WARNING: NAUGHTY STUFF IN THIS CHAPTER
Chapter 11
"The Date"
He was putting the mirror to good use. For the millionth time, he changed his shirt. He didn't have a lot of options, but he had a few nice pieces of clothing left from before Naruto had come into his life. He smiled in triumph when he found a sexy, little black sweater that wasn't too risqué. He pulled off the green shirt and slid on the black top. He glared at his reflection in the mirror. His black sweater was mysteriously stained with what looked like peanut butter.
"I've told that boy a million times to stay out of my clothing! Little imp," Iruka scolded as he pulled off the sweater and tossed it in the dirty laundry. "I'm going to make him wash that stain out later," he groused.
His eyes scanned the clothing spread out on the bed. There was a blue top with a V-neck that he liked, but he thought it looked too feminine. He had a green shirt, but he was afraid it was too casual. Lastly, there was a black top that looked like it should only be worn to a funeral.
"Guess it's the blue top, after all. Let's just hope Kakashi's into cross dressers," Iruka mused with a small smile. Idly, he pulled on the garment and examined the embroidery around the cuffs. There was a delicate pattern of silver, intertwining vines just around the edges. He adjusted the shirt on his frame and stared at his reflection critically. Out of the blue, an old memory flashed through his mind.
Rieko came skidding into the bathroom, disregarding the sign that said it was for males only.
"Iruka-kun, did you hear?" He turned away from the mirror, where he'd been checking out his outfit, and gave her a blank look.
"Hear what?" he asked. She bit on the corner of her lip nervously and hesitantly approached him.
"That girl…the one that Mizuki knocked up…she killed herself! She jumped off her apartment building and…well, you know. All she left was a note for Mizuki, but no one can find him. He's skipped town."
Iruka blinked and stepped away from the mirror, threading his fingers through his hair. He scowled as he wandered into the bathroom. He splashed some cool water on his face and reached for a towel.
He'd been worried about Mizuki when Rieko had told him that. He hadn't cared that a young, pregnant woman was splattered over some grungy street—an evil part of him almost thought she got what she had deserved. He touched his cheek softly, remembering the slap that Tsubaki had given him.
Was she strong enough to love Mizuki? Bad things happened to the people who loved him. She could probably survive whatever Mizuki dished out just as he had—but was it fair that an innocent baby be forced to bear it as well? Tsubaki had spoken as if she thought Mizuki could change, and had even scolded him for giving up on him, but Iruka knew the truth.
It was a painful lesson that he'd learned the hardest way possible, but Mizuki wasn't going to change. He might behave himself for a while, or clean up his act enough to get something he wanted, but he was not going to change.
What would it take before Tsubaki learned that lesson, too? Would he beat her? Would he hurt their innocent child before she learned?
It had been too late for the first girl, but it was not too late for Tsubaki. Iruka couldn't let it rest on his soul if he didn't at least try to warn her. His date forgotten, Iruka left the apartment as if in a daze. He didn't know where she lived, but he could start in the market and ask around. The streets of Konoha were relatively empty. There were a few people shuffling around, going about their daily business, and Iruka approached all of them to ask if they knew where he could find her. Finally, one man told him that she sold vegetables in the market, and she would probably be there all afternoon.
Iruka thanked the man and took off. He found her booth in the market and ignored the glare she gave him as he approached. Her anger towards him reminded him of the irrational anger he'd had towards the first girl Mizuki had knocked up. Quite suddenly, Iruka felt like he could see the situation a bit more clearly. He forced his expression into a sympathetic smile. Confused by his tactic, Tsubaki's glare faltered.
"Hello, Tsubaki," Iruka greeted. She sniffed and turned her head away dismissively. Undaunted, Iruka pretended as if he were interested in buying some of her vegetables.
"What do you want?" She finally asked, unable to stand the silence. Iruka put down the tomato he'd been inspecting and looked at her confidently.
"Mizuki has cheated on you, but you're angry with me instead of him. How do you know that he even told me about you?" Iruka asked, cutting straight to the point. Her eyes widened and then she glared.
"Quit trying to play mind games with me. What do you want?" she practically hissed in anger. Iruka merely sighed.
"I just want to talk to you. You know, it wasn't too many years ago that I was the one in your position. Mizuki cheated on me all the time with women, but I rationalized it by saying they gave him something I couldn't. Then I found out he cheated on me with men, too. Eventually, he left me for a woman."
