Chapter Seven
Want
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His time was up. Gai-sensei would be there any second and he hadn't done what he was told to do. What was he going to do? Sweating already in the morning heat, Iruka waited for his trainer. It wasn't long before the bushy eye-browed Jounin came into sight.
"It is a beautiful and wonderful morning for our training, isn't it, Iruka-san?" Gai boomed as he jogged closer. "Are you ready?"
Iruka gave him a sick smile and nodded. There was no way he was going to complete the extra twenty cobra stretches, push-ups and pull-ups. Sobbing to himself, Iruka set out after the fading Gai. Two hours and a torn bicep later, Iruka gulped cool water from his bottle. Placing the bottle on his right bicep, he sighed in relief. He had completed the extra twenty stretches and push-ups, but right as he reached fifty pull-ups, his right bicep had torn. Wincing in pain, he had finished the last pull-up one handed and dropped to the ground.
"I have never seen someone work this hard besides my brilliant student, Lee," Gai gushed, tears sparkling in his eyes. "You inspire me Iruka!"
Laughing, Iruka said, "You're embarrassing me, Gai."
Gai sniffed and smiled, teeth flashing in the afternoon light. "We can't have that!"
Both men laughed and parted, agreeing to meet in a week's time to allow Iruka's arm to heal. Not as stiff as his last training session, Iruka decided to have dinner at Ichiraku's. He had missed their miso pork ramen and was hungry enough to eat a few bowls. Reaching the little stall, Iruka smiled at the waitress and ordered his food. While waiting, he ordered some warm sake to take the soreness from his muscles.
"Yo!" a familiar voice whispered in his ear.
"Gah!" Iruka squealed, jumping. "Not so close, Kakashi!" He smiled unsteadily. "What brings you to Ichiraku's?"
Kakashi grinned, his visible eye crinkling. He noticed Iruka's pulse jump as he settled back into his seat. "I was hungry and I'm to lazy to cook tonight." Only because my fridge was empty, he muttered to himself.
"Oh," Iruka muttered, sipping his sake.
Kakashi ordered miso ramen and sake. He watched as Iruka lifted the chopsticks to his lips, as he slowly slurped the noodles into his mouth and chewed. He ate daintily, taking small bites and chewing them thoroughly before swallowing them. Kakashi stared as Iruka's throat worked. That smooth brown column was nicely tanned and slender. He knew it was soft to the touch, but he wanted to touch it again. To kiss and lick his way up to that perfect mouth, to take that wonderfully mobile tongue between his teeth and bite down on it gently.
Iruka's eye twitched as he caught Kakashi staring at him. He could see that gray eye going black and knew what he was thinking. Something perverted and it had him featured in it. Swallowing the food in his mouth, Iruka carefully wove his foot into Kakashi's stool. Taking another bite to hide his smile and hoping the man would take it as a sign of appreciating his food, Iruka jerked his foot back. He nearly choked at the look of horror in Kakashi's eye as he flew back and squawked in distress. Catching his balance, Iruka almost frowned when he righted the stool with a little wobble and settled back into place.
"That's what you get, Hatake," Iruka declared. He sipped his sake to hide the huge grin on his face.
"Hnn," was all he got.
"What were you thinking anyway? Something perverted I bet," Iruka said with a little sniff.
Kakashi blinked and tried not to blush. Was he that easy to read? He would have to watch it around the smaller man. "As a matter of fact, I was thinking about wanting to ki-" he was cut off as Iruka slapped a hand over his mouth.
Iruka blushed scarlet. "Shhh!" Kakshi grinned under the hand and nibbled at it, making Iruka blush more and jerk his hand away.
His food in a container, he tossed money onto the counter and grabbed Iruka. "We've got something to talk about."
Iruka was to stunned to say anything as the Jounin dragged him from the stall and down the street. Shaking his momentary lapse, he dug his feet into the dirt. Realizing that wasn't going to work, Iruka just let Kakashi drag him. No sense in wasting the energy. In fact he was intrigued as to why the older man wanted to talk to him. His heart was still trying to calm itself from those little bites Kakashi had given him. His palm was still tingling. Coming back to reality, Iruka noticed that they were near the training grounds and weren't moving anymore. He also noticed that Kakashi wasn't letting go of his hand either.
"Um, so what did you want to talk to me about, Kakashi?" Iruka finally asked.
Kakashi turned to him and slitted an eye at him. "I want you."
Baffled, Iruka blinked at him. "Want me to what?"
Kakashi smiled to himself. So innocent. "I want you." He pulled his mask down. "I just want you."
Stunned, Iruka couldn't move as he watched Kakashi come closer. His handsome face filling his view. "Y...you want me?" He took a step back and came up against a tree. When had that happened? "Why me?" he whispered, pressing into the tree.
Kakashi narrowed his eye and stepped closer, pressing a knee between Iruka's. "You're not that innocent, Iruka, are you?" he whispered, leaning even closer.
Iruka swallowed hard. "Wha..what are you tal..talking about?" He tried to melt into the tree.
Kakashi flicked his tongue out and licked Iruka's ear, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin. "I want you. Right now." So saying he ran a hand down the other man's arm and across his stomach.
