QY: And people wonder why I'm so bitchy sometimes... it comes all from my mother, I swear it. Erm, yeah, this is late. But it's here and it's finished and I can finally work on my favorite pairing. I mean, KakaIru will always be great, but it can never beat my obsession with SasuNaru XD Not to mention I'm not sure how well I did KakaIru, first time and all... (P.S. I'm sorry if anything comes out weird... I've been watching the SI Swimsuit Marathon on Spike...)

Section Summary: Iruka gives one of his standard Valentine's Day card to Kakashi. Only, it came with a massage coupon. Kakashi decides to cash it in... with Iruka. Somehow, bondage comes into play.

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Aftermath - Chapter III – QianYun

A Bondage Induced Massage – Part 3

If someone had asked him a year ago or a month ago, heck, even a week ago, Iruka would've been sure to give a confident answer. One without doubts, one without hesitation, one that showed quite simply that he knew what he wanted. But the truth was, he didn't know what he wanted, he only knew what he didn't want. Except it didn't seem so certain anymore.

What else could explain why he felt so at peace?

Well, peace wasn't exactly the right word to apply to the situation, but Iruka definitely didn't feel at odds with himself. Considering the position of his hands and the position of his body... one wouldn't expect him to be feeling very comfortable. Especially since it was another man.

And suddenly his thoughts didn't seem quite that clean anymore...

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Iruka began his massage very professionally; he had asked Kakashi to lie down on his stomach, and he brought his tray of supplies over. There was a pause in his motions when he contemplated the usage of each item, but there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to have fun. And so, he continued the massage with that in mind. There were no sounds coming from Iruka, he preferred to maintain a distant and quiet attitude.

Of course, he was hoping for the exact opposite from Kakashi. Not that he knew.

He started out by liberally pouring the mango scented oil on his hands. He then wiped it all off, smelling his hands to determine whether it was the best thing to put on Kakashi's back. At the scent, there was a stirring in his heart of a content feeling that he always connected with his mother. Mango always was her favorite scent. Shaking off the memory, he looked at the tray again and titled his head in contemplation. He didn't think that he really needed the lubricant, the strawberries, the whipped cream, the chocolate syrup, or the honey. But the candles were a nice addition.

Leaving Kakashi on the chair, he walked off into the kitchen to light the candles and brought them back over to the general area they resided in. Since he was up, he decided to snatch a few personal items that he had a feeling he would need. Ropes. A sadistic smile trailed its way up to Iruka's lips and should anyone had seen it, shivers would've surely traveled down their spine. As it was, no one saw it and Iruka was left wondering about his sanity. Or lack thereof.

He stood at the doorway to the living room, content on letting Kakashi wait and taking the time to admire his posture. No matter his preferences, Kakashi was a sight to appreciate. Toned from years of training as a shinobi, fighting who he needed to fight, pushing himself as he needed to, Kakashi was fit enough to be the cover model of a magazine; that is, if it weren't for the multiple scars that trailed over his body. There were fewer than he would have expected for a shinobi of his rank, it was to be assumed that it took many fights to gain the abilities he possessed. It was an area of curiosity for Iruka, he was able to escape with only a few scars in his life as a shinobi as a result of his teaching position. To be sure, he still had the fighting abilities adequate for a Chuunin, perhaps even beyond, but he was never able to test them out for the lack of necessity.

A fact that he was thankful for most of the time, but at others, he wondered if not fighting had caused him to be demoted in other fighters' eyes, particularly for people like Genma.

Iruka tapped his fingers against the door frame, getting lost in his thoughts. But he soon became aware of the heavy weight of a stare on him and immediately, he blushed.

He hustled over to the chair and set down the pack of ropes he held down onto the floor. Clearing his throat, he told Kakashi that he would be starting and he was met with an amused chuckle.

"Take your time, Iruka. I have no place to be."

