Hi everyone! Back again with another, longer chapter! This chapter had been heavily edited with the naughtiness, but if you want to read the full version it can be found at:
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Kakashi smiled happily behind his orange book. If he hadn't been more of a ninja he might have giggled gleefully. He gently squeezed the hand that lay in his own and revelled in the small squeak that emitted from the man beside him. He glanced over to see Iruka blushing furiously. Every so often the chuunin would glance around almost nervously. Kakashi watched him, slightly annoyed that he seemed so embarrassed but Iruka hadn't let go of his hand, even when someone had past them.
One step at a time.
A street lamp flickered above his head, causing Kakashi to look up. Sighing softly he closed his book and slipped it into the front pocket of his jacket.
"It's gotten dark already." He said softly. Iruka looked up and blinked in surprise. He hadn't even realised.
"You're right." The chuunin said, "I should be getting back. I have to get up for…"
Iruka stopped suddenly causing Kakashi to lurch backwards as he kept walking,
"Iruka?" the Jounin asked concerned by the strange look across the chuunins face.
"Work!" Iruka cried out suddenly, "I still have all those papers to mark!" he dropped Kakashi's hand and began pacing, "I'd completely forgotten about them!"
"You…" Iruka said, rounding on the Jounin, "This is entirely your fault!"
"Wha?" Kakashi blinked unbelievably, "How is that my fault?"
"If you hadn't had sauntered in and distracted me…" Iruka argued, crossing his arms in front of him and turning his back to the Jounin. Kakashi just smiled and walked up behind Iruka, sliding his arms around the teachers waist,
"But it was a good distraction." He purred into the chuunins ear and he felt Iruka shiver, "And I do not saunter."
"Perhaps." the chuunin smiled slightly, "but still, I'll never get them all finished tonight."
"You will if I help you." Kakashi said, leaning his head over Iruka shoulder to look at his face,
"You would?" The sensei asked turning his head, his cheek brushing the soft material of the copy ninja's mask.
"Of course." Kakashi replied, nuzzling Irukas cheek, "Anything for my favourite sensei."
Iruka smiled and spun himself around to face Kakashi, "Then let's go." He said cheerfully, grabbing Kakashi's hand and dragging him off down the street.
Kakashi, who stumbled along, had the sneaking suspicion he'd just been played.
Kakashi sighed and let his last pile of marked papers fall into the larger heap in front of him. Letting out a yawn, the Jounin stretched his body out, flexing lithe muscles and wriggling his toes in a vain effort to attract the attention of his companion who was currently sat on the floor, his back resting against the back of the couch Kakashi was laying on. Kakashi smiled as he watched him, once again wearing his black turtle neck, having removed his jacket earlier. A red pen hung loosely from Irukas lips as he frowned at the paper in his hand. Every so often he would take the pen from his mouth and scratching out certain sentences or words, mumbling to himself.
Kakashi let out a soft huff of laughter and sat up, leaning forward to bring his face close to the side of the chuunins,
"Are you finished yet?" he purred softly against Irukas bare neck, grinning when the chuunin jumped under his breath.
"A-almost." Iruka replied nervously, "I'm on the last one."
"Good." Kakashi whispered, drawing his mask down to press his lips against Irukas neck, "because I've got some more distracting to do."
Iruka watched as a gloved hand reached down in front of him and the last marked paper was pulled gently from his hands and placed on a pile with the others. The same hand then reached round and touched his cheek, pulling his face around to meet the gloriously unmasked features of its owner. Kakashi smiled down at him and Iruka felt the now familiar flutter in his stomach as Kakashi pulled his face towards his. Un-masked lips softly brushed against his own, soliciting a soft whimper from the chuunin.
Obviously encouraged, Iruka felt Kakashi press harder, bringing his hand around the back of his head, pulling his mouth against his. Iruka shifted himself up onto his knees, twisting his body round to face the Jounin, all the time never breaking contact. The Jounins mouth was soft against his and surprisingly gentle. Kakashis hand slipped from behind his head to the nape of his neck sending delicious shivers across his skin. Iruka brought his arms up and snaked them around Kakashis shoulders as the Jounins other arm came down about his waist. Suddenly, Iruka felt himself jolted upwards as Kakashi pulled him up and onto the couch to kneel between the older mans legs. Iruka felt his heat thud harder as Kakashi reached up with both hands, cupping the chuunins face bringing it back to his own. Their mouths met once more, stronger and fiercer than the first kiss and Kakashis hand began to roam away from Irukas face to follow the contours of the chuunins shoulders and back, pulling his body against his. The force of the forward movement caused Iruka to put out his hands to brace himself but instead of landing either side of the Jounin like he had intended, his hands landed on the older mans thighs brushing an extremely sensitive area.
