…t!

The waves of unbearable shame went down Iruka's spine with each single step. He pulled the cigarettes out of the pocket and looked at them with the total disgust. The pack was furiously crumpled and thrown into the next rubbish bin Iruka passed.

He stopped under the tree and leaned to the trunk. Yesterday it happened all the same as every other time he experienced an awful fall of self-control – he found himself crying on the porch of the house where Izumo and Kotetsu rented a small flat. The sobs were probably too loud and nerving, because in just ten minutes Izumo came out and tugged Iruka into the house and to the third floor. He additionally yelled at someone that it was not their business and they should stop nosing. Those must have been neighbors, but Iruka was so deeply in his inwardly suffering mind, he didn't care to look. Then Iruka was sitting on the old coach, all in tears and snots, and whined he is the worst case of the man in the world and should go to the monastery to atone for his unwarrantable sins…

Izumo only shrugged and looked at his best friend.

"He lasted for almost half of a year this time," said he and turned his head back to Iruka, patting his hair carefully and soothingly, but afraid to come closer or give him a hug, "Please, tell us, who caused it? Who did it to you?"

Iruka only shook his head and another portion of unstoppable tears shaded from his already red eyes.

"I… did… it…" Iruka whispered. He avoided raising the eyes, scared to see the scorn on his friends' faces.

Knowing well there will be no end to that unhealthy misery, Kotetsu waved his hand, turned around and headed to the kitchen.

"There always must be a reason for everything. Your regular collapses won't do you any good Iruka," he disappeared in the kitchen and continued the sermon from there, additionally making the noises of cups clashing and cans opening, "And I'm sure for you it will be the best to find someone to share the free time with. A loneliness, as much as we all love it sometimes, never brings any satisfaction when lasts for years. For years, Iruka, just think about it! Of course, you can always come to us, but it's not the same thing as coming home to the person who is waiting for you, and only for you, and who is ready to…"

"Kotetsu, that's already enough!" barked Izumo loudly, noticing that with every word Iruka curls further into a ball and weeps convulsively.

"Sorry, sorry," said Kotetsu, coming back from the kitchen with a tray in his hands, "I'm worrying about him, you know…"

"I know!" Izumo frowned and crossed the hands on his chest. He hated when he couldn't be helpful. He wanted to come to Iruka and embrace him tightly. He didn't dare though, because Iruka got mad when someone touched him in moments of those dejections.

"Here," pointed Kotetsu, thrusting a warm cup into Iruka's palms, "the tea and the honey. Just drink it and lay down. You should sleep and tomorrow everything will be wonderful again, right?"

Tired of his sufferings, Iruka nodded and sipped his sweet tea. Izumo covered him with a warm blanket and after a while Iruka realized he dozes off, and felt much relieved the sleepiness finally came to calm his soul.

The last thing he heard was his friends' quite talk.

"We should do something. But if we declare Iruka's unstableness to his boss, he'll probably loose his job…"

"Probably," answered Kotetsu below his breath, tugging Izumo into the next room and turning the light in the living room off, "Iruka is too old to behave like this, for his type of work it's unforgivable. I can ask one of our fellow professionals to look after him and find out what's wrong. For example Kakashi, I heard he's coming back to the town…"

…t!

Iruka sighed tiredly and straightened, heading away from the trustworthy tree trunk. He didn't look forward though and was completely startled when a dark shadow dammed his pass. Iruka's eyes widened when he raised his head and saw Kakashi before him. Kakashi was holding out a daisy.

"For you," he said quietly.

"For me?" Iruka gulped and took the daisy. He brought it to his face and sniffed. Daisy had no smell, as it surely had to. Iruka realized he behaves stupidly and started to blush, "Why for me?"

"Why, you know why," Kakashi produced his casual sheepish smile, "Pray tell me, where are you going in such a beautiful day?"

Iruka looked around and for the first time that day noticed the weather was perfect indeed – all sunny and clear and not at all windy.

"I wanted to eat something in the canteen around the corner."

"Mind if I'll join you?" wondered Kakashi. But it wasn't a question; he was definitely in earnest to follow Iruka wherever he would go.

They were half way to the canteen when Iruka turned his still slightly red face to Kakashi.

"You want to eat with me?" he asked and squinted at the poor daisy clenched in his palm.

Kakashi hummed, grabbed Iruka by his sleeve and tugged him to the canteen.

"With my reputation of a masked mystery I won't risk to eat in a public place. I'll sit there and watch you," He ended the sentence in a shameless purr. Iruka was lost, the thoughts formed in his tired head and immediately disappeared. 'Why would he…' wondered Iruka and saw no possible answer to that question. Besides, after the previous night's collapse he didn't really want to know it.

