Title: After the Rains
Author: BitterEloquence
Pairings: KakaIru
Comments: Almost done! Promise...¬.¬ Really...I do...
Disclaimer: No matter how much pocky I offer 'em, they're still not going to give me Kakashi and Iruka. I even promised to return them in Near Mint Condition...but alas, it shall not be...
Kakashi sighed as he approached the closed door of his bathroom, a decidedly uncertain look on that normally calm and placid visage when the jounin knocked lightly on the door, hoping to get Iruka's attention.
There was nothing but silence on the other end of the door and Kakashi idly wondered to himself if he'd have to break out the lock-picks in order to get the mortified chuunin to come out. "Iruka? Are you alright in there?"
Silence.
Geh, this just wasn't his night. With a sigh, the silver-haired man turned to walk into his bedroom where he kept a spare set of lock-picks.
When he moved away from the door however, Kakashi heard the click of the lock and the rattle of a hand on the doorknob as the door slowly slid open to reveal a miserable dark chestnut eye. "Is he gone now?"
"He's asleep if that's what you're wondering." Wry amusement gleamed in that dark eye as Kakashi turned back towards the door. "I'm sorry about that, Iruka, I should have remembered I sent him out on a mission to deliver something for me." Kakashi tried to smile in his typical lazy manner but the chuunin wasn't buying it and suspicion gleamed brightly in that single visible dark orb as Iruka eyed the silver-haired man.
"You forgot? Aren't you supposed to be some super genius jounin or something?" Though Kakashi couldn't see it, the Copy-nin knew Iruka's arms were crossed across his chest as a doubtful looking single dark eye peered at him through the thin crack in the door.
That was low. An exaggerated pout had Kakashi's lower lip poking out as he bestowed a wounded puppy-dog eyed look upon Iruka. A look, the chuunin it would appear was not fully immune to because a groan could be heard before the door opened to reveal the blushing Iruka.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" A hopeful look then as Kakashi grinned playfully and reached up a pale hand to capture a single trailing lock of damp dark hair. Iruka was struck by how much Kakashi's mannerisms mirrored those of his nin-dogs. He had that begging look for forgiveness down pat and against his will, the chuunin felt his heart melt a bit.
Kakashi seemed to sense victory in the air however and grinned in a slightly more mischievous way before nudging the door open a shade more so he could lean in to brush his lips across Iruka's. "I did mean what I said, by the way. I am interested in you for more then just sex." Some might have considered his words blunt and tactless. Those people were not shinobi however, did not know the preciousness of each and ever breath of life.
Iruka was a ninja but even he couldn't fully comprehend Kakashi's thinking and need for complete and open honesty. Ironic really, for the ninja known and infamous for his half-riddles and his penchant for 'looking beneath the beneath'. It wasn't something one would expect from the mysterious jounin to be honest, but the chuunin also knew how it was on the lines, how the reminder that each night was a gift and could be your last and how much that could eat at a person's sanity.
That mindset had led to countless one-night trysts and more then a few unexpected pregnancies. In war, a man or a woman would do anything to reaffirm the fact that they were still alive, still human. Sex was just another tool to used to remind oneself that death had not come for them yet. To be honest, Iruka wasn't very surprised at how….forward Kakashi was being. In these unsettling times, it was almost to be expected. While the chances of Iruka getting a mission so dangerous that he was in danger of loosing his life were slim, the same could not be said for Kakashi. Without a team to train, the silver-haired jounin had been taking on some of the most dangerous missions to be had as of late.
For Kakashi, tonight could very well be his last night on this earth.
It made him a tad desperate, in a hurry to gain Iruka's acknowledgement and when the chuunin didn't push him away, he deepened the kiss once more. His hand slide through Iruka's hair to cup the back of that dark head as his tongue sought entrance to Iruka's mouth. That was a bit too much for Iruka however and his hands pressed gentle again Kakashi's chest, pushing him back as dark honey fingers curved along the scarred planes of Kakashi's torso. "Wait."
A low groan could be heard from the jounin as he bestowed a pitiful look upon Iruka, the desire bright and dark in his eyes as he watched the blushing chuunin try to gain control of himself. "I'm flattered, I really am but this is too fast, Kakashi-sensei…." Oh dear Gods how he hated those words and Kakashi nodded tightly as his teeth grit slightly, his jaw jumping with his fight to control himself.