"I know Mizuki's had a difficult past," Tsubaki interrupted. Iruka just silenced her with a glare.
"That woman got pregnant, and Mizuki left her. It upset her so much that she took a nosedive off a fifteen-story building and killed herself and her baby. Mizuki skipped town after that," Iruka said. Tsubaki's delicate hand moved to cover her mouth, and Iruka noticed a vivid, purple bruise barely hidden by her sleeve. Frowning, he reached for her hand and pulled it towards him, pushing up the sleeve to reveal the bruise in its entirety. "Now he's even getting violent with women," Iruka remarked with disgust. Tsubaki jerked her hand back and winced at the tender bruise.
"You could be lying…you just want him for yourself! And this bruise isn't from him!"
Wordlessly, Iruka pushed up his own sleeve to show the bruise marks that wrapped around his own forearm – roughly in the shape of a handprint. The bruise was a sickly green, slowly fading.
"Well this bruise is from him, and if you care at all about the health of your baby, you won't stay with someone that's abusive to other people. What makes you think he won't hurt your child?"
"Mizuki is excited about the baby! He wants to be a dad!" Iruka shook his head in denial.
"Maybe he feels guilty for what happened to the first one? Or maybe, more likely, he realizes that once he has a baby to hold over your head, there's nothing that you can deny him. He only went back to you because I gave up, and he knew it! All Mizuki wants is someone to play his game with – someone to hurt, because he likes making other people feel pain, and someone to pity him when he wants it. I didn't care anymore, and I didn't want to play his games. That's the only reason he wanted you back!" Iruka accused, starting to loose his temper. Tsubaki glanced around hastily, noticing that people were beginning to eavesdrop.
"This isn't the place to have this conversation," she said quietly.
"Then come to my place. We'll talk more," Iruka said. Tsubaki looked away noncommittally.
"I don't want to cause trouble between Mizuki and I…" she trailed off. Iruka glared.
"I have a little boy, too, you know. His name is Naruto. The worst moment of my life came when he saw all the bruises and cuts Mizuki had left on me last week, and asked me why someone was hurting me, and I cursed at him. I cursed at my own child. You can't even imagine how horrible I felt. That was when I started to realize something about Mizuki. I can't love him if it means I have to hurt my son. My child comes first, always, no exceptions. Agree that you'll talk with me more, please," Iruka begged. Tsubaki's eyes had filled with tears that Iruka gently brushed away with his thumb. He was surprised that she allowed him to do so. Weakly, with her arms wrapped around her tummy, she nodded.
"Where…where do you live? I'll come tomorrow morning."
Smiling in relief, Iruka gave her the address. They stood staring at each other for a moment. A million unspoken words hung between them. Tsubaki laughed off the awkward moment and wiped absently at fresh tears.
"Well, are you going to buy some vegetables or not?" Iruka smiled at her and picked up the tomato he'd been bruising earlier.
"I'll take this one," he said, fishing some change out of his pocket. She waved him off with a watery smile.
"First one's free," she replied. Iruka nodded and returned the smile.
"Thanks, and I'll see you tomorrow."
"Goodbye, Iruka-san," she replied quietly. Iruka left then, his heart feeling much lighter.
The smile fell from his face when he realized it was almost dark and Kakashi would be home with the boys. That meant it was almost time for their date.
It was a scary thought. His stomach suddenly felt like it was full of carnivorous butterflies. He squeezed the tomato in his hand a little harder than he should have and felt it turn mushy. Shaking his head at his own unreasonable nervousness, Iruka hurried back to the house so he could finish getting ready.
Kakashi read in an attempt to drown out the bickering of the two boys trudging along behind him. He wondered what Iruka would be wearing. Would he have his hair up or down?
"No, I beat you, Sasuke!"
Maybe he'd wear half of it up and leave the rest of it down. He hadn't seen him wear it like that yet.
"Shut up, you idiot! Maybe if I was bigger than the Hokage Mountain and didn't move, you might have a chance of actually hitting me."
Maybe Iruka would wear really tight pants. He might not be able to resist if he could see that perfect ass in form fitting pants…
"Oh yeah? Well take THIS!"
"BOYS!" Iruka's voice boomed from the now open door. Naruto froze with his fist cocked back, and Sasuke paused with his leg aimed to kick. "I could hear your squabbling from inside the apartment! Naruto, go to the bathroom and start filling the tub! I could smell you both from inside the apartment, too," Iruka scolded. The boys scurried inside, but Kakashi remained still, his book hanging limply by his side. Iruka shot him a questioning look.
