Chapter 19
Thunder
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Iruka's pulse was thundering in his chest. He hadn't thought he could beat the Jounin sitting on him, but he could dream. Infact, he was quite liking the interesting position he was in at the moment. He tried to regulate his breathing to ease the ache building in lungs. Kakashi was rail thin, but he was heavy!
"Get off me, you ape!" Iruka gasped. "You're crushing my lungs!" He bucked, trying to dislodge his captor.
Kakashi blinked, but held on. He was enjoying this very much. Seeing the excited flush staining Iruka's face was enchanting. Instead, he grabbed the teacher's wrists, shifting his weight to the blanket covered ground while lifting his arm's above his head. Using his larger hand, he trapped both of his quarry's wrists in his, freeing up his right hand. He smiled as those chocolate brown eyes blinked in confusion.
Carefully, he slipped his hand under the front fold of the beige yukata, feeling the silky fabric brush the back of his hand and the slightly rougher cotton under-robe under his palm. He focused his eyes on Iruka's as he eased the under-robe aside, touching warm skin. Another smile painted his lips as Iruka gasped. Kakashi could feel his pulse jump faster as his hand tugged at the fabric at his throat. Lifting enough away, Kakashi leaned down, flicking his tongue over that soft brown throat. While he laved that honey tasting throat, he took the fan from Iruka's belt and set it aside. That out of the way, he loosened the belt and pushed the robes apart, exposing the lean chest beneath.
"Just a taste," Kakashi whispered to himself.
Iruka watched in fascination as Kakashi whispered something to himself. He pulse was racing and his breathing was even more labored than before. He wasn't sure what Kakashi had been doing when he had shifted off of him, but it didn't take long for him to guess. He had drawn in a shuddering breath as that milky white hand had plunged under his robes. He thought he was going to die when that hot tongue blazed a trail from his ear to the curve of his shoulder. He barely registered the movement at his waist until he felt the cool night breeze on his hot skin.
Now that silver head was dipping again, warm breath skimming his sensitized skin, leaving little tingles in it's wake. He drew in a sharp breath when that hot mouth settled over a dark brown nipple. Arching his back, Iruka tried to get closer to Kakashi's mouth. He wanted to touch him, but could only struggle vainly in the other's vise-like grip. He felt a sharp pain and moaned in pleasure. He arched again, hoping that Kakashi would get the hint and let him go. He sighed in relief as he was released. His hands immediately went to the Jounin's silvered head and held it closer. After that wet tongue had finished with his nipple, Iruka lifted Kakashi's head for a deep, heated kiss.
Kakashi reveled in the sensation of his tongue being sucked hungrily. He had missed this. Not the sex, well maybe a little, but it was the human contact. But most of all, he had missed the little Chuunin. He let the younger man suck on his tongue for a little longer before pulling back. He could see his reflection in those fever bright chocolate eyes and he wanted to drown in them. With both his hands free now, he could push the beige silk down Iruka's shoulders until his arms were pinned again. He smiled wolfishly and leaned down to nip at Iruka's neck.
Iruka was a little tiffed that he couldn't move again, but he didn't stay that way for long. He was to busy enjoying the sensations of sharp teeth on his neck and shoulders, followed by an equally tantalizing wet tongue to ease the pain left behind. He moaned low in his throat as that wonderful mouth traced a path down his chest. He sucked in a breath as teeth brushed over his right nipple. Expecting more, he watched in curiosity as Kakashi nibbled a few times and then made his way further down his abdomen.
Iruka was already hard from the bites and that long, hard kiss. He knew that Kakashi could feel it as he moved down so that he was sitting on his knees. He watched as Kakashi easily removed the silvery blue belt from around his waist and lay it aside, next to his mother's fan. As the folds of his yukata were pulled aside, Iruka's cock jerked as it met the cool night air. He gasped as a feather light finger brushed across him.
"Kakashi?" Iruka whispered, a bright yellow rocket booming overhead.
