#To Begin With#
Therefore, his name was Iruka.
From the very beginning, Kakashi decided not to show he was bothered. Although, truth to be told, bothered he was indeed.
Iruka, the ponytailed former teacher of his students, was so getting on his nerves. Moreover, every time he did it, he was at full steam!
They already had a nasty conflict in front of the hokage and who knows how many decent shinobi. That was super embarrassing.
Nevertheless, it didn't matter, and, definitely, wasn't enough for that ponytailed regulations' freak! Because, he decided he could torture Kakashi in private. That's why, every time there was even a tiniest chance, he performed amazing brainwashing lectures, exclusively for Kakashi.
Kakashi had no choice, but to start to watch him closely. While preaching, emotionally unstable red-faced teacher was steadily walking hither and thither and reverse, and pointing with his finger every now and then.
During the third lecture, Kakashi stopped to pay attention to what Iruka was actually saying.
During the fourth, Kakashi began to observe Iruka's reserved movements and noticed how advanced his muscles under the uniform were. For the very first time, a thought to touch the teacher crossed his mind. To touch him, to slide fingertips along his well-worked muscles. Why, maybe to play seriously with him. A bite or two won't harm, right? What if they'd be good together?
Kakashi shook his head and threw that thought out of his head.
Then, the fifth occasion somehow turned out to take place at Iruka's home.
The previously thrown away thought returned and Kakashi's lazy brain turned on. And he tried his best to connect the dots and understand what it was actually about.
It was evening and it was dark outside.
Iruka suggested him a cup of tea. Or, maybe, Kakashi would like to dine?
Kakashi stared.
He couldn't believe this was happening to him.
Oh, no, thank you very much, Kakashi wasn't thirsty or hungry.
Iruka's blush deepened.
Kakashi gulped.
Iruka was... flirting? Impossible!
Kakashi didn't understand it alight, but he was a skillful jounin, so he decided to analyze what he was currently feeling. He took in a deep breath, slowly exhaled and simultaneously focused his gaze at the ponytailed teacher. Then he looked for the feelings inside his ribcage.
After that, Kakashi's emotions mixed. Because, what he actually felt towards the suggestive teacher wasn't what he thought it was; it was overwhelming.
Inside his ribcage there was a big round object, a sphere filled with liquid warmth. Also, there was tenderness, which surrounded the sphere.
Well, Kakashi didn't expect the annoyance he felt as a basic emotion will be the actual thing.
However, the sphere inside amused him more and more as he slowly explored it. It turned out that the liquid warmth included the small part of respect and proudness for the teacher's strong character, plus another small part of thankfulness for the way the teacher treated him so honestly. Then, there was that huge part, which included interest in the teacher's body, the wish to touch it, and, (surprise!) the lust. Of course, the lust was the warmest what was there.
As soon as Kakashi realized this all, his body began to burn.
His analysis didn't last very long, just a short minute, but during the process Kakashi was staring at the teacher. And the teacher was staring back.
Kakashi blinked.
Iruka blinked, too, and suddenly averted his eyes. The way he looked, Kakashi finally understood what was going on.
The teacher was hitting on him!
And it took Kakashi nearly a month to understand. A good score for a genius.
Yes, the way Iruka was hitting on Kakashi couldn't be considered as an example, but, taking into view who Iruka was in the village, and his morals, he did pretty well.
Behind his mask, Kakashi's lips stretched into a stern smile. He relaxed his body and decided to go with the flow. Somehow, the teacher managed to get Kakashi into his living room. Very good. What will he do next?
His eyes still averted, Iruka sighed.
"It's very hot here," and he unzipped his vest.
Kakashi couldn't say it was hot. It was normal, if not even a bit chilly. Still, from the way the teacher's cheeks burned, Kakashi could say he felt hot.
Now, Kakashi felt hot, too. Because he had a guess what exactly Iruka wished for when he said that phrase. Kakashi could pounce him any second and take his willing body, but he wanted to see to what extent the teacher was going to fall to seduce him.
"Don't you think it's hot?" wondered Iruka.
He was watching Kakashi's masked face expectantly. Just another occasion Kakashi was grateful he had this mask on. For Iruka's eyes, Kakashi smiled sheepishly and nodded. Iruka smiled back at him and slowly tugged his vest off his shoulders.
"You can take your vest off, too," he said and paused, waiting for Kakashi to act. Kakashi did nothing, that's why Iruka raised his brow and wondered, "or, shall I help you?"
Kakashi's breath caught for a short moment. That's it! He can ask for help and get Iruka to help him with the vest. And while the teacher will be busy with it, Kakashi can catch him into his strong arms, as if it's a given. And then...
But no.
Kakashi was a patient hunter. A short while ago he wanted to see how far Iruka can go in his seduction tactics, didn't he? It was also possible Kakashi's assumption was wrong.
