Chapter One: Heavy Rain

Kakashi hated the rain. It always made him feel nostalgic for some reason and he hated feeling nostalgic. It always made him want to drink and wax poetic. And none of those things were terribly mysterious and part of his aloof irreverence that he tried to maintain. No, waxing nostalgic and poetic was not good for a ninja of his repute. He sighed and found himself skirting growing puddles while he ducked under the awning and made it to Ichiraku's before they closed up for the night. Thunder cracked loudly above and lighting shot down around him. The light of the ramen bar drew him.

Teuchi, the amicable ramen vender, smiled at him, "Hakate-san! We haven't seen you in ages! And out in this weather!"

Kakashi nodded amicably. "Been busy."

"What would you like? Ramen with miso and eggplant?" Teuchi asked but he was already preparing a bowl. Hakate-san, like most people, even if he was the infamous copy-nin, was a creature of habit.

"Maa…sounds good." Kakashi said breaking apart his chopsticks in anticipation.

Teuchi nodded. He turned around and placed the bowl of ramen in front of the nin, then added a small glass of sake. "Enjoy."

Kakashi ate in silence for a moment when another diner sat down a few stools away. He glanced over briefly and was surprised to see Iruka-sensei. He did a double take and almost didn't recognize the man. His hair was down around his face and he was wearing clothing he didn't typically associate with the chuunin; a tight fitting long, black shirt and black pants. He couldn't help it but the man looked very attractive like that. Where had that thought come from?

"Yo!" Kakashi said with a smile. "Good evening, Iruka-sensei."

For a second Iruka-sensei turned and almost didn't appear to see him. Then he flushed and reached up to scratch at his scar absently.

"Hai, Kakashi-san." Iruka smiled softly.

Kakashi had not seen much of Iruka lately. He'd heard a lot of rumors, sure. Interesting rumors. Impossible ones.

"What can I get you, Iruka-san?" Teuchi asked.

"Pork ramen and some sake. Thank-you, Teuchi-sama." Iruka leaned into his bowl of ramen and started eating ravenously. And quickly downed his sake. Then asked for another glass.

This reminded Kakashi of the rumors he had heard again. According to gossip, Iruka was working doing a lot of classified, undercover intelligence work. But, of course, the man was a chuunin, so he wasn't sure if it was all just rumors or innuendos or some sort of smoke to cover who was actually doing the work behind the scenes. Truthfully, he had not seen much of the man in months and, it wasn't like he stalked him or anything, but he was positive that he wasn't around Konoha much these days. And Kakashi had his own missions. He took a small sip of his sake and peered surreptitiously at Iruka.

"What have you been up to lately, sensei?" Kakashi asked. "I haven't seen you around much."

Iruka shrugged then put down his chopsticks. He man was wearing an expression Kakashi couldn't read. He ordered another sake from Teuchi.

Kakashi frowned. Another? Iruka was not much of a drinker. This was out of character.

"Not much. It was my summer off, Kakashi-san. I was on vacation. What have you been up to?"

"Maa…reading."

Iruka laughed lightly and Kakashi smiled; glad to have made his friend laugh. Finally seeing an expression Iruka's face that seemed…normal.

"I don't really call Icha Icha reading, Kakashi-san." Iruka said, shaking his head.

Then Iruka stood up, pat his mouth with a napkin, and then set out money for Teuchi on the counter. "But it was nice running into you again. Good night!"

Kakashi was a little disturbed not just by the brush off, but by the abrupt ending to the whole conversation. He looked at Teuchi and the older vender shrugged. Kakashi set his money on the counter and set off after Iruka. He wanted to make sure Iruka got home safe, after all the chuunin had just put back quite a few glasses of sake. Four, by his count. He knew his friend was not usually a drinker. He seemed…different. Upset or something. It was something friends did and maybe he needed someone to talk to? He was friends with the man, wasn't he?

He rushed in the rain and storm, rushing under the awnings, trying to stay dry. Thunder cracked in the night again. He caught up with Iruka about a block away, surprisingly, right in front of the man's doorstep. He actually had the most disconcerting feeling the chuunin was waiting for him.

"Took you long enough." Iruka muttered under his breath.