Kakashi didn't say anything as he surveyed his prize. Bathed in the fading light of the yellow rocket, Iruka's skin was painted a deep gold. He looked so helpless looking up at him. His hair was spread in a wild array around his head, those expressive brown eyes and wet lips pleading, and the yukata trapping his arms made Kakashi's cock get harder. He looks beautiful lying there. What God has granted me this gift? he wondered.
"A taste," he whispered to himself again. Yeah right.
Reaching forward, Kakashi lifted Iruka from the blanket and crushed his lips against Iruka's. He delved into that sweet mouth, plundering it's depths, trying to get the taste into his soul. He eased the yukata from Iruka's arms, feeling the teacher's hands reach for his belt and tugging on it. He chuckled to himself. Just can't keep his hands to himself. He shrugged his own yukata from his shoulders and let it fall in a pool around his and Iruka's knees. He sighed as the silky material fell away from him, letting the evening breeze cool his heated skin. It was going to get even hotter before he was done here.
Iruka nearly ripped the buttery silk in his haste to get to Kakashi's white flesh. He breathed a heavy sigh as the material finally gave and bared that striking white to his eyes. As more and more rockets were fired into the air, bathing the two men in flashes of green, blue, red, and gold, Iruka could make out the darker pink of old scars. He gently kissed the ones he could reach while running his hands over the ones he couldn't get to with his mouth. He tentatively laved at the ones around Kakashi's stomach, the tiny line of silver hairs running from his navel to his groin tickling the underside of Iruka's chin. Wrapping his arms around the older man's waist, he nuzzled Kakashi's navel, making the man laugh.
"Mmmm," Iruka said into the velvet white flesh. "I found a tickish spot." He nuzzled again, getting another laugh out of the Jounin. He smiled and ran his fingers up Kakashi's ribs. A strangled laugh escaped the silver haired man's lips and he jerked at the sudden sensation. Iruka grinned evilly up at the man and wiggled his eyebrows.
Kakashi wasn't ready to play yet. He wanted Iruka under him and begging. He could tickle him later. Grabbing Iruka's wrists, he shifted enough to where Iruka was now on his knees too. Iruka blinked at him in mild confusion, but didn't have time to make a protest as Kakashi's hands plucked at his nipples, making them pebble hard. He threw his head back, closing his eyes. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over him as Kakashi alternately pinched and sucked those hard nubs. He started as a warm hand lightly touched his thigh.
"Keep you eyes closed, little teacher," Kakashi breathed into his ear.
He could feel Kakashi move to his side. He could only wonder at what he was doing, but he didn't open his eyes. Now he could feel him behind him, his body pressing up agains him. He heard the shifting of cloth and then Kakashi was all around him. He felt as powerful thighs rested next to his own and that hard and hot body press against his back. He groaned low as the rock hard, velvet soft cock brushed his buttocks making his own twitch in response. He again felt a hand brush lightly along his thigh, up his hip, and towards his neck. Another hand ran down his shoulder and stopped when it came to the bunched tissue that met in the very middle of back. It lingered there for a moment before something soft and wet took it's place.
Iruka gasped as Kakashi kissed the scar left behind by Mizuki. He had been very lucky that his old friend hadn't severed his spinal cord. If it had been an inch closer to his spine, he would never have walked again. He moaned again and leaned forward, allowing greater access to his back. He could feel that smooth silver hair brush back and forth across his back as Kakashi paid homage to his proof of his love to Naruto. He kept his eyes closed as Kakshi's left hand moved over his shoulder, down his ribs and back to his hip.
Kakashi kissed his way back up to Iruka's shoulder. He sipped at the salty sweat starting to gather along his shoulders and neck. He pushed his way through Iruka's lemon smelling hair toward the connection of shoulder and neck. He wrapped his right arm around the teacher and brought him flush with his own chest, his hand plucking at Iruka's nipple, his left hand tracing skittering patterns across his brown hip and lower abdomen. He kissed at the junction of neck and shoulder, prepping the man he was about to take. As his hand crept closer and closer to Iruka's pulsing cock, Kakashi opened his mouth and bit down on that junction at the same time his hand wrapped around that lovely cock.
