Horror – UNBETAED! You are warned)
…s!
The road was icy: delicate layer of water froze as the evening approached and the cold rain didn't help the situation.
Tires on the wheels of Iruka's car were supposed to be used only in summer. Iruka sighed and took a thin cigarette from the pack in his jeans pocket. He smoked, staring at his poor car all covered in ice layers, and disapprovingly winced every time the airport's round door squeaked behind his back.
"Have you got a spare cigarette?" wondered an unfamiliar voice suddenly. Not at all in a hurry, Iruka turned his head to the side and exhaled the smoke from his lungs. There stood a relatively young man, his face masked and hair of a strange silver color, expectantly watching Iruka with his single, barely visible through the naughty hair strands, but very expressive and penetrating, eye.
Iruka didn't like to be watched.
"Have you got a mouth to use a cigarette?" he asked and purposely stopped his glance at the black cloth, which completely covered the lower part of the man's face.
"Do you really care how I'll use it?" The man stood calm and waited.
Iruka shrugged and demonstratively sucked in the cigarette's tip, making its burning end turn red and crackle.
"Do you really want a cigarette?" asked Iruka aggressively. The man lowered his head and seemingly smirked under his mask. It made Iruka inwardly dance – he liked when his guesses were correct – and mutter, "I suppose you want something else. What is it?"
For almost two hours Iruka was waiting for the special agent, but no one arrived on a scheduled plane. And now the nightfall brought this unsuspected ice; the unforeseen hazard made him very angry.
"Maa, I need to reach Konoha today, but there are no drivers crazy enough to take me there because of particular climatic collapse this eve. I was supposed to be met by a cabdriver. Poor lad must be lost on a road of life…"
Iruka's eyes widened in realization; he grabbed the man's forearm and drawled him near, so that their faces were almost touching. That lazy gaze of the bored eye – how could he ever forget the feelings it always caused him? He never felt more sensitive and exposed in his life; it perennially brought him out of usual order.
"Get into the car," hissed Iruka madly, "now!"
Then he roughly pushed the silver-haired man away. The fallen cigarette sizzled, dying down in the unfrozen puddle. Iruka opened the driver's door and crawled on the seat. The man slid inside too, though he managed to make it incredibly gracefully, and settled on the nearest seat.
Squinting angrily at the man, Iruka raised his frozen palms to pull off his cap. He knew he looked funny in it because of the perky ponytail he usually wore. And he was too mad and nervous now, so if only there could be no comments…
"Of all the men, I'm most surprised to see you here, sensei. It's been a while since we met last time and I hardly recognized you in that… maa… headgear!"
Iruka grit his teeth and shook the cap out, making sure most of water drops fell on the annoying opponent. Without a hesitation, he threw the cap on the back seat and started the engine. The car coughed several times, causing him a goose skin, but then started to duly murmur the common humming sound.
"I wasn't told it is you I'm waiting for, Kakashi," muttered Iruka, finally concentrating on the barely lit road. He drove slowly as he passed the airport's main gates, still the car felt awfully unstable, "Otherwise I surely could successfully drive to the most distant tire-service and be back in time to get you."
Kakashi shook his head and wiped off the cold drops from his face. It didn't satisfy him and he was compelled to pull the wet cloth of mask down.
"Happy?" wondered he sarcastically, "You made me wet!"
Iruka was highly concentrated and nervous, so he didn't pay much attention to the words; he only hissed and clenched his suddenly very moist palms on the wheel.
"I'm wet myself too, Kakashi!" There was a descent before them, it was bad, "And now don't bother me! I have to concentrate and be very accurate, otherwise we will be lying in a heap in the next ditch," Iruka pressed the brake several times to reduce the speed, the tires slid to the side and squeaked. Iruka turned the wheel and somehow managed to stabilize the car. Exhaling, he realized he was almost panicking and the car was continuously skating down, "Fuck you Kakashi, it's your entire fault! Don't distract me when I'm steering!"
"I know you can handle it, Iruka, I remember you are a man with a perfectly stable mentality" said Kakashi calmly, "So – just bring us to Konoha."