Iruka knew that. Had known it for these last weeks. He shuddered as Kakashi ran a hand under his shirt to lightly play across his stomach and higher. He felt that white hand, hot against his skin, tracing lazy lines up his chest. He gasped when he felt fingers pinch his nipples, feeling them harden in response. He closed his eyes and groaned low in his throat. Oh God! That same hand was now roaming back down his chest to the waistband of his pants. Holding back a gasp he felt fingers lightly dip just under the band.
Kakashi watched as a deep flush came over Iruka's face. It was so easy to read the man wanted him. A sensual smile playing across his thin lips, he leaned forward and captured Iruka's lips in a tender kiss, running his tongue lightly over his lips asking for entrance. With very little hesitation, the man opened his mouth and Kakashi thrust his tongue in to taste the honeyed cave. He was slightly surpised as Iruka's tongue entwined with his, dancing across one another.
With a low moan, Iruka raised a hand to hook around Kakashi's neck to pull him closer. With his free hand, he ran it up Kakashi's chest and up to his silver hair. Shifting his hips, Iruka let Kakashi sink even closer into him, pressing him back into the tree. He heard something drop near his feet, but he didn't care. He wanted the silver-haired shinobi so much it was almost painful. He deepened the kiss, hearing a surprised grunt from Kakashi.
Kakashi pulled back slightly and nipped at Iruka's lips, earning a mewl of hunger from the small man. With both of his hands free, he used them to dive under Iruka's vest and shirt, running his fingers across that tight stomach, up his side, and finally to his ultimate goal. He smiled and swiftly took Iruka's mouth with his in a deep kiss to quell the other's sudden cry as he pinched the twin nipples hard. He felt them tighten instantly and soothed them with a light caress, gently rubbing a thumb across them. He needed more and he couldn't get what he wanted right here on the training field. Iruka was more than ready for it, but this was Kakashi's game and he intended to win it.
With that thought, he continued to play with Iruka as he kissed, nipped and licked his way down the man's slender neck. He had lifted the shirt enough that it was bunched under the other's arms as he braced himself against the tree. Little moans of pleasure were escaping Iruka's throat as Kakashi continued down. He felt him arch into his mouth as he nipped his collarbone. A smile still playing about those teasing lips, he carefully took a brown nipple in his mouth and flicked his tongue across it. He felt Iruka jerk and the immediate jump in his already rapidly beating heart.
Iruka nearly left his skin. He kept his screams in as Kakshi's flexible tongue teased and lapped at his nipple and as the other hand alternately pinched and soothed the other. He was going to melt where he stood if Kakashi didn't stop soon. He could feel his knees shaking and he knew that he was slowly falling down the tree. The only thing keeping him anchored was Kakashi pressed against him and Iruka's hands holding tight to his shoulders. Oh God, please don't let him stop!
Kakashi stopped his torture and came back to Iruka's lips, feeling the light weight man sagging from pleasure. Pushing him against the tree again, he carefully removed his hands from Iruka, running them down his chest and stomach, lowering his shirt and straightening his vest. Placing light nips and teasing kisses on Iruka's lips, he leaned down and picked up his nearly forgotten dinner. He noticed for the first time his rapid heart beat and the sweat forming on his brow. He replaced his mask with casual disinterest and took a step back.
Iruka used the tree to keep his balance. He took some rapid breaths to steady his racing pulse and blushed at his wanton thoughts of Kakashi taking him then and there against that same tree. He blushed at that and tugged his already neat clothes back into place. Taking another breath, he risked a glance at Kakashi.
"You're not ready," was all Kakashi said as he turned to leave.
"Wait!" Iruka burst out, a hand out as if to stop the other man.
Kakashi looked over his shoulder with a typically lazy look. "Hai?"
Iruka was at a loss. He didn't know what he wanted to say and just blushed again and shook his head. "Nothing."
Shrugging, Kakashi left the small man, a feral smile playing under his mask. Oh, yes. Things were defintely starting to work the way he wanted them to be played. With a flippant wave, he walked away for home and his now cold dinner.
Iruka stood under the tree for a while, trying to sort out his thoughts and feelings. He wanted Kakashi, but it seemed as if he was only being toyed with. Kakashi sought him out at odd times and either tried to hit him, kiss him, or both. He was becoming confused as to why the Copy Nin was torturing him. True they had hated each other for years, but why the sudden turn around in his attitude? It was something to think on in the coming days.
Touching his lips, Iruka shook his head and made his way home to his cold, empty bed.
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Gomen! I was out of town after the holidays and just made it back a little over a week ago. Hopefully this chapter will tide you over until I can find the pages I've written for our little love birds. Until then, be a little more patient with me and I promise to give you some really juicy and steamy scenes.
As this fic has progressed, I have tried to keep the characters intact. Kakashi is a loner, but he also has a rather weird sense of humor. He loves to play around with people to get thier reactions. Iruka is just a simple school teacher, but there has always been this mystery surrounding his involvement with the Sandaime and the trust he was given. Keep this in mind as later chapters come about. We will find out something about the lovable Dolphin that may shock some. grins
Arigato to all my reviewers and thier patience. Until the next chapter, ja ne.