"What?" Kakashi asked, frowning.

"Nothing, nothing." Iruka said. "Did you want to come in?"

"Sure." Kakashi nodded and he entered after Iruka. He hadn't been in Iruka's house in a while and the place seemed the same as ever. Smelled the same.

He was turning around to ask Iruka something when he caught the look in the younger man's eyes. Before he realized it, the chuunin had pushed him against the wall and licked his cheek, from jaw line to temple. Seriously, he licked him. It wasn't altogether unpleasant.

"Err…Iruka?" Kakashi felt himself saying lamely.

"You smell...dangerous, Kakashi-san."

Kakashi shivered, pulling slightly away, trying to see into Iruka's eyes. Kakashi didn't feel especially dangerous at the moment. His clothing felt wet and he was cold from the rain. His hair was all soggy from the rain. He looked closer at Iruka's face and it had this odd, pained expression on it. "And what does that smell like?"

Iruka cocked his head to one side, "Like the woods and kunais."

Kakashi was confused, "Iruka-"

Iruka didn't give him a chance to finish. He put his hands on either side of Kakashi's face, pulled his mask and hitai-ate off and pulled him in for a kiss. Soft at first, then harder and more insistent when he felt Kakashi's mouth open and his tongue slide across his. He traced the scar on his eye, kissing it, and then licked it. Iruka raked his fingernails through Kakashi's scalp, burrowing his fingers in his hair. He heard him groan, but he ate it up – continuing to kiss him as he reached down and ripped Kakashi's shirt open.

Iruka was licking his ear but he managed to gasp, "Iruka...what are we doing?"

"We're going to fuck, Kakashi. I think you've read enough Icha Icha to know how by now, Kakashi…" Iruka said with wicked smile.

Kakashi felt his eyes bug out a little. He also wanted to ask him - why now? Why him? They had never crossed this line before although he supposed they'd had sexual tension for years. But his questions died on his lips because Iruka was taking off his shirt. And the man was…well, very muscular and tanned. And covered in weapons. Weapons? He had a long sword hidden down his back in a sheath, kunais strapped to his biceps and as he watched him strip out of his pants, two sai's in holsters attached to muscular thighs, not to mention the shurikens. Did he mention the shurikens? He had no idea it was capable for a man to be so well armed while wearing nothing but boxers? He must have been staring because Iruka was chuckling.

Kakashi was starting to think there might be some truth to the rumors about Iruka and classified, undercover intelligence work. Kakashi felt himself actually blushing. Oh Kami, this sensei was suddenly turning into a sex god and he was turning into a blushing schoolboy. This wasn't fair. His body seemed to be rooted to the spot, unable to process all this information at once.

"I've never seen a man so well armed, and yet wearing dolphin boxers, Iruka-sensei." Kakashi said, his finger touching the edge of Iruka's boxers. "You're a man of contradictions."

Iruka took his hand and pulled him towards the bedroom, smiling enigmatically.

"Call me Iruka, Kakashi." Iruka said pushing open the door to his bedroom. He flipped on the lights, but then the power seemed to fizzle out. "Must be the storm." There was moonlight streaming in from the window and Kakashi could make out the interior of the room well enough. He watched Iruka start to undo the weapons off his legs, and Kakashi moved to still the chuunin's hands.

"No, leave your weapons on." Kakashi said.

Iruka grinned and started to snicker at him, when Kakashi abruptly cut the man off by kissing him. Most of his rational thoughts left the room. Suddenly they were enveloped in body heat; the heat of two naked bodies pressed together. Their mouths found each other; they drank greedily, nipping and biting, licking and grinding into each other. Iruka's hands roamed over his chest, the muscles were tight and hard beneath his skin. He was covered in scars, a lot like him. Kakashi moaned feeling Iruka licking at a particularly nasty looking scar that ran from his collarbone across his chest, over to his right shoulder. He bit at it and he was rewarded with the sound of Kakashi's breath catching. They fell into bed breathlessly and Iruka held himself slightly over Kakashi, not completely pressing me down into his bed. Kakashi wrapped his hands around Iruka shoulders, feeling their mutual hardness grinding against each other. This was the oddest feeling, he thought, he was usually the aggressor in bed. He never let go like this. How weird that this passionate, tanned chuunin could…turn him into something that he wasn't.