They sat at the table and Iruka asked for a dish of the day.

"Why daisy?" Iruka tried to count how many petals his daisy had. Also he ached to play the short 'in love – not in love' game and tear them all off, but, as Kakashi pointed before, they were in a public place, and in front of giver's eyes it was also rather embarrassing.

That moment the waiter brought the food and the drink and another Iruka's question stayed unanswered.

Both men stared at the plate. Iruka chewed his lower lip. Two sausages, one big tomato and a couple of spoons of soupy potato puree. Wincing, Iruka punched the sausage with the fork, definitely not inspired to eat it.

"I'd like something else," muttered he.

Kakashi was observing the scene with awe.

"I know what," declared he in a whispering voice. Iruka's face gained an interested expression and he continued, "There should be two tomatoes and one big thick sausage instead of those thin ones. Probably four times thicker!" He contemplated for a while, ignoring Iruka's annoyed glare, "And puree has to be brought only after you had your way with the pack of those! So it would be logical."

Iruka had a nerve to stay calm so far. He decided he won't show he got the clues of dirty picture Kakashi described. But Kakashi had his nerve too and continued.

"But what is logic when it's so delicious to lick the cum…" he paused and covered his masked mouth with the palm as if the word he used was an unconscious slip of the tongue, "…ups, the puree! …to lick the puree from the big thick sausage crowned with two ripe tomatoes…"

In spite of all efforts, the described picture froze before Iruka's inner sight. He wanted to facepalm and crawl under the table to entirely hide his blushing face and red ears.

"And also…" Kakashi wanted to continue. He was interrupted though – Iruka slammed his clenched fist at the table and made several threatening gestures with a fork.

"Shut up right now! Or I'll make only two pricks, but there will be eights holes in you, Kakashi!" Iruka hissed dangerously. He even lifted his sparkling fork and took the aim...

"Oh, two pricks?" Kakashi's amused and simultaneously teasing voice canceled the action.

Iruka's suddenly limp hand punched the table again and the glass with the juice tipped over, flooding the table cloth and contents of the plate.

"Bloody sign," Kakashi muttered, watching the red liquid mixing with the puree, "Unhealthy."

"I think I'm fed up" said Iruka. He called the waiter and asked for the bill.

"How is that? You ate nothing," Kakashi was smiling and Iruka noticed it. Somehow, he couldn't be angry at that strange man.

"I'm just sated with your sausage-stories," he muttered.

"That's great, but reality is much better, isn't it?" Kakashi winked suggestively and waited for Iruka's reaction.

Iruka sighed. He was broken yesterday, yes. And now there was the next probation of his will and a chance for him to fling aside his kinky desires. But he felt he was loosing his mentality and couldn't stop. He realized he couldn't stop and suddenly found himself already out of the canteen and tugged along the corridor by the silver-haired teaser.

"Kakashi!" someone came from the side corridor and laid a hand on Kakashi's shoulder, interrupting his enthusiastic pace, "I wanted to ask you for a favor…"

Kakashi shove the hand off and continued his enthusiastic walk with Iruka in tow.

"Sorry, the favor has to wait, Kotetsu, I'm quite busy right now," he declared, tugging Iruka away.

Iruka turned his head back and saw Kotetsu's pop-eyed face. He chuckled – never in his life he saw his friend so shocked. He wanted to find out what caused it, but he was also quite busy right now.

…t!

Kakashi opened the random door in the wall and pushed Iruka inside. It was semi-dark there, like in the pantry.

"I thought I won't be able to hold back and almost jumped you the moment you said 'two pricks'…" murmured Kakashi, shutting the door and shoving the latch into the slot.

"I meant to stab you," explained Iruka, "with my fork."

The growl came from the back of Kakashi's throat and he approached Iruka, pulling his mask down.

"I wonder how you manage to look and sound so innocent being so provocative," he purred, planting the first sloppy kiss on Iruka's lips.

A shudder went through Iruka's body and he leaned to the bigger man's frame. He wanted another kiss. Kakashi's moistened lips covered his mouth and he felt the tongue brush against his tongue teasingly, making him show initiative. Kissing was sweet and overwhelming, though Kakashi went further.

Iruka's ass was roughly grabbed and squeezed, and he heard the full of desire moan whispered into his ear.

"Two pricks, you said," with those words Kakashi made their abdomens brush against each other. They groaned together, silencing themselves by nibbling into the other's body. The pleasure was almost unbearable.

That's why Iruka's trembling hands slid to Kakashi's pants and started to hurriedly undo them.

