Fifty Shades of Grey
Iruka felt tricked.
Watching his students happily eat the cookies he'd made, he was glad at least someone liked what he could make. At least they didn't ask him to make food on his own terms and then punish him when he made something that he knew he was good at.
How was he supposed to know Kakashi didn't like sweets?
Although looking back on all the times they'd eaten together, Iruka couldn't ever remember the man eating anything sugary.
"Teacher!"
Iruka immediately slapped on a smile and went to check on another table and the mess that was slowly being made. "What's up, Ino?"
Cheeks full and eyes sparkling, the little girl tried to speak with her mouth full, and Iruka quickly urged, "Swallow first."
Chewing quickly, she swallowed with a gasp and gushed, "Mister Iruka, this is so good!"
"Aw, thank you." Iruka grinned as a few other kids at her table joined in, babbling about how good it was. He'd have to deal with a few of them being hyper later, but that was exactly why he did that before recess. After they ran around a bit, he knew they'd go down like a sack of potatoes for nap time. Sometimes, he was an evil genius.
Other times, he was a dumb idiot. As they zipped around outside, Iruka was left to deal with his mess of thoughts in the privacy of his head.
He felt tricked more than anything. What was he supposed to do when Kakashi gave him the reins to make whatever he wanted? Cooking anything savoury was almost definitely off the table. Sure, he knew how to kind of make pasta now, but that wasn't something he felt confident at.
Baking was easy. Cookies were easy. Iruka could make them with his eyes closed.
Defeated, Iruka groaned into his desk.
Kakashi was putting him in a corner. Not just when it came to food, sadly.
Every night for the rest of the week, he'd come home and have to fight with himself on whether to text Kakashi or not. His pride was saying that he could go a week without touching himself. It couldn't be that hard.
Well, hard it was, physically and mentally.
Instagram was full of instant-hard-on material, including a tall, handsome asshole who took it upon himself to be more active than ever. Iruka knew that Kakashi knew how much he used Instagram. They were following each other, of course.
Iruka came home almost every night to find that Kakashi had posted to his story a new video or picture. And it was always at the gym, working out with Gai. There was no doubt in Iruka's mind that Kakashi knew exactly what he was doing because it was working all too well.
"See, you have to keep your extensions controlled. If you move too fast, you don't work on endurance. Don't forget to keep your core tight," Gai was explaining eagerly as he smacked Kakashi's shoulder. The taller man huffed as he pulled the bar back down slowly, sweat slicking his forehead and his cheeks flushed from the strain.
Don't look at the arms. The arms aren't there. He's not using those beautiful arms and lean shoulders at all.
These were all things Iruka told himself, but his eyes didn't listen. They were watching the muscles under all that pale skin move with such finesse and subtle control. Then, as if Gai knew exactly what Iruka wanted to see, the angle changed to Kakashi's smooth back and all the intricate movements that were happening. It occurred to Iruka as he noticed dots of beauty marks that he'd never seen Kakashi's back.
He'd always seen Kakashi's front or his back covered in a shirt, never without clothes.
'Kakashi?' Iruka had given in. Waiting with his phone in hand and pants tight, he wondered if this was a desperate move. Did Kakashi expect him to text? Or was this another test Iruka was surely going to fail?
'Yes?'
Whatever the case, Iruka realised he didn't even care that much. There was so much heat pooled in his groin that he was just happy to have stuck out four days of this torture. He just had to...
'Can I touch myself?'
What a relief it was to even ask. The hardest part was over. When Kakashi texted him back, he'd be able to get this over with and then focus on writing up next week's-
'No.'
And then he sent a smiling emoji.
A fucking emoji.
Then his erection became impossible to ignore. It was there between his legs, pulsing in time with the rage beating in his chest.
How… How dare he? First, he sets Iruka up for failure. Second, he goes and leaves Iruka's apartment as soon as he tastes the cookies Iruka had so lovingly made. No sex or anything. Third, he forbids Iruka from touching himself! What! How dare he even…
And then the rage slowly faded, letting Iruka realise that he hadn't really been following Kakashi's train of thought anyway. Kakashi had been more interested in cooking. Iruka could easily prove that he could bake. It seemed that the main point had been for Iruka to learn something new, trying something different. Instead, he'd taken the easy way out.
A shiver ran through his spine. What was Kakashi planning then? There must be something the man was making Iruka wait for, something fun at the end of this punishment. So many tempting thoughts immediately ran through his head, alluring and oh so dirty.
Which was hell to think about when he'd been given the order not to touch himself.
It felt wrong to use his kids as a way to calm back down.