Kakashi moaned loudly against Iruka mouth and the chuunin startled, "I- I'm sorry." Iruka said, pulling away from the kiss and hastily moving his hands away. Kakashi smiled at his lovers' shyness and shook his head. Kakashi took Irukas hands in his and placed them back on his thighs,
"Don't be." He said softly, smiling at the furious blush that appeared on Irukas face as he leant in to kiss him again. Iruka fought against his fluttering stomach and kissed the Jounin back with as much energy as he could muster. He wanted Kakashi to know he wasn't some embarrassed little school boy, a naïve child that didn't know between love and lust. Not that he was in love with the Jounin. Of course he wasn't, he barely knew the man. Apart from knowing his full name and history, when he graduated, how many missions he had completed (and even the ones he hadn't), what he favourite food was, what books he read and what his favourite colour was, he barely knew him at all.
With some new found confidence Iruka deepened the kiss, bringing his hands up to tangle in the wild mess of Kakashis sliver hair. Iruka moaned softly as Kakashis hands roamed over his back, cupping his ass. In retort Iruka moved his hands ever so slightly, his thumbs stroking Kakashis inner thigh. The Jounin moaned in response allowing Iruka to slip a wet tongue into the older mans mouth letting it flick against his.
Kakashi mumbled softly in surprise at Iruka sudden forcefulness but delighted in how the chuunin grew more self-assured, his touches becoming more frequent, letting Kakashi know that this wasn't all some dream, that Iruka wanted it just as bad as he did.
The pair fought with their mouths, Kakashis ever wandering hands slide around and under the front of Irukas shirt, getting a sharp intake of breath from the chuunin as cold hands met warm flesh. Kakashi smiled into their kiss as he felt his own jacket being removed and he shirked his shoulders allowing the object to fall to his elbows before momentarily removing his hand from Iruka to throw the jacket on the floor. Immediately his hands moved back under Irukas shirt, rubbing and testing the skin his fingers found, feeling out every bump, scratch and scar.
Kakashi heard Iruka gasp, breaking away from his mouth as nimble finger stroked the chuunins sides. A small laugh escaped the Jounins mouth as he repeated his actions only to have his hand swatted away. Kakashi grinned as the frowning face of Iruka met his eye. With one swift movement Kakashi lifted the bottom of Irukas shirt up and over his stomach, causing the chuunin to lift his arms, but Kakashi stopped at his shoulders, effectively trapping his arms against his side and covering his face,
"Kakashi, what are you-"
Iruka stopped as Kakashi stooped low and ran his tongue only the sensitive skin covering his ribs and gasped loudly. He felt the Jounin chuckle against his side and press his warm lips against him. Iruka struggled to get the shirt away from his face to see what was going on, when he felt Kakashis tongue flick out again, leaving a wet trail up his chest. Iruka bucked against Kakashi mouth as his lips descended upon a dark nipple, toying with it gently. Iruka tugged again at his shirt but only succeeded in trapping himself further. Kakashi moved slowly, kissing his way across the other mans chest, stopping briefly to suck or nibble at particularly inviting parts of Iruka.
When Iruka did finally remove the offending item, it was just in time to see Kakashi blinking up at him innocently as he slowly dragged his tongue across Irukas collar. Iruka scowled and pushed Kakashi back, grabbing the bottom of the Jounins shirt and pulling it up and off completely, mumbling something about not playing fair. A laugh caught in Kakashis throat as Iruka pushed the older man back against the couch and crawled over him, positioning his hands either side of his head. Kakashi groaned as Iruka lowered his head to Kakashis neck, kissing the white flesh that appeared now it was free of his mask and shirt. The chuunins lips moved quickly across his collar bone, dipping once into the hollow of her shoulder causing the Jounin to shudder beneath him.