He wasn't allowed a moment to think before he felt Iruka's demanding kiss again, hands pulling his pants off, and knowledgeable hands stroked him a few times while he suddenly realized were now both naked, well, except for Iruka's weaponry. And that wasn't just a metaphor. Kakashi swallowed appreciatively, looking down at Iruka's penis.

"Flip over. Get on your knees." Iruka said abruptly, his voice was rough.

Kakashi's eyelids fluttered, he was having trouble keeping thoughts in my head. Desire slamming into him. What was this chuunin doing to him? He had never been topped! And if he was going to be, it wouldn't be on some…random…one night fling with a…pre-genin teacher. He eyed Iruka on the other side of the bed, looking every bit the sex god with his tanned, muscular physique and all the weapons still attached to him; his large cock proudly straining forward. Oh, Kami, how he did want it him to be inside him. Now. Was he actually considering this? Kakashi licked his lips somewhat nervously. He sat up and rolled over slowly, having a hard time controlling his limbs. Too hot. Too full of need, he told himself. His cock was swollen and achy with need. In a strange, detached part of his head, he realized he was apparently submissive to Iruka's dominant in bed. What an odd thought. What is Pakkun going to say?

Kakashi was on his knees; he could hear Iruka moving around behind him. Then he felt him.

Kakashi felt Iruka's hands gliding gently along his left side; both of Iruka's hands were caressing the top of his ass, and down the outside of his thighs. He felt light kisses on his ass cheeks, and then he felt his hands sliding up the inside of his thighs.

Kakashi couldn't take it anymore. "Please." he asked.

"What?" Kakashi heard him ask softly. He felt his breath dancing along the skin of my inner thigh. Oh, good lord. Why was he drawing this out? Kakashi needed him so badly.

"Please…" Kakashi repeated.

Iruka waited so long to respond; Kakashi was about to resort to either begging or demanding, neither of which he did well.

Then, he felt Iruka's tongue following where he had recently been kissing. Kakashi shuddered into it, leaning slightly backwards, into him. Iruka put his hands on Kakashi's thighs and spread them apart a little further and then he paused again. Damn him! Kakashi quivered slightly, and he was about to say something when the chuunin took his tongue swirled it around his hole. He repeated the gesture, again, and again. Kakashi could feel the man's face pressed up against him from behind. His mouth pressed completely intimately up against him, grinding into him, his tongue gently flicking in and out wickedly.

Kakashi heard himself moaning, his breathing harsh and uneven. "-nngh!"

He felt the orgasm building, and then, he stopped.

"Please…" Kakashi implored.

"What did you want me to…do?" Iruka asked, his voice sounding too calm. Kakashi couldn't see his face, so he had no idea what expression he had on his face. He wasn't sure he wanted to know. He wasn't sure he could've faced the town's beloved sensei considering what he was about the ask him.

Kakashi was blushing. He knew he was. Thankfully, his face was pressed into the pillows. Hmm…this position definitely had certain upsides.

"I need you inside me." He said. Yes, there you go. Kakashi even sounded half rational. There was only a small amount of breathy bedroom-voice in there.

And then, unexpectedly, Kakashi felt the man's finger slide inside him. He felt his toes curl in pleasure. He was no longer on the brink of orgasm, since the man had stopped stroking his cock, but he was still extremely swollen with need. Iruka pulled his finger out and slowly slid it back in. Oh my god, he was torturing him.

"You're so tight, Kakashi." Iruka said, his voice strained.

Kakashi didn't know how to respond, and frankly wasn't sure if he could've responded, because the chuunin had added another finger inside him and found that nub at his prostate and he was on the brink of orgasm again.

"Ah!" Kakashi gripped the blankets on the futon in his fingers, feeling the orgasm nearing, welcoming it.

Then he stopped. Again with the stopping! The chuunin's brilliant, evil fingers were there, still inside him, but just stopped their motion. Kakashi could feel them their thickness inside him. He panted and moved his hips against them unbidden. He was past shame.