His mouth twitched for an unknown reason, but he shrugged it off and poured the oil onto his hands again. He stood there for a moment, not knowing how to go about with the massage, having had no one to massage for a good few years. With a sigh, he climbed up onto the chair and sat himself on the small of Kakashi's back. There was no reaction from the other man, no tensing of the muscles, no sudden jerk; it was almost as if he expected the action. Again, annoyance crept over Iruka. And a thought reared its ugly head in his mind.

'Let's see him not react to my massage.'

He had always been a little irked at the responses Kakashi had, or rather, the responses he didn't have. Ever. Perhaps that was reason for this little prank that he created...

Setting aside his thoughts for later, he rubbed his hands together, trying to create a little heat in them. After having sufficient friction applied, he rested his hands on the pale shoulder blades, slowing moving them up and down the back. He applied little pressure, allowing the other to get used to the feel of his hands. As the feeling of another person's back set into his senses, a rush of memories of seeing his mother do this to his father came. He had always stared in fascination when his mother gave his father a massage. He never quite understood why his father always seemed to turn into jelly whenever his mother's hands worked their magic. But nevertheless, it seemed all very interesting to him and he had asked his mother to teach him. He experimented on his father and many a times he found himself applying too much pressure and bruising the skin.

Every time it occurred, he winced and apologized, but his father merely laughed and subjected himself to more pain. He did get better at giving massages, but by that time, he had no one to give one to.

Until now.

Iruka had to fight hard to keep from submerging into nostalgic feelings, but as he put more pressure with his hands, the groan that it was met with provided enough distraction. Startled, Iruka took his hands off of Kakashi and was met with a disappointed grunt. A stubborn silence drifted around the two when that noise decided to peep out. Getting curious – and smug – Iruka set his hands down on Kakashi again, this time putting on pressure right from the start. His fingers dug into the surprisingly soft skin, feeling the hard muscles that hid just underneath.

He hummed to himself a little bit, slowly moving down the pale expanse of Kakashi's back. It was relaxing, being able to manipulate the other man like this. He could literally feel the muscles underneath the skin relaxing, could feel a certain tension just melting away. Iruka kept pushing his hands into the others back, applying just the right pressure every time to elicit a groan from the other man. A knuckle here, a fingertip there and Kakashi became putty in his hands.

He slowly moved down his body, settling down on the other man's calves.

Here came the hard part. Iruka wasn't sure if he should mess with his posterior or leave it alone and go directly to the thighs. But it was so tempting. It was a nice posterior. Very nice, especially in those boxers of his. He paused in his thoughts and rolled his eyes upward. He liked the fact that he didn't lie to himself about what he liked. But at this point, he had to start questioning himself. A lot.

The scarred man wondered to himself if perhaps he was spending too much time with the yaoi-loving females in the academy. Maybe their thoughts were rubbing off of him. They did have a tendency to comment on his feminine personality qualities before moving onto Kakashi's feminine physical qualities. Somehow, there was a connection made in their minds that they would look and be nice together.

That decided it. He had to stop spending time with them.

But until then, he supposed there was no harm in indulging those thoughts of his. It's not like there would be any outcome related to those thoughts. Or so he believed.

Iruka continued to move down Kakashi's body, taking care not to miss any spot available to him, and some not-quite as available spots. His tongue peeked out several times in mischievousness. Lips became bitten in an attempt to keep his glee contained. Why? Because those reactions that were coming from Kakashi absolutely tickled him. He wasn't too sure if Kakashi was deliberately making those noises to provoke him, but it provided him enough ammunition to start the next step. Of course it all depended on this...

A pitched giggle escaped Kakashi and the abrupt stop indicated that it was quite unintentional. A pleased grin escaped and spread through Iruka's face.

Ah... a tender spot. How wonderful.

He adopted a concerned tone and said, "Kakashi-sensei, are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

A growl just barely escaped the other man before it was cut off, "Of course I'm okay, Iruka. Why wouldn't I be?" All this was eeked out of clenched teeth as Iruka continued to trail his hand up and down the back of Kakashi's knee. Continuing to speak in an questioning voice, Iruka was the picture of innocence, if only he wasn't grinning so sadistically. "It's just that I thought you just giggled, but I'm sure Kakashi-sensei would never giggle. So I was just inquiring if it was a cry of pain. After all, giggling is so unlike you, Kakashi-sensei. I must've heard wrong when I thought you were giggling."

