Both shirtless, Iruka and Kakashi sat on the bed in the hotel room. Their cover was something standard; businessmen or dignitaries or art collectors, depending on exactly where they were infiltrating. Of course, there was still some spy work that worked best at night with gear and hand-to-hand combat.

But such fighting wasn't the easiest thing in the world. Iruka perched on the edge of the bed with Kakashi behind him. His head drooped a little as the silver-haired man's hands clasped the base of his neck, rubbing gently. Strong fingers worked the muscles, relieving the tension and soreness built up from the clandestine struggles. Iruka didn't mind his job, when he got to spend his nights like this.

Kakashi expertly proceeded lower, and Iruka slouched into the touch, closing his eyes. Fingertips prodded around his shoulders, switching to hot palms rubbing circles into his shoulder blades. Thumbs dug into the middle of his back, at his spine, and he straightened with a small gasp. Kakashi chuckled, pleased with the reaction. "Like that?"

Iruka snorted. "I'd like it better if you got back to work."

The hands brushed flat down Iruka's back and then up again. "Yes, master," Kakashi murmured, leaning forward to nip at a bare shoulder playfully. Iruka shivered, and Kakashi chuckled again.

In position once more, the massage resumed. Kakashi ran his thumbs along each rib, from spine to side, wrapping around to Iruka's firm stomach when he ran out of bone. Slowly he slipped his hands up to the other man's chest, earning himself a moan.

All too soon for Iruka, the hands dropped from his nipples, but steadily ventured lower and lower, until suddenly they skated around to his back, fingers jamming into his pants, digging into the flesh below the waistband. Kakashi slowly massaged his lower back until Iruka moaned in frustration.

"Something the matter?" Kakashi's voice was pleasantly ignorant.

Iruka just growled in response, reaching down to undo his own pants. Quickly, the hands slipped out, circling round his waist. With a tug, Kakashi pulled Iruka tight against him, taking over the business at hand. Iruka willingly leaned back into his lover's arms, needy for the attention.

Looking over his shoulder to see, Kakashi easily freed Iruka from the confines of his pants. Iruka's hands found a hold in the thick silver hair behind him as the long fingers teased along his length. His grip tightened as Kakashi began to stroke; his breath hitched as a hot mouth latched onto his neck.

Iruka began to rock as the pace picked up. He moaned wordlessly at Kakashi's tongue wet along his shoulder, varied by sucking and small bites. His head swam with pleasure and again all too soon it was over, and he was bucking into those wonderful hands in climax.

He panted, coming down from his high. Gently, he loosed his fingers from Kakashi's hair, grinning apologetically over his shoulder if he had pulled too hard.

Kakashi just grinned back, nudging Iruka's hips with his own. "What are you looking at me like that for? It's my turn now."