After Hours
Rating: R
Warnings: Yaoi, sap, and dare I say... sex?
Pairing: Kakashi x Iruka
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not that anyone cares. Nobody reads these anyways.
Notes: After the duties of being a shinobi come the weights of hidden emotions and bridled lusts.
Uncensored Version : http:adultfan. that Iruka sat at the mission desk without any students to keep in line or Sandaime to talk to were dull, almost painfully so. His eyes drooped wearily as he drummed a still sharp pencil against the wood of the desk, his gaze distant, as if focusing on something beyond the walls of the room he was currently in. Actually, he seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Daydreaming some people would call it, but in all actuality, it was just boredom settling in.
Iruka was the only one who ever stayed after like this, and many of his coworkers wondered why he put up with it. When asked, the Chuunin would merely smile and tell them that he didn't have anything better to do anyways. A lie. A flat out lie. Right now he could be eating ramen with Naruto, or sleeping, or even training but no. Here he was. Waiting.
Heaving a heavy sigh, he once again glanced at the doorway, wondering if the man he was waiting for would ever come. It had been nearly two hours. Almost a new record. The teacher was rarely this late, and when he was he usually had at least a decent excuse. This was his life. He wasn't coming to teach Iruka's former students.
"Yo." Iruka nearly yelped in surprise, his back straightening in surprise before his head whipped around to look behind him.
There he was. Hatake Kakashi, the copy nin of Konoha. The Chuunin hadn't even heard a whisp of wind that would signify that the Jounin had used a teleportation jutsu. He scowled at the other man, vaguely irritated at the whole situation.
"You're late." the younger man retorted, 'hmph'-ing and turning back around to sort through some papers which really didn't need sorting through.
"Hmm. Am I" The silver haired man scratched the back of his head, making Iruka's left eye twitch in irritation.
"Yes. Two hours late."
"Ah."
Iruka was about to turn around and snap at the other man for his nonchalance at the whole situation before a mission report appeared before his eyes. Blinking, he took it, flipping through the pages and scanning the contents before noddding and putting it in the pile with the rest that the Hokage needed to look through. Feeling a little better that Kakashi had finished his mission report correctly this time, he gestured towards the door.
"Thank you, Kakashi-sensei. You can go home now." He put on the best cheerful face he could for the jounin, showing he really appreciated the hard work.
"Aa... But I'd rather stay here and help you close down." Kakashi was now seated in front of the mission desk, the single visible eye focused on him.
Feeling a familiar warmth creep into his cheeks, Iruka coughed and glanced aside after staring, startled, at the other man for a few moments. The copy nin never wanted to stay after and do anything in the way of helping him. In fact, he didn't even really attempt to even totally fill out mission reports. Was he sick or something?
"Kakashi-san... I'd... Aprreciate it, thank you." the Chuunin responded, smiling warmly.
In response Kakashi's eyes crinkled in a smile and he was on his feet faster than the other teacher thought possible. Sighing, Iruka stood and stretched, noting that Kakashi was already moving to close and lock the front door, showing that maybe even the jounin had to spend some time at the horrid desk. Smiling to himself, the younger man turned his back, organizing various files.
The task was completed sooner than he anticipated and he went to work on the next desk. However, he paused, blinking in surprise. It was clean. Lifting his head, Iruka looked down the line of desks. They were all clean.
Baffled, he paused, blinking at the row of desks in mild dismay. But... They hadn't been that way before... He bit his lip before turning and gasping in surprise, noting that Kakashi was only a breath away from him. How had he...?
"K-kakashi-sensei" Iruka stammered, his eyes widening slightly.
"All clean." Was the masked man's only response, a subtle smile showing in the softening in his single visible eye.
"I.. See that... Thank you, Kakashi-san."
The smile didn't fade from the other man's features, in fact, it seemed only to brighten. Feeling his cheeks grow hot, Iruka glanced aside, feeling tension grow in the air as the silence drug on. The other man's aura was brushing his own, and it was causing him to fidget nervously under his obvious stare. What was wrong with him today?
"I... um... Should go home..." The Chuunin's voice was low, almost husky in the empty mission room. Kakashi merely chuckled.
"So soon, Iruka-sensei" The mirth was obvious in the other man's voice and it made Iruka's temper flare.
"Yes. I'm tired. I want to go home."
The jounin didn't seemed to be ruffled in the slightest by the other man's temper. His grin didn't fade either as a hand, lightning quick and firm cupped the teacher's jaw, one calloused thumb caressing the skin right below Iruka's bottom lip. At the contact the Chuunin gasped and froze, his eyes wide and his jaw slackening slightly with surprise. What did Kakashi think he was doing?
"N-nani..." He managed to stutter out, bracing both hands on the desk behind him, subtly moving backwards.
Not subtly enough. "Iruka-san... Such wonderful eyes." Kakashi smirked beneath his mask, leaning forward as the other man pulled back, keeping in close proximity.
"W-what... Do you want" Iruka murmured, looking very much like a deer in headlights. If the other man was trying to intimidate him, it was deffinately working.
His only answer was the crinkling of the edges of the other man's eyes before a sly hand slipped under his deep blue shirt, touching scarred flesh over firm muscle. Iruka then knew exactly what Kakashi wanted and practically squeaked in embrassed alarm. He attempted to scramble backwards, but instead slipped in his confusion and uncertainty, landing sprawled over the desk. A deep blush accented his tanned cheeks as he watched Kakashi approach, like a sleak panther cornering its prey.
"Why m-me..." He managed, warily watching the other man's approach. "You barely know me."
