Disclaimer: Don't own.
AN: NC-17 Warnings for #62 and #66
61. Fairy Tale
Iruka sighed and rolled over, trying to fall asleep.
"Can't fall asleep?"
Iruka shifted, and felt the older man roll onto his side to face him, "No."
Kakashi pulled the younger man closer, "Want me to tell you a story?"
Iruka scoffed in amusement, "What am I, five?"
Kakashi chuckled, "Once upon a time, there was a gardener named Iruka –"
"You're kidding me."
"Whose telling the story?" Kakashi chuckled and began again, "Once upon a time, there was a gardener named Iruka. He planted everything, and anything, and it always grew. He grew vegetables and fruits, that he sold to the nearby market. One day, while checking on his corn, he noticed crows picking at them," he gently tapped the younger man's bicep as an example, and felt him chuckle, "He realized after a couple days that no matter what he did, the crows wouldn't leave. So he decided to make a scarecrow. He took one of his old shirts, a worn pair of pants, and his favorite straw hat for luck. He took his time making this scarecrow. He took his time with every stitch and finishing touches. When the scarecrow was done, it took the duty of guarding the corn fields. And Iruka noticed, that it worked like a charm. After a few days, Iruka also noticed that he would talk to the scarecrow, and ended up naming it Kakashi," he felt the younger man chuckle, and felt his smile grow, "He would talk to this scarecrow, as if it was his best friend. And he didn't so feel so lonely anymore. But one day, a storm came without a warning. Iruka scrambled to protect his most sensitive crops, and as he was going inside he noticed his scarecrow, his Kakashi, was ready to be blown away by the wind. He panicked, and took Kakashi inside his home, and leaned him near the fireplace to dry. However, the young man's panic in the storm took its toll during the night. Iruka became feverish and sick, to the point where he felt helpless. Through his fever he felt someone place a cool rag on his forehead and bring him water. He didn't have enough sense to think much about it, but he whispered "Thank you" anyway. In the morning, he felt better, but not well enough, and the storm was still causing rain and wind. When he woke up, he saw the scarecrow in his room, and instead of being scared or suspicious, he smiled and offered it a "Good Morning" before he slipped back into sleep. The next day, Iruka got out of bed, and before he left his bedroom, he gave the scarecrow a peck on the cheek, blushing when he realized what he did," he heard Iruka chuckle and continued, "When he went outside and found crows picking at his corn he realized that Kakashi was still inside. He tried to shoo the crows away but they only continued picking. But when a figure with a straw hat came hurling itself, the crows disappeared. Iruka watched the man as he turned and gave him a peck on the cheek…," he trailed off noticing the younger man snuggling closer, "Hmm? Don't you want to know what happens?"
Iruka closed his eyes, a smile on his lips, "They fall in love, and live happily ever after…"
Kakashi smiled and kissed the younger man's forehead, "The scarecrow thanked Iruka for being so kind to him, even though he wasn't human." He held the younger man tighter and kissed him softly, "Good night, love…"
62. Magic
Those fingers in my hair…
Iruka threaded his fingers into the silver locks, pulling the older man closer and deepening the kiss. Their hips became flush and their arousals grinded sweetly against each other, as they lost themselves in the heated kiss. Kakashi pulled away, brushing their lips together as the fingers in his hair tipped his head back, allowing the younger man access to his neck.
That sly come hither stare…
Kakashi was lost in daze when he felt the warm body move away. He looked at the younger man with lust filled eyes as Iruka slowly pulled off his shirt, chocolate eyes looked at him and it sent a shiver down his spine. Iruka turned, keeping his gaze on the older man as he did so, as he walked into the bedroom. Kakashi nearly stumbled as he followed.
That strips my conscience bare…
Kakashi stripped off his own shirt as he stood in front of the younger man, and as soon as the shirt was gone, hands roamed over his bare skin. Expertly trailing over sensitive scars that sent shudders down his spine. He trailed his own hand along the diagonal scar that crossed the younger man's back, making him arch towards him, and moan; the sight only fueled his lust.
It's witchcraft.
And I've got no defense for it…
He gently pushed the nude younger man down onto the bed, gasping in surprise when Iruka rolled them over. He groaned as the younger man began rocking his hips against his, entwining their fingers, giving the younger man more control. Kakashi moaned and rocked back, his hands were placed on the tan hips as his lover leaned down to kiss him. Passion filled the room.