So, instead he used the thought of their parents. Their angry, red faces arguing with Iruka that their 'perfect little angel' could never break another student's glasses. Like, who could have done it then? As if the quietest girl in class would ever do that. The fact that Kiba even blamed Hinata was a blatant lie. How could his mother ever think to blame a little girl who was in tears right next to them?
So that was how the rest of the week went. It was a precarious balance between anger towards Kakashi and then anger towards parents who were much too controlling and ignorant to how schools actually functioned. At least, that was what it was like outside of work. At school, he pushed everything away and fell into his happy place: teaching kids who were basically toddlers.
The kids spoke with sincerity unless they were telling an obvious lie. They were open books just trying to understand the world around them, and Iruka was proud to teach them the basics of learning and relationships. They would go on to hopefully be good people and learn more about the world, but for now, Iruka was happy to teach them about whales and otters.
After a day with them, he would come home happy. For a long time, he'd forgotten what that was like. That was why he got into teaching in the first place. Kids were stress-free, and he'd been going through so much when he started teaching that he just needed something to take his full attention away from the outside world.
From all the things he wanted to forget.
Thursday night, Iruka laid down in the living room with his thoughts and memories for the first time in a long time. When had he stopped loving his job? Was it before or during Mizuki? Oddly enough, Iruka felt like it was before. They'd only dated for two years. It felt like he'd lost it before that. Why?
Iruka couldn't find a reason. It felt over time like something had shifted him into being unhappy and being okay with being unhappy. He was so content now that it surprised him that he could ever feel so content in misery. Maybe it was meeting Mizuki that solidified his complacency with his own discontent.
It left Iruka paying more attention to how he thought about things now.
Other than apartments, there wasn't much difference from before Mizuki and after, physically at least. Iruka had been casually sleeping with men before just like he was with Kakashi now. He was working the same job. He had the same friends. Now, he was happy.
Huh.
"Iruka?"
Iruka snapped back to Kotetsu. "Ah, sorry. Was daydreaming."
"Anyway," Kotetsu went on with their conversation. "Gonna go looking for those shoes I was talking to you about. Zumo's coming too. Wanna come?"
Iruka passing up on that offer hit two birds with one stone. Izumo would get to spend some time with his crush, and Iruka could go to his usual but highly anticipated Friday meeting, one that couldn't be passed up. "Sorry, I've got plans."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot." Kotetsu smirked into his food. "You've got a date with your master."
Iruka knew commenting about any of the words in that sentence would get him in trouble, even though he hated all of them. So, he replied happily, "You bet your ass I do."
All he got in return was a coy smile before they fell into eager chuckles.
Excitement was a welcomed feeling. On the walk home, he couldn't help but walk faster, bouncing along with his music. Tonight was going to be good.
At home, Iruka put on his favourite jeans and threw on a long sleeve shirt. He didn't know what they'd get into this week. Maybe more lessons on breath play? Maybe even dabble in a bit of bondage again? Oh, that would be fun.
The doorbell called him to the front door and he eagerly answered, Kakashi's smile greeting him.
And he was wearing jeans. Kakashi was in plain, tight-fitting jeans.
"Hey-"
Before he could say anything else, Kakashi stepped inside quickly, catching Iruka's words with a kiss that turned thoughts into humming between their lips. His capable hands teased under Iruka's shirt, reminding him what he'd gone two full weeks without, and how much he'd missed all of this. The hot breath against his lips, the dizzying way he wanted to touch more than just Kakashi's jacket, the steady body pressed up against his own; it was almost overwhelming. But then the other man pulled away, leaving Iruka breathless and leaning on the wall behind him for support.
"Hey," Kakashi echoed with a very satisfied smile on his smug face.
At least Iruka knew that he wasn't the only one who had missed all of that. Hope fluttered in Iruka's chest that the day would continue the same, Kakashi touching his chin.
"Put on your shoes and coat," He directed, surprising Iruka.
"We're going out?" Iruka blinked in confusion for a second before he realised what that could mean. "Oh."
And then he quickly slid back into his boots and coat as Kakashi explained, "You've been good this week. So, we're going to try something new."
Not worried but suspicious, Iruka followed Kakashi outside, and they walked towards the main street. Head clearer than before, Iruka was entranced by the man walking next to him who was wearing casual clothes. For the first time ever, Kakashi was out of a suit, and he looked just as glorious. Oh, Iruka was going to have sex with this man regardless of whatever the heck Kakashi had planned. Those jeans were so tempting.
At the bus stop, they waited quietly with a few other people and Iruka had to ask, "Where are we even going?"