"Do I" A slender brow arched in inquiry at this. "You must not remember how often we talk once we're alone."
Iruka bit his lip at that. They did talk a lot when nobody else around, it just took the other man pointing it out for him to realise it. Maybe that's why he'd become so dedicated when waiting for the other man. Perhaps he hadn't even realised till now...
"That doesn't mean we should... and here! I-I can't...Why now..." the chuunin bit his lip. It was all so sudden...
"..." Kakashi's gaze went suddenly solemn and cold at his question and Iruka felt his chest tighten slightly at the look. So much pain... "I need... To feel human again."
Iruka inhaled sharply at the other man's confession, letting him know just how wounded Kakashi probably was. He'd never seen the jounin with anyone for very long, not even friends, or what you could call friends. Did the other man really feel so alone that he'd cling to a mere Chuunin? A low level Shinobi with nothing to offer but his heart, body and bed? It was obsurd and yet...
Biting his lip, he hesitantly lifted a hand, pushing up the other man's Hitai-ate to reveal the red sharingan eye beneath, along with the angry scar running over said eye. Never before had he seen so much of this man's face. He couldn't help but admit to himself that he wanted to see more. Wanted to give to other man something more for some unknown reason. Right then, he didn't think he cared. He'd concede tonight. Merely because he'd done it for so many others before, but wether or not there was more would have to be heavily thought upon.
Almost mindlessly, his fingers slid lower, hooking in the dark fabric of the copy nin's mask and slowly sliding it down. His eyes hooded slightly as he took in the chiseled features. So masculine and yet... There was and angle there that made him look nothing but utterly attractive. Thus he couldn't help the sharp inhale he took before he licked his lips, finally letting his eyes roam up to the other man's mismatched eyes. So rare... So beautiful.
"You've made up your mind, then." Kakashi murmured, his eyes still serious, something the chuunin was so unused to seeing.
"Hai..." Iruka replied as he tangled his fingers in the fine hair at the base of the older man's neck, encouraging him in a subtle way.
With a low groan that almost sounded relieved, the jounin bent down and captured the other man's lips in a seering kiss, his eyes sliding shut as he did so. Iruka's lips parted willingly beneath the desperate press of lips, feeling his eyelids flutter as the other man's tongue brushed his own. A shiver coarsed through his body and he found himself gripping the back of the other man's head more tightly, Kakashi's desperation apparently being contagious.
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Shakily, he leaned forward pressing a sweet kiss to the other man's lips, not wanting the contact to stop. This caused the other man's eyes to slip open and lock on shimmering red and blue. Almost as slowly Iruka glanced away.
"...Stop. You're hurting yourself." the chuunin murmured, feeling his eyes sting even as he said it.
Kakashi couldn't stop the widening of his eyes at those words. His throat tightening, recognising the dismissal for what it was. Slowly, he let the cold mask of Sharingan Kakashi slip into place, knowing that Iruka noticed. He saw it in the subtle flinch.
Moving almost unconciously, Kakashi pulled away from the other man, before turning and sorting through the scattered clothing on the floor. He heard the other man move, knowing those deep brown eyes were focused on him as he quickly cleaned himself and redressed. It was only when he heard the sound of bare feet approaching that he reacted.
"I don't want pity, Iruka." The soft steps immediately stopped, felt the other man's weight shift as if he didn't know what to do.
"I...Why did you come to me, then..." Came the whispered response.
Kakashi stood and turned, walking towards the shorter man, totally focused on him. Iruka's breath caught as a hand grabbed his chin, tilting it slightly so they could stare into one anothers' eyes. The chuunin worried his lip at the dark circles and sharp pain he found there. So much... the stronger shinobi was suffering so much...
"I wanted you. Nothing else." came the strained response, the older man's voice hushed.
Iruka, stiffened and felt his eyes widening slightly in mild shock. "I... I'm not even of your rank! I can't offer"
"You think that matters to me" Kakashi cut of his sentence sharply, as if he didn't want to hear anymore.
The chuunin went silent, his eyes looking away from the other man. So he really hadn't come here for comfort. He'd come for something far more precious and fragile. Brown eyes slowly shifted, locking with Kakashi's once again.
"L-let me have time..."
"...Alright." The look in the jounin's eyes was softer... almost relieved.
A shiver passed through his form suddenly, and he realised that he was still completely nude. A faint flush crossed his cheeks, resulting in an amused grin crossing the other man's features. Kakashi stepped back and turned, giving the other man some form of privacy to keep the level of discomfort down.
"Come with me tonight."
Iruka blinked and look up from retying the wrappings around his ankles, arching a brow at the other man. The silver topped head turned just slightly, allowing the jounin to observe him from the corner of his eye. Thus the younger man let him see his confusion, still unsure of what he was asking.
"To my apartment. Just tonight."
Heaving a sigh, the chuunin finished with his shoes and pants and began to reorganize his hair in its usual ponytail. The other man turned, watching him silently with a small frown; he had yet to return his mask to its usual place. Finally Iruka looked up, bracing himself against the mission desk.
"Why" he asked, a brown eyebrow lifting in question; he wasn't going to the other man's home if they were just going to end up... Like that again.
"...I dunno. Just kinda want you there, I suppose." Kakashi gave him a lopsided grin as he scratched the back of his head.
"Fine... But just tonight. Clingy bastard." and he couldn't help but smile warmly after those words, just from how much the other man's face lit up.
"Thank you, Iruka."
Fin
I have no idea why I came back to Prolly cus there's so many more people here. ;; Oh well. It's censored, even though you prolly know what's happening. Check for the smut.