"I understand." A soft scoff could be heard from Iruka then as a wry twist of his lips proved how much he didn't buy that.
"Liar. But I have the feeling you'll respect it all the same and that means a lot to me, Kakashi-sensei." A serious look filled Iruka's eyes as they met that dark orb and it's dizzying crimson companion. "It's…it's been a long time for me so any patience would be appreciated." The tips of his ears were turning red again, quiet a feat considering his dark complexion. "I'm afraid I'm a bit rusty at this sort of thing." Iruka's self-deprecating smile had liquid heat pooling in the base of Kakashi's belly, the desire for the chuunin only heightened by that sweetly charming expression and Kakashi had to grab onto the doorjamb to keep from pouncing the delectable dark-haired man right then and there.
Didn't Iruka realize how delicious a picture he presented with those longish strands of dark hair snaking across his bare shoulders? Did he not he realize how sexy that sweetly shy smile was? Apparently not because he didn't realize just how much he was torturing Kakashi in that moment when he professed his reasons for being so shy. Just as he surely didn't realize the absolutely carnal train of thought that ran through the pervert's mind when Iruka mentioned being rusty.
Oh how he'd love to oil him back up again…drat! Dammit stop thinking like that!
It was only going to make him more miserable once again and Kakashi bit back another groan and nodded tightly as he fought to dredge up a smile. "Can we see where it goes at least?" He wasn't going to push the chuunin but then again…if he happened to kiss the dark-haired man until he couldn't think straight anymore and things went a bit beyond kissing…well…he wasn't going to complain in the least.
Iruka granted him a doubtful look and Kakashi just grinned playfully as he stalked into the bathroom then, effectively trapping the chuunin within as he let the door close behind him with an ominous click. "There…that should keep the ill-mannered mutt out. He's got more fleas then brains or manners I'm afraid." The smile that flickered on the edge of Kakashi's lips was warm and sweet.
Iruka eyed Kakashi with the same amount of wariness that a mouse would eye a suddenly very plump and pleased looking feline sitting daintily outside of his mouse hole. The jounin, apparently complete immune to the wary look Iruka was giving him, continued to stroll over to the chuunin until he had the dark-haired man backed up into a wall.
"K...Kakashi-sens-" A firm press of one pale finger to his lips stilled the word in Iruka's throat as the silver-haired man smiled in a sweetly mysterious manner.
"Don't. You don't have to be so formal with me, Iruka." The faint tugging of a smile curling the corners of Kakashi's lips had Iruka's pulse speeding up a bit at the potency of that expression. Damn him, why did he have to smile at him like that? It put him at ease….made him want to trust him, something that Iruka knew was a dangerous thing to do. "I'm not going to hurt you or force you into anything, Iruka, so calm down, hmmn?" Kakashi tried to keep his voice light and calm but there was a note of barely masked hurt in his voice as those suddenly serious eyes trained upon Iruka. Even the crimson Sharingan was naked and revealed now as the jounin stared at Iruka with a suddenly solemn look.
Shame ran hot and harsh through Iruka and he nodded stiffly while fighting the urge to fidget and twitch beneath Kakashi's gaze. He knew that his behavior was hardly fair or even polite. Thus, with an unsteady breath, Iruka nodded carefully and even managed a weak smile. The faint twitching of Kakashi's lips told him the jounin had forgiven him even without words as a pale hand rose to lie against rich honeyed skin. "Relax, Iruka...I'm not going to do anything you don't want, I promise."
Amusement had returned to lighten those bi-colored eyes as Kakashi leaned in close enough to place a light and chaste kiss to Iruka's forehead. A pale thumb skimmed along Iruka's cheekbone with surprising tenderness for a moment before sliding to glide through those dark strands of hair. "Turn around." Iruka eyed him narrowly then with open suspicion but Kakashi merely looked faintly amused at his reaction before his hands moved to turn the other man around with little resistance.
"I'm just going to comb out your hair. You're too tense." A breathy and husky chuckle could be heard as the jounin reached for the comb lying atop the counter near the sink. Iruka had been surprised at the quiet sort of efficiency Kakashi had used in his organization of his bathroom. It was neater then the chuunin would have thought possible of the seemingly lazy and lackadaisical jounin.