The heat is too intense for it…
Kakash's breath hitched as Iruka began to roll his hips. He felt himself blush when he gave a loud moan, and felt the lips kissing his neck grin. He dragged his hands and began to knead the firm round muscle, making the younger man moan in appreciation. He felt his body flush, and felt like if it was on fire, and like if he read his mind, Iruka sat up and began to impale himself or his erection. His eyes watched as the sweat glistening tan body arched as he impaled himself. His gaze locked with the chocolate pair.
What good would common sense for it do…
They set a steady rhythm. Kakashi choked on his moans as Iruka flexed around him, pulling him deeper into the heated passion they shared. He pulled the younger man into an equally heated kiss. He felt the younger man's hands drag along his pectorals and began to tease his nipples making him groan, and he felt his body twitch under the pleasure. Hips moved on their own accord as low moans and sighs mixed with the sound of skin meeting skin.
'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft.
And although, I know, it's strictly taboo…
Kakashi locked his gaze with the younger man's as he felt the tightness in his stomach all too soon. He gripped the tan hips, trying to let his lover know that he didn't want to come too soon. Iruka slowed his pace, smiling down at his lover and leaned down to kiss the other man, his fingers threading into the silver strands as his own hair created a curtain around them, separating them from the world. It was only them.
When you arouse the need in me…
Kakashi raised his knees and began to thrust into the younger man, hitting the sensitive gland with such accuracy it had the younger man crying out. Iruka collapsed against him, catching himself on his shoulders, and felt the hot pants of air hit his chest. Whispers of his name making him thrust harder into the younger man, and whispers of 'more' had him driving him faster. He thrust upward as tan hips pushed down. Their rhythm turned suddenly desperate, and it both of the men moaning as the pleasure filled them.
My heart says yes indeed in me…
He rolled them over and raised the tan hips, legs wrapped around his waist as he hit deeper in the younger man, watching as the tan body arch off the bed and moan and cry out in pleasure. He took a tan leg and hooked it on his shoulder, and felt himself slide in deeper, earning him a cry of pleasure from the younger man, that held his name. His hand slid along his lover's thigh feeling the skin break out in Goosebumps, making him smile that the younger man would be so sensitive to such a gentle touch regardless of their lovemaking.
Proceed with what you're leading me to…
Kakashi felt Iruka twitch and whimper, he slowed his pace a fraction and took the younger man's ignored member into his hand, caressing it with his thumb and began stroking it. He groaned when the tan hips began to desperately move against him, rocking into his hand and back against him. The younger man's breathing became short pants for air as he gripped onto the sheets desperate for
something to hold on to. Kakashi felt Iruka near the edge and began to pump his hand faster.
It's such an ancient pitch, But one I wouldn't switch…
He watched, as if it was something new, as the other man came, a moan that carried his name passing through those delicious lips, in that voice that sent a shiver down his spine. He watched as the white semen splattered against the tan stomach that heaved with pants for air, and the tan body arching off the bed. It never ceased to amaze him. He groaned as Iruka's resulting contraction pulled him off the edge as well, his hips slapping and jerking a last few times as he emptied his own seed inside the younger man. Iruka gasped under him and arched off the bed, shuddering at the feeling.
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you.
Kakashi collapse against his lover, and warm arms instantly wrapped around him as he panted and gasped for air. He sighed as the gentle fingers threaded into his hair, and scratching the back of his neck. Never would he have thought he would have fallen in love. Never would he have thought that his love would be returned. Never would he have thought that someone so kind would care about him so deeply, nor would he have ever imagined that he would care so much about someone else.
"'Kashi…"
The soft whisper made him smile. Never would he have thought he would be so happy.
63. Do Not Disturb
Iruka dropped onto his back and onto the thick futon on the floor, a content sigh followed. He heard the older man chuckle as he walked into the room.
"This was a great idea, 'Kashi."
Kakashi looked down at his lover, his eyes traveling over the exposed thighs from the slightly opened yukata, "Isn't it?" He moved his gaze to the private hotspring that glowed with the setting sun.
Iruka propped himself up and smiled up at the older man, "Want to go into the hotspring?" he stood up and took the older man's hand and tugged slightly.
Kakashi quirked an eyebrow. Iruka grinned at him as his free hand tugged at his obi, undoing it and letting his yukata fall open and drape off his shoulders. Kakashi's eyes widened and felt himself blush, "Iruka…"
Iruka only smiled and tugged the older man's obi off, letting the yukata slide open. He snaked his hand into the opening and placed his hand on the small of his back, "Let's go into the hotspring…," Iruka said softly, a blush dusking his cheeks.
Kakashi grinned and let the younger man pull him outside. He was glad he put the "Do not disturb" sign on their door.