"The mall," Kakashi answered simply, and Iruka was silenced again, set to wonder what they would do as they got on the oncoming bus and rode it a few streets down. All the way, he tried not to think about how they might get up to some very naughty stuff at the mall. Nervous, he had an idea where this might go, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to go that far.
Kakashi couldn't possibly think that this was a good idea, could he? In a public mall? Where they might see clients or students?
Iruka was not down for getting caught at all.
Firm in that intention, he followed Kakashi through the mall with a squint.
"Kakashi…" He started as they stood on an escalator together.
"Hm?" The other man looked up over his shoulder, innocence in his eyes but a quirk to his lips.
"I don't want to…" Iruka didn't know what words to use that weren't explicit. "Buy anything too expensive today."
After a seemingly confused blink, Iruka could tell from those intelligent eyes that he'd understood Iruka's fears.
"We're not going to buy anything expensive," The tall man reassured with a smile. "Don't worry. I'll find something in your budget."
Oh, that made Iruka smile uncontrollably. Maybe he even shivered a lot, huffing at Kakashi's happy smile.
"Come on," Kakashi took his hand as they stepped off the escalator, leading them towards a store for cookware
They walked for a while, talking about their day as they browsed. It was deceptively nice to just walk around together, but Iruka knew Kakashi had a plan in the works. That was why he kept holding Iruka's hand, keeping Iruka on a chain so he couldn't run away.
Eventually, the teacher calmed down into his partner's touch as they seemingly made their way to the next store with nothing unusual. Well, the fact that they were walking together in a mall was unusual, but the lack of sex or dirty talk was even weirder. Iruka kept expecting Kakashi to sweep him off his feet into a dark corner, but his expectations were proven wrong.
It was actually kind of nice to spend time together, without all the sexual tension.
"So, did you prefer teaching sixth graders or is kindergarten your passion?" Kakashi was asking as they stepped into a different store that was filled with soaps and candles, so many smells coming from everywhere.
"Definitely kindergarten. The older they get, the more they don't listen to you." Iruka nodded wisely and Kakashi hummed in surprise. "Never going back to that sassy city."
"Sassy city," Kakashi parroted with a laugh.
"How about you?" Iruka squeezed Kakashi's hand as they wandered deeper into the store, smelling candles here and there. "I know you do a lot of everything at the firm, but is there any specialty you like more?"
"Good question…" Kakashi held up a candle for Iruka to smell as he thought about the question. Iruka watched his face go from thoughtful to sad, and was taken aback by the change.
Finally, Kakashi huffed and said, "Well, I'm never touching criminal law again. That's for sure. Other than that, I don't mind much else."
"Oh, come on. There has to be something you like more," Iruka casually wondered as he smelled and put the candle back, trying to get to know Kakashi's true train of thought.
The older man hummed and thought about it for a second before saying, "I guess family court is the easiest to deal with. Divorces happen so often. Makes you wonder why people even get married in the first place."
If the candle had still been in Iruka's hands, it would have dropped and shattered out of surprise. Thankfully, it was safely on the shelf, and the small heart attack subsided in Iruka's chest as he searched for something to say. With a cough to settle himself, Iruka asked curiously, "Do you deal with the kids a lot?"
"Thankfully, no," Kakashi shrugged nonchalantly before he realised that Iruka's tone hadn't been the steadiest. In fact, the teacher's face was an open book that read more on edge than normal and suddenly nervous. "You okay?"
"Yeah, just that I have a few… students who have divorced parents, you know?" Iruka nervously laughed and tried to let go of Kakashi's hand, but his partner kept his grip tight.
"Yeah? Students, eh?" Kakashi asked in concern but didn't push Iruka for more information. He could sense that there was something wrong but didn't demand for information.
As much as they could have gone on from there, Iruka felt compelled to say something. It was the purest form of reverse psychology. Iruka had always been so used to people demanding to know everything and instantly feeling reluctant and annoyed with his partners. Now, he wasn't annoyed. He wasn't frustrated. They were just talking and he kind of wanted to talk more.
"Well, actually, my parents are divorced," Iruka explained, expecting to see pity.
Against all expectations, Kakashi's eyebrows rose in surprise, but there was no pity. "Oh. Hard topic, huh?"
"Yeah." Iruka chuckled nervously. "I mean, it happened when I was a teenager and it kind of tore the family apart."
"You don't talk to them a lot, huh?" Kakashi asked, and when Iruka agreed, he nodded back. "I get that."
"Cool." The memories started coming up, so Iruka tried with a lot of success to switch topics. "So, what exactly are we buying today?"
Picking up exactly what Iruka was putting down, Kakashi's lips slowly curled up in a sneaky smile as he gradually pulled them out of the store. "We are getting outfits."