At the first gentle tug at his now tangled and damp hair, Iruka tensed a bit but Kakashi proved to be surprisingly gentle in his ministrations as he slowly worked the knots and tangles out of the chuunin's hair. No one had combed his hair in...well...years actually. Not since he'd been a boy at least and Iruka found himself relaxing involuntarily beneath the silver-haired man's ministrations. Those rich chocolate brown orbs grew hazy and slowly relaxed with pleasure with each gentle stroke of the comb. If Iruka had been a cat, no doubt he'd have been purring by now.
He was not capable of such a thing however but Kakashi could tell by the slow relaxing of his shoulders and the draining of tension in his stance that the chuunin was enjoying things all the same. A mischievous little smile lit on Kakashi's lips then as he watched the silken play of Iruka's hair run through the teeth of the comb and how his own fingers were lost in that rich sable fall of gleaming chocolate.
Once Iruka's hair had been combed smooth, Kakashi continued to gently comb those dark strands if only for the simple please of watching Iruka's enjoyment of the movements. Eventually the comb would be put aside however as Kakashi settled his hands on Iruka's shoulders, pale fingers slowly kneading at the flesh there. His touch was not sexual and thus the chuunin took little offence to the movements though he did wince a bit when Kakashi found the knots and tensed muscles of his neck and shoulders.
"You really do need to relax, Iruka-sensei. You're a mess." The honorific had been sung out in a playful manner as Kakashi's chin came to rest on the other man's shoulders as those spiky silver strands tickled the sides of Iruka's neck until the chuunin fought down a squeak and tried not the squirm. He was especially sensitive at the back of his neck and that was exactly where those silver-grey strands were tickling.
"Err...sorry? It's been a long day." A note of panic entered Iruka's voice then if only for the fact that he was trying not to giggle like a schoolgirl…which all too evident, much to the chuunin's mortification.
"More like a long year I'd say." Kakashi noted with a low chuckle but thoughtfully moved his head so he wasn't torturing the chuunin. But that knowledge was stored away all the same and he continued to lightly massage the other's shoulders before peppering a soft line of testing kisses across the tanned skin he found there. A few scars marred the honeyed flesh but aside from that and the knots of tension, the chuunin's shoulders were sinfully delicious looking.
Logic warned Kakashi that Iruka would probably jump like a startled cat if he nibbled on the skin there so he reined in his more base urges and stepped away. "Come on." This earned him a baffled look but the Copy-nin merely smiled in his mysterious manner and lightly gripped Iruka's hand in his own so he could draw the chuunin out of the bathroom.
"What are you planning." Rightfully leery, Iruka nonetheless allowed himself to be pulled along as Kakashi guided in him into the bedroom. Wariness lit in those dark eyes when their destination was revealed and he'd just begun to gather himself to resist when Kakashi laid another slender fingertip to his lips.
"Don't panic. I'm just going to give you a massage. I'll keep my hands to myself...well mostly at least, hmmn?" Playful mischief gleamed in Kakashi's eyes before both turn upwards into a happy little smile which was revealed to be far more potent and endearing without the mask and obscuring things. "See, I've even got my clothes still on. I won't pounce you onto the bed and steal your virtue or anything."
Iruka eyed Kakashi warily and narrowly for a moment, his suspicion evident on his face before he nodded grudgingly. If he were honest with himself, he'd have admitted that even the light and testing massage to his shoulders had left him all but a ball of putty. And it was possible to give a massage without it being even remotely sexual, right? It was safe, right?
Why didn't he believe it either?
Not wanting to offend or hurt Kakashi's feelings however, Iruka found himself led to lie out on the bed. The jounin was grinning like a cat who'd just eaten the canary and had followed it up with a fresh bowl of cream. "Relax. Just close your eyes and enjoy it." Fighting back a mildly caustic remark, Iruka just snorted softly in quiet amusement and slowly closed his eyes. Kakashi left the bed long enough to retrieve a bottle of oil from a bedside drawer.
