(K+I)-2

They arrived very early in the morning. A small bus took them to the hotel, and now Iruka was staring at his reflection in the mirror.

He didn't like what he saw there.

"How, pray tell me, am I going to go on excursion?" he asked the certain person present in the room, who in his opinion was to blame. "I look like..."

"Don't go there!" Laughing quietly, Kakashi reached for his bag. "Really, calm down, Iruka. You can safely go on excursion, no one knows you in this region."

Angry Iruka quickly turned around and glared daggers at him. "With these swollen and cracked lips and red-skinned cheeks and chin, Kakashi, I look like a whore! I can't show my face to respectable people!"

Kakashi grunted, tossing through his bag and speculating who exactly, in Iruka's opinion, were 'respectable people'.

"What? Why are you laughing? Is it funny? You should have shaved, Kakashi!"

"I'm not laughing," Kakashi said with a wide unconscious grin. "I was in such a hurry; I had no time to shave at all. I'm sorry. Who'd know your skin was so sensitive? Well, I could guess it was, but…"

His spiel didn't make Iruka any little bit calmer.

"Then you shouldn't have kissed me, you!" he pointed, raging.

Kakashi froze, definitely shocked by that suggestion, and shook his head.

"No, Iruka. That was impossible. How could I not kiss you? You, who was so pliant in my arms? Impossible!"

Iruka's already reddened cheeks now were in flame. He was simultaneously flattered, happy, angry, excited, raged and felt that certain warmth starts to gather in his groin. His hands clenched into fists. That sly bastard! What could he do about him?

Iruka gritted his teeth and tried to think rationally, like an adult he actually was. What should he do with him? Shout at him? Blame him? Teach him a lesson? Or maybe forget about his ruined skin and jump him and kiss him senseless?

"You...!"

Kakashi stopped tossing through his bag and straightened.

"Here," he threw a piece of dark cloth in Iruka's direction, "try this on."

With this sudden distraction, Iruka stopped his furious thoughts. He caught the piece of cloth and stretched it with his fingers.

"What is this? Are you serious?" He gave the smirking man a surprised gaze and turned back to the mirror. Accurately, he tugged the cloth on his head and down, fixing it above his nose and lips. Then he laughed.

"You know, Kakashi, after trying this mask on, I think my bare face is less outstanding!"

"I told you, right?" nodded Kakashi.

Iruka looked at the silver-haired man through the mirror.

"Why do you have a mask? Are you, maybe, a gangster?"

In fact, he knew nothing about the silver-haired man's life, but here he was, spending his weekend with him, sharing a room with him, letting the man kiss him as much as he wanted. And he wanted a lot, for sure!

Gosh, that man was abusing Iruka's lips five hours in a row! Not that Iruka couldn't stop him, of course. He enjoyed the treat, every second of it.

Who'd know that after kissing so intensively and for so long Iruka's skin and lips will be so damaged! Well, if someone knew, it wasn't Iruka. Because Iruka had no such experience before. He wondered if his silver-haired pen-mate knew about the possibility of this effect, but made it to Iruka nevertheless.

"I'm not a gangster, I'm a ninja," Kakashi declared, returning Iruka to reality.

Iruka grunted and turned to Kakashi.

"How do I look? Dangerous, no?" He squinted at Kakashi flirtatiously, doing his best to make his eyes expressive above the dark cloth. After that performance, Kakashi quickly crossed the room and stopped right in front of Iruka.

"You look formidable," he murmured, entwining his arms around Iruka's waist.

"You mean - so scary?"

"I mean unbearably sexy. And I think we can spare that excursion and stay here until your skin heals." Kakashi leaned forward and kissed Iruka on the still covered with the cloth lips.

Iruka frowned.

"But I wanted to go on that excursion!" he said firmly. "Besides, I doubt my skin can heal if you continue to kiss my lips."

"Then I'll kiss you elsewhere!"

Iruka tugged the mask down, revealing his abused cheeks and cracked lips with slight hint of a smile. "Where's elsewhere?"

"Why, wherever you want it to be. For example," Kakashi dropped to his knees in front of Iruka and raised his shirt, "here?"

He kissed Iruka's exposed stomach once, twice, thrice, and then slowly tracked with the tip of his nose a circle around Iruka's belly button.

Iruka moaned. Kakashi couldn't say if it was a moan of appreciation, or the man was making an effort to protest. He raised his head and looked at Iruka's face.

"No good here? Should I go lower?"

Iruka's breath caught in his throat.

"You…" he mumbled hoarsely. "Why would you want to do something like this?"

Kakashi smirked at the shy Iruka.

"Why do you think?"

There was a pause.

Iruka looked down at the kneeling Kakashi. Kakashi stared up at him with a wicked smile on his lips and hungry glint in his eyes.

All of a sudden, Iruka grabbed Kakashi under his armpit and pulled him up. It was so unexpected, Kakashi obeyed without a word.

"Come on, hurry up, or we'll be late for our excursion!"

Iruka tossed the handbag into Kakashi's arms and almost ran to the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he turned back and glared.

"Are you going with me or what?"

Kakashi slowly shook his head and followed him out of the door.

"You are perfect," he said as they walked down the corridor.

"How so? I thought my skin was too sensitive?"

Kakashi shrugged and reached for his hand.

"We are going to work on that," he declared, entwining his fingers with Iruka's.

Iruka smirked and immediately regretted it, because that way his abused cheeks hurt even more.

"What am I doing here with you?" he wondered quietly. He could be angry just a while ago, but he actually felt good near that strange man. And he knew he wanted to spend time with him.

Kakashi pretended he didn't hear the last phrase, but his smile widened.

Hand in hand, they went out of the hotel's doors.