Title: Mornings We Have Felt on Highs
Prompt: Velvet
Author: Kita
Rating: R
Iruka woke slowly and blinked at the lights of the tree twinkling in the dim light of pre-dawn. Why was he—? He felt the burn of abused muscles and a pleased, sated grin grew on his face. Oh, right.
There was a warm arm draped over his waist, but Kakashi showed no signs of stirring. Iruka hid a smirk at the sight of the great copy-nin laid bare, his pale face half-buried in a pillow and those sinful lips parted slightly. He was drooling slightly.
In a gross way it was… kind of cute.
Iruka slipped out from under the arm and stood, stretching languorously. He winced as his spine popped and his decidedly well-pounded ass protested. He hurt, but it was a good ache. He smirked. It was the ache of the very well fucked. Moving deliberately, he limped to the bathroom, snagging a couple of towels along the way.
He made no effort to hide the sounds of his movement, because that would wake Kakashi up more surely than anything. If he tried to be quiet, the nin's sleeping mind would interpret that as a threat and he'd come up fighting. But the quiet sounds of someone who was making no effort to hide their presence would not cause those honed instincts to trigger. Besides, it would be fun to wake Kakashi up…
He winced as an injudicious step reminded him just how much he hurt. … After he'd warmed up and loosened up in the shower, then he'd enjoy waking Kakashi.
Iruka paused inside the bathroom to study his reflection. There were bruises on the slope of his hipbones and red marks ringing his throat. He fingered a perfect bite mark right where his neck joined his shoulder, pleased with the tender, warm feel of the abused flesh. Smiling, he turned on the water as hot as he could bear it and stood beneath the pounding spray long enough to loosen his muscles.
He cleaned up and treated himself for some of the more painful marks he'd garnered last night. Not that he regretted a single one of them. Not one…
Still smiling, he slipped on a pair of boxers and gingerly padded back out to the living room. Kakashi had rolled over into the warm spot he had left behind. His chakra patterns indicated he was close to waking. Iruka smiled at him and bent to tug the heavy velvet blanket up over one pale shoulder. He had left his mark too, in red scratches on that pale flesh and a purpling love-bite on the column of his throat. But with his mask, his would be nowhere as visible as Iruka's. The chuunin would have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow when the kids came over. He intended to have them sleep over and wake up here on Christmas morning.
He moved slowly as he prepared breakfast for them, favoring his abused muscles. He felt Kakashi drift closer to waking and moved things off the heat to pad back out into the living room. He bent and dropped a kiss on Kakashi's temple, smiling as both eyes drifted open, the sharingan spinning slowly before Kakashi realized and shut it. Iruka handed him the strip of black silk he had used before. "Go ahead and grab a shower. I'll have breakfast ready soon."
Kakashi nodded and padded off to the bathroom.
Iruka was nearly done with the cooking when warm, slightly damp arms slid around his waist and a voice breathed in his ear. "Looks like I need more practice."
"Mmm?"
"You're up and walking around." Kakashi murmured against his neck. "I must not have done my job right."