"Well," the jounin drawled. "I guess I can do that." And he unzipped his vest.
The corners of Iruka's mouth went down, and for a short moment Kakashi could see the cutest pout ever. Really now, it will be nice to see it again.
"Okay," Iruka said patiently as he returned to his usual reserved self. "Shall we start?"
"Please do," Kakashi nodded and let his vest fall to the floor near the chair he sat on.
"Yeah," Iruka rubbed his neck, not sure he was ready for what he had so carefully planned, "I wanted to talk to you about," he paused to untie the band and free his hair. He shook his head and let the brown strands fall to his shoulders, "about my students."
Kakashi gave out another sheepish smile. With his hair down, the teacher looked even more appetizing. It will be nice to get him face down and...
He growled inwardly and straightened his will. Not yet.
"Of course. About your former students," he pointed.
Iruka scratched his scarred nose with his finger. That moment the teacher looked shy to the point Kakashi wished he could comfort him. Like - to sit near Iruka, at that soft-pillowed sofa, and pet his shiny hair…
However, Iruka spoiled this dream when he tilted his head to the side and murmured.
"What you not say," he smiled at Kakashi warmly, "I still think of them as my students."
Kakashi tilted his head to the side, opposite to Iruka's, and shrugged.
"So, what did I do to my students that made you think I was wrong?"
All of a sudden, Iruka jumped up from the sofa and began to walk nervously. After the third round, he stopped in front of Kakashi and shamelessly pointed at him.
"It's not that you did something wrong," he said with usual seriousness.
Kakashi looked at him, who stood so close, just one meter away from where he sat, and for a short moment thought if he should make a first step. But Iruka already made several obvious steps. Kakashi was sure he will make more and waited for them.
"It's about that I want to..." Iruka paused and looked straight into the jounin's visible eye.
"Yes, what do you want?" Kakashi's voice sounded surprisingly hoarse.
Iruka's breath caught and he unconsciously bit his lower lip.
"I'd like to prevent you from doing wrong things."
Kakashi's brows went up; that declaration amazed him.
"Please tell me how you are going to do that."
Iruka raised his hand and undid the first button of his shirt.
"I'm currently thinking of the way," he undid the next one and rubbed the small piece of now visible naked skin with his fingertips. "I thought we could think of some good solution together."
Kakashi didn't look at the teacher's face anymore. He focused his gaze at the reserved movements of Iruka's fingers. He wished he could touch, too. Or, better, these accurate fingertips to rub his skin somewhere down there, where it was getting hotter and tighter with every passing second.
Nevertheless, it was necessary to be patient.
"I'm up to thinking together if you say it'll make you feel better," declared Kakashi.
Iruka made another step towards the sitting jounin. Now their knees almost touched.
"Thank you for your effort. I appreciate..." the teacher popped the third button.
Finally, Kakashi decided he waited long enough. Just to get a proof for his guesses, he raised his hand and probingly held it out palm up towards Iruka. When Iruka immediately placed his hand on Kakashi's offered palm, there was no more doubt left in the jounin's head. He closed his long strong fingers around the teacher's trembling ones and lightly pulled the man to himself.
Iruka obediently leaned forward. Their knees touched. Kakashi continued to pull the teacher's hand, simultaneously wondering what will happen next.
What actually happened surprised him. Iruka's knees went apart and he stopped above Kakashi, Kakashi's knees squeezed between his muscular legs. He stood there and stared down at Kakashi's masked face, his eyes filled with doubts and hesitation.
Inwardly, Kakashi's body shuddered in a foretaste. He brought Iruka's hand to his shoulder and left it there. Now he had his both hands free. And he immediately used this opportunity to grab Iruka's thighs and force the teacher to sit down into his lap.
Without a fight, Iruka followed Kakashi's silent instruction, as if it was an action he wished for. Moreover, he raised his free hand and placed it on Kakashi's other shoulder.
They froze for a long minute, silently digesting their sensations in this new position.
"You don't have to thank me. The pleasure is my," Kakashi drawled, returning them both to interrupted conversation.
But Iruka was too overwhelmed to remember the actual conversation.
"The pleasure?" his voice was low. Was it because of the uncommon position on the jounin's knees, or because Kakashi's hands began to wonder and explore his body? It was hard to tell.
"It's a pleasure." Kakashi's hands slid up along Iruka's sides and made the teacher lean slightly forward. It was so sudden, that Iruka didn't manage to stop his move and his nose pressed to Kakashi's masked one.
Kakashi squeezed the teacher's body in his arms. Iruka exhaled a moan of pleasure; his eyes shut, spine arched and hands entwined around the jounin's neck. Kakashi already decided it was his win.
Nevertheless, Iruka suddenly asked.
"Oh gosh, what are you doing?"
Although Iruka's voice was trembling and he was as if unconsciously pressing his ass backwards into Kakashi's palms, forcing him to squeeze and hold it tighter, the question didn't leave any doubt - the game was still on.