"Actually, Iruka-sensei, I was-" A gasp and a jerk ended his sentence and Iruka in turn gritted his teeth in an attempt not to laugh. It was so very hard though. Who would've guessed? The impervious Hatake Kakashi of the Sharingan was ticklish around his legs.

Finally.

Now then... what to do? What to do...?

Even while he was contemplating his next action, his hands took charge and alternately teased and pushed at Kakashi's lower legs. It resulted in the most interesting array of noises to come from the silver-haired man. It also caused Kakashi to jerk his legs up, causing Iruka to become unbalanced and almost fall off of his "seat". It was so nice of Kakashi to give him an opportunity to use his ropes.

"I'm afraid, Kakashi-sensei, that if you want me to continue the massage, I will have to tie you down in order to prevent injury to the both of us." As soon as he started speaking, Iruka had climbed off of Kakashi and reached down to the floor to gather his ropes. He wasted a moment in trying to decide whether he should tie Kakashi on his stomach or on his back, but he suddenly turned over and it was decided for him.

In quick movements that he had adapted to in his prankster years, he rapidly twirled the rope around the chair and the other man, making sure that the ropes were tight enough to keep him there, but not tight enough to hurt. The position of the rope fell perfectly, allowing Iruka to continue his massage without interruption. He tied off the entire rope using a knot that his own father had created in his prankster years (it wasn't just a need for attention that he pranked for, it was also for his father), one that took him hours to get out of even after his father taught him how to make it.

It should keep him there for at least a couple hours.

Kakashi, it seemed, refused to look even the slightest bit concerned. Who knows, maybe he wasn't. For all Iruka knew, Kakashi could be completely used to being tied down to a massage chair. But it didn't really matter anymore; without any verbal protest, Iruka climbed back on top of the pale-skinned man, making sure to sit on his stomach. He pulled the tray closer to him and grabbed the oil once again.

Under Kakashi's amused eyes – because apparently, he was amused now – he lathered his hands completely and set them onto his shoulders. He grabbed the firm shoulders tightly and rotated his hands around, "smoothing" out muscles and releasing the tension he was unable to get to before. It appeared that even though Kakashi didn't look alarmed, he definitely felt it, for his body was more tense than it should've been.

"Now, now, Kakashi. This won't do at all. How am I supposed to give you the massage I promised you, if you're going to be so tense?" He received a lazy blink for his words, before he felt the shoulders underneath his hands relax just a fraction. "You know, massaging tense body parts would do it more harm than good, I can accidentally tear some muscles or tendons because of it." Iruka knew he won when there was just a slight flash of annoyance crossing the other's face. It was fun to unsettle Kakashi and draw down that mask of his.

He just forgot there were consequences when he did anything involving Hatake Kakashi.

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It had been nearly an hour since he started massaging the front of Kakashi's body and Iruka was starting to get mighty uncomfortable. It would appear that there was quite a valid reason for Kakashi to wear that mask of his, besides to hide his beauty.

He had absolutely no control over his facial expressions. Well, that wasn't to say he didn't have any, but he certainly had very little. It was amazing that the thin piece of cloth he wore was even enough to mask the faces he made. But he was getting distracted... though it might be a good thing.

Since he was giving Kakashi a massage, there were only a few types of expressions that could be related to the action. Those of pain, or ecstasy and some things in between.

Kakashi... had a large array of expressions related to pleasure that was making Iruka highly uncomfortable. However, he kept on massaging the other man, slowly moving down the body and reaching the legs once again. He took a much longer time on his front that his back because he had drifted a lot. There were a lot more scars decorating Kakashi's chest than his back and each one became a source of fascination for Iruka. It led to a drawn out session that was now close to fraying his nerves.

Until he glimpsed something in the corner of his eyes.