"Well, were you just going to let them go at it?" he scolded in a very 'motherly' tone. Kakashi dumbly shook his head 'no,' his mouth hanging open under his mask. Iruka huffed and shot him a disbelieving look. "Yeah, well, I think you were so caught up in your dirty book that you forgot you had kids to watch," Iruka scolded with a sigh. "Come on in and clean up some. At this rate, once I feed the boys and get them tucked in, it's going to be too late for us to go out." With that, Iruka turned to go tend to the boys and didn't even realize that he'd left Kakashi drooling in the doorway, struck speechless.
After a few moments, Kakashi shook his head a bit and managed to regain some of his wits.
Iruka looked perfect.
"Kakashi, clean off Sasuke's cuts for me, will you?" Iruka shouted from the bathroom. Moving automatically, Kakashi picked Sasuke up and set him on the kitchen counter. The adorable little boy looked mildly horrified that someone had just picked him up as if he were a toddler. Kakashi didn't notice. He pealed the backing off of a plain bandage and absently stuck it onto Sasuke. The dark haired boy glared at him.
"Hey! Pay attention! I'm not even cut there!" Kakashi looked down, almost startled, and then his eye curved happily.
"Ah, my mistake!" Smile still in place, Kakashi heartlessly jerked off the bandage. Sasuke's eyes widened and then he growled.
"I'm going to shoot a fireball at you if you don't quit acting so weird," he threatened. Kakashi glanced down at him and patted his head.
"One day you'll understand, Sasuke-kun," Kakashi said in a wiser-than-thou tone. "Don't you think Iruka looked very nice?" he asked seconds later, a dreamy look in his eye.
"I think you're crazy," Sasuke replied. The little boy snatched the bandage out of Kakashi's hand and hopped off the counter. "I'd rather have Iruka do it," he said while shooting Kakashi a distrustful look. Oblivious, Kakashi continued to daydream in the kitchen.
Sasuke carried his bandage to Iruka, who was using a washrag to clean off Naruto's cuts with alcohol. The blonde boy was wincing and pouting and generally acting like a crybaby. When he saw Sasuke come in, he immediately stuck his bottom lip out and tried to act like it didn't bother him. Sasuke stripped out of his dirty training clothing, just like Naruto had done, and sat beside the blonde on the side of the tub. Iruka glanced at his cuts, still dirty and bleeding.
"I want you to do it," Sasuke said dismissively. Iruka looked surprised, but merely nodded. He cleaned one last cut on Naruto's back and then told him to get in the tub. The blonde boy jumped in with a huge splash and a loud 'whoopee!'
Iruka, accustomed to such behavior, managed to dodge in time. Sasuke, however, was soaked. His long hair collapsed around his face and he looked half-drowned. Naruto pointed and laughed. Growling, Sasuke turned to retaliate but Iruka gently caught his arm and began cleaning up his scrapes. With a smile, Iruka pushed Sasuke's wet bangs out of his eyes.
"Save it for the training ground, tough stuff," Iruka said with a smile. Sasuke pouted, and Iruka realized why all the little girls liked Sasuke—he was definitely a cute kid. With his battle wounds cleaned, Sasuke hopped into the tub as well and preceded to splash an unsuspecting Naruto with a wave of soapy water.
"Dad, where are my bath toys?" Naruto asked. Sasuke shot him a disbelieving look.
"We're too old for toys in the bath, idiot," he said. Iruka gave Sasuke a disapproving look.
"Don't call people names, Sasuke-kun. It's not nice. You wouldn't want someone calling you that." Iruka pulled a small basket out of the cabinet where the towels were neatly folded. Inside there were four, cheap little wooden boats. Each one was painted a different color, but a few were chipped from years of rough play at Naruto's hands. Iruka dumped the little boats into the bath and left the boys to it. "The shampoo is there, along with some rags. Don't forget to wash your hair," Iruka reminded as he left the bathroom. Kakashi was in the bedroom, getting ready for their date. He'd changed out of his uniform and was wearing some nice black pants and a blue sweater that matched the color of his mask and forehead protector. Iruka whistled and flashed him a smile.
"You clean up nice, Hatake," he complimented. Then, a hesitant look came into his eyes. "Do I…look okay?" he asked. Kakashi tugged his mask down and pulled him into a greedy kiss. When he pulled back, Iruka was almost breathless. Iruka chuckled. "I guess that answers my question. You don't think the top is too girly?"
