This came out longer than expected. oO But here it be!
Nice, Firm, and Perky, part 2
Iruka really did love his pillow. Not necessarily the pillowcase, but he did love his pillow. There was nothing like embracing his pillow in the morning when his bed lacked a certain long haired lover of his. But his pillow was special. It was perfectly packed with the correct ratio of goose and duck feathers, and a cotton liner so the feathers didn't poke through to stab him while sleeping. It was a wonderful pillow. Was being the past tense of is, in Iruka's case.
His most beloved pillow was now unfortunately, quite dead. No longer soft and welcoming, it looked foreboding and deceased. The blood that soaked through directly in the middle of the white expanse looked like a death blow someone had inflicted to this inanimate object. An indentation where Kakashi's head had for a short time lain was frozen in place. The blood, once red, had turning sickeningly brownish and hard. The mess was so hard it was near crispy. Such is the life of a pillow. Loved for all eternity, and killed gorily in its prime pillowness.
Iruka sighed and picked up the late, departed item, honoring it's life with a moment of thoughtful silence. "Hmm… better you than Kakashi." Iruka smiled warmly and tossed the pillow into the hallway for a later garbage run.
Kakashi was lucky to be alive. Genma had visited later that morning to check on Iruka and inform him of Kakashi's progress. (even if later that morning was still an ungodly hour)
Iruka thought back on Genma's comforting expressions, unable to help a bright smile.
"Ah, I'm sorry to come in so early, Iruka." Genma offered a bandaged hand out to the sleepy-eyed chuunin.
Iruka smiled as best as he could for the wee hours of 3 o'clock, "No, no, it's fine, please come in." he rubbed the sleep from his eyes wearily and stepped aside from the doorway.
Genma's senbon wagged as he chewed nervously. "You know… Kakashi saved our butts. I can't tell you how yet, I'm sorry-"
Iruka nodded in understanding. He knew the protocol better than most, having to teach it and run it in the missions office. "I understand, that's fine…" he assured groggily, still rubbing at his eyes.
The senbon sucking jounin nodded curtly, "Yeah.. you'll hear about it, but… I just thought I'd tell you… it wasn't his fault he got the shit kicked out of him… He… ah… you'll hear it eventually, when we're allowed to talk. Anyway. I came to tell you how he was doing!
"As much as we can get out of him through the concussion, is he used every ounce of his chakra and blasted his captors to hell before staggering away. Apparently he staggered straight off a flippin' cliff… Landed on the rocks below the water. Water slowed his fall thankfully, but he's all goofed up from the concussion." he mused, then hurriedly raised his eyes and waved his hands as if to erase the words, "But he's gonna be fine! Tsunade said he'll get better after he rests for a few days! He's already talking better, he's just a little… a little spacey and… and perverted is all…" His cheeks tainted pink.
Iruka's cheeks returned the pink hue, "Kami-sama… what has he said?"
Genma coughed and cleared his throat, "He was just uh, relating some of his and your … past… adventures together?"
The chuunin buried an embarrassed face in his palms, "Ugh… how many people has he babbled to?"
"Just… just the hospital staff and uh… and everyone who's visited him so far. He keeps saying you promised him porn." He coughed again and rubbed at his blood stained bandana. "So… the staff wants to send him home… because he keeps harassing the nurses about porn."
Iruka blanched, eyes wide in horror. "Oh. My. Goodness. He's like a broken record on Pervert mode, isn't he?"
"Yeah, basically."
"Ugh… When can I pick him up?"
"They're pleading for someone to do it soon. I had Raidoh go ahead and start preparing him for transport… I came by to see if you wanted him." he explained darkly, muttering to the ground as he explained his motivations. "He's been asking for you none-stop and all."
Iruka's lips tightened and he nodded, rubbing his temples and looking around the apartment. "Sure… I prepare a place for him. Do you think you two could handle bringing him back?"