"Even if I'm stable, the car is not!" Iruka was flattered with the trust, but in this state he didn't care about some low emotions. He produced the silliest giggle he ever did in his whole life and continued to drive, regulating the speed and turning the wheel to the sides to get the precarious balance. And he desired to smoke, "Would you be nice and light a cigarette for me?"
Kakashi chuckled and shook his head as if Iruka was joking.
"Iruka, stop kidding. You can't have a cigarette – smoking is dangerous."
Iruka turned the head to look Kakashi into the shameless eyes. The car immediately decided it was time for fun and started to slide from side to side. This time they were lucky the road was empty and they were lucky Iruka was a good driver and they were lucky the hill went slightly up after the descent.
Iruka hissed, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Wow you are good," amazed Kakashi, "but we are not yet home, please go on, surprise me again."
"The things I'll do to you when we'll get home…" drawled Iruka dreamily and pressed the gas.
…s!
"Hatake, you are late!" hammered Tsunade's voice as Kakashi got from the car. He almost fell down, because of the ice and winced. Tsunade waited for him near the main building's entrance, wisely avoiding stepping on icy road. Though – she swung anyway. Kakashi winced one more time and slowly came to Tsunade, using a duck walk. He heard Iruka's hysterical laugh from the driver's seat and squinted at him offensively.
"Boss, you are drunk," muttered Kakashi finally, when he stepped at the secure island of unfrozen asphalt.
Iruka laughed even harder and got three angry eyes concentrated on him.
"I don't care what you think, brat, its already night and I'm heading home!" barked Tsunade, "you should take a guest room in the tower and report to me in the morning."
"Understood," Kakashi nodded, relieved. He didn't want to make a report today. Besides - there was nothing urgent there – he had his way with all the difficulties.
"And Iruka should be half way home," declared Tsunade, squinting at the red-faced Iruka, who was still squeezing the wheel madly, "What do you think, why is he still here?" added she and took a large gulp from a bottle Kakashi didn't notice before.
"Boss, it's dangerous!" whined Iruka.
"I think he is afraid to go home because of ice. By the way that's the answer to your previous question – Iruka is the reason I'm late," declared Kakashi. And he was praised by the view of mad Iruka slamming both his fists at the poor wheel. The car beeped loudly and suddenly the alarm system started to honk. Iruka said something unexpectedly unintelligible, made an effort to get the car-keys, dropped them down and completely disappeared under the driver's seat in an effort to find them.
After the five minutes of wait, accompanied by sounds of loud beeping, wiggling, muffled cursing and nagging in the depth of the car, Tsunade sighed and showed Kakashi an empty bottle.
"As I told you before, I'm heading home," she noted, "and you go and rest, you are probably tired after the task."
Kakashi frowned.
"And what about Iruka?"
"Iruka is an adult," Tsunade shrugged and pointed the empty bottle at the swinging car, where Iruka was still looking for the keys, "but behaves sometimes like a small kid. Although I know some adults, which are even worse…" she added in a hushed voice and sunk into the thoughts.
"I'll go help him," decided Kakashi, "he's rather nervous after all this extreme ice-driving, I'll make him stay here this night."
Tsunade shrugged and turned away. For a long minute Kakashi watched her back – she went across the icy road, but even in her drunk state stepped calmly and sure. Suddenly, she turned around.
"Hey, brat! Be careful with Iruka," said she, "I heard he prefers men."
Kakashi chuckled, totally amused.
"It's so nice you care about my innocence, boss!"
"Who else when not me?" asked Tsunade, walking away.
That was a hit below the belt. Feeling sad all at once, Kakashi turned his head to the car. Iruka sat on the driver's seat again, wiping the sweat from his reddening face. He found the keys and finally managed to stop the alarm system's beeping. What Iruka wanted now was to smoke a cigarette and decide if he is going to drive further or leave the car here and go home by foot.
'I hate you' Kakashi read the moves of Iruka's lips through the misted glass of the car's window. He smirked under the mask and used the duck walk to get back to the car. Iruka watched him stunned – he didn't get the idea of what the silver-haired man would need from him. The hesitation lasted a short minute, and then Iruka realized Kakashi could wish to hurt him for the harsh words and hurried to start the engine. Still, it was already too late – Kakashi opened the door and pointed his finger at the keys.