"The shirt's perfect." Kakashi punctuated the statement with a kiss to his shoulder. "The pants are perfect." Kakashi pinched his butt. "You're perfect." Iruka got another kiss.
"I'm nervous," Iruka suddenly confessed, staring up at Kakashi's handsome face. The taller man started to say something in reply, but Sasuke shouted from in the bathroom and both men were distracted.
"Naruto, it's a WARSHIP! You can't just shoot it down with some puny guns!" Naruto's reply came just as loudly.
"Alright, so my ship has cannons. BOOM! I killed it. Look, your little people are floating in the water. Too bad my cannon blew up your lifeboats," Naruto said in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. Iruka and Kakashi could hear Sasuke growling even from the bedroom.
"This game is STUPID!" Sasuke shouted. Iruka snorted.
"I better go break that fight up. Will you go re-heat the dinner I made for the boys?" Kakashi nodded and went to do his task, a small smile on his face. Naruto's imagination was something else.
He had barely pulled the plates out of the microwave when Naruto and Sasuke came streaking in.
Literally, they were streaking. Iruka was chasing after them with towels. Naruto was giggling loudly and Sasuke had a mischievous little grin on his face. They plopped their bare butts into the dining room seats and tried to pretend like nothing was wrong with them eating dinner naked. They obviously thought the joke was hilarious, because they kept snickering and darting glances at Iruka to see his reaction. Obligingly, he made a fuss.
"You boys are crazy, and you're dripping water everywhere!" He draped the towels over the boys and roughly toweled their wet heads. Kakashi set their plates onto the table, not really caring if they ate naked as long as they hurried up with it.
He wanted Iruka all to himself.
The boys, Sasuke included, were laughing at Iruka's pretend scolding in between wolfing down bites of their dinner. While they ate, Iruka went to fetch some pajamas. At least the little monsters ate fast. Iruka had them dressed in their pajamas in record time and then shuffled them into the bedroom. Kakashi watched from the doorway as Iruka pulled the covers back and the boys crawled in, smiling contentedly as he pulled the covers up around them and tucked them in tightly.
"Do you want to hear a story?" Iruka asked. He was surprised when Naruto shook his head.
"I like Sasuke's stories better!"
"What?" Iruka asked in mock surprise. He tickled Naruto mercilessly for a few moments and then kissed his forehead. He gave Sasuke a goodnight kiss as well and stood.
"Alright then, but don't stay up too late talking. You both better be sound asleep when we get back, okay?"
"Bye, Dad! Have fun!" Iruka smiled at the boys and walked towards Kakashi. The silver-haired man gave him a smile through his mask and turned off the lights in the boys' room. He started to leave, and then remembered something.
"Don't make a mess in the kitchen if you get hungry, Naruto," Kakashi warned, his single, revealed eye glaring menacingly. The blonde boy didn't miss a beat.
"Alright, but don't go kissy-facing my dad!"
"Naruto!" Iruka scolded, but Kakashi was already pulling the door closed.
"You ready?" he asked Iruka. The brunette looked worried, but he nodded.
"Do you think the boys will be alright?" he asked as Kakashi locked up the front door.
"Don't worry. I set some traps. Anyone that tries to break in will get a nasty surprise."
"Oh, okay then. So…where are we going?" Kakashi smiled at him and interlocked their hands.
"There's a restaurant near the Hokage tower that specializes in exotic foods. They've got a little bit of everything. How does that sound?"
"Sounds great," Iruka replied, smiling nervously. The two of them left the apartment building hand in hand and enjoyed the fresh night air. The wind was getting cooler, as the winter months weren't too far off, and Kakashi wrapped his arm around Iruka's shoulders when he saw the other man shiver. Iruka leaned into him and breathed his scent in deeply. Kakashi was wearing nice cologne.
"You smell good," Iruka said, tilting his face up as he did so. Kakashi grinned down at him.
"Thank you. I didn't check you," he said with a grin. Before Iruka knew it, Kakashi was embracing him and nuzzling his masked nose against Iruka's bare neck. Iruka hadn't worn cologne, but Kakashi could smell scented soap. Iruka laughed and let Kakashi sniff at him like a big, excited puppy.
"Alright, alright—that's enough of that!" Iruka said when Kakashi's hands began to wander. Kakashi pulled back, but not before getting in a good squeeze. Iruka rolled his eyes.