"Of course, we'll be back in an hour." With the exciting news of 'Kakashi is going home', Genma jutsued back to the hospital. Iruka turned back to his ridiculously unkempt living room with a shudder from the frigid morning wind.
"Stupid heroic jounin. They're all ape-shit if you ask me." he snarled and went to find a cup of enticing coffee from the kitchen.
Coffee in one hand, dirty laundry in the other, Iruka went about cleaning and preparing for Kakashi's arrival. Mainly, he cleaned the sheets of the dirt and grime the bloody man had last night left across Iruka's bed. Kakashi would be spending most of his coming days in the bed in recuperation from whatever heroic endeavors that had destroyed his body.
It didn't take long for a soft knock on the door to call him to the hallway. His expected greeting, happy smiles from two semi-healthy jounin and maybe a tired moan from a third perverted jounin, did not appear to be in Iruka's favor this time. Instead, he was welcomed with two struggling jounin, snarling in annoyance, and one heavily bandaged jounin between them struggling valiantly to break down the door in his excitement.
"Porn!" Kakashi declared gleefully, glomping Iruka in his own doorway after escaping his captors. The ex-anbu smothered the little scar nosed teacher into the ground, cheek pressed down lovingly in fake innocence. A traveling hand cupped Iruka's ass, making his eyes go wide and round. Kakashi snickered and murmured giddily, "Firm and perky!"
"Kakashi!"
"Maaaa… I missed you." he nibbled at the tan collar bone that peeked beneath an unhealthily old sleeping shirt.
Iruka flushed, qualms of how to deal with his situation plaguing him. On one hand, Kakashi was seriously injured. There was the head wound, for one, plus the seven broken ribs and fractured hip bone. It wasn't like he could just kick Kakashi to kingdom come for his perverse activities.
Before further thought could progress, Kakashi had suddenly slipped his other hand up Iruka's shirt in attempts to rid the man of such pesky old clothing.
Oh, clothing was so overrated anyway!
Iruka screeched and flailed at Genma and Raidoh, abruptly commanding them to do something.
The two men flustered to pick the uncontrollable jounin from the floor, and hurried to detain him between them. Iruka gathered himself, nose and cheeks bright red as he lingered on angry and hesitant. "Can you please control yourself for just five minutes until we get you into a bed?" he pointed an incriminating finger at his boyfriend.
Kakashi followed the finger with his one eye, watching its graceful movements and gentle quivering. Even Iruka's fingers were asking to be taken! And far be it from Kakashi to not do as fingers told him to. He leaned forward and sucked the finger right into his mouth, tongue dancing along the lemony fresh digit and teeth capturing any protests. He suckled and mewled happily, chomping only when Iruka tried to yank free. Tongue action began to cloud Iruka's thinking now, as he felt uncannily violated by such an action.
Genma and Raidoh could only stare as Kakashi drunkenly molested Iruka's finger orally. It was really and interesting sight to see. Especially when he bit down to keep Iruka from escaping.
"OW! Ka-aack! Kakashi, let go!"
After some slow decision making, the walking bandage of a man reluctantly released his prize. He looked like a dog that had his toy taken away from him for no reason.
Iruka stepped as far back as he could and motioned to the bedroom. "Bed's ready. Keep him there until I come in." he ordered his Kakashi-guards stoutly. He was trying hard not to snarl the order, and could only wrinkle his nose in disgust at the wet pointer finger he now sported
The accompanying jounin both nodded and dragged the struggling man away, reluctant as the pervert moaned pitifully.
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"Are you going to behave?" Iruka was in the far corner of the room, watching Kakashi struggle against the invisible chakra restraints.
The dazed man nodded sadly. "I promise not to get up again."
"That was our last deal. I said I'd sit with you if you ate." Iruka explained slowly, as if trying to explain to a child. "If you will behave yourself now and eat all your breakfast, I will sit in front of you. And if you lean forward to grope me, I will have to take extreme measures." he warned calmly, stepping to the end of the bed. "Are you going to stop trying to molest me and eat?"