"Turn it off and let's go," said he firmly, "you are not driving further today."
Iruka forgot he wanted to smoke.
"…strait… I am… not…" muttered he, confused and loosing the right words.
"I heard about that, "nodded Kakashi, "please, close the car and follow me. Yoda," added he sarcastically.
"Not at all!" squeaked Iruka, jumping from the car and using the same duck walk to get to the tower. Kakashi waited for him near the building, grinning so widely it was noticeable even through the mask. "Don't misinterpret me, Kakashi! I only wanted to say this road leads strait to my home, without any curves and stuff…"
Kakashi chuckled and opened for him the front door.
…s!
When Iruka came from the bathroom, he caught Kakashi by making the bed. It was a double bed.
"I'm not that crooked," declared Iruka firmly.
Kakashi squinted at him, his unmasked face very much surprised.
"What was that?" wondered he, straightening and fixing both eyes on Iruka's blushed face. Iruka watched the floor as if he wanted to burn a hole there. Unfortunately, the only thing on the floor to concentrate on was Kakashi's wet mask. To look at it and not think about the uncovered face was almost impossible. Iruka tried his best, but constantly failed.
"I don't know what you heard about me, but I promise I won't touch you, so you can feel save," said Iruka finally, still not looking at Kakashi.
"That's generous, thank you. Are you sure?" asked Kakashi interestedly, his voice very serious.
Iruka raised his eyes and stared at Kakashi's face in shock. The silver-haired bastard was smirking.
The sudden desire to smoke overwhelmed Iruka's senses again and he pulled the cigarette out of the pack and went to the window. He opened the window, lit his thin stick and inhaled. That was great! Calming, fitting, delicious… Iruka melted and ignored the soft steps behind his back.
And then Kakashi spoiled everything - he brushed his shoulder over Iruka's shoulder.
"Oh my gosh! Iruka, you are touching me!"
Iruka grit his teeth and pushed Kakashi away with the angry impetuous move. The shoulder drew back, but the smirk stayed, as well as the body next to him.
"Stop smoking. I don't like when a man I'm sleeping with smells of smoke," demanded Kakashi. Iruka choked and started to cough. It caused the fall of the cigarette from Iruka's lips over the windowsill and all the way down to the ground. The view of that fall didn't add to Iruka's mood, but he said nothing, he only put his hand into the pocket to get another cigarette. The pocket was empty. And it wasn't funny.
Iruka squinted to the side – the silver-haired man twisted a cigarette pack in his hands with a great interest.
"'Rauchen macht sehr schnell abhängig: Fangen Sie gar nicht erst an!'" read Kakashi slowly, "I thought you are educated enough to get the message, sensei."
Iruka made a step towards Kakashi.
"Give it back!" he drawled threateningly.
Kakashi shook his head and demonstratively tucked the pack into his pants under the belt.
"You promised not to touch me, remember?" Kakashi winked at the stunned Iruka and crawled into the bed. There he laid on his back and moaned happily, very glad to relax his tired muscles. Still shocked, Iruka slowly sat at the windowsill. He couldn't make himself take the eyes off the desirable pack, which suggestively bulged through the material of silver-haired bastard's pants. He couldn't believe all this was happening to him.
'It must be a bad dream,' thought Iruka. Though the dream was very much plausible – the piercing glance of Kakashi's eyes, the growing nicotine withdrawal pains and the coldness of the windowsill under his ass – everything told him it was a cruel reality, 'But if it's truly happening… I'll just sit here and wait till he falls asleep…'
"Are you going to sit there all night long?" asked Kakashi suddenly. Iruka winced. If the bastard was able to read his mind – it must be a dream indeed!
"What if I am?" hissed Iruka angrily and crossed his arms on his chest.
"Come to the bed," Kakashi patted the mattress near him, "The blanket is warm. And boss will probably make me regret if I'll let you catch a cold…"
"Thinking only about yourself, aren't you?" wondered Iruka. He straightened and came closer to the bed. Suddenly an idea came into his mind – if he'll be lying in the bed it will be easier to get a cigarette pack back. The shiver of nicotine foretaste went down Iruka's spine and he gulped.
