter, really? Now he wanted Kakashi too much to care
about what he did. As long as he was there, as long as his hands could
reach him he was fine. He moaned and stretched his neck. This was like
a invitation to Kakashi and he laid his lips on Iruka’s neck in no
time.
“Come… inside me”, Iruka panted, thrusting his hips
instinctively forward. Kakashi looked at him, smiling crookedly, and
nodded. He pulled off and stood up to strip off his pants. When he
glanced sideways at Iruka, who was sitting panting on the bed, damp,
chestnut-brown hair hanging to his shoulders, beautiful, slender body
covered with sweat, legs spread and that gorgeous penis standing
straight up, he felt like nosebleeding to death.
In no time Kakashi was back in bed, next to Iruka and in a
blazing embrace, lips locked and Iruka’s hand reaching curiously out
for Kakashi’s member. But Kakashi didn’t let him to touch it. Instead
he forced Iruka around so he was laying tummy down on the bed.
“But wait, I want to see your face…” Iruka whined and tried to turn around.
“Well, too bad you can’t turn your head 180 degrees”, Kakashi answered cold-heartedly and kept him still. “Lift your ass”.
Iruka did as was told. He hated Kakashi again for taking him
from behind, but then again this distant, cold and dominant Kakashi was
very intriguing in some twisted, perverse way. Hell, Iruka would
probably enjoy being tied down with handcuffs and spanked. Deep down he
was happy he didn’t own handcuffs. His first and only boyfriend,
Mizuki, was not much into any sexual exploring, not S/M, at least.
Then Kakashi was in him. The size of his cock was painful
after only three fingers, but soon the pain wavered and was nearly
completely replaced with a feeling much more overwhelming. A plain hot,
almost torturing pleasure. Iruka panted, moaned and whined all at the
same time, leaning his arms and head to the pillows, clutching the
sheets while Kakashi, an ecstatic smile hovering on his partly opened
lips, fucked him in the ass, his hands on Iruka’s thighs, keeping him
still, his rhythm steady and fast. He lifted his left hand to wrap it
around Iruka’s pulsing member.
It didn’t last long until Iruka felt like he was coming soon.
“I’m coming, Kakashi…” he whispered into the pillows.
Kakashi reacted with pulling himself out and helping Iruka up,
turning him around and making him sit on his lap. Iruka was shaking
already and he wrapped his arms around Kakashi as tight as he could, as
if he was drowning and Kakashi was the life-saving device. Iruka lifted
himself a bit, letting Kakashi back in and he fucked him to the top.
Iruka’s back arched as he came, he threw his head back and let out a
satisfying moan when the violent shivers of passionate pleasure took
him in. He collapsed to Kakashi’s arms, totally limp and still shaking.
Seeing his lover come in such a power made Kakashi come too. He just
bit his lip and buried his face in Iruka’s neck.
The lovers breathed in sync.
***
“I guess we’re even”, Kakashi said, pulling his black jacket on.
“Even?” Iruka asked innocently. He was sitting on the bed,
pillows and covers on his lap, looking perky. Kakashi looked tired. He
left the collar up so it covered half of his face. His Sharingan was
still very disturbing.
“I got to insult you and you got the best fuck of your life”.
Iruka scowled and clutched the pillows. “You’re being awfully confident, you know.”
Kakashi grinned playfully and put on his pants.
There was a moment of silence.
“Listen, umm…” Iruka started hesitantly. “I never… well, I…
think it’s okay to enter Naruto and the others in the Chuunin selection
exam”.
Kakashi tied his forehead protector over his eye, fastened the knot and looked at Iruka, bewildered.
“Really?”
Iruka nodded, looking a bit sheepish.
“Wow. You’re just like women. So very adopting to the partner’s opinions after sex. Do you want to get married too?”
“Aren’t you leaving?”
“All the time”, Kakashi grinned diabolically and climbed on the windowsill. “Call me”, he said and jumped down.
“As if!” Iruka yelled after him and ran into the window.
“I know you will!” he heard Kakashi’s voice from afar.
“Fuck you!” Iruka shouted at him, smiling.
“Would you?”
“Go to hell!”
“I love you too.”
:: Fin
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