"Does it matter what I eat?"
"If it's not me than, no."
Kakashi pouted, having had his plans foiled already. He felt so sluggish, his genius abilities were lacking sorely. Usually he had a chance against Iruka, but not today.
"I promise to stop groping you and eat all my breakfast if you sit with me." He beamed so warmly that Iruka was nearly lulled into the false innocence. Nearly.
"Uh-huh. Well, I'm sitting at this end of the bed." Iruka repeated, sitting near Kakashi's feet finally and tapping the tray of food. "Eat it, you need food in you badly." he murmured, softly now, his voice turning a kind side out finally now that Kakashi had promised to stop groping.
The jounin leaned over his meal, wincing though as he did. "Ahh…" he sat up and held his ribs, a clarity through pain making him blink several times. "It's too far away… I'm sorry, can I eat later?"
Iruka's eyes welled in pity and sorrow. "Oh… oh, I'm sorry! I'll think of something, don't worry." he murmured lovingly, sliding off the bed and removing the troublesome food. "I'm really sorry, I didn't even think about that." he set the tray aside with guilt and held the plate in indecision, "Um, how-how would you like to eat it, then? You have to eat, Kakashi." He insisted quietly, reserved and sorrowful as he stared at the beaten man compassionately.
Kakashi smiled so warmly though, reaching a shaky hand as far as it would go, "I will hold it and eat, because Iruka says I need to eat." he promised, a bright yet pathetic smile on his face. He looked to be trying to maintain through some type of pain.
Guilt panged again and Iruka crawled onto the bed, "No, no, I will hold it, if you can just use the fork, I can hold the plate to you." he offered, kneeling on the bed beside his koi.
"No, no…" Kakashi took the plate and braced it against his chest. "Iruka is supposed to sit at my feet, remember? It is my punishment for groping." he picked up the fork, taking careful bites through bruised lips.
Iruka wanted to melt, "It's okay, you prom-"
"What kind of teacher would you be if you went back on your punishments? You must enforce your words, Iruka-sensei." Kakashi advised wisely, dutifully eating the breakfast Iruka had meticulously put together. A balanced diet was crucial after all.
"I…um… alright." Iruka sat at the foot of the bed, pulling his knees up and hugging them to his chest. "How do you feel?" he murmured.
Kakashi blinked dazedly, "What?"
"How do you feel?"
"Oh. I feel hungry." he decided, leaning back over his plate.
The teacher tried valiantly to excuse the odd behavior, knowing it was only temporary and he would live just fine till it passed.
Kakashi did as he was told properly, almost surprising Iruka since it had taken so much work to get the stupefied man to even sit still without reaching to molest him. Watching the poor white haired man though, Iruka noticed he was having a hard time simply using the once admirable dexterity Kakashi was famous for. His visible eye was glancing from side to side as if lost, and his fork would miss what he was aiming for. Every once in a while, Kakashi would have to set the plate down to rest, head drooping forward and arms hanging limp. Slowly, ever so slowly though, he consumed the food completely and set the plate aside. Upon reaching to set the fork down though, it collided with the side of the dresser and toppled from his weak grip to the floor.
"Ah! I'm sorry, Iruka…" he murmured, slowly beginning to lean sideways, but grabbing his ribs instead in sudden surprise.
"Don't move!" Iruka all but burst, jumping up and dashing around to the side of the bed, "I've got it." He murmured, a comforting hand coming to Kakashi's knee. He bent down and searched for fork that had fallen between the bed and the night stand, eyes so compassionate and worried for his lover.
Kakashi smirked.
He smirked and evil smirk befit for an evil man.
And an evil man he was.
Iruka yelped and smashed his head into the dresser, suddenly being yanked up by the hips and splaying in Kakashi's lap. The beat up man grunted in slight pain, but grinned ferally. "Aaah, Iruka-sensei… You are too cute sometimes." he purred, trapping the helpless teacher in a bone crushing hug.
