Kakashi returned to Iruka's apartment at nightfall. Icha Icha Paradise had gotten a lot more exciting than he had expected, and he'd lost track of the time. Oh well. Everyone seemed to expect him to be late anyway.
The apartment smelled good. Iruka was cooking something, and Kakashi realised suddenly that he hadn't eaten since breakfast. Stalking silently across the room he pulled his mask down and bit the other man lightly on the shoulder. Iruka jerked around instinctively and hit him in the face with the wooden spoon he was holding. "Oh." It took him a second to get out of defence mode. "Sorry, 'Kashi." Then he giggled. Kakashi had sauce and a tiny bit of carrot and mushy pea dribbling down his face. "If only they could see the great Sharingan Kakashi now."
Kakashi gave a small growl in the back of his throat and wrapped his arms around Iruka, pulling him close. "I hope you're going to do something about the mess you just made."
Iruka poked him in the stomach. "You're supposed to be a genius. You know it's a bad idea to sneak up on a ninja, even if said ninja is weaker than you. It is a particularly bad idea to bite them, too." He smiled. "But I guess you've learnt your lesson?" He tentatively licked at the soup on the jounin's chin and the man sighed happily. Emboldened, Iruka lapped at his face some more, sloppily licking him like a dog. The sauce tasted good in combination with his lovers skin, he thought. Perhaps there was an idea there.
Kakashi shoved him off. "That feels disgusting."
"But it tastes good." Iruka pouted.
Iruka pouted. Oh, the irresistibility of Iruka's cute face screwed up in a pout. Kakashi lunged, and captured Iruka's lips with his own. Feeling a hand tightly gripping his hair, Iruka surrendered and parted his lips slightly to accept the warm tongue, which he caressed with his own. Oh Kami, that's good.
He was feeling more than a little frazzled when they pulled apart, and he melted when Kakashi – without-his-mask-Kakashi – smiled at him. It was a rare smile, a purely honest, happy smile, and it wasn't something that the jounin pulled out often. It was what made living through all the leering, the smirking and the shit eating grins worthwhile – the chance to see this painfully beautiful real part of the man of mystery.
Kakashi's stomach grumbled. Iruka shook his head gently in an attempt to clear his mind. "Dinner!" He swore, and turned to face the pot on the stove. Kakashi hugged him from behind, holding his chest flush against the chuunins back.
"That's no language for a teacher to use," he breathed gently into his ear. "You're going to have to be punished for that." He gripped the chuunin tighter and smiled when he was rewarded with a full body shiver.
"Dinner first," Iruka said firmly, pushing the naughty jounin away. "Your stomach is complaining."
Kakashi pouted, but only half-heartedly. The food smelt good and he hadn't eaten all day. Iruka smiled up at him with liquid eyes, softened by the sheer cuteness of the elite ninja throwing a tantrum because he couldn't play before dinner. "We can play after dinner, right? I still owe you for taking on my shift this morning."
Iruka still had homework to grade before Monday but the way the Copy-nin's eyes lit up was worth the fact he would have to stay up all night to finish it if he 'played' the way Kakashi wanted. The jounin took the bowl of soup offered to him and obediently sat down at the table to eat, slurping it up in great big gulps.
"Hey, hey." Iruka laughed. "It doesn't matter how fast you eat it, you still have to wait for me to finish mine."
Kakashi grinned at him. "It's a bit of a habit, anyway. Not often I get to eat without a mask."
"Oh. Right."
Iruka was eating slowly, and Kakashi was getting impatient. The chuunin wasn't doing it on purpose; he was simply drowsing somewhere between thought and daydream. It wasn't often he got a surprise day off. Maybe he could ask Kakashi to fill in for him more often. He was dragged from his thoughts by the sound of rhythmic tapping that was slowly growing louder and more insistent. He sighed and looked up from his bowl. Kakashi was tapping his spoon agitatedly against the table, eyes – both eyes, he seemed to have removed his hitai ate as well as his mask – boring into the stunned chuunin.
Iruka returned his gaze for a few moments before saying, "I get it. I've finished now. You don't have to wait for me much longer." He placed his still half-full bowl on top of Kakashi's empty one and stood to clear the table. Kakashi blinked in surprise and his stare fell a few notches in intensity. "Ne, Iruka, you need to eat. I can wait for you. I wasn't intending for you to stop."