No doubt, if the chuunin's eyes had been open, he would have had a deliciously bug-eyed look of surprise on his face as he saw just what kind of oil it was. Okay...so maybe it was supposed to be used in a more...adult manner. Sure, it tasted like strawberries but it would get the job done, right?
Feline mischief filled Kakashi's face as he moved to straddled Iruka and he sat down on the other man's legs before the tanned man could jump off the bed. Those dark eyes had shot open and where glaring up at him but Kakashi simply smiled in his most innocent and innocuous manner and lightly moved his hand over Iruka's eyes to mask them. "Close your eyes and trust me." That husky murmur came, and when Kakashi's hand moved away from the other's face, those dark lashes lay in sable crescents across tanned features. "Good." Thus, the jounin then turned to his task. The cap was flipped open as he took a slightly perverted delight in turning it over so the viscous fluid rained down unto Iruka's shoulders to splash softly across the hollow between scarred shoulder blades.
A small trickle of the oil trailed slowly down the line of his spine to slowly trace out each and every bump of Iruka's backbone. The chuunin had flinched as if he'd been struck but a low, wordless murmur from Kakashi had him slowly relaxing and those pale hands went to work. Kakashi gathered the oil up in the palm of his hand, and smoothed it across those tense shoulders as he slowly began to work it into Iruka's skin.
Silence reigned between the two of them as Kakashi began the slow and tedious job of working the knots out of Iruka's shoulders and beneath his hands, Kakashi could feel the tension slowly ebb and flow out of the chuunin. Occasionally, he'd find a particularly stubborn and painful knot and Iruka's breath would still in his chest as he tried not to grimace. Kakashi could tell by the spasm of muscles beneath his thumb as he pressed into the knot that it was agony however and he followed each painful knot with a tender kiss to reddened and angry skin.
"Shhh...it'll go away...shhh..." Those whispered and softly soothing words would fill the air and Iruka could only marvel at the tenderness he found there. He would not have thought Kakashi capable of such tenderness, not after having seen the almost harsh and emotionless manner in which the man could tackle a situation.
Those soft murmurs and the tender strokes of Kakashi's fingers were lulling however and slowly but surely, the chuunin's muscles would grow lax and buttery beneath Kakashi's hands. A pleased smile curved the jounin's lips as he dropped them to press lightly against the back of Iruka's neck where those dark strands flowed like sable ink across the now relaxed curve of shoulder and neck. "See...that wasn't so bad, was it?" Iruka shivered minutely as Kakashi's words stirred the downy hairs there and he slowly managed to convince one eye peel open lazily enough to study the grinning man. A weak smile curved Iruka's lips and he nodded slowly. "Shall I continue?"
Mischief gleamed brightly in Kakashi's one visible eye, the shaggy fall of his hair now hiding the Sharingan from view and Iruka found he was unable to work up the wariness to doubt Kakashi's intentions. His mind and his body felt mushy….all but liquid with relaxation and Kakashi took his faint nod as permission to continue.
"Smells like strawberries." Iruka commented softly, his eyes slowly gliding open once more to peer up at Kakashi. The silver-haired man nodded with a grin before squeezing out a small dollop of the oil onto his finger so he could present it to the chuunin. "Scented?" Came the dark-haired man's bleary question and Kakashi's grin widened to a ghost of it's lecherous former self before that lone fingertip lightly painted Iruka's lips with the strawberry-flavored oil.
"Flavored," Surprise registered in Iruka's eyes and they widened fractionally, much to Kakashi's delight, as the finger smearing the oil across Iruka's lips. The faint catch in the chuunin's breath betrayed his nervousness as their playful banter and easy companionship slipped into something deeper and far more sensual. "Taste it….it's good." The tip of Kakashi's finger caught on the full lower curve of Iruka's bottom lip as he trailed it downwards to part the flesh softly. It rested there, the soft warmth of that pale flesh causing Iruka's lips to all but pulse with hypersensitive awareness. The chuunin did dare to lick hesitantly at the oil glistening softly on his lip however, and as promised, the flavor of strawberries exploded across his tongue. Iruka swallowed carefully as his mouth suddenly grew dry with nervousness.
Slowly and with great care, that tongue emerged once more to catch the last lingering traces of the sweet oil clinging to his upper lip but Iruka was a bit hesitant about going after the liquid on his lower lips considering Kakashi's fingertip resided there so achingly close to that sensitive tier.
