Iruka's Bad Boy
Disclaimer: Nope. I still don't own it, and chances are, I won't own it anytime soon.
Summary: Kakashi wants Iruka to say something…when the chuunin proves a tough nut to crack, the jounin must resort to extreme measures! (WOW that's tacky)
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Iruka trailed a finger lightly over Kakashi's eye, tracing the scar tissue that shone silver in the moonlight. Kakashi shivered and pulled the younger man onto his naked chest.
Iruka blew into the jounin's ear. Kakashi growled, warning him to stop. Iruka went for Kakashi's abs, tickling them with his fingernails.
"My bad boy," Iruka mumbled.
A black eye (?) and a red one shot open and Kakashi grabbed Iruka's wrists, forcing him to look into his eyes.
"What did you say?" he whispered, his voice still hoarse from screaming Iruka's name earlier that night.
"Nothing," Iruka said coyly, jumping out of bed.
Kakashi was up in a second, pinning his lover against a wall.
"You said something," he insisted, grinning. Iruka's breath hitched. How many people would kill to get a look at the rest of that gorgeous face, unfairly obscured by that mask!
"You said something," Kakashi repeated, "Could it be that you've finally found a nickname for me?"
Iruka blushed, and wrenched away. "You're imagining things," he scolded, "I'm going to get some warm milk. Want anything?"
"I would say you, but you already know that, besides, it's too tacky. So I'll go with coffee," Kakashi said, following him into the kitchen.
"It's just gonna keep you up, you know," Iruka sighed, but got out the Peruvian coffee beans anyway.
They sat at the table, one sipping warm milk, the other nursing his 1 a.m. coffee.
As Iruka got up to place his glass in the sink Kakashi snuck up behind him, trapping him between the cold granite counter and his warm body. The chuunin shivered at the contrast of temperature, and melted into Kakashi who was nibbling on his ear, smelling like coffee and wood.
"Say it," the older man ordered. Iruka gasped as Kakashi began teasing his hips, rubbing his palms against them and gyrating to the rhythm of Iruka's pulsing blood.
"No," the uke groaned. Kakashi growled in displeasure. He brought his kisses to the brown haired man's shoulders and slipped his hands into Iruka's boxers.
"Say it."
"Sweet mother of mooing cows," Iruka whimpered as Kakashi's hands began to do wonderful things.
"Wtf? Say what you told me in bed!" the jounin ordered, his arousal poised at Iruka's ass. His lover tried to slide backwards onto it, seeking release, but Kakashi shied away.
"Say it," he insisted.
"Bad boy," Iruka whispered, "You're my bad boy Kakashi, I love you, now please fuck me!"
Pleased, Kakashi tugged down both of their boxers and banged him senseless against the counter. Iruka noted vaguely that he would feel that in the morning. But now, with his bad boy in him, moaning his name, frankly, he didn't give a damn.
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Haha, Iruka isn't actually my first choice with Kakashi, but then I thought, oh go on, challenge yourself. I was pleased with what I thought up, so I put it here. (Inspired by "Be My Bad Boy" by Cascada.