64. Multitasking
Iruka found Kakashi sharpening Kunai as he passed the living and went into the kitchen. Wait…He backtracked and looked at the jounin, and then at the pug holding down a book.
"Kakashi…what are you doing?"
"Sharpening," Kakashi said without looking up, but rather at his book.
Iruka had a sinking feeling that this wasn't a good idea, "Kakashi, I don't think you should read and sharpen Kunai at the same time."
The pug grunted, "I tried telling him that too."
Kakashi glared at the pug, then looked at the kunai he was sharpening before placing it next to him and taking another, "But I was getting at a good part."
Pakkun looked at Iruka, "This is his idea of multitasking."
"Multitasking of how to be an idiot?"
Kakashi frowned, but continued his reading and sharpening.
Iruka sighed and took a seat next to the jounin, and began to sharpening a kunai. He looked at Pakkun, "This way there's a less chance of him getting hurt by his idiocy."
"I'm sitting right here, you know."
"Good," both Pakkun and Iruka scowled him.
65. Horror
Kakashi knocked on Iruka's front door. No answer. He frowned, He should be here by now. He tried the knob and found it unlocked. He furrowed his eyebrow and entered the dark apartment. His eye scanned the room, but didn't sense anything wrong. He let the door shut with a click, I guess I could just wait for him. He sighed and frowned, I'll take a nap or something. He bypassed the living room and went straight to the bedroom. That's where he almost had a heart attack. Iruka jumped out of the shadows and simply yelled out "Boo!" he stumbled back, lacking grace as his heart started up again with a nearly painful thump. Even though, his hand went for a kunai on instinct, but as if the younger man was expecting it, he felt him straddle his lap, lips kissing him and a warm hand stopping his. Iruka pulled away smiling at the wide eyed panting man.
"Wh-what was that for!?" Kakashi sputtered.
Iruka laughed, "I knew it was going to be tricky, but it was so worth it," his smile made the jounin's frantic heart relax.
"You nearly gave me a heart attack," he tried pouting, but the adrenaline was still in his system.
"I nearly gave the great Sharingan Kakashi a heart attack?" Iruka asked teasingly.
"Still don't know why you did that," he said, blushing when he remembered exactly why they were on the floor.
Iruka tilted his head, "Seriously?"
Kakashi frowned, "I'm not a psychic –"
"Trick or Treat!"
Kakashi looked at the door in shock, "You're kidding me."
Iruka laughed and got off the older man's lap and headed for the door, "Happy Halloween, 'Kashi."
66. Traps
Iruka walked in to his apartment and dumped his stuff near the entrance, and shed off his flak vest. The humid spring weather was making his clothes stick to him and having spend nearly all day with the children with Kunai practice, it just didn't help. He sighed and tugged at his collar as he pulled off his sweaty hitai ate.
Oh, a cold shower sounds good right about now, he smiled and made his way to his bedroom, finished undressing and went straight to his bathroom. He sighed as the cool water hit his skin, he dipped his head in the spray and smiled in content. He jumped when arms wrapped around his waist.
"Hmm, this is just what I needed," Kakashi said in content as the spray hit his face.
Iruka turned around and looked at his lover, "Why are you so dirty?"
Kakashi tilted his head.
Iruka glared, "I mean literally." He looked at the dirty silver hair.
"Oh, a mission with team seven," he shrugged and pulled the younger man closer under the spray, and pressed him against the tiled wall.
Iruka reached for the bottle of shampoo and poured a generous amount onto the jounin's head and began scrubbing, smiling when the older man closed his eyes and purred under the ministration. He maneuvered the older to the spray and leaned his head back, his mouth going dry as he watched the
suds and water travel along the pale skin. He got the sponge and soap and began to clean the older man, pulling him closer to reached around to his back. Kakashi bucked against him as his slick fingers slid between the clef of his cheeks.
"Iruka?" he asked a bit shock at his lover's ministration.
Iruka grinned despite his blush, "I'm just being thorough," he probed at the older man's entrance, feeling the pale body buck against him at the unfamiliar feeling. He slowly pushed a finger in, keeping his eyes on the pale face, searching for any discomfort. The older man gasp turned into a groan and pressed against him, grinding their arousals together. Iruka kissed the pale neck and pushed in another finger. And crooked them, teasing the sensitive gland.