Sudden strength.
Sudden clarity.
Sudden lust.
It all added up.
Iruka had been very, very duped.
"You stupid pervert!" he struggled carefully, wary of his lover's existing wounds, but weary of the perverse nature of the same man.
"I did was I was told, do I get a prize?"
"What?"
"I want you as my prize!" Kakashi beamed happily.
"I didn't mean it like that!" Iruka moaned, realizing the 'what' had been translated as, 'what would you like?'
Kakashi snuggled down onto the bed and rolled overtop of Iruka, trying to shift carefully as he did. "Maa… well that's what it sounded like." Kakashi nipped at Iruka's tan skin, eyes suddenly alive with thoughts of ravishing.
"Iruka, Iruka, Iruka…" he chanted, breathing in the deep smell. "Iruka is all I want." he was in a trance now, attached to Iruka's back with two strong arms, and one functioning leg.
True, the leg was wrapped around Iruka's thigh and pinning, but it was not threatening to badly. Nor were the capturing arms that seemed to be weakening slowly as the moments passed.
Iruka's fuming pout began to subside as he listened to the rants that the still stupefied jounin kept repeating. "Iruka, Iruka… I cried for you as I fell… and you pulled me out of the river." he murmured, eyes closing as he nipped and felt the skin he could reach on his love. The hands traveled and felt and loved every inch the subdued body could reach.
"Kakashi…"
"Mmm… Iruka, Iruka, Iruka…" he repeated quietly, voice slowly cascading into a whisper. "Iruka is my reason for being here… I live for Iruka… and only Iruka…" he went limp now, forehead nuzzling into the brown chocolate locks he so adored. "Iruka, Iruka, Iruka…" he repeated one last time, then became imminently silent.
Iruka shifted experimentally, the skinny jounin sliding awkwardly to the left of him. He slipped out from beneath the dead weight, aware of the soft snores that emanated from the bandaged-clad man.
Iruka heaved a deep breath and wiped at his eyes, not realizing that there had been fear in his heart until it had ebbed. What he had been afraid of, he wasn't sure exactly. Maybe it had been the odd ranting, possibly the content of his words and how demented he'd sounded.
In any case, Iruka leaned down and kissed Kakashi with a heartfelt press of lips to lips. "I'm right here… when you need me." he promised quietly, nuzzling the pale neck he had once or twice marked for his own self-claim to the man. Nodding off, he snuggled carefully into the body beside him, sighing and reaching for his pillow. Ah. That's right. His pillow no longer existed.
Maaa... I was thinking of a third chapter... but it would be more serious and fluff filled. This is a good ending though, isn't it? Maybe? Possibly? Or does that little dramatic bit need explaining? Hmm... well. I couldn't help myself with this next short bit. Here it is, Andraia famous and random...
Omake!
Kakashi stirred. He winced and bumped into a lithe body beside him. Immediately, with the glee of a child finding a cookie in his lunch, Kakashi dove for Iruka's cute little figure.
Iruka gasped and jerked awake, struggling against his attacker half-heartedly. "Ka-kakashiiii!" he mumbled into the ravishing lips.
"You promised me porn!"
"I bought you porn! You fell asleep after you mauled me though!"
"You bought me porn? I wanted you to be my porn!"
"WHAT!"
"You promised!" Kakashi began removing the overly layered clothing from his petit chuunin's body.
"I'm going to fricking BURN all those books you hentai bastard!" Iruka latched onto the bed post in an attempt to pull away.
"You PROMISED ME PORN!" Kakashi clung to Iruka's pants as the teacher struggled for escape. "Give me porn!"
"I'm going to smack you in the head SO HARD that it will knock you STRAIGHT!" Iruka snarled in return.
…
Outside the door Genma and Raidoh stood in silence, eyes meeting. "Maybe now isn't the best time to give Kakashi his "Get Well Soon" porn basket, is it?"
"No. I'd say not."