"No, please. Don't stop." Kakashi heard himself saying. Fuck, forget about trying to sound rational. Forget begging, just don't stop. Who cares if the man is a chuunin? He's obviously a god. Just please don't stop. I felt myself pushing myself backwards toward him. He was so close.

"Tell me what you want…" Iruka asked again, whispering all too close to his ear. "Tell me, Kakashi."

Kakashi felt the man kissing the top of his ass. Biting him. Kakashi trembled.

"Fuck me." Kakashi asked, being specific this time, knowing somehow that was the answer Iruka was looking for.

"Isn't that what I'm doing right now?" Iruka asked, and he had the feeling that if he could see his face, he would be smiling at him.

"No, you know what I mean…" Kakashi said.

"I'm afraid I don't…" Iruka said, pulling his fingers out and tracing a pattern along Kakashi inner thighs with his wet fingers.

"With your cock, Iruka-sensei." Kakashi said. Had he just said the word 'cock' and 'Iruka-sensei' in the same sentence? Wow. Surely pigs must be flying somewhere.

In a smooth movement, Kakashi felt the younger man's cock sink into him, very slowly, all the way down to the hilt. At some point he must have used some lube because, that even with his own considerable length and width, there was no resistance, and he just slid in, very little friction. Thankfully he was holding him up; because he wasn't sure he had any strength in my arms and legs at this point.

Iruka bent over, and ran his tongue along Kakashi's ear. "That's not my name."

Kakashi wasn't really paying attention to what he said. He had been too busy squirming in the man's arms, trying to force him to thrust back and forth, but he refused, and merely held him firmly in his arms.

"Iruka- sensei." He pleaded.

He just stayed there, firmly inside me, but immobile.

"Tell me what my name is." He ordered, licking along my ear again.

"Iruka!" Kakashi heard himself moaning.

Kakashi was in hell. No, it was paradise. Heaven? Iruka was indeed a god, he decided. He would controlled his world with every thrust, flick and undulation of his hips; he would take his time and then speed up and just when he was about to burst, he would stop stroking him. He would go slower, faster, whatever. Kakashi was going slowly mad. He wanted to kill the chuunin, he wanted to kiss him, he wanted him to stop - he wanted him to never stop.

With each thrust, he heard himself moaning, groaning, and panting. Iruka had his hands on his hips, guiding his movements and forcing him to obey his pace. Kakashi felt him adjust his position behind him, and he felt him reach one of his around in front of him, and he rubbed his dick; he was so swollen, it hurt. But it was a good kind of hurt. He screamed; the futon was rocking loudly back and forth against the wall.

He leaned down over me, and bit his earlobe. "Do you like that?" Kakashi heard him whisper.

Kakashi shuddered. Was he supposed to be able to form conscious thoughts? Did he expect an answer? He should have known better.

Iruka slowed his thrusting to a stop, and just stayed there, slightly rotating his hips, his cock rubbing deep inside me. Kakashi shuddered again.

"I asked you if you liked that, Kakashi." Iruka asked him, louder this time. His voice was thick and rough.

"Yes." Kakashi said, fighting to keep from blushing. Yes he wasn't a virgin. Yes, he was the copy-nin and damnit, he was 30 years old and he could blush if he felt like it. "Yes, damnit."

"Do you want me to keep going?" He asked.

"Yes." He answered quickly, willing to play his game. He never would've taken Iruka for someone who liked to talk in bed. He was usually so…quiet. Hmm. Perhaps that is part of it? The quiet little chuunin schoolteacher.

"What do you want me to do?" He inquired, still rotating his hips, not at all gently into him.

"Fuck me." Kakashi replied, "Harder."

He started up again almost immediately, fucking him from behind angling his cock just right against the prostate. He reached around to start stroking my cock. Kakashi heard himself groan and shudder uncontrollably.

"Come for me, Kakashi." He heard Iruka say and then he was.

He came so hard he thought his eyes went blind for a second. His hand grasped out unsteadily and he accidently punched a small hole in the wall. Damn, that was embarrassing. Kakashi could feel Iruka convulsing behind him, coming into his ass. Over the loud beating of his own heart, it was the scream of Iruka's release, over laced with Kakashi's own groans of pleasure. It made him feel better to think he wasn't the only one so affected. He flipped over. It felt odd to be feeding, feasting, and devouring all this sexual energy, without at least facing him the man.