Iruka cried out at the twin sensations. His back arching away as Kakashi claimed his neck and that teasing hand wrapped around him. He could feel the pressure building and suddenly he exploded, ejaculating hard as Kakashi bit and squeezed again. Turning his head, Iruka broke Kakashi away from his neck, claiming his mouth in a deep kiss. He could feel the other's cock pressing against his ass as he cam back against that lean body. He took some of his cum and spread it over his hand, wiggling it back and rubbing it over Kakashi's member.
"Now, Kakashi, please," Iruka breathed into the man's mouth. "I want you inside me."
Kakashi held his breath as he felt that tender hand slicking his cock with his own juices. He growled low and pushed Iruka forward as he stood on his knees. He smoothed a hand over his back and leaned forward, kissing again that scar painting his little teacher's back. Carefully, he shifted and pressed himself into Iruka. He could feel the pressure as it gave and he pushed further in. He moaned loudly and pumped his hips. He could hear Iruka's heavy breathing as he arched his back and pushed back onto his cock. Kakashi held onto Iruka's hips as he pumped and gyrated his hips, hitting against Iruka's prostate, making him breathe heavier.
Iruka arched back and came off his hands, keeping his ass high enough to accomodate Kakashi's thrusts, and ran his hands down Kakashi's thighs, feeling the power behind each thrust. Taking one of Kakashi's hands, he wrapped it around his growing cock. Kakashi took the hint and pumped it in time to his own thrusts. Iruka was panting now, his head thrown back so he could get more air. He could feel that blinding force building again. He pushed Kakashi's hand away and fell forward again. Using his own hand he pumped his cock faster and harder, as Kakashi thurst faster and harder. Iruka went down on his chest, one hand bunching in the white blanket as the other worked faster and faster.
Both cried out as the last of the fireworks boomed skyward.
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An hour later, both men groaned and tried to move. Iruka lifted his head, lucky that he could move at all. He was replete and his bones felt like jelly. It was thanks to Kakashi. The man was an amazing lover, taking him to another climax only moments before. Kakashi was half sprawled over him, his head buried in Iruka's yukata. The blanket was a mess. There were at least four stains that were going to be hard to remove. Iruka blushed. He had forgotten about that. He sighed tiredly. He should really try to get Kakashi up and dressed. It was getting colder and he was heavy.
"Oi!" Iruka called, tapping Kakashi's head. "Get off me, you ox."
Kakashi turned his head and grinned. "You weren't saying that a minute ago."
Iruka whacked the silver head, ignoring the mock cry of pain. "You're heavy and I'm cold."
Kakashi grumbled, but somehow got his body to listen to him. "You didn't have to hit me."
"How else were you going to wake up?" Iruka chirped, smiling brightly.
Glaring now, Kakashi sat up. "You could have asked," he grumbled. "Where's my belt?"
After some searching and a stolen kiss or two, the men were dressed and the roughly used blanket was folded and put back in it's hiding place. It was well after midnight, but there was still plenty of people milling around the festival grounds. It wasn't long before they had found a quiet enough bar and took a shadowed corner.
After ordering sake, Kakashi asked Iruka something that had been bugging him for a while. "Why were you so mad at me earlier?"
Iruka had the grace to blush, but he answered carefully. "Well, you ran off without telling me where you were going and then you didn't come and see me after I got back from Tsunade-sama's care. You just left my things by the front door."
Kakashi winced, but there was really anything he could say. "I didn't think you would want to see me after you got back. You were pissed when I handed you off to Asuma." He took a sip of his sake. "It wasn't like I wanted to stay away, it was that Tsunade had me running all over the place on missions this past week. I barely had time to eat or sleep." He narrowed his eyes at the teacher. "It was almost like she was mad at me for something."