Judging by the gleam of sensual mischief touching Kakashi's eyes, the jounin was all too aware of this fact.
Mildly put out, Iruka's eyes narrowed slightly at the silent challenge and he boldly swiped his tongue out to catch every hint of flavor coating his and Kakashi's skin. The audible catch of Kakashi's breath betrayed the jounin's surprise and the dilation of his pupils, one all but lost in the darkness of his right eye, showed just how much the man enjoyed even that slight brush. "It tastes good." Now it was Iruka's turn to be the tormenter and the smirk that quirked the corners of his lips had Kakashi's mouth going dry and the jounin swallowed painfully before nodding carefully.
"Now who's not playing fair?" The faint pout pursing Kakashi's lips only amused Iruka more and those dark chocolate eyes gleamed with mischief as his inner prankster cackled gleefully. In a twisted fashion, this was getting Kakashi back for all the stunts he'd pulled over the years. Judging from the dazed and slightly pole-axed expression on Kakashi's face, Iruka knew he'd won this particular battle and softly flicked his tongue across the scarred fingertip laying lightly against his lips.
"Who said anything about playing fair?" Iruka's voice was decidedly husky and a tad sensual as he purred those words out. The pale features of the jounin were tight with a ragged sort of need then, pain seeming to mingle with the desire he felt for the chuunin as Kakashi fought down the part of him that was all but screaming for him to finish the job right then and there by claiming the dark-haired man for his own. It wasn't arrogance or pride that told Kakashi that if he exerted his will here, Iruka would indeed fall into line but the part of Kakashi that still contained a small shred of humanity and moral conviction held him back.
He really needed to work on those annoying morals; they were seriously beginning to crimp his style. The shudder of the silver-haired man's breath filled Iruka's ear as Kakashi's face dropped to nuzzle at the crook of his neck. It was the warm wash of the jounin's tongue across that now flavor-kissed flesh that had a gasp catching in Iruka's throat however. "You taste like strawberries now. I could eat you up right here and now." That playful reminder was breathed softly into Iruka's ear before Kakashi's teeth nipped lightly over the erratic beat of Iruka's heart where the pulse fluttered as nervous and delicate as a captured sparrow. When Iruka didn't push him away, Kakashi could not stop himself from seeing just how much farther this game would be allowed to be played. Those oil slicked hands glided down the chuunin's back to map out the long lines of those lithe muscles and the sleek line of his waist to skim atop the faded and frayed waistband of the old pants he'd given Iruka to wear.
The muscles tensed and jumped beneath Kakashi's fingertips as Iruka squirmed with a yelp and the jounin grinned wolfishly before pressing his weight down on the back of Iruka's thighs to hold him in place. In doing so, Kakashi's groin rubbed tantalizingly against the firm line of the chuunin's rear and a groan clawed its way up Kakashi's throat.
Iruka made a strangled sound and went very still much like a small animal caught in a cat's claws would. Both men were far more affected by the involuntary movement then either cared to consider and even the infamous Copy-nin of Konoha found himself at a loss as he tried to convince his body that the majority of his blood belonged in the head atop his shoulders and not the one further south.
Finally, the silver-haired man managed to rein his lust in and he began to massage and work at the knots bunched up at the small of Iruka's back with the same tender attention to detail as he'd given to the other man's shoulders. "You're so tense. Don't you ever relax, Iruka-sensei?" He was trying to be conversational and thus distract himself from his current….predicament….
Iruka gladly grasped onto that distraction and Kakashi could feel that lean form tremble with a mirthless chuckle as Iruka moved his arms up to rest his cheek in a soft cushion of dark hair and supporting forearms.
"I never have time for relaxing, Kakashi-sensei, because even without the schoolwork and manning the mission desk, there's always something to be done around the village these days." Of course, Iruka didn't mention the reason he constantly forced himself to keep busy was so that he didn't have time to think or dwell on the painful memories of his life and the sad state of his existence. Without Naruto's constant influx of brightness and sunny happiness in his life, Iruka had found he was achingly lonely and lost without his young friend. He'd never have imagined getting so close to the kyuubi-host that he'd miss Naruto as much as he did, but after the boy had left, Iruka had found himself with his best friend and the person who'd become the closest thing he had to a family.
