Author's Notes
- Thanks so much to everyone who read!!!
- Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed!!!
- Just another little ' getting to know you' moment between Kakashi and Iruka:)
- Enjoy ! ... hopefully :)
Story Notes
- This occurs one or two months after the events of TI.
- Again, you don't have to read TI, but things might make more sense if you do. And it would make me happy:) Same goes for the 'Boku no' pieces ( GenRai), I sometimes use memory references or such from those stories.
- Enough of my babbling !
Warnings: Coarse language, shounen-ai, sexual language, kissies, etc.
Disclaimer: Naruto and its characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.
CDs
" Okay, what about ' Shikamaru'?"
" Mostly classical. Some folk tunes. It's great for when I'm grading papers."
" Alright. How about, uhm..."
Kakashi and Iruka were cleaning up the latter's apartment after the former took a nasty spill when he tripped over a stack of books. Just one of the many stacks of stuff pulled from the shelf and never returned. The silver haired scarecrow marveled at the contradiction of organized sensei and sloppy bachelor that resided within Iruka. So they threw open one window ( though not horribly as cold as the last few days , it was still winter) to let in fresher air and the warming rays of sun and began early spring cleaning. Once the general confusion of teaching and school supplies were put into their proper places, the dirty dishes in the sink and the laundry in the basket, they had moved on to reorganizing some of the dolphin's things. Kakashi had headed straight for the entertainment system in all its glorious disarray.
Then he had gotten hung up on the CDs' titles while he put them in something that resembled order. The past half hour had been filled with curious questions and laughingly returned answers.
Kakashi was sorting through the four boxes of what he had privately dubbed ' the Konoha series'; discs labeled with names, as opposed to verbs. He was pulling the CDs from their boxes and making stacks on the floor, ordering them first by name( in case they had more than one disc) and then lining them up in order of youngest to oldest to be put back into the box ( it made sense in Kakashi's mind; students, friends, elders) . " ... uh, this one has ' Genma and Raidou' written on it."
" They have a lot of discs, most of them are copies of what I made for them." Iruka replied from his position at the kitchen sink where he was trying to rid the cups of six month old tea stains. He didn't seem to be having any luck with it. " The two discs with just their names have a mix of rock, dance and punk; I tend to play those when they come over for drinks. I have four discs marked ' G & R: Anniversary' with different ballads and love songs, some lighter rock. That's what they requested for their one year dating anniversary, things to play early in the evening. " A cup was placed , none to gently, on the counter. Iruka was obviously getting frustrated with the stubborn stains. " There are nine CDs marked with their names and ' After hours'. Those gems are hardcore sex anthems and soundtracks with a few emo ballads thrown in for breathing spells."
" Do you ever use them?" Kakashi asked in what he thought was a very nonchalant manner.
Iruka laughed outright and pulled his hands from the luke warm water to face the seated jounin. " I hope that isn't your best effort at subterfuge, Hatake. But, no, I haven't used them. " He paused a moment before pushing off the counter. " I've never needed something to keep up the correct rhythm. "
The choked gasp that erupted from Kakashi's mouth was quickly covered with a cough. " Damn, dust." He mumbled irately. Kakashi watched as Iruka left the kitchen area and ambled into the living area towards the wall it shared with the bedroom. The young man began rearranging the wall's decorations. " What about ' Kotetsu' ?"
" Show tunes."
" Seriously?"
" That's what he likes."
" ' Shizune' ?"
" Opera. Foreign and domestic. Classical and modern."
The silver hair wavered as Kakashi shook his head. The next discs had ' Mom' and 'Dad' scrawled across the covers in juvenile strokes. Kakashi set them to the side as he had every other disc labeled with a deceased's name; he wasn't quite ready to delve into those waters just yet. He moved on. " ' Neji' ?"
Iruka didn't look over his shoulder as he responded, his attention focused on the wall of paper clippings, photos and children's drawings that he was attempting to dust without damage. " His is classical, too, but more somber in mood. Strong orchestral pieces, like thunderstorms or funeral marches. With a few lighter pieces as contrast." An ancient strip of parchment fell off its pin, the delicate material worn yellow and thin. " Damnit." Iruka cursed under his breath and picked the torn paper from the floor. Kakashi watched as the chuunin examined what appeared to be a handwritten poem of some sort before it was re-pinned to the wall. Muscular arms, bronzed and straining the tight sleeves of the t-shirt, caught the jounin's eye. " Actually, it's good for stormy afternoons with tea and a book. But not your book."