Iruka had turned around to put more oil of his hands, a little less than what he used in the beginning, and a quick flash of something crossed his eye. Horror fired through his body before he calmed down once more. It was a battle after all. And Iruka was determined that Kakashi would be the one to lose. Those expressions weren't going to be enough to bring him down.

He pulled the tray even more closer to him and thanked Miaka for the open bowl suggestion. It would make things go much easier. He turned back to Kakashi with his hands slightly outstretched and accidentally bumped into the bowl of honey. He moved his hands as swift as he could and managed to avoid getting honey on them while causing most of it to fall onto Kakashi. There was no reaction from the other man as Iruka apologized profusely besides a slight nod in acknowledgment. Again, annoyance flashed through Iruka's body before he donned the most innocent face he could make – polished in his years before the Kyuubi. He glanced at his hands as if contemplating before scooting further down Kakashi's legs and bending down.

Leisurely, tantalizingly, Iruka's tongue came out and licked off the honey inch by inch. He went in straight lines, made circles, curved, drew shapes, wrote his name. Drop by drop, the honey slowly disappeared into Iruka's mouth. Iruka's very talented mouth.

If the strangled gasps coming from Kakashi were any indication.

When Iruka was sure that every drop of honey was in his mouth and no where else, he scooted back up again and accidentally brushed his crotch against the other man's. Iruka bit his lip both intentionally and subconsciously. Intentionally so that Kakashi would think somewhere along the lines that he seemed like he usually thought and subconsciously because that brush sent tingles down his spine.

Iruka most certainly was not a virgin. But it had been some time. And that was most definitely was more than he felt whenever he did something so casual in the past.

Curious.

Of course, it wasn't any more curious than the mirrored hardness of the other man. A slow smile appeared on Iruka's face as he slowly leaned down to meet Kakashi's eyes straight on.

"Something you want to tell me, Kakashi?" He breathed his words lightly, making sure a puff of air brushed the other man's lush, pink lips.

'Something you want to tell yourself, Iruka?'

But the answers to both questions were lost as Kakashi moved his hand to trail up to Iruka's behind. Instead of the shocked reaction he expected from Iruka, there was simply a lazy blink – quite similar to his, really – before another smile came up.

"Naughty, naughty, Kakashi. Hands to yourself." From out of nowhere, Iruka took out a pair of worn handcuffs and snapped them over Kakashi's hands, making sure to put them above Kakashi's head and behind the chair. Slightly uncomfortable, but nothing the Jounin couldn't handle. "It took you much longer than I expected. Getting rusty?" Iruka glanced behind him, absently noting the fallen ropes.

"No. I was just waiting for the right moment." Kakashi smiled, not bothered – or so it appeared – by his handcuffed arms.

"So you say, Kakashi. But should I really believe you?" Iruka looked at Kakashi from underneath his eyelids, creating a rather successful coy look. There was an attempt at a shrug before Kakashi gave up.

When silence dropped over the area again, Iruka sat up and turned back to his tray and glanced between it and his hands. He had licked off the honey so that his hands wouldn't get sticky and mix with the mango oil, but now what should do with the oil? A shifting leg brought his attention back to the other man and he rose an eyebrow in question. However, only a smile greeted him and he turned back without saying anything.

And then he promptly turned around and got up. He stood on the chair carefully before bringing his legs onto the other side and sat back down. Now he had complete access to Kakashi's legs while the silver-haired man could stare at his back. Iruka flexed his finger for a moment before bringing his hands down onto Kakashi's thighs. Onto Kakashi's very nice, firm thighs. There was something tempting in imagining those thighs in his fantasies... Hmm, he was going to have to question himself a bit more on his preferences after today was over. But it wasn't and so he continued to dig his hands into the other man's legs.

He shifted his hands, brought them away and toward him, alternated the pressure. Used certain fingers and a certain category of strength in each spot. As he moved down, he learned more and more about Kakashi's body, which parts made him moan and which parts made him groan. And most interestingly, which parts made him jerk and muffle his laughter. For a moment, Iruka forgot about the licking episode. But then he felt hands trail up his back, underneath his shirt.