It was always strange how a person never appreciated something until it was gone.
"But what about you, Iruka-sensei," Kakashi's lips brushed the swell of Iruka's ear as the silver-haired man leaned down enough for those spiky strands to tickle the tanned flesh of the chuunin's neck and ear. "You need to just sit back and enjoy life sometimes. Because for people like us, tonight could very well be our last," Kakashi knew how abysmally cheesy that sounded and found himself making a mental promise to cut back on his Icha Icha Paradise intake. Because while those flowery and overdramatic words would work out for the suave and handsome heroes of the page, Kakashi knew that was not likely to help him much in real life.
Sure enough, the look Iruka granted him with was hardly amused and the note of cynical amusement touching those dark eyes had Kakashi biting back a grimace.
"That has got to be the lamest line anyone has ever tried to use on me." The unexpected wash of color across Kakashi's face as he blushed had Iruka's eyes widening fractionally. Kakashi was…err….was that even possible?
There was not doubt about it, the Copy-nin of Konoha, Sharingan Kakashi could indeed blush because the pale man was steadily approaching Tomato Impersonation levels of redness.
He really, really needed to stop reading Icha Icha Paradise and branch out a bit in his porn, Kakashi decided. How was Iruka to know that their conversation was following almost line for line a scene from volume 1; chapter 8 of Icha Icha Paradise? Of course, considering Kakashi was a genius who'd been reading those books far too long, he was able to quote the next line of the suave and handsome hero. "But it's the truth and if this was the last night I were to be alive, I can think of no where else I'd rather be then right here with you."
On the other hand, Kakashi highly doubted Iruka's reaction would be the same as that as the dainty and demure Lord's daughter, but hey…he could hope couldn't he?
Imagine his surprise when Iruka turned red, causing Kakashi to laugh outright as he found he was unable to stop himself. This seemed to annoy the blushing chuunin to no end however, and Iruka began to squirm and flail about as he attempted to shove Kakashi off. The jounin just calmly allowed the smaller man to flip and flail about on the bed until they were face to face before settling his weight once more on Iruka's thighs. Those strong hands fell to pin the other man's shoulder as all laughter faded from Kakashi's face only to be replaced by a quiet intensity.
"You're far too cute for my own good, did you know that." That quiet murmur reached Iruka's ears moments before Kakashi's lips were on his own and Iruka discovered he rather enjoyed kissing Kakashi. It wasn't something he'd have considered up until tonight but this entire evening had been surreal enough in it's eye-opening surprises that the idle thought didn't disturb Iruka as much as he'd have thought it would. Instead, he lost himself in the kiss and breathed a sigh of pleasure into the other's mouth as Kakashi sought entrance.
A distant part of Kakashi's mind did a small victory dance when they both found themselves growing more and more impassioned and well on the way to mutual seduction, a path they'd both been on up until Pakkun's rude interruption. Sadly, Kakashi had kept enough presence of mind to remember he was trying to take things slower then the usual 'Lets hop into bed and screw like rabid bunnies' route he usually preferred to take.
Surely indulging in this for just a little bit longer wouldn't be too bad….would it? Neither found themselves willing to pull out of the kiss as their tongues wrestled for dominance. Kakashi eventually won and he idly noted Iruka's arms come up to wrap about his neck in sweet surrender.
Eventually, Kakashi finally had to break the kiss so they could both breathe however and they broke apart slowly and lazily with a few soft kisses shared between them as both convinced themselves that breathing was indeed a necessary part of life. A decidedly dazed look gleamed brightly in Iruka's eyes as he looked up at Kakashi through a haze of lust and the jounin smiled fractionally at that bemused expression on the tanned-man's face.
"You're so beautiful." Kakashi couldn't help himself. He knew it was trite and damned cheesy sounding but in that moment, Iruka was more beautiful then anything he'd ever seen in his entire life. Seeing the normally prim and proper academy teacher laying there in his bed with those dark strands falling rumpled and messy atop his pillow; a dazed look of passion on that scarred visage…well it was more then Kakashi could resist and he proceeded to demonstrate to Iruka just how desirable he found him. Pale and unmasked lips were surprisingly supple and soft across Iruka's neck as Kakashi nibbled and licked his way along that strawberry flavored column. The tickle of stubble along Kakashi's jaw had Iruka fighting back a rather un-manly giggle.