Kakashi moaned once more, his excitement now painfully obvious against the restricting material of his pants. Iruka chuckled softly against Kakashis skin as the Jounins movements became more desperate, trying hard to gain some control over Iruka actions. Growling, the Jounins gloved hands grasped at Irukas shoulders pulling the man down over him, pressing his body against his. Both men groaned as their hips clashed, arousals rubbing against each other. Kakashi pushed his mouth against Irukas, kissing the younger man furiously. The Jounins hands worked down Irukas body, along his back before sliding round to the front of the teachers pants, carefully unbuckling his belt. As Kakashis nimble fingers brushed under the waistband, Iruka shot up and froze. A furious blush was spread across his cheeks and he stared downwards, avoiding Kakashis eye.
Kakashi paused and looked up, removing his hands and sitting up on his elbows.
"Iruka?" he asked softly. The chuunin swallowed, breathing heavily,
"Maybe- maybe we should stop."
Kakashi blinked his one visible eye and frowned, "Why?"
Iruka looked up suddenly, opening his mouth and then closing it. Why should they stop? It wasn't like he didn't want this and they weren't doing anything wrong. They were both single, both unattached. But what if…
"Iruka," Kakashi called again when he didn't answer, "I want this and I want you, but if you're unsure..."
Iruka shook his head and looked at Kakashi, the one dark eye fixed upon his, the other hidden beneath the Jounins protector. For a moment his eyes flickered to the thin scar that ran out from under the band stopping half way across his cheek, a stark pale line on even paler skin, the only evidence of what lies underneath.
Look underneath the underneath. Iruka smiled to himself, remembering the first time Kakashi had said that to his team and the look of confusion on Narutos face. He looked back at the scar, another reminder of the mystery that was Hatake Kakashi and the dangers the lives of a ninja contained. The chuunin swallowed hard. Whatever happens, will happen and he'd worry about it when it did. Besides, who knows when he'd ever get a moment so perfect again?
Carefully, so as not to startle the other man, Iruka lifted his hand, running his fingers up Kakashis cheek stopping on his headband. He glanced briefly at Kakashis visible eye before gently pushing the band up and off the Jounins head. Iruka felt Kakashi shudder underneath him as his whole face was finally revealed,
"Look at me." Iruka asked quietly. Kakashi raised his eye to his but kept the scarred one closed.
"Properly."
Grudgingly Kakashi opened both eyes and stared up at him. The sharingan swirled back and forth before settling on Irukas face. The teacher stared for a moment before smiling warmly. He lent down and placed a gently kiss on Kakashis brow, just above his scarred eye. Iruka felt a gust of breath rush past his neck as Kakashi exhaled a breath he probably didn't realise he was holding.
When Iruka lent back he found Kakashi smiling up at him. The Jounin reached up and pulled off Irukas protector along with the tie holding back the chuunins hair, letting it fall about his face. He reached around and fanned out the hair in his fingers, letting the dark tresses slip through his hands. Slowly he brought Irukas mouth back down to his.
Tonight they weren't Konoha ninjas, they were Iruka and Kakashi.
The teacher and the pervert.
Kakashi smiled happily to himself as he lay on the couch, one arm wrapped protectively around the sleeping man on top of him. Shifting slightly, the Jounin reached down and pulled the blanket further up their bodies, when he felt his lover move against him. Iruka yawned against Kakashi, lifting his head and blinking owlishly at the Jounin.
"Morning" Kakashi smiled at the faint blush that appeared on Irukas face,
"Good Morning" Iruka replied, grimacing as he felt the twinge in his back from sleeping on the couch. He flexed forward to crack his back, inadvertently pushing himself up against the Jounin.
"Next time let's do it in the bed room." Iruka joked, rubbing his back carefully. Kakashi stifled a moan and grinned lecherously, "Alright, then."
"Wha- where are you taking me?" Iruka asked surprised as Kakashi slipped of the sofa and bundle the young chuunin, blanket and all, into his arms. The Jounin merely smiled,
"To the bedroom."
A/N: Squee.. I know I chickened out of full smut again. I'm such a wimp. But I did attempt it in the unedited version, so if it's really pants please don't yell at me. I'm a girl I have no idea how this stuff works!