" Yeah, sounds a little overdramatic for Icha Icha. " Kakashi grinned beneath his mask, thankful for the dark material soaking up the drool, and moved the two ' Neji' discs to the student aged pile to his left. " So, are all of these your interpretations of these people?"
" Not all of them. The earlier ones are mostly my takes on different personalities or my relationship with them." Iruka moved three photos to the right side of a large tissue paper flower. " When I got better at it, Genma introduced me to some of the DJs here in the village and they showed me how mix, to play to a room, etcetera. Then I started getting noticed and people would ask me for their own discs. " A row of newspaper articles was clipped to a section of woven colored yarn. " They usually had their own song requests and I would fill in the gaps if needed with complementary tracks. I keep a copy of every CD I burn, whether on my own or commissioned. The requests have my signature on the back cover, if you were wanting to know which were which."
" You used to DJ?"
" Best damn DJ in all of Fire Country. " Iruka stated matter-of-factly.
Kakashi nodded, absorbing the new information, and began checking the back covers. " ' Sakura', #1- #3 ?" The third disc had ' Umino Iruka' in precise kanji on the back.
" #1 has little girly songs, kids' stuff mostly. Sakura was such a sweet child. " Iruka stopped in his cleaning to give the other man a nostalgic grin. Kakashi felt the urge to melt under that look. Tossing his dust rag over one shoulder, the brunette skirted around the couch and began removing knick-knacks and mementos from a decorative shelf near the front door, carefully wiping each one clean before setting them on a nearby bookcase. " The second disc is still girly, but more mature, some emo, some ballads. #3 has a lot of female vocals of the more... punk persuasion. I use some of those when I mix for parties. "
" Do you still do that?"
" Not a much as I used to. " He dusted off a small sea shell. " I cover the annual chuunin-jounin parties, work the clubs sometimes. It's a great hobby and I get to meet all sorts of people." The shell was close to blindingly bright from the vigorous polishing. " You should come to the next chuunin-jounin orgy."
" If I had known it was an orgy I wouldn't have avoided it all these years." Kakashi snickered from his spot on the wooden floor. " And isn't it the annual 'jounin-chuunin' party? Not the other way around."
" Depends on who you're talking to."
" Oh."
" They might as well call it an orgy since that's what it degenerates into by early morning. " Iruka wiped off the empty shelf and then busied himself placing the cleaned items back onto its dark wood. " And you should come to the parties, even if sex isn't guaranteed. In fact, Genma and Raidou are having a small get-together at their apartment next week. I'm mixing the music for them, but I won't be working, they have an excellent sound system. " The sea shell was placed last on the left hand corner. " You should go with me."
" Do I have to dance?"
" Not if you don't mind watching me dance."
" By yourself?"
" No."
Kakashi frowned. He wasn't really sure how he felt about that. I've seen him with other people, hugging on Raidou and hanging all over Genma, but that was before we said the 'L' word. And I've never seen him at one of these parties, though I've heard a whole helluva lot about it. Would it bother me to see him touching other people, other guys? Am I going to get all pissed off and go ANBU on someone's ass? The CDs he had picked up were laying forgotten in his lap, gray eye clouded with thought. I think...
" 'Kashi, I love you."
" What?" Kakashi was snapped out of his deep thought processes by the quiet proclamation.
The dolphin crossed the small space and knelt behind the jounin. Kakashi again felt the urge to melt into the bronzed man who draped himself over his shoulders, cotton covered chest warm against his cotton covered back. Strong arms crossed over Kakashi's front, embracing him. The dust rag fell forward and into his lap. " Do you know what causes jealousy?"
" Insecurity." Kakashi responded automatically. He inhaled the wonderful scent that was 'Iruka', his beloved, and felt a blush rise to his cheeks. Thank kami for the mask.
" And what is insecurity, really?" Iruka breathed softly into his lover's ear.
" F-fear." The jounin stammered as the blood left his cheeks to flow further south. He was partially aware that Iruka was trying to tell him something important. Kakashi made a conscious effort to pay attention.