Kakashi watched Iruka as if seeing the man for the first time in his life. He supposed he looked like most men would look in the throes of afterglow. Iruka's eyes were passion-hazed, long brown hair mused, and out of breath. However, most men were not like that in bed. Kakashi was not promiscuous, but he was, by no means a virgin. And this was by far an experience he wanted to repeat. Why on earth had it taken Iruka-sensei so long to proposition him?

Iruka stood and slowly started taking off all his weapons, Kakashi couldn't help but feel gladness for it. They were not part of Iruka's life. What does a schoolteacher need with such things? The younger man walked naked into the bathroom and came back out a few moments later with a damp towel. He leaned over Kakashi and actually started to clean him up gently. The action was sweet, and tender. Considerate. Kakashi took the towel from him. Kami help him, he wanted to cuddle.

"Iruka, I can do that." Kakashi said awkwardly after a moment.

"Would you like something to drink, Kakashi-san?" Iruka said awkwardly.

Kakashi frowned. "I think you can call me Kakashi."

Iruka blushed and opened a dresser drawer to pull out some pajama bottoms. They had little dolphins on them and hearts.

Kakashi chuckled at them. Iruka turned around then looked down at them and shrugged. "They were a gift from Naruto."

Kakashi sat up and pat the bed net to him. "Please sit."

Iruka sat down anxiously and scratched his scar.

"Do you regret this?" Kakashi asked, confused.

"I guess I thought you might regret things?" Iruka said. "I didn't really ask your permission or anything. I guess I just sort of just sort of seduced you or something. I feel bad. I was so…needy after this last mission…" Iruka looked away and down at his hands. "I'm sorry, Kakashi. Don't think poorly about yourself."

Kakashi frowned again, a little flabbergasted. He was a little used to people fawning over him and well, frankly, he did have quite a large fan club. Who was this chuunin to use him to satisfy his needs? And to top him of all things!

"I have always fancied you, Kakashi. You are a great sensei to Naruto, and Team 7; as well a great shinobi. And I love your hair, even if you do have appalling taste in literature." Iruka said gamely.

Kakashi didn't really know what to say to that.

"Besides, you don't want a relationship, do you?" Iruka said.

Kakashi coughed, "Well, no." He was getting the feeling that he was just insulted and then complimented on his…hair? This was the weirdest conversation ever.

Iruka nodded. "See, that's what I thought. I'm glad I settled on the one night stand then. I got my fancy for you out of the way and I think that really helped some of my depression."

"Well, I guess I'm flattered." Kakashi stood. At first he was considering spending the night, wanting to know a little more about this curiously interesting chuunin, wanting to cuddle, possibly have breakfast with him. But now he felt anxious and desperate to be away. He had felt this amazing connection, but to the other man, it was just…some random sexual encounter. It was…disorienting. He didn't even want to look at the man for fear of giving something away. Where was his mask always? Where was his clothing?

Kakashi went from one room to another, picking up his discard clothing. Unable to even put his shirt back on, the buttons were all ripped off. Damnit. Iruka handed him one of his shirts; it was a little too large and it smelled like the man, but he put it on, then put on his vest over the top and then slipped into his pants. It was almost daylight. And still raining. He hated the rain, and now whenever he thought of the rain he was going to remember this night.

Iruka sleepy pants were slung low on his hips and he was standing in the kitchen. Kakashi swallowed and licked his lips; he was half hard just watching the man putter around the kitchen in those ridiculous pajama bottoms. Oh kami, maybe he could just go up behind him and fuck him up the ass. He wondered what he would say about that. Make him beg him to keep going, make him to tell him what he wanted. Kakashi felt himself grab the wall to steady himself; desire making it hard for him to focus. He wanted that man so bad and he damnit, he felt peevish that the whole thing seemed blatantly one-sided. Why was he the only one affected by the course of the night?

Instead he heard himself say to Iruka in a fit of pique that was really not like him, "Thank you for your work, Iruka-sensei. Konoha thanks you for your service."

Then he made the seals and preformed the transportation jutsu, and took himself home to shower.

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