"Oh god- Iruka," he buried his face into the younger man's neck, feeling his hips move on their own accord. Kakashi found himself trapped and giving himself over to the younger man, gasping and panting against the tan neck, sparks that nearly made his knee give way. A hand between his shoulder blades supported him as hips grinded against each other. He held the younger man closer, placing his hand on the small of his lover's back as his lips met the other pair. He felt his body flush as he came too soon, jerking against the tan body, moaning when teeth lightly bit his neck. He shuddered when the fingers withdrew. He looked at his flushed lover and reached between them, and grasped the younger man's erection. Iruka whimpered and jerked against him, as the tan hips rocked against his hand. He locked his lover into a passionate kiss, determined to bring the younger man to his climax. It didn't take long for Iruka to twitch and come into his hand. He hardly caught the younger man whose knees gave way. He smiled as the younger man nuzzled his neck and wrapped his arms around him.
"You're giving me ideas, Ruru," he purred into the younger man's ear.
Iruka blushed, but couldn't help but grin. It seemed that Kakashi could be submissive when trappe – uh, persuaded properly.
67. Playing the Melody
Iruka was cleaning out the hallway closet, making room for his lover's things. The thought of Kakashi officially moving in made his smile and chuckle at himself. He came across a thin black case covered in dust. He quirked an eyebrow and cleaned the dust with the old rage he was using. He opened the case and his eyes softened as he looked at the silver flute. Memories of when his mother used to play, mostly during the holidays, came flooding back at him. He remembered when his mother tried teaching him how to play. He picked up the pieces and put it together. He tested the keys and lifted the mouthpiece to his mouth and blew. It squeaked and he flinched. He tried again, and another squeak.
"You're terrible at that," Kakashi said and placed a box in the living room.
Iruka frowned, "I would like to see you do better," he waved the flute at him accusingly.
Kakashi smiled and sat cross legged on the floor next to Iruka, "May I?"
Iruka quirked an eyebrow and handed him the flute. He watched as the older man tested the keys as he did a few moments ago. He watched as Kakashi got familiar with the instrument and placed the mouthpiece on his mouth and began to play. Iruka's eyes widened in shock. The melody was slow in tempo, crescendos came and went with such ease and skill. Iruka became entranced by the older man's music. He watched as pale fingers played along the keys and the mismatched eyes kept their downcast gaze. He listened to the flow of the notes, how the older man's breaths went unnoticed, making Iruka realize the older man's breath control and lung capacity. At some point the mismatched eyes closed as the melody became slower and softer. There was a soft emotion with the way the notes were played and the tone was beautiful. The older man played a long whole note that faded, leaving a ringing echo in the apartment.
Kakashi put the flute down and looked at it fondly, "It plays well," he looked up at the amazed chunin, "Whose is it?"
Iruka looked at the older man, then at the flute, "My mother's…it was my mother's."
Kakashi looked up t his lover, "She knew how to play?"
Iruka smiled fondly at the memories, "Yes, she tried teaching me once…didn't really work out," he gave a nervous chuckle, "I didn't know you knew how to play."
Kakashi chuckled, "Sensei taught me. It gave me something to do when I wasn't training or on a mission. It's relaxing."
Iruka smiled at his lover, "Listening to you play is relaxing too."
Kakashi felt himself blush, "I haven't played in a long time, I'm surprised I still remember," he chuckled, "Ah, it must the sharingan," he took the flute apart and put it back into the case.
"You should play more often."
Kakashi smiled, "I think I will."
68. Hero
The long ladder hit the wall as Iruka angrily put it in place. How the brats managed to get…darts? On the ceiling and along the wall, was beyond him. The worst part about it would be that the darts were scattered. Iruka groaned and climbed the ladder, "When I find out who did this…" he grumbled and began to put the darts out. And for some reason, these darts were huge, he wondered. He shifted his weight and swung with the ladder to reposition it. He began to pull on a stubborn dart, and began to think it was glued, "I swear if some of these are glued –" the dart suddenly came off jerking Iruka back. Iruka yelped as he fell off the ladder. He braced himself but instead of meeting the floor, he heard a grunt and strong arms catch him. He opened his eyes and looked up at the lone blue eye that was looking at him, equally as surprised.
"Ah, it must be my lucky day," Kakashi said, a smile in his eye.
Iruka blushed, his gaze passing the older man and watched in horror as the darts began to fall. Kakashi noticed as well and leapt out of the way, some of the darts vibrating as they hit the floor.
"It must be my lucky day," Iruka said sarcastically, and pressed a palm against his hitai ate.
"But it was a good thing I came, right?" he looked at the darts, "Though I need to ask –"
"Please don't, because I have no idea."
69. Annoyance
Iruka was hunched over the coffee table trying to finish his grading. He ignored the sigh that came from the couch. He continued reading the paper, marking its corrections with a red pen.
