Hello everyone! Here's an odd little ficcie that came to me today. It's a stand-alone, not set in any particular universe. n.n Enjoy!
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Iruka opened his eyes, feeling the change in the room. Smiling, he remained still, listening to the sound of his lover undressing. It was just past midnight; Kakashi's usual entry time.
He felt the bed shift as Kakashi slipped between the sheets, and then Kakashi's perpetually cold hand slid suggestively over his hip. Iruka allowed his smile to widen as he felt Kakashi fit their bodies together. Kakashi was already hard; Iruka shifted his hips a little and felt Kakashi's erection slide across his back.
Kakashi chuckled and fastened his lips to Iruka's shoulder, shifting them both a little so he could begin grinding into Iruka, his hand holding Iruka's hip, guiding and controlling the movements of their bodies together. Iruka moaned and tipped his head back as Kakashi's movements became rougher, harder.
Pretty soon, Kakashi couldn't take it anymore. He shifted them again and slid his finger into Iruka's ass, kissing and sucking Iruka's neck, Iruka's soft moans encouraging him. Kakashi inserted another finger, biting Iruka's neck at the same time.
"Please, just…" Iruka gasped, bucking back, impaling himself on Kakashi's fingers. Kakashi laughed and then he was moving, sliding around, shifting Iruka further down on the mattress, positioning himself. Thrusting, filling Iruka. Iruka cried out, his hands gripping Kakashi's shoulders until his fingers hurt. Kakashi pulled out and thrust back in, bending over to rest his head on Iruka's shoulder. His harsh, gasping pants filled Iruka's ears, drowning out every other sound in the world. Iruka moaned and arched against him, rubbing their chests together as Kakashi began a steady rhythm, grunting with each thrust.
They moved together seamlessly, their hips meeting, parting, and their hands gripping and digging into each other's flesh. Kakashi groaned and sped the rhythm up, biting into Iruka's shoulder, his tongue sliding over Iruka's taunt flesh.
Soft, needy moans urged Kakashi harder, deeper. Kakashi braced himself and gave Iruka what he wanted, his body trembling with pleasure. Iruka felt Kakashi nearing the breaking point and released his shoulder, snaking it down Kakashi's chest and then wrapping it around his own shaft, pumping in rhythm with Kakashi's forceful thrusts. So close…he gasped and sped up his thrusts, trying to make sure they reached the pinnacle together.
Suddenly, Kakashi gripped the sheets and slammed into Iruka, growling, his body convulsing as his hot seed released into Iruka. He thrust a few more times, grimacing in pleasure. Iruka mewled, feeling the sudden explosion inside of him, and arched his back, his hand furiously pumping as his own seed splattering over his hand and chest as he followed his lover over the top.
Kakashi waited patiently for Iruka to finish. Then he pulled out, making them both moan softly. Smiling, he reached down and took Iruka's hand, licking it, cleaning every bit of seed off the tanned man's hand with his darting, clever tongue. Iruka watched him, nearly breathless.
When he was finished, Kakashi crawled up the bed and stretched out next to Iruka, pillowing his head in Iruka's shoulder. Iruka turned a little toward him and they rested, feeling their heartbeats slowing, their breathing deepening into sleep.
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Iruka woke when the alarm went off and yawned, sitting up to shut it off. The space beside him was empty; Iruka didn't expect any different. Kakashi was a midnight lover; he'd never seen the man's face by daylight. And he was fine with that. At least, that what he told himself.
Swinging his legs off the side of the bed, he yawned again and stretched. The movement irritated his shoulder; glancing at it, Iruka grinned. Kakashi had sharp teeth…that was going to leave a mark.
Sighing, he rose and padded to the shower, whistling.
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Iruka got through the day. It was particularly trying; the kids were determined to live up to Naruto's now-famous past. Iruka had to assign not one but three essays and a pop-quiz just to get them to shut up. As much as he loved teaching, there were certainly days that he wished he could quit and do some nice, soothing S-rank missions.
After class, he was gathering his papers together. He'd given himself permission to slack off tonight; it didn't happen often, and he was determined to enjoy it. Then he heard two people talking in the hallway. He didn't mean to listen in; gossip wasn't his favorite thing. He'd been the subject of it a few too many times for him to take any pleasure in other people's misery.
"…Iruka?"
Iruka perked his ears up and stepped closer to the door, his interest peaked. They were talking about him…
"Yeah." The other man, who Iruka tentatively identified as Iwashi, sighed deeply. "He's hot. Of course he is. It's just…he's so…"
"Innocent?" The other speaker asked, sighing as well. "I know. Believe me, I know. I thought after those rumors about him and Mizuki…but you just can't picture Iruka doing…anything like that, can you?"
Iwashi laughed sadly. "Yeah. He's too damn…sweet. The way he is with those kids…"
"He's never shown any interest in anyone, male or female." The other speaker, who Iruka couldn't ID right away, said petulantly. "How are we supposed to know?"
"Maybe he's not interested, period." Iwashi said after a moment.
"Bullshit. No one's 'not interested'." Genma. That was Genma, Iruka decided suddenly.
"Mmm. Well, I'm not going to hit on him. It would make me feel…I dunno…like I'm a dirty old man and he's…."
"I am a dirty old man." Genma said smugly. "And I really like him. Not just because he's hot and has the cutest ass in the village. He's a great guy." Genma sounded wistful, and Iruka raised his eyebrows in surprise. Genma really…liked…him?
"Yeah." Iwashi said quietly. "I agree. Dammit. But I thought…you and Raidou…"
"Not." Genma said quietly, regretfully. "I thought so too. But Rai…he's just…he doesn't know what he wants, you know? So he's constantly waffling. I can't take being kicked out of the house again. I'm tired of not being able to hug my boyfriend in public. Everyone knows we're a couple. Were a couple. I told him this morning I was done."
"Man, that sucks." Iwashi said sympathetically. "But I agree with you. He's got to make a choice."
"Well…" Genma sighed. "It's too late for me. I made the choice he couldn't make. We're officially done."
"I'm really sorry to hear that." Iwashi's voice moved, and Iruka pulled back from the door a bit. "So. You going to hit on Iruka?"
"Yeah. Carefully. I don't want to offend or upset him…" Genma and Iwashi's voices faded out and Iruka leaned on the wall, thoughtful.
So. Genma liked him.
That was kind of a surprise. Genma'd been hitting on him for years, but Iruka had always assumed it was just Genma's well-known streak of pervertedness. He'd never thought…
What do I do with this? Iruka thoughtfully finished gathering his papers up and walked home, absently returning the greetings he received on the street.
He put the papers down and made tea, then sat on the couch and eyed the wall thoughtfully. He had a decision to make, that was for sure.