"You're incorrigible."
"Is that a big word for sexy?" Kakashi asked teasingly. Iruka laughed.
"No, it's a big word for troublesome."
The streets were dimly lit, and the night sky was crowded with stars. Kakashi caught Iruka looking up at the sky admiringly.
"It's pretty tonight, isn't it?" Kakashi asked. Iruka nodded.
"Konoha is gorgeous. It's so clean and tidy. Sometimes it almost doesn't seem real. I mean, everything's been crazy since I came here, but right now things are good. I feel good. I'm glad to be here with you," Iruka said sincerely. Kakashi squeezed the smaller man's shoulders.
"Konoha's better now that you're here," Kakashi replied. A thoughtful look came onto Iruka's face, and the brunette studied his feet as if fascinated.
"I talked to Tsubaki today," he said quietly. Kakashi rubbed his back encouragingly.
"How did that go?" he asked. Iruka looked up again and sighed.
"It went okay. She agreed to talk to me again. I'm worried about her." Kakashi nodded.
"I'm worried, too. I wasn't sure how you wanted to handle it, though. She thinks she's doing the right thing by staying with him. What do I know? She might be right. I'm not an expert on love by any stretch of the imagination," Kakashi said. Iruka peered up at him and then kissed his masked jaw.
"Your instinct told you Mizuki was trouble and you were right. Whether she loves him or not doesn't matter. She has someone else to consider now. I hurt Naruto because of Mizuki, and it made me realize that I can't have them both. Naruto comes first, you know?" Kakashi smiled underneath his mask and stopped them. He wrapped Iruka up in a big hug.
"You're a good dad, and I think you're doing the right thing. Mizuki let you go a long time ago. Don't waste your precious heart on him."
"I know. It's just…really hard. I know it's stupid of me to still care—I know that! I just…"
"You're a loyal person to the people you love, and it's hard for you to let Mizuki go. I understand that. It's just going to take time."
"I just keep wondering what's going to happen to him. It breaks my heart to think of him living all alone and miserable," Iruka confessed. Then, he looked up at Kakashi with big eyes. "I'm sorry that I'm talking about all this. We're supposed to be having a nice date."
Kakashi replied by tugging his mask down and kissing him gently.
"It makes me happy when you confide in me. I want to help you get through this, so no more worrying, okay?" Kakashi asked. Iruka nodded. They'd reached the restaurant. Despite the fact that it was a Saturday night, it didn't look very crowded.
Kakashi gave his name to the waitress in the front and held Iruka's hand as they walked to their table. A few of the other guests stared at them.
"Kakashi," Iruka whispered, "if you don't want to be so open about us you don't have to be." Kakashi just held his hand a little tighter and pulled out his chair for him.
"Let them stare. I read porn in public. I'm not overly concerned with their opinion of me."
"Good point," Iruka conceded with a smile. He looked at the menu absently, but then his eyes widened. "Kakashi, this food is too expensive!" Kakashi reached for his hand across the table and kissed the back of it. Iruka blushed attractively.
"You deserve it, so order whatever you want," Kakashi said. Iruka felt his heartbeat speed up as Kakashi looked at him as if he were royalty or something. There was a moment where Iruka simply got lost staring at Kakashi's handsome face – picturing the features he knew were hidden by cloth. The silver haired ninja grinned under his mask and glanced back down at the menu. The waitress came and asked what they would like to drink. Kakashi ordered some expensive alcohol. "I think you'll like it," he said to Iruka. "It's fruity and kind of bubbly."
Iruka grinned and blushed again. He couldn't stop blushing! Kakashi smiled teasingly.
"You're so cute when you blush," he complimented.
"Quit teasing me!" Iruka replied, his cheeks bright red. Iruka's eyes narrowed when Kakashi didn't stop grinning at him like an idiot, and he was reminded of his earlier mission. His blush faded as he pretended to be studying the menu. Underneath the table, hidden by the long white tablecloth, Iruka slipped his foot out of his sandal and teasingly brushed it up Kakashi's calf. Thankfully, the table was fairly small so it wasn't hard for him to reach.
Kakashi stopped grinning. He gulped.
"Iruka…" he began. Iruka glanced up obliviously, big brown eyes wide and innocent.
