!warning!
in this chapter: yaoi (kakashi x iruka-catboy) and all the other warnings in the other chapters. i'm being lazy, yes.
rating: NC-17, no kids allowed. sorry.
special thanks: to cat w. for beta-reading this chapter.
-CHAPTER 04: Beliefs and Other Niceties-
Like Kakashi, Iruka is a firm believer in teamwork. Iruka the catboy probably had firm beliefs too, but in what was not yet clear. So, it took a bit of persuasion to get him to partake in Kakashi's teamwork ethic. This was clearly evinced by the way he darted crazily about the living room when Kakashi tried to catch him using nice guy methods such ascalling "kitty kitty" and slow approach. Kakashi soon abandoned it.
Fortunately, while Iruka was quick, Kakashi was quicker. In the time it takes a normal person to blink, a sharingan wielding person was holding a squirming cat person's back to his chest, arms around his target's trim waist; flat palms gripping tan skin.
Iruka yowled in surprise, his hands pushing at the arm wrapped around him. Sure it was a nice, warm and firmly gentle hold but no self-respecting catboy would sit quietly when manhandled. Kakashi settled on top of the small dresser in the living room, plunking the wriggling school teacher between his legs. His cat ears nearly flattened, Iruka gave several doleful little mews, and when Kakashi looked into the catboy's face he was dismayed to read fear in the wide brown eyes.
"Shhhhh, Iruka sensei, I don't want to hurt you. I just want to give you something" he said in an even, soothing voice, pulling Iruka closer and using a hand to gently guide Iruka's face nearer to his own. Iruka hiccupped and quieted, releasing one last faltering mewl before Kakashi's lips pressed softly against his.
When Kakashi pulled away he smiled to find curious dark eyes fixed on him again. Seeing Iruka open his mouth to mewl once more, Kakashi thanked the heavens above for vocal cats and dove in. He jolted lightly when Iruka began responding in kind. Encouraged, he explored the utterly delectable mouth more thoroughly, running his tongue over and under and basically all around. Finally breaking away when the burn in his lungs threatened to overwhelm him, Kakashi touched their foreheads together, unwilling to relinquish any of the cloistered warmth between them.
"See? Nothing to be afraid of. I want you to enjoy yourself" he whispered, peppering Iruka's forehead with small kisses before tilting the catboy's chin to resume their afternoon pleasantries.
Have I mentioned that cats are fickle, testy little creatures? One moment they roll over to let you rub their tummy, the next they're spitting and digging every claw into your unsuspecting hand. Catboys are no different.
Iruka suddenly bit down on Kakashi's tongue, deciding it was invading his mouth a bit too much. To his credit the jounin had the presence of mind not to bite back. Kakashi winced as blood seeped over his taste buds. Being no stranger to greater physical pains, he nursed the throb good-naturedly, sucking in cool air over the hurt. Iruka returned to squirming and yowling and generally being adorably difficult.
"Iruka sensei!" Kakashi admonished playfully, "That hurt. Please, behave yourself."
Had Iruka stopped with the hissy-fitting he might have noticed how Kakashi's hand was slithering down his side, over his hipbone, slipping under his boxer's band and lower still. He did notice however, when a pleasant sensation dawned between his legs.
Kakashi felt rather than saw Iruka begin to relax. Pushing back, Iruka's wiggling grew less frantic and more rhythmic. Kakashi grinned to hear the noisy protestations die on those lips, replaced with low rushed breath and pleading whimpers. He buried his nose in Iruka's hair, reveled as it brushed over his forehead and eyes. He plied the tensing shoulders and neck with wet, hungry kisses, murmured seductively into lovely ears as his hand coaxed more pleasured mewls and growls. Iruka's hands clutched Kakashi's thighs, his back arching as Kakashi continued touching him. His strokes were at once rough and tender, fingers feeling for liquid beads on the sensitized head. Iruka pressed into the older man's hand, his body speaking with clarity what his racing mind and tongue could not. Kakashi ached to hear his name spoken urgent with need, perhaps followed by some choice words like "more" or "harder" or "daaaamn, you're huge", but the feathered panting wasn't too bad either.
Iruka leaned hard into Kakashi's shoulder, plastering his back flush against smooth chest. Kakashi turned Iruka's face towards him. The younger man's eyes were mere slits, points of light shone on the glazed pupils. His brow was creased in helpless concentration, his mouth an open invitation. Kakashi couldn't resist kissing it, delving deeper as Iruka moaned. Iruka broke it abruptly to throw his head back further; thrusting forcefully into the pliant hand's quickened pace. Kakashi murmured into the column of Iruka's neck "...this and more if you were mine, Iruka sensei." He laughed a little, the sound a touch shaky, surprised that it hurt to say it. Iruka gave a final urgent thrust and strangled growl, slamming back like a snapped string so that Kakashi smacked into the wall behind him, the catboy's nails raking Kakashi's thighs. If not for the pant material, he would have broken skin. Kakashi wiped the sticky aftermath onto his soiled shirt, slipping it off completely to wipe Iruka off as well.
Iruka lay limp and cradled in his arms, huffing, tongue tip poking out from between bruised lips to wet them. He mewled weakly, languid and spent, all lassitude and drowsiness. He stretched and yawned, flexed his fingers before settling his hands on Kakashi's thighs.Turning his face up to burrow intoKakashi's throat, Iruka administered small licks and purred.
Kakashi felt a little too much of that familiar stirring now, so regretfully, oh so very regretfully pulled away from the snuggling. They really didn't have time for another round. Instead he rested his cheek on Iruka's back,a wavering tail stroking his face and neck as Iruka purred in abject contentment. Kakashi rubbed Iruka's tummy, and ran his fingertips over the scars that littered Iruka's back. He listened to his partner's quieting breath and steadying heartbeat.
'Forgive me', the words appeared unbidden in Kakashi's thoughts, tinged the moment with regret. He'd already felt much of that particularly racking emotion in this life, had finally loosened its grasp. Why was he asking to reenter its painful embrace? He squeezed his eyes shut and told his inner demon to shut the fuck up, slipping his mask back on, the one with cheerful half-circles for eyes and glib excuses at ready. Though no one saw it slip off, it unsettled him to be without it.
Kakashi cleaned hurriedly, throwing his clothes and the sheets in the hamper. He would swing back to do the laundry but right now it was time to return one catboy to Kurenai's apartment.
Donning a dark green shirt and khakis, the only clothing Iruka seemed to own other than offfical Hidden Leaf ninja wear, Kakashi padded into the living room. Greeting him was the sight of Iruka curled up on the sofa, lazy tail tapping the cushions absentmindedly. He opened a drowsy eye for a moment before resuming his nap. Kakashi sat by him and scratched briefly behind Iruka's ears, and together they reappeared on the couch of Kurenai's empty apartment, Iruka now fast asleep.
tbc-
A/N: i edited here and there, very minor things, word choice and what not. sorry if spacing is wierd in some areas, this quickedit thing seems to bunch words together at times...