Within seconds the jounin was behind him, one arm around his waist and the other forcing a spoonful of soup against his shocked lips. He opened his mouth to protest only to splutter as the soup was tipped onto his tongue.
"Kakashi! What are you doing?"
"You need to eat," the older man said simply. "To keep your energy up."
Iruka wanted to protest but the hand that was around his waist was wriggling underneath his shirt and sliding dangerously close to the waistband of his pants, and he found he no longer had the presence of mind to form words when Kakashi nibbled lightly on the base of his neck, ghosting warm breath past his ear. All he could do was gasp as he unconsciously pushed back into the warm body behind him. The hand trailed lower, cool fingers sending sparks shooting through the chuunin's body as they explored the sensitive strip of skin just below his waistband. The Copy-nin chuckled. "You should eat, 'Ru."
His voice was pitched low and the sound of it sent shivers down Iruka's spine. He startled as the cool metal of his spoon was once again pressed against his lips. "Open for me, 'Ruka."
Iruka could only comply dumbly as his mind had left him the second Kakashi had licked his earlobe, nibbling gently on the puffy skin. He was pushed right back against his lover and the feel of the unrestrained power in the solid muscles surrounding him made him shiver in anticipation. The spoon was once again at his mouth and he swallowed without thinking.
He let out a gasp when fingers brushed lightly against his cock, the faintest touch, and Kakashi seized the chance to shovel soup into his mouth while it was open. Iruka groaned. "Don't tease me 'Kashi."
"Mmm?" Kakashi's hand drew a lazy circle around his belly button then dove back into his pants, sweeping his thumb and forefinger up Iruka's length and releasing him quickly, making him ache for more.
"Kakashi." Iruka drew out the last syllable of his name in a gasping breath as he pushed backwards, feeling the hard length of his lover pressing against his backside. 'Stop. Teasing. Fuck me."
"Maa, Sensei, so impatient." Kakashi's breath was hot on his ear. "You have to finish your soup. Little boys who don't eat their dinner don't get dessert."
The spoon was to his lips again and Iruka pushed it away impatiently, not hearing it clatter to the floor. "If you want me to eat the damn soup I'll eat it," he growled, lifting the bowl to his lips and draining it, almost choking in his hurry. He slammed the now empty bowl down on the table and was surprised when it shattered.
Kakashi let out a deep, throaty laugh. 'Are you really that desperate for me, Sensei?" he teased. Iruka wheeled around angrily, ready with a sharp retort, but saw only warmth and humour in his lover's eyes. His anger dissipated and instead he only nodded. "Please…"
The Copy-nin grinned wolfishly, and before Iruka could react had picked him up and flung him over his shoulder, heading towards the bedroom. "Dammit Kakashi put me down! I'm not a woman!" He beat his fists without hope against the broad back presented to him.
"Oh I know you're not a woman Ru." Kakashi leered at his chuunin as he flipped him onto his back on the bed, and then proceeded to bury his face in Iruka's crotch, making him gasp. "And I'm glad you're 100% man."
Iruka growled, grabbed a handful of silver hair, and pulled. Kakashi yelped, and found himself staring into twin pools of chocolaty brown lust. "Clothes. Off. Now." The voice brooked no objection and Kakashi felt his whole body tingle. The Teacher Voice. Oh, how he loved a demanding Iruka.
Shirts, pants and underwear went flying and lips met lips as tanned skin melded with pale into a writhing, sweating mess. Teeth grated across skin and teased soft nipples into hard nubs; tongues traced hot trails down goosebumping flesh while backs arched and names were moaned. Hands traced every inch of free skin desperately, achingly, claiming ownership and taking greedily without hesitation.
It was a relief to finally come together, to fill and be filled, both feeling as though this is the meaning of life, this moment, this feeling of being complete and content. "Love you 'Kashi," Iruka breathed, not needing to be heard, only needing to expel the words. Mismatched eyes flew to his face and he was drawn into a deep, searing kiss, the Copy-nin's unspoken I love you too.