"Hmm?" he asked. Kakashi scooted his chair a bit and coughed into his hand. Iruka just kept smiling at him. He slid his foot over Kakashi's knee and up between his legs. His wandering toes stopped just short of Kakashi's crotch. Acting completely oblivious, Iruka cocked his head and studied his menu. "Any recommendations for what I should order?" he asked. Kakashi swallowed thickly. Iruka watched as the ninja's hand dropped underneath the table. He smirked, expecting Kakashi to push his foot away, unable to handle the stimulation.
"It just depends…on what you like," Kakashi practically purred. His hand wrapped securely around Iruka's foot and his fingers began to work their magic. Iruka's jaw dropped a little at the sensuous touches on his foot. Iruka closed his mouth and bit on his lip.
"I think you should order for me. You obviously know just what I like," Iruka replied, his voice full of heat. He gave Kakashi a sultry look over the candles on the table and reached for the man's other hand. He began to trail his fingers over Kakashi's palm, drawing abstract designs with the tips of his fingers. Kakashi finished with Iruka's foot and began to rub his ankle. Iruka moaned – just loudly enough so that Kakashi would be the only one to hear.
Kakashi's hand stilled when he heard the moan, and he scooted his chair closer to the table. It pushed Iruka's foot against his arousal.
Iruka smirked. He let his foot slide away, down one of Kakashi's thighs and then his calf. The waitress returned with their drinks. Kakashi shifted uncomfortably, and Iruka's smirk turned into a grin. Iruka thanked the waitress.
"Are you ready to order yet?" she asked. Iruka arched an eyebrow at Kakashi. The silver-haired ninja sat up a little straighter and both hands returned to the tabletop. He rattled off the name of some hard to pronounce dish. The waitress jotted it down and then left. Shooting him a dirty look, Kakashi began to pour the alcohol into the little cups.
"Tease," he mumbled under his breath. Iruka caressed Kakashi's hand when the man passed him his drink.
"It's only teasing if I don't plan to carry through." Iruka took a long sip of his drink. He placed the little cup in front of him and flirtatiously tugged his long hair over his shoulder. His fingers slipped and twisted the locks with practiced ease. Kakashi watched hypnotized. "I definitely plan to finish what I start with you, Kakashi," Iruka purred.
"Hmm…we'll see. I still don't think you're ready," Kakashi replied, crossing his arms over his chest. Iruka stopped playing with his hair, flicking it back over his shoulder. Iruka turned off the seductive vibe almost instantly.
"Will you show me where the bathroom is?" Iruka asked. Kakashi had managed to get control of himself by that point, so he stood and pulled Iruka's chair out for him again, a bit confused by the abrupt mood change. With his hand on the small of Iruka's back, he guided his date through the tables and towards the back, where there was a small bathroom. No one was waiting in line. Kakashi stopped, but Iruka glanced to see that they hadn't been noticed before he grabbed Kakashi's hand and pulled him in, too.
He locked the door ominously behind him and stalked forward, pushing Kakashi a bit roughly in the chest. Kakashi felt the bathroom wall against his back. Iruka pulled his mask down and kissed him passionately. Iruka's hands slipped under Kakashi's sweater and roamed up and down bare chest, paying extra attention to his nipples. When Iruka broke the kiss, he trailed his lips up Kakashi's jaw to whisper in his ear.
"I'm going to suck you off, now. I'm going to unbutton your pants and slide this tongue," Iruka licked his ear playfully, "all over you. I'm going to swallow when you cum in my throat, and its going to taste better than dinner. Are you hard for me, Kakashi?"
The dirty talk went straight to his cock. Kakashi groaned and forgot all about any noble plans to give Iruka time. He thrust against Iruka's belly and turned his head, trying to catch Iruka's elusive lips in a kiss. Iruka dodged his mouth and showered his jaw in kisses lighter than the brush of butterfly wings. The kisses went down his neck, over his bunched up mask and sweater, around his nipples…and then a hot tongue slid out and dragged wetly down his tensed stomach. Iruka's hands undid Kakashi's pants while his tongue swirled around belly button. Kakashi arched when his pants were yanked away and Iruka's pretty mouth wrapped hungrily around his erection. He pushed his forehead protector back and stared intensely at the gorgeous image of Iruka on his knees in the posh bathroom, powerfully sucking him off. He bit his lip to keep from moaning out loud. The heady rush of chakra into his Sharingan, combined with the talented tongue massaging his dick, finished him quickly. He came into Iruka's waiting mouth, watching entranced as his boyfriend caught every drop, swallowing it like it was water and he'd been very, very thirsty.