Well, Kakashi could play that.
With one quick push, he forced Iruka to lay on his chest. The teacher's body pressed flat to the jounin's, and Kakashi hid his masked nose in the open gape between Iruka's collar and bare neck. He inhaled and found the man's smell alluring.
"What do you mean?" he murmured straight into Iruka's neck.
It turned out Iruka was extremely sensitive there. He arched in the jounin's arms and, instead of an answer, gave Kakashi an expressive hug. Really, he was so overwhelmed with emotions he couldn't answer the silly questions.
Kakashi once again decided that he won and continued his attack. He caressed the teacher's body with his palms, made him squirm, and moan, and arch, and wiggle.
"You ask what I am doing," Kakashi murmured into Iruka's ear when Iruka relaxed to the point he felt like mush under the jounin's skillful fingers.
"I don't know. I touch you?" With that, Kakashi squeezed his right hand into the gap between their tightly pressed together bodies and caressed Iruka's abdominal area.
Iruka cried out.
He breathed heavily for several seconds and then whispered in a pleading voice.
"Do this again. I beg you, please."
Kakashi obliged. He began to stroke Iruka down there. Slowly, the rhythm of caresses increased and Kakashi's fingers found their way into the teacher's pants.
"Do you like it?"
Iruka's nose pressed into Kakashi's neck. He hugged the jounin even tighter, with impressive affection. Kakashi's abdominal area appreciated it the most.
"Don't stop, go on. Please, just go on," Iruka continued to whisper in a pleading voice.
Kakashi liked how he behaved so reserved, but reacted so honestly. He took out his own long since hardened cock and began to stroke his and Iruka's cocks together.
The teacher moaned into Kakashi's neck and, to the jounin's utter surprise, bit it.
Kakashi tilted his head back and gave out a loud animal growl.
Iruka went with the flow. He was moaning non-stop. While moving his hips in a steady rhythm with Kakashi's hand, he slid his cock along the jounin's and was already wetting it. In addition, before the jounin could do anything, Iruka fixed his mouth on his neck again, and, vigorously, started to suck on the spot he bit earlier.
Kakashi's mind went blank. He continued to move his hand, but what he felt with Iruka was just amazing.
Very soon, they reached their limits and came, one after the other. The afterglow was so sweet, their exhausted minds turned off and forced their bodies relax.
When Kakashi's senses returned to him in full, he realized Iruka was still curling on his knees with his nose hidden in the curve of Kakashi's neck.
"Wow," exhaled Kakashi.
Suddenly awakened, Iruka's body jerked in his arms. The teacher raised his head and focused his blurry gaze at Kakashi's face.
They blinked in unison. Then, at once, Iruka jumped up and made several steps back.
There was a long pause.
"What do you think you are doing?" Iruka wondered.
Kakashi stood up, too.
"What?"
Iruka hurriedly fixed his clothes and waved his hand at the jounin.
"What are you, an animal?"
Kakashi looked down. His pants stood open and everything, what they normally hid, was clearly hanging out.
He looked at his right palm. It was covered in sticky substance he didn't want to name.
To cut the story short, he looked good all over.
Kakashi fixed his pants with his left hand and took his vest from the floor.
Iruka already stood near the door and held it open for him.
As if in a trance, Kakashi went to the door and stepped out.
"You should be ashamed of yourself," Iruka said to Kakashi's back.
Kakashi's shoulders moved up on their own accord; he wished to hide somewhere afar, where Iruka's blaming words won't reach his ears.
But Iruka continued.
"And for your information, I'm not done talking with you."
After that, Iruka immediately slammed the door shut with extremely loud 'thud'.
It made Kakashi shudder.
Now he understood - it was Iruka's win, as sure as fate.
And he, an infamous genius, was standing in the freezing air near Iruka's shut door, with a vest in his left hand and a sticky substance all over his right hand.
"That sly..." came out of Kakashi's mouth in a mutter.
Kakashi turned around. In one swift motion, he pressed his dirty hand to Iruka's door and let it slide all the way down to wipe off the substance. For now, he wished to leave something for the teacher, because in the mix there was a huge part of his product, too.
The act itself was shameless, but it did satisfy Kakashi's ego, even if only a little bit.
Kakashi sighed heavily. He was exhausted. His neck, where Iruka bit and sucked at it, was aching. If Kakashi ever thought, that a bite or two won't harm, after an intercourse with the ponytailed teacher he totally took it back!
He gritted his teeth in useless anger.
"But, we'll see."
Just like that, with a vest under his left arm, a throbbing spot on his bitten neck, and still very dirty right hand, Kakashi staggered towards his home to lick his wounds and plan a revenge.
He won't let himself rest until he gets that man outspread under him, long since filled with his sperm to the very brim, and still begging for more.
Because that's how it should be, to begin with.