"Outfits? For what?"
"I'm taking you out to dinner next weekend," Kakashi stated casually.
"And you expected me to say yes?"
"Are you saying no?"
"I'm not saying no," Iruka sputtered, following Kakashi around a corner towards the bathrooms.
"Good. Now, we have to go to the bathroom."
"Shit," Iruka whispered to himself, his heart suddenly beating wildly as they passed a man walking away from the very secluded bathrooms. God, he was so anxious. They were going to get quick and dirty in a literal dirty place.
The thought was hot as fuck.
They stepped inside, Kakashi pushing open the door and before Iruka could even think, his back was slammed against the inside of the bathroom door. Hips were grinding into his own. Lips were taking away his breath. Hands were frisking him as if he'd stolen something and Kakashi was mall security. Oh, Iruka would have let Kakashi take him to mall jail to punish his ass with the wicked snap of his hips.
Kakashi's demanding hands were already unzipping his pants, and Iruka was dizzy from either the passionate onslaught or the lack of breathing. Before he could protest, Kakashi was kissing down his neck and undoing his pants. A gasp tore through him as his pulsing member was suddenly wrapped in warm lips.
All he could do to not moan uncontrollably was slap a hand over his own mouth and grab at Kakashi's head as he basically worshipped Iruka's cock.
The lawyer was suddenly standing, licking his lips and stroking Iruka slowly as he muttered, "There we go. Now, let's go find an outfit."
Confused, Iruka grabbed onto Kakashi's arm as it slowly pulled away. Iruka looked down at his heated length to find a familiar black ring somehow around the base of his dick.
"And then when we find one," Kakashi whispered darkly as he leaned into kiss Iruka's ear. "We're gonna go home, you're going to put it on, and I'm going to fuck you until you pass out."
"Okay," Iruka faintly said back as Kakashi zipped him back up and took his hand again.
"Perfect," Kakashi smiled innocently, taking Iruka's hand again and leading him out towards the crowd of people milling about.
"Kakashi," Iruka hissed, very aware that his cheeks were red, his pants felt askew and there was definitely a ring around his cock.
"You look fine," Kakashi soothed, lacing Iruka's hand with his own. "No one will be the wiser, but we can stop if you want to."
It wasn't because Iruka didn't want to do this that his face was on fire. It was the embarrassment, the line they were about to walk. The whole idea of doing something so dirty unbeknownst to everyone else had him nervous but not scared.
Kakashi was holding his hand, acting as his rock.
God, this was going to be so hot.
With a deep breath, he squeezed Kakashi's hand and led them out into the mass of people.
At first, it was terrifying. He immediately worried people would think that he was walking odd or that his pants looked weird. The worst fear was that they'd notice he was half hard, but everything felt normal quickly. No one stared or even noticed them. They were just two people walking through a mall together.
With relief came the giddy excitement that they were getting away with something. He was a teenager, skipping mathematics class and sneaking out of school. He was hidden behind the bleachers with his crush, making out for the first time. He was getting a blowjob from his co-worker as he took someone's order at the drive thru.
He was simply walking through a crowded mall with his dom, a ring holding his growing erection. The hand on his made soothing circles into his skin, and the way their arms brushed against each other was comforting, teasing.
A glance told Iruka that Kakashi was just as at ease. Those dark, smoldering eyes told Iruka that he was doing good.
Things were going well.
At least, that was until Iruka caught sight of two familiar heads in the crowd coming towards them and by the time he recognized them, it was too late to warn Kakashi or turn around.
Too stunned to do anything else, he gripped Kakashi's hand hard and it held on tightly too as Izumo and Kotetsu grinned at them.
"Iruka!" Kotetsu called as he strode forward, Izumo following close behind. Kotetsu looked toward Kakashi, recognizing him immediately but Izumo was quicker. His gaze was locked on Iruka's hand laced through Kakashi's, and Iruka knew that this was automatically suspicious.
"Long time no see," Kotetsu said as he sidled up to them, eyes focused on Kakashi the entire time. "And who's this?"
"This is Kakashi," Iruka introduced even though it was completely pointless since Izumo and Kotetsu had both seen Kakashi online.
"Nice to meet you," Kakashi said with a polite smile, subtlety letting Iruka's hand go to shake Kotetsu's. "You must be Kotetsu."
Iruka knew he'd talked about his friends but was still surprised that Kakashi remembered their names. Even more to his surprise, Kotetsu was being polite and cordial. "Pleasure is mine."
"Sorry, we're probably interrupting your date," Izumo said, giving Iruka a heart attack. Date?