There was a knock on the bathroom door. Kakashi jumped. Iruka grinned at his reaction and acted as cool as a cucumber. Kakashi watched stunned as Iruka tucked him back into his pants and smoothed out his sweater. Iruka pecked his lips, and Kakashi thought he caught a taste of himself, but he couldn't be sure. Iruka fixed his mask for him and then turned on the faucet to wash his hands. Kakashi was still frozen in place, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that he'd just gotten a blowjob in a public bathroom while someone stood outside.
Iruka gave him an expectant look.
"Wash your hands. Someone's waiting," he reminded. Kakashi mechanically washed his hands, unable to tear his eyes away from Iruka as he checked his reflection and made sure his hair hadn't fallen out of place. When he was satisfied with his appearance, he shot Kakashi an irritated look and turned off the water for him. "You're clean. Come on."
Iruka unlocked the bathroom and opened it just as a pretty, dark haired woman was about to knock. She saw right over Iruka's shoulder and her dark, red lips formed a surprised 'o' shape.
"Kakashi-san?" she asked a bit dumbly. Her unique eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, and then a brilliant blush darkened her cheeks. Kakashi hastily left, passing her as he did so.
"Hello Kurenai-san. Enjoy your dinner," Kakashi chirruped with a ridiculously pleased expression on his face. Kurenai didn't reply.
As they returned to their table, their food was being brought out. Kakashi didn't stop smiling the entire meal, and he kept drinking cup after cup of alcohol. When they were almost done eating, Iruka snorted at his expression.
"You look like Naruto when he gets a new toy," Iruka commented. Kakashi gave him the grin he saved for particularly delicious scenes in Icha Icha.
"I just can't believe you did that!" Kakashi practically squealed. Iruka laughed.
"Yeah, well, I'm full of surprises. I think you drank too much during dinner," Iruka assessed. Kakashi happily paid the bill and rushed to pull out Iruka's chair. He was acting ridiculously happy, and his ear-to-ear grin was infectious. Once they were out of the restaurant, Kakashi actually picked Iruka up and twirled him. Trapped in Kakashi's arms, Iruka could only laugh as Kakashi pushed him against the side of a building.
"I think I love you," Kakashi said with a big, dopey smile. Iruka winced a bit at the words and the smell of alcohol on Kakashi's breath, but he tugged Kakashi's mask down and kissed him sweetly.
"That's the blowjob talking, sweetheart. Let's go home, okay?" Iruka blinked and when he opened his eyes, Kakashi had transported them directly to their bedroom. Iruka had been feeling a little tipsy as well, but the sudden jutsu made him sober up. Kakashi, however, was still grinning and swaying a bit unsteadily. Iruka managed to get him to sit on the bed by crawling into his lap. "I can't believe it. You're a giggly drunk. It's not very manly at all," Iruka said with a pout. Kakashi smiled broadly up at him, his eyes looking a little vacant.
"I'm man enough for you," Kakashi said in a deep, husky voice. The mood changed almost instantly. Iruka was turned on by the promise, and he started to lean in for a kiss.
Then Kakashi giggled. Irritated, Iruka pushed him down onto the bed and kissed him passionately.
"Sober up. I'm going to check on the kids and then I'll be back. I expect you to be naked for me by then, got it?" Kakashi nodded, his revealed eye crinkling happily. His tongue darted out and he licked the tip of Iruka's nose. Iruka snorted. "Maybe I should just let you sleep this off." As Iruka came to that conclusion, Kakashi was rolling around on the bed in an attempt to get his sweater off.
Iruka shook his head.
"Yeah…I'm definitely not going to have sex with you when you're like that. Go to sleep, Kakashi." Kakashi mumbled something into his sweater. Taking pity on him, Iruka crawled onto the bed and helped Kakashi free himself from the garment.
The incoherent mumbling turned into, "Don't leave me, 'Ruka! We'll have lots and lots of sex. I promise!" Another giggle. Iruka smiled in amusement and guided Kakashi's head down to the pillow. Next he unbuttoned the man's pants and tugged them off, along with his sandals. Kakashi popped the elastic in his boxers. "I love these boxers!" he chirruped. "They're lucky!"
"Oh, definitely," Iruka agreed, not really paying attention. He situated the covers and pulled them over Kakashi. "I don't know if you can hold your alcohol or not, so I'm going to get you a trashcan just in case."