Kakashi chuckled and the next second Iruka realized he is pinned to the wall and his hands are blocked in a tight grip above his head.

"Not so fast," purred Kakashi. He shook his head, simultaneously touching Iruka's nose with his own.

"Kakashi please…" whined Iruka, eager to participate in the action.

"Nope," Kakashi caressed Iruka's face with his nose and reached for the earlobe to give it a leisure suck, "I've got you occasionally here in my arms and I'm going to enjoy you all the way I dare. We are not the horny teenagers and are not into 'fuck-and-buck', are we?"

Iruka's cheeks started to burn. He surely behaved like a horny teenager and he had his reasons. Still Kakashi should never find out those reasons. He muttered something unintelligible and tried to calm a little bit down. With the warm body barely touching his and hot breath caressing his ear it was impossible to stay cool. The tender kisses planted on his forehead and brows and cheeks were slowly driving him crazy. Iruka moaned.

"Teaser…"

"You wanted to know why a daisy. I brought you a daisy because you are like the one - so appeasing when I have my nose buried in the curve of your neck, so delicate and downy, and so balmy!"

Who could ever imagine that silver-haired man to be romantic? Or may be he wasn't romantic, may be he was teasing again? Iruka gathered all his inner strength and instead of melting into pleasure and letting his body enjoy, he made an effort to abstract his mind and look at this situation from the side. And that was really foolish of him – what he got into the sight were two heated men in the dusky room, panting against each other, the desire radiating from their skin.

Iruka's body burned, all hot, the most sources of the hotness were his cheeks and the lower abdomen. Kakashi still barely touched him, that's why Iruka closed his eyes and unconsciously arched, his body convulsing. He realized he came into his pants only a couple of minutes later, sitting on the floor in Kakashi's arms.

Kakashi patted his head and planted tender kisses on his eyes, forehead and temples. Iruka appreciated it, still panting hard after release. He didn't quite understand what happened. Occasionally, Kakashi kissed Iruka's nose and chuckled.

"Not able to hold back, aren't you? Either you are a teenager, what you are not, "murmured Kakashi, drawing Iruka's full attention to the slow moves of his scarred lips, "Or I'm so impressively sexy, what I'm not," he hummed, "Or may be you practiced the abstinence for a very long time, or… wait a minute!…" he made a spectacular pause, "… or you are still a virgin, my dear."

Completely embarrassed, Iruka turned his face away from Kakashi and darted to stand up. He couldn't though.

"We can fix it together, you know," said Kakashi suggestively.

Iruka turned back and squinted at the hardness, which was pressed to his side. He reached out and touched it. The erection slightly moved under his fingers and Iruka heard Kakashi's suppressed groan. He smirked evilly.

"Now, now… Who's not able to hold back?" he asked and continued the rubbing motion.

"Iruka," growled Kakashi. He wanted to escape the naughty fingers, but Iruka was faster. In a second, instead of fingers there was his face right in front of Kakashi's bulging through the pants penis. Iruka sniffed the bulge and nosed the fly. He desired to make the man come into his pants too, but wasn't sure he could be skillful enough. Besides, he also wasn't patient enough – he wanted to taste that thick penis and enjoy its greatness in his mouth.

Kakashi's trembling fingers opened the fly and freed the penis, pleasuring it with slight strokes. Iruka licked his lips, making them wet for a reason. So far he smelled the man's erection and totally liked that smell. He wanted to bury his nose into the warm place between the testicles and the hardness to relish it, but Kakashi reached for his head and grabbed an armful of brown hair just to guard the moisten mouth to his tip. Iruka took it and started to suck the very head of the erection. He thought he is going to tease the silver haired man. Still, Kakashi made him swallow the length almost to the hilt.

"Now you suck," Kakashi's whisper trembled as he started to push into Iruka's widely opened and so welcoming mouth. Sucking continued, accompanied by moans of appreciation from the both sides, and then Kakashi made several hard thrusts, holding Iruka's head firmly in place. Soon enough he left his sucker's mouth filled with the implications of pleasure.

Iruka swallowed the cum and stood up. His legs trembled. Swinging, he went to the door and pulled the blocking latch out of the slot, simultaneously trying to put on and fasten his pants so that his private parts were not damaged.

"Running away?" wondered Kakashi. Iruka turned his head to look at him and noticed he was still half-sitting on the floor and caressing his penis after the release.

"I need to change my wet pants," Iruka muttered, tearing his eyes away from the perverse scene, which made his abdomen sweetly ache.

"For your information, it wasn't what I planned to do with you," declared Kakashi.

Iruka smiled and slid into the corridor.

"I'll keep that in mind," he whispered into the gap before shutting the door.