Mind Over Matter Chapter 11: WITH YOU, a naruto fanfic

Mind Over Matter

KakashiXIruka

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Chapter 11: With You

This is a high school fic of Kakashi and Iruka together. Yaoi. (Rated Mature for elbow-room.) If you don't like it, either don't read it or read my story and try and have your mind changed! My second Naruto fanfiction, I hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Kakashi winced as his foot barely brushed the floor of the lobby. Iruka saw him bite his lip and shifted his weight so Kakashi leant on him. The younger boy looked up at him, concerned. Kakashi smiled and ruffled his long brown hair. They reached the door of Kakashi's apartment and he began fumbling in his pockets for the keys.

When he opened the door he dropped his arm off Iruka's shoulder, leaning gently against the wall. Iruka stopped and watched him.

"You're sure you'll be okay?"

"Completely. It's almost healed." He grinned. "Don't worry so much, 'Ruka-koi."

"Sorry..." Iruka said, going into the kitchen. Kakashi followed slowly. The cast he had previously worn was replaced by thick layers of bandages, but it was still difficult for the older boy to walk. Iruka busied himself cooking while Kakashi sat back in one of the kitchen chairs. He lifted his foot so it rested on his other leg, and began tediously unwrapping the bandages.

"Hey, don't do that!" Iruka exclaimed, noticing the bandages lying on the table.

"They're uncomfortable." Kakashi whined. His boyfriend set the bowls of steaming soup on the table, and stood behind Kakashi's chair, watching him eat. "Besides," Kakashi said through a mouthful of food, "I want to walk."

Iruka shook his head. "You won't be able to walk again any faster if you take the cast off." He smiled and entwined his hands around Kakashi from behind. The tanned hands snaked down the other boy's chest, running over his sides. Kakashi grunted lightly and reached his hands to meet the other ones. Iruka reached his navel, tracing patterns with his fingertips, and the hand suddenly froze as if it had caught itself. The copper-haired boy stood up, shaking his head.

"Not until you promise to get better for me. Put the bandages back on." Kakashi pouted, then growled lightly, standing up and placing the unfinished bowl on the table.

"Ruka-koi..." He half-growled, "I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die..." Iruka paused, considering.

"Okay. But your ankle still isn't better yet. You can't even walk properly." He was about to leave when Kakashi grabbed him, his arms holding around the younger boy's waist. He brushed his lips along Iruka's ear lightly, closing his eyes at the feeling of his lover's skin.

"W-what did I just, just say?" Iruka stammered incoherently.

"Maaa...And I promised, cross my heart and hope to die-" He lifted his pant leg to show off the white bandages.

"Hm." He nodded and lifted his head, staring backwards at Kakashi. "Love you." Kakashi watched him, his eyes flickering around the room, then put his hands on either side of Iruka's face and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss when he saw Iruka rolling his eyes, and grabbed Iruka's shirt in his fists, pulling their bodies awkwardly close. They stood in the center of the kitchen, just looking at each other. Iruka took one of his hands, pressed it to his face, then entwined their fingers. He led Kakashi to the bedroom and fell on top of him, returning into the kiss. Kakashi opened his mis-matched eyes and looked at the younger boy lying on top of him, and shifted Iruka off his chest so that the brunette was kneeling between his knees. Iruka bent forward and deepened the kiss. Kakashi bit his lip, earning a surprised squeak from Iruka. Taking his chance, he slipped his tongue into Iruka's mouth and began playfully wrestling in the french kiss. Iruka sighed softly and pulled himself away to focus on Kakashi's face, trailing kisses along his jawbone to the older boy's neck, nipping lightly at the pale skin. Kakashi watched him silently, then lifted Iruka's chin so they were at eye-level. Kakashi looked down, forcing his lover's eyes towards their entwined bodies.

"Do you--" Kakashi pressed a finger to his lips.

"Shh. Just trust me, okay?" Iruka nodded weakly, then noticed the bandaged foot.

"Kakashi, your ankle is--"

"Shh. Don't worry." Iruka closed his mouth and grabbed him in another kiss. He noticed Kakashi moving, then lifted his arms over his head, pulling their shirts off. They had stripped down to boxers, since it was a warm night, and were sleeping under only a thin cotton sheet. Kakashi wrapped one arm around Iruka's hips, then reached his other arm downwards. Iruka stifled a gasp, and began rocking his hips gently into the pale hand.

"Unh-'Kashi--" Kakashi covered his small moans with a prolonged kiss. He lifted his hands, his tongue running tantalizingly over each finger.

"Wow. It's, er, bitter." He commented. Iruka nodded, feeling embarassed again.

"Not..that bad." He admitted. "Do you want to.."

"Er, you can try using your hand for now." Kakashi said. He let out a breath, his eyes squeezed shut. "Oh, fuck." He kissed Iruka again, then fell forwards.

"'Kashi." Iruka repeated his name. His hair had come loose, and he tugged at the band that kept it in place. The dark copper strands fell messily on his shoulders.

"We need lotion of some sort." Kakashi muttered.

"Lotion?" Realization dawned on him. "Oh! That would help. I mean, last time I didn't-I mean, we were drunk and I...forgot. And you're kinda big, so--" Kakashi stared, surprised at the comment.

"Actually...I meant to use on me."

"W-what?" Iruka stuttered.

"From what I remember...last time, you were the one..taken. So it's only fair that it's my turn." Kakashi said nonchalantly. Iruka nodded, mortified, and bit his lip.

"Um...How are we going to-" Kakashi responded by rolling over onto his back, the blanket just covering his legs.

"You sure about this?" Iruka asked nervously, hovering over him with only his palms keeping himself up. Kakashi nodded mutely.

"Yes." He said, reaching his hand to place it on Iruka's neck.

"Um-Just lift your leg a bit, so you can.."

"Okay."

"Ready?"

"Go for it.."

"Oh, fuck." Iruka gasped. "Oh god, fuck." Kakashi hissed slightly at the pain. He moaned into Iruka's shoulder, and grabbed the other boy's hips, gently pulling him forward. Kakashi suddenly stopped, and tensed up.

"Oh...yes, right there. Faster. Fuck, I'm gonna come."

"'Ruka, I-I-Oh god, I'm-" He groaned loudly and froze, then his legs shook slightly and gave way, slumping backwards underneath his boyfriend. He bit his lip until spots of blood appeared on the pale skin, the strange mixture ecstasy and pain riding his body in waves. He shuddered and clenched his fists so hard that the knuckles turned white. He grabbed Iruka, kissing him messily. He opened his eyes, staring into the chocolate-brown gaze he knew well. Iruka came a minute after, and let out a small shriek as his body suddenly went over. They both fell forward, Iruka still inside Kakashi, their breathing uneven and altered. Iruka ran a hand through Kakashi's mop of silver hair, spent. Kakashi barely smiled at him, wrapping his legs around Iruka's and kissing him again. Iruka rested his forehead on Kakashi's chest, wrapping the older boy in his arms, not willing to let go under any circumstances.

"'Kashi, are you okay?"

Kakashi looked at him hazily, and grinned. "Much better than okay, 'Ruka-koi.."