"T…That tickles. Hehehe…." The squirming of that lithe form beneath his had Kakashi shifting his weight a bit to keep from being thrown off in the process, In doing so, their groins met in a very suggestive manner and both men froze with a twined catch of breath in their throats. Iruka stirred first and Kakashi arms nearly gave out on him in surprise as Iruka flexed his hips to grind their groins together once more. A choked off gasp caught in Kakashi's throat and he looked to the mischievous Iruka with a surprised expression on his face.
"You're such a tease." He grumbled and lowered his lips to Iruka's once more as they continued to rock and rub against each other for a few moments. The slide of his erection against Iruka's was nearly more then Kakashi's fraying control could bear and he finally had to slide away from that sweet sensation before they both made a mess of their pants. Iruka's dismayed sound of protest was music to the jounin's ears as he slowly slid down that tanned and lithely muscled form with a feline grin.
Here, the skin was not tainted with the taste of the oil and all Kakashi could taste was Iruka and his own unique textures tastes. Pale lips skimmed the jagged line of an older scar where it marred tanned flesh and Kakashi spent the next five minutes delighting in each and every unique change in texture and taste of Iruka's skin as he explored the chuunin's torso with a playful sort of thoroughness.
The feather soft caresses and touches of Kakashi's lips had Iruka alternating between melting and squirming until finally, the jounin's lips found the waistband of those faded pants. The air between them was thick with tension as Kakashi's gaze traveled up the length of Iruka's body to meet those dark and dazed eyes, seeking out silent permission to go on.
The chuunin did not force his hand away as those slender fingers slipped beneath the waistband to skim along the sensitive skin surrounding the flat plane of Iruka's taut belly. Finally, Kakashi hooked his fingers into the elastic and started to tug it down past the sharp juts of Iruka's hipbones, his lips seeking out more of that golden brown flesh with hungry kisses and nibbling teeth.
Surprisingly enough, Iruka didn't jump or force him away as his breath caught in his throat, those dark eyes watching Kakashi's movements with a wide-eyed sort of fascination. Tanned fingers twisted in Kakashi's bedding as the jounin traced the hollow of his navel and nibbled delicately on the skin there. "K…Kakashi…." The man's name was breathless upon trembling lips and Iruka clenched his eyes shut as pleasure shot through him with each tracing of pale fingers along the jutting bone of his hip. Kakashi had taken a delightful pleasure in teasing and licking his nipples and the jounin seemed to experience that same playful delight in exploring the curve of his belly the sensitive line of his hips.
But then, Iruka nearly shot off the bed with a yelp as Kakashi discovered just how ticklish he was when those silver strands tickled and brushed against the hollow if Iruka's hipbones and the chuunin half-curled in a protective manner as a hysterical laugh clawed its way up his throat. Completely thrown off his rhythm by Iruka's hands suddenly forcing him away, Kakashi blinked in surprise before chuckling softly at the wide-eyed and panicked look on the other man's face. He truly was too cute for Kakashi's own good.
"Ticklish much are we?" The low purr came with sultry airs as Kakashi leaned up to capture Iruka's lips once more in a drugged and drawn out kiss. He explored the chuunin's mouth with a lazy sort of languidness and merely trailed his hands across Iruka's skin with little rhyme or reason. Iruka was unable to form much in the way of conscious thought as Kakashi's calloused yet talented hands set each and every one of his senses on end.
He was drowning in Kakashi.
The feel of Kakashi's warmth bleeding through the dark fabric of his shirt as he laid across him. The taste of that hot mouth as the jounin drank from him with increased the passion. Each low groan of approval had Iruka's heart soaring and the satisfied smirk curving Kakashi's lips when they finally pulled away had a goofy grin filling Iruka's eyes. There was something unspeakably sexy about the fact that the jounin now had a delightfully lustful and hazy look in his eyes; lust that Iruka had managed to invoke within the mysterious jounin. The heat in Kakashi's eyes had Iruka trembling faintly and he raised a hand so he could trace the scar cutting across the handsome man's face with surprising tenderness.