Kakashi shivered too. The reason of that particular shiver was the expression on Iruka's face – hungry desiring eyes concentrated on his abdominal part. May be it wasn't a good tactic to hide a pack into the pants – in such zealous state Iruka could forget about his promise not to touch!
They lay under the blanket and stared at each other, just waiting for the opponent to get asleep. But very soon both were peacefully snuffling, lulled by the warmth of the soft bed.
…s!
In the middle of the night Iruka suddenly woke up. He wanted to smoke! The feeling was so intense he pressed the face into the pillow to blank off a moan of suffer. Then he remembered where the cigarettes were last time he saw them and raised his eyes to Kakashi's face. The silver-haired man was deep asleep, it was good. Doing his best to keep silent, Iruka removed the blanket from Kakashi's body and bend over the belt. Very slowly he unfastened it and pulled down the zipper. Accurately unfolding, Iruka finally got to the aim of his rebellion. And - there was no pack in there, but there was an impressively erected penis, perfectly viewed through the thin material of underpants. Iruka licked his lips, looked at Kakashi's face and realized that he was watched.
"Looking for something?" Kakashi purred, suppressing an urge to seize Iruka's head and press that face to his aching for attention erection. The man was so accurately attentive while uncovering him, it was impossible to stay calm.
"I… no… just accidentally…" Iruka muttered, unconsciously lowering his eyes to the cutely bulging penis and licking his lips again. Then he closed the eyes and sighed. Hard shafts were Iruka's weak-point. Some people knew about it and some of them spread disgusting rumors to shade his reputation. Iruka was a very nice person and no one believed the nasty rumors, though almost all rumors were true, "…wanted a cigarette…"
"You see," Kakashi pointed his finger at his lower part and made Iruka look there one more time, "There are no silly thin cigarettes of yours here," he moved his finger down and tenderly caressed along the length, "only a large cigar. But smoking is dangerous."
"I don't care, I'd like to smoke anyway," whispered Iruka, drooling. Kakashi's finger reached the underpants ribbon and tugged it a little bit down, revealing the erection's tip. Iruka stopped breathing.
"I think I can allow you to have a try," declared Kakashi indulgently and it was all what Iruka needed. Without shame, he fell to his all fours and sniffed the length through the underpants like a real cigar's gourmet. Loosing control was thrilling.
"Ah," Iruka exhaled and tugged the thin material all the way down. Now, when he got the full access, he became boulder: Kakashi obviously wanted him to have a try no less than he wanted it himself, "Shall I bite off my new cigar's tip?" wondered Iruka. He touched the hard shaft with his nose and moaned – just imagining all the sucking, teasing, tugging, licking, nipping, kissing he would like to perform on this particular exemplar of penis.
"Torturer! Please, don't bite," groaned Kakashi, shivering under the careful presses and rubs of Iruka's nose: the threat was even more arousing.
Iruka's fingers slid down and started to caress the balls. He enjoyed the tenderness of the pelvic skin and let his palms and lips feel free and explore the exposed area systematically and thoroughly. As soon as he got the erection into his mouth and felt it twitch, he came into his pants. It was too soon and rather embarrassing, but simultaneously so nasty and agitating that he only hummed and continued to work on Kakashi's impressive hardness. It smelled good and it felt good and it was so huge and sensitive… Iruka's own penis started to get high again in no time.
Kakashi trusted into Iruka's mouth and pulled out, spraying the cum over the tanned face. Iruka smiled his all-knowing smile, licked the drops from the cheeks and nose, slurped the rest from the penis and began to suck on it more intensively, bringing it back to the pleasurable hardness he couldn't get enough of.
The wiggles of hot body and short insistent thrusts of the thick penis into his willing mouth made Iruka forget about anything else. He concentrated on that magic thing to externalize his immodesty; and he did his very best.
When they both were spent and rested in each others arms, he wondered if he would ever be tired of the feel of penis in his palms, between his lips…
"Promise me you won't smoke the cigarettes," murmured Kakashi tiredly, squeezing Iruka's body in his strong arms – the man was deliciously pliant.
"Of course. What are all those cigarettes after a good cigar?" hummed Iruka, sinking into the serene sleep.