Those thin fingers that he saw nearly every week at the assignment center were talented. Extremely talented. Without hesitation, those fingers pressed into pressure points in his back that caused him to moan without abandon. Soothing motions of palms calmed him and as soon as the hands left one part, there was a slight tingling in that area before distraction came in the form of another area being massaged. Places he didn't even know he held tight and tensed relaxed immediately and within moments, he was absolute jelly. Iruka felt the legs he sat on move further and soon after, he felt a chest leaning against his back and a chin propped itself on his shoulder.

"I think, Iruka, that you needed a massage much more than I did." It was clear to Iruka that Kakashi was feeling smug, but at that point, he felt too content to care. So he mumbled a small protest before dropping off to sleep.

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When Kakashi felt Iruka relax and fall asleep, he held him close for a few moments in silence. He hadn't allowed someone to become this close to him for a long time. And to be sure, he certainly didn't allow Iruka. He didn't think those few times of seeing the other man would be enough to worm him into his heart. It was a small place that the other man held, not even more than what he felt for his students, for his subordinates, for his team. But it was a small place in his heart where few people resided, a place that Iruka could stay and grow.

He wasn't too sure if he wanted Iruka to do that. Wasn't sure if they were even compatible. He didn't believe in love at first sight; relationships took time to build, feelings took time to grow. The only difference between Iruka and everyone else was that Kakashi, perhaps, didn't quite mind if it was him that took a place in his heart. He was a strong person, wonderful in his own ways, strong in ways that Kakashi could never be, weak in ways that Kakashi was strong.

And most of all, Iruka, to an extent, understood. To be truthful, many others in the village understood, but Iruka was different. He didn't try to understand. He just did.

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There was a very pleasant feeling shivering throughout Iruka's body when he woke up. He was lying down on something soft, presumably his bed, and not covered... by... anything. His eyes immediately snapped open and he was greeted with the sight of Kakashi's mismatched eyes. Mismatched, happy eyes. Iruka glanced down at his body and was only slightly appeased by the sight of his boxers.

That were slowly being pulled down by Kakashi's hands.

He attempted to move his hands to keep his boxers from getting taken off, but a slight pull of his hands told him that it was his turn to be handcuffed. Iruka narrowed his eyes. "What are you do-" Unable to finish his sentence, he moaned wantonly. Talented hands, oh-my-god, talented hands.

And for the rest of the night, moans were heard, gasps were made, whipped cream was used. And strawberries were dipped into chocolate syrup as dessert.

The dessert part being that it was served on Kakashi and eaten with Iruka's talented tongue.

What did you know, they each brought their own talents to the relationship.

Owari

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QY: -dances like an idiot- Whee! Dooooone! It only took me two full days! Stupid writer's block. -shoves it off a cliff- So, if you thought my KakaIru-ness was nice, review! If you think SasuNaru would be a great addition, review! If you think I suck ass and should just stop writing, also review! (Although, apparently, that would then be called a flame XP)

Review Responses:

YaoiLoverS- Hmm.. action. Would this be considered action? Miaka is a wonderful person-y thing to use.

lightdragon1987- I hope this chapter was loved by you as well. Let's cheer for Iruka, k?

Seito- It seems... you always need to do homework.

Noniechan- Mwahaha is right. XD

Kitsune015- It's cool you like this. KakaIru will always be alive, if I have anything to say about it. Uh... no.. lemon... Sorry? No need to thank me. The review was enough.

RukaIayLomperGay- I end it there cuz I can! Actually, it's cuz my mom was yelling at me to sleep...

Polka Dot- I kind of gave up on trying to have an actual gradual attraction. It didn't work out very well XP Genma? Tough day? Poor guy...

SirenM- I cheer and agree with everything you wrote!

sodesne- Going on the assumption that that was a compliment. So I thank you.

Generally Maz- It was continued! Thank you for liking it.

Written: 2/21/05 to 2/22/05