"Iruka," Kakashi drawled, and snapped his book shut.
"What is it, Kakashi?" he continued reading the paper and his marking.
Kakashi sighed and got off the couch, and squeezed himself behind his lover, "Iruka…"
"What?" he put the paper in the done pile and took another, the writing reminded him much of a certain silver haired jounin. He felt the older man nuzzled the back of his neck.
"Iruka…I'm bored," he practically whined. And it made Iruka's eyebrow twitch, because when the jounin gets bored…
"Kakashi I can't entertain you right now, I need to finish grading these," he continued trying to read the chicken scratch.
Kakashi sighed and rested his head on the back of his lover's, "But Iruka…"
"Kakashi," he said in a warning tone.
Kakashi loosely wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist and propped his chin on a shoulder, looking at the paper Iruka was trying to read, "Wow, that kid's writing is terrible."
Iruka could just feel the headache coming on, "You're writing isn't any better."
Kakashi frowned, "At least I can read that."
"Again, your writing isn't any better."
After a while Kakashi began to nibble on the younger man's earlobe.
"Kakashi," he said in a warning tone again.
Kakashi only grinned and continued his ministration, dropping his nibbling to the tan neck and right below the earlobe, the spot that turned the chunin into puddy.
Iruka felt a shudder coarse through him and the pen in his hand drop to the coffee table with a clink. He leaned his head away from the mouth, giving it better access and felt his eyes drift close as the lips and teeth continued to nibble and suck.
Kakashi grinned when he heard a sigh come from those parted lips.
Iruka snapped his eyes open and shoved the older man away, "Kakashi! I need to finish grading these papers!" he scowled.
Kakashi sighed and rested his forehead on the younger man's shoulder, "Are you almost done?"
"Not really," he sounded a bit apologetic.
After a good thirty minutes, Kakashi began to get restless, though he didn't leave his spot from behind the younger man.
Iruka felt the slender fingers trace invisible patterns along his thighs and his back, and tried not to snort with Kakashi wrote "I'm bored" and began to elaborate on the phrase. At some point the older man began to draw on his back, half of his mind trying to draw the picture mentally as the other concentrated on grading. After a while the older man settled down. Leaning his head on the younger man's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, am I annoying you?" he asked softly.
Iruka shook his head, smiling, "No, but if you weren't here I would be annoyed by these essays." He felt the jounin smile against his shoulder.
He had a high tolerance for annoyance, and the older man's behavior never even begins to stir it. Sure the older man could make him lose his temper at times, but that was a whole different story.
70. 67 percent
Iruka looked up from his book that he was trying to read, and watched the man pace the living room.
"Would you just sit down," Iruka told the older man, and tried returning to his book, and the page that he was about to read for the sixth time.
Kakashi frowned and sat on the couch, feeling restless, he began to drum his fingers against his knee.
And Iruka heard it regardless, "Kakashi, can't you just be patient?"
Kakashi groaned and slumped against the couch's back, "I can't," he turned his head to the younger man, "Isn't it almost done?"
Iruka looked at the older man as if he thought he was kidding and then at the timer on the coffee table, "No it still needs another half hour."
"Half hour?" Kakashi asked disbelieving.
Iruka gave him a blank expression, "Yes. You can wait fifteen minutes."
Kakashi sighed, "So it's like…what? Half done?"
Iruka shrugged, "It's been in there longer than fifteen minutes, maybe sixty percent or something."
Kakashi grinned, "Would you say about sixty nine percent?"
Iruka shrugged, not looking up at the older man, "Maybe sixty five sixty seven percent…" he looked up, "Why are we having this conversation? Your cake will be ready when it's ready."
Kakashi pouted, "but I want it now."
Iruka took a deep breath and tried to read his book again, "You're such a kid sometimes." He looked up again, "Why did you say sixty nine percent?"
Kakashi grinned.
Iruka furrowed an eyebrow before he blushed and threw a cushion at the older man, "You pervert!"
Kakashi laughed, "Why did you say sixty seven?" he countered.
Iruka blushed, "I don't know! At least my mind wasn't in the gutter like yours!"
Kakashi laughed again, "How much longer?"
Iruka sighed and looked at the timer, "seven minutes."
"Seven minutes?" Kakashi practically whined.
"And you have to let it cool."
"What!?"
Iruka gave the jounin a disbelieving look, "You can't eat it hot."
Kakashi frowned.
"Next time you crave cake, to the point where you're willing to bake it, we'll just buy it."
"Are you sixty seven percent sure about that?" he teased, and a another cushion met his face.