WARNING: This Chapter of the story is rated NC-17. Lots of sex and not much else. Again, warnings apply. Please remove all electronic or easily damaged items from the area heretofore known as the "Drool Zone." Please have tissues and mops standing by. Blood transfusion equipment would not be considered amiss either. Please remove the elderly and small children to a safe distance as squee's of delight may damage delicate hearing. Thank you for your consideration. Please return all seats and tray tables to the upright positions and thank you for reading with KakaIru Comm.

Title: Not a Silent Night
Prompt: Silent Night
Author: Kita
Rating: NC-17

Kakashi waited for Iruka's reaction, feeling his heart throb painfully. He'd had many reactions to his bared face over the years, from fear and revulsion to lust.

Calloused fingers brushed his cheek, sliding down to trace thin lips. Then down to glide over a sensitive white line of scar tissue where an enemy had once made a determined effort to slit his throat. He had to fight not to move as those fingertips ghosted over the sensitized flesh. Then, lips followed those curious fingers and he tipped his head back with a groan.

"Why hide this behind a mask?" Each word was a puff of warm breath against his skin and he couldn't stop a shiver.

"Too many people saw the face of the dead in the face of a boy. It was too much to deal with so I took to wearing a mask." Kakashi breathed, distracted by the warm fingers that had slipped under his shirt to tease his nipples.

Iruka hummed softly against his throat. "I see a warrior and a teacher and most of all, just the face of a man I want."

Kakashi sighed and tipped his head down to seal his lips with Iruka's. The chuunin tasted of chocolate and sugar and the flavor was addictive.

Iruka pressed forward, breathing hard into the kiss. "Need you. I've been way too fucking patient. Want you now." His teeth fastened on Kakashi's lower lip and worried it almost hard enough to draw blood.

Kakashi chuckled low in his throat. "Whatever happened to 'long, slow and hard,' Sensei?"

Iruka did draw a bead of blood that time, but his tongue was swift to soothe the hurt and lave away the crimson droplet. "Don't call me sensei in that tone of voice. I want to hear you saying my name when we're in bed together." He nipped his lip again, softer this time. "I want the hard now. We'll get to the slow part when the edge is off. Right now, I want you so damned bad I can't even see straight."

Kakashi purred as one of those wandering hands slipped lower and traced the waistband of his pants. "All you had to do was ask, Sensei."

That earned him a hard bite on the ear. "Don't call me that. I don't want to get a hard-on every time a student calls me sensei."

"R-right…" Kakashi lost the power of speech as those firm fingers slid inside his pants and wrapped around his swelling erection. "Nnngh…"

Iruka's brown eyes sparkled. "And I think long is right here." He teased, stroking Kakashi's cock firmly. "And I want it now."

"Dammit…" Kakashi couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough. Iruka calmly skinned out of his pants and helped his flustered lover get free of his. Kakashi felt a cold tube of lube shoved in his fingers and Iruka pushed his hand down.

"Now…" He whispered huskily. "I'm all out patience."

Kakashi found he was all out of patience too and hurriedly slicked his fingers. Iruka leaned back against the cushions, lifting his leg over Kakashi's shoulder to provide him with easier access. Kakashi's cock swelled almost painfully at the sight of all that tanned skin spread out invitingly beneath him. He stroked the dusky cock as he slipped an exploratory finger into Iruka. The chuunin gasped and threw his head back, pushing himself further onto that finger. He groaned low in his throat, that sound making Kakashi's groin throb with the desire to be buried in that lean body.

Kakshi added a second finger, feeling for the spot that would make Iruka see stars. He remembered how good it had felt when Iruka had found his and he wanted Iruka to feel the same way. He knew he'd found it when Iruka yowled like a cat. "Oh, hell, do that again!"

He did and watched as Iruka thrashed, his brown hair fanning out on the pillows. Iruka shot his hands out and caught his forearms. "Enough. I won't break! Get your ass into gear."

Kakashi gratefully took the invitation for what it was, slicking his own throbbing cock and positioning it at the inviting entrance. He took a steadying breath as the head slipped inside, the warm pulsating heat almost enough to make him lose it. Iruka cried out softly and arched up as he slid in until his balls rested against Iruka's ass. Gritting his teeth, Kakashi held himself still as the grip around his aching cock eased. Iruka grunted and wrapped the leg not on Kakashi's shoulder around the older ninja's waist. "Move. Pound me through the floor before I go mad."

Kakashi could only obey, slipping out of the grasping confines of Iruka's ass only to thrust back in harshly. Iruka growled and slammed his head back against the cushions, his clawing fingers leaving scores on Kakashi's skin. He wasn't quiet in bed, alternately growling, moaning and cursing. "Yessss, harder…"

Kakashi arched his back and thrust in deep. Iruka's eyes rolled back and his fingers scrabbled for a grip. "Ooohhhh…!"

Kakashi stilled for a moment, fighting the urge to thrust unto the willing body below him until he exploded. He was so close, but Iruka was closer, sweating and moaning; muscles clenching around the cock that impaled him. A low whine escaped Iruka's throat as he stopped moving. "Oh, crap, move, damn you!" he snarled, pushing his hips up for more of the friction that was denied him.

Kakashi stilled him, one hand pinching his erection just hard enough to hold back the orgasm. Iruka's fingers dug unto his skin hard enough to leave bruises. "Damn you, move!" He wailed.

Kakashi smirked and moved just enough to keep Iruka teetering on the edge of madness. "I…oh, hell," he grunted. "I have a question. And I'll be too happy to stay r-right fucking here until I g-get an answer."

Iruka's eyes were glazed in a flushed face and he snapped, teeth flashing in the dim light. "What?"

"What's the d-deal with all the masked shirts?" Kakashi gritted out, rotating his hips just a little to keep Iruka balanced on that razor's edge.

Iruka blinked and stared at him, before a slow smile curled up his lips. "That's all?" He growled and tugged Kakashi down until his lips were brushing his ear. "You have me like this and all you can think to ask about are those damned shirts? Fine…" He began to whisper, his breath hot and sending shivers down Kakashi's spine. He punctuated the last word with a sharp bite to Kakashi's earlobe that had the jounin snapping his hips forward, his hand losing his grip on Iruka's cock.

Iruka flung his head back with a keening cry, coming hard between them. The rhythmic pulsing of his muscles around Kakashi pulled him over the edge too and he came inside Iruka's body, the last contractions of the chuunin's orgasm milking him dry. His arms gave out and he slumped down on the tanned chest below him.

When he could manage to get his breath back, he regarded Iruka with a single gray eye, heavy-lidded with satiation. "Are you kidding me?" He husked, still winded.

Iruka smirked and lapped at his abused earlobe, sending fresh blood surging through his groin. "What, you were expecting some sort of deep, dark secret? Now, Kakashi, I seem to remember something about me not being able to walk come the morning. You've got some more work to do if we're going to get those results." He tugged Kakashi's head down for another bruising kiss. "A lot more work." He purred.