Little nips and kisses were applied to the side of the older man's mask. " Fear of being betrayed, of being abandoned. " Iruka tightened his hold on Kakashi, bringing one broad hand up to grasp the clothed chin and tilt the head for better access. Kakashi began to breathe heavily under the mask, reacting very positively to Iruka's almost forceful handling. The dolphin slid a single finger under the top edge of the cloth and pulled it down just enough to expose the bottom half of Kakashi's earlobe and a bit of cheek bone. Smooth lips touched along the soft skin, white teeth nibbled the rounded lobe. " I want you to know that I love you, that I would never intentionally hurt you and that I will never flaunt my behavior to anger you or make you jealous." Iruka let the mask spring back into its original place, mouth brushing one last kiss over a silvered temple. " I want you to know that I will change some of my behaviors out of respect for you and what you mean to me, but I won't stop being 'me' around my friends. So, " He leaned forward and rested his cheek against the dark material. " do you trust me? "
Kakashi could hardly think with the man so close. " I do. I trust you." And suddenly the doubt that had been niggling at the back of his mind dissolved into certainty and warm hugs. It's one thing to be afraid, another to be stupid. The jounin knew he would be okay, because he knew no matter who Iruka touched or talked to or danced with, the dolphin would be coming home to him. He'll always come home to me. " I trust you and I would like to go with you to Genma and Raidou's party. I promise not to cause a scene. "
More bubbling laughter. " You say some of the most ludicrous things sometimes. " Iruka dragged one hand up Kakashi's chest until it reached the stretched out neckline and then slowly pushed underneath the cotton. The jounin shivered as the tan fingers tip toed over a nipple, then tugged the nub of flesh to stand erect. " You know, I said I wouldn't flaunt just to make you jealous, but..." Iruka ran the tip of his tongue along the upper crease of Kakashi's ear, breath hot and moist. " I think ,with your voyeuristic tendencies, that you might appreciate a little... show."
" What kind of sh-show?" Kakashi was once again reduced to stammering. The CDs in his lap were pushed onto the floor. Without the use of his hands. Oh shit.
" Just imagine...me, no shirt, sweat dripping into black leather pants. " The tan fingers left the nipple to scrape lightly along defined abs. " Moving to a pounding beat, music so loud you can't hear yourself think. " The other hand reclaimed its spot on Kakashi's jaw line, possessive. " Twisting just out of your reach, twirling, gyrating. Grinding my ass back into some young man's groin, his thumbs hooked under my waist band, my arms looped back around his neck. " Iruka bit his way along his lover's masked jaw.
Any second, Kakashi was going to start hyperventilating. Iruka's hardening groin was pressed into the scarecrow's back, rubbing through the two layers of material and sending molten waves of heat straight to his cock. " ' Ruka." He moaned unconsciously.
" Or, " Iruka slowly clawed the mask down. " maybe you'd prefer me grinding my dick into some young man's denim clad ass, hands under his waist band, fingertips just barely touching that hot skin." Kakashi stiffened up, Iruka laughed quietly, seductively. " Rolling our hips, thrusting to the beat. Practically fucking each other on the dance floor, right in front of you." A warm wet tongue trailed up the side of Kakashi's face, then made kitten licks towards the jounin's mouth. " I think you would like that."
If only I had known what a sex freak this man is... but then it would have probably changed the outcome. And I like what I've got right now. I sooooo like what I've got now! Kakashi's head lolled back onto his lover's shoulder, giving himself over completely into the capable tan hands. His mind did manage to pull itself together enough to make a suggestion. " We could practice that scenario now. I could stand in for your mystery partner." Kakashi yelped as his nipple was roughly tweaked.
" Good idea." Iruka purred into his ear, pulling his hand from Kakashi's shirt and leaning further over the man's bent form. " And I have the perfect disc for it. Pure animalistic electric lust, music just for fucking the one you love. "
A CD was dropped into Kakashi's lap, barely caught by his fumbling hands. It took a moment for the jounin's brain to process the hiragana and he was still convinced that he wasn't reading the label correctly. " ' Hinata's Picks #2' ?"
" The girl has a gift. I'm thinking of making her my protégé, it's a good hobby for her."
" Hinata?"
" Yep. Must be all the long years of repression. I nearly came in my pants the first time I listened to it. Only thing that stopped me was her being in the same room at the time. "
" Hinata? Hyuuga Hinata?"
" The more you dwell on it, " Iruka took the case and removed the disc. " the less time we have to put it to good use before my shift at the missions office. "
The disc was in the player and the first track queued up before Iruka finished speaking. Kakashi grinned wickedly as drilling bass filled the apartment.
" Shall we begin, beloved?"
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