Iruka looked down at his sake then downed the whole thing. "Mad at you? Why would she be mad at you?"
"Hnn," was all Kakashi said.
They spent the rest of the night drinking and talking until the owner chased them out. Iruka was nearly falling down drunk and Kakashi wasn't far behind him. Keeping each other upright, Kakashi helped Iruka to his apartment. Opening the door, the two men shuffled back to Iruka's bedroom where Iruka promptly fell onto his bed, pulling the Jounin down with him. Iruka giggled, tossing his katana to the floor.
"You're drunk, little teacher," Kakashi chuckled, grabbing the turquoise fan and laying it on the headboard.
"And you're not going anywhere," Iruka stated, locking an arm around Kakashi's waist and curling up to him.
Kakashi laughed and tried to extricate himself but found that the smaller Chuunin had a death grip on him. He laughed to himself and stopped trying to get away. Smiling behind his mask, the most dangerous man in Konaha fell asleep in the arms of a hapless teacher.
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The next morning Iruka woke to a blinding headache and the smell of food. His stomach flipped in response, but he pulled himself into a sitting position. He was naked, he noted. He didn't remember undressing. He spotted his yukata hanging in the corner and another yukata hanging beside it. Kakashi. He could hear the man puttering around in the kitchen. What was he doing? Carefully, Iruka went into the bathroom. Taking a quick, hot shower, he felt better.
Grabbing a pair of old sweats, he slipped them on and headed for the kitchen. He was hungry. Stopping in the livingroom, he watched as an unmasked Kakashi padded around in nothing but a pair of Iruka's old uniform pants. They were a little small, but they made the older man look that much more irresistable. Smiling, Iruka went into the kitchen and hugged his lover from behind.
"Good morning," he said into Kakashi's warm back.
Kakshi lifted his left arm, angling his head to peer back at Iruka and smiled. "Good morning to you, too. Hungry?"
"Starving!" Iruka exclaimed.
Kakashi laughed and ushered him into the livingroom. "Stay put and I'll have breakfast out in a minute."
After a quiet breakfast, Iruka remembered his plans for the afternoon. Asking if Kakashi would like to come with him, he dressed in a pair of soft jeans and an old t-shirt proclaiming some long ago cartoon. Kakashi slipped back into his yukata and waited as Iruka slipped into his sandals and gathered his fishing gear. They would have to go to his apartment so he could change, but they would teleport to the gates to meet Genma and the others in time to leave.
After Kakashi changed and they teleported to the gates, it didn't take long for Genma, Raidou, Izumo, Kotetsu, Anko, Asuma, and a contented Kurenai to show up. They all had what they needed and the laughing group started off for a large river a few miles away. The afternoon was spent in relative peace as the friends laughed and told fish tales. The day's fishing ended as Izumo and Kotetsu started to horse around, getting Genma into the mix. From there it turned into a huge game of tag and left the men and women laughing and struggling to breathe.
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Genma and Raidou gathered their fishing gear as a shadow appeared next to them.
Genma rolled his eyes and looked up. "Yes?"
"I need to talk to you," Anko said, hands on her hips.
"I don't have anything new Anko. I'm sorry," Genma groused, shoving a lure into his tackle box.
"You haven't tried," was her response.
"You try getting past Ibiki!" he shouted. He glared at the woman. "I'd really like to see you try!"
Anko grinned in her typical psychotic way, licking her lips. "I think I will."
Genma and Raidou blinked and she was gone. Raidou turned to his partner and said, raising his hands, "I don't want to know."
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A/N: Gomen! Gomen! I know it's late, but, again, life intervened in me getting this up. The music festival was great and I had a little more to drink than I should, but it was a blast.
I wonder what Anko has planned for Ibiki...maybe I don't want to know. Something for those Ibiko fans. I might even make it an intermission piece. But I hope you enjoyed this kinda short update. I still haven't found all my papers and the cat refuses to talk. Even after I took away his toys and his baby.
Well, until the next update.
Ja!