The smile that crossed Kakashi's lips was inexplicably sweet and almost boyish in it's innocence as he nestled his cheek into Iruka's palm with a quiet sigh. "Kakashi-sen-" The press of a pale and scarred fingertip to his lips had Iruka stopping before he could utter that honorific and the chuunin smiled weakly before nodding in silent agreement to Kakashi's previous request. "Kakashi…." His lips moved against that slender finger and the jounin looked inordinately pleased. "I….I don't know how far you intend on-" Once again, Iruka was interrupted by that pale finger. The faint shake of Kakashi's head and the soft smile gleaming in the other man's eyes had warmth traveling through Iruka in a delicious shiver that worked it's tingling way up his spine.
"I'm not going to push you into something you're not ready for, Iruka. I desire you but I also value you and whatever it is we've got between us too much to throw it away on a quick lay." Did the other man even realize just how much those softly uttered words meant to a man like Kakashi? A man who'd spent most of his life fighting against forming attachments? Did Iruka realize just how inept and uncertain the jounin was in matters of the heart or how much Kakashi wanted it despite his fears and past heartbreaks? A quick fuck; that was something Kakashi knew and something he could accept easily but this was relatively new territory for the Copy-nin.
Perhaps it was old age setting in, perhaps he was simply growing too old to fuck around anymore but Kakashi found himself wanting something more then just a quick night of passion and an empty bed in the morning. He wanted to wake up to someone, to see the glow of love in sleep-hazed eyes. It wasn't something Kakashi thought he deserved but like most flawed and broken people, he craved what he didn't deserve or had any right claiming.
Deep down, Kakashi knew that if he were a true man, he wouldn't be entangling Iruka in his life, that he wouldn't dare claim the other for his own. Kakashi knew he wasn't a strong enough man to do so however, that he was not strong enough to deny his desires and thus he would dared to risk both of their hearts on something that he wasn't even good enough to deserve.
But something he needed and craved all the same.
"Kakashi…." The gleam of emotion in Iruka's eyes was unreadable and too confusing for Kakashi to make out but he understood Iruka's intentions all too well when the other's hand tangled in his hair and yanked him in for a heated kiss. There was a bit of fumbling in that heated aggression because Iruka was not used to taking the lead in such a violent manner. All the same, he got his point across clearly enough as they both fell back with a moan. "We're supposed to see what happens, right?" The chuunin tried to grin in a light-hearted manner but the uncertainty was evident in his gaze all the same, causing Kakashi to smile softly.
"To a certain extent, yes….we're going to take things slowly and see what happens. Right now I just want to make you feel good." A lecherous grin as Kakashi's duel-colored eyes bore into rich chocolate brown. "Well…that and see how loudly I can get you to moan my name…" Kakashi decided he could spend the rest of his life watching the flooding of color on Iruka's cheeks and never get bored. The chuunin was so delightfully open and genuine with his expressions. "Now….shall we get started?" Mischief lit in Kakashi's eyes as he lowered his face to nuzzle playfully at Iruka's cheek and the unsteady wash of the Iruka's breath across his face had Kakashi's mischievous side emerging all the more.
"Y…Yes…let's." Those words were music to Kakashi's ears and he kissed Iruka again with a happy little chuckle before settling in to achieve his goals of the night by making the chuunin moan his name loud enough to hopefully annoy the neighbors. It was a nice goal, if Kakashi did say so himself.
Hey, a man could hope, couldn't he?
A/N: CptnIndecision: If you think my very humble fanfics are good go check out the true masters of KakaIru fanfiction like ChibiRisu-chan, bite-the-hand-that-feeds, Isodle1, hercat and a gazillion other authors I could shamelessly plug for. Karaii: You're a dear for stroking my ego so shamelessly, thanks a lot...dk-joy: same for you and hopefully you will enjoy the smut-ness without Pakkun's interuptions... And Nezuko: I hope I've managed to keep you intrigued even through the emotional junk. And last, but not least, eyes0nme19: Yes there will be another chapter though it might be lemon and thus I'll have to link it directly to my LJ, we shall all wait and see what my yaoi smut devils have to say about this. I might pansy out at the last minute, who knows...;;