"Okay!" Kakashi replied happily. Iruka fetched the trashcan and left it beside the bed. Then he went to check on the kids. They were sleeping deeply. Naruto had his leg slung over Sasuke and was using him as a big body pillow. Iruka smiled and softly closed the door.
"Iruka!" Kakashi called out from the other bedroom. Rolling his eyes, Iruka went back to him and closed the door behind him.
"Shh! You'll wake up the boys!" Iruka warned. Kakashi reached out a hand to him.
"Come 'ere. I want to play with your hair." Iruka began to strip out of his clothes and toe out of his sandals. Completely naked, he climbed into bed and straddled Kakashi. He pulled out his hair tie and shook out his hair. He fluffed it a bit and then leaned over, kissing Kakashi slowly. His hair tickled the other man's cheeks and chest. Kakashi didn't kiss well when he was drunk. His eye peered up at Iruka curiously, almost like he didn't even know where he was or whom he was with. Iruka sighed and gave up. Making sure Kakashi was on the outside in case he needed to puke, Iruka crawled under the covers.
"Hold me," he said. Vulnerable to suggestion, Kakashi nodded happily.
"Okay," he replied, wrapping Iruka up in his arms. Maybe it was the alcohol—Iruka always became emotional when he drank—but suddenly he felt sad. He hugged Kakashi tightly.
"Baby, what's wrong?" Kakashi asked. The pet name reminded Iruka of Mizuki, and his reply was sharper than it should have been.
"Don't call me that," Iruka ordered. Kakashi was obviously hurt. He craned his head forward to look Iruka in the eyes.
"I'm sorry, 'Ruka. Are you mad because I'm drunk? I'll never drink again, promise."
Iruka sighed. "It's not that, sweetheart. Don't worry about it."
"Do you want to have sex?" Kakashi asked, managing to smile instead of giggle, at the very least. Iruka pouted.
"It would take my mind off things, but I doubt you'd even know where to stick it in this state."
Kakashi grinned at him like the solution was obvious. He spread his arms out on the pillows in a dramatic fashion.
"Then you stick me!"
Iruka dismissed it, then considered it, and finally smirked.
"Actually, I think that's the best thing I've heard all night," Iruka purred wickedly. He found Kakashi's lube in the nightstand drawer and was surprised to see that his cock liked the idea, too. He'd fucked girls before, but he'd never topped during sex with a man. Mizuki had been too much of a control freak, and all his clients had been tops as well. Kakashi had been the first of his lovers to suggest it, and the unknown (sexually speaking) had always interested him.
Kakashi watched him obliviously as he slathered lube onto his erection and then on his fingers.
"I've never done this before," Kakashi confessed with a secretive grin. Iruka just grinned.
"Neither have I. Now take off your boxers and spread your legs for me, sweetheart," Iruka ordered with a cocky grin. Kakashi obeyed.
"I like it when you talk dirty," Kakashi mused with a smile, playing with himself a bit once his boxers were off. Iruka kissed his cheek to avoid the alcohol on his breath and trailed a finger over Kakashi's opening. With a mischievous look, he stuck it in slowly, watching as Kakashi's eye widened and his jaw fell open.
"You're so tight—you really are a virgin. I'm just using one finger now, but it feels big, doesn't it?"
"Ughhh…"
"It's good that you're so relaxed, because otherwise it would be hard when I put in this second finger. Can I keep going?" Iruka asked. Kakashi nodded enthusiastically and even bucked weakly towards his fingers. Smiling, Iruka began to scissor his fingers. He used his other hand to massage Kakashi's cock. The ninja was becoming aroused, despite the strange sensation in his ass, and he moaned encouragingly.
Two fingers became three, and one finger found Kakashi's prostate. The man practically jumped off the bed. He began panting, grinding his ass onto Iruka's fingers in neediness. It was hot as hell, and Iruka was high on the feeling of being in complete control for once.
"More, 'Ruka, please," Kakashi begged. Iruka moaned at the words and pulled his fingers out. He replaced them with his dick and began to fuck Kakashi in earnest. He pulled one of Kakashi's long legs over his shoulder to get a better angle and then hit the nail on the head. Iruka stuffed his fingers into Kakashi's mouth to muffle his moans. Over and over he pounded into Kakashi's prostate until the man exploded with his erection practically untouched. Iruka followed after, grunting in surprise when his climax was practically jerked out of his gut. He collapsed weakly onto Kakashi, uncaring of their mess. Almost instantly, they were both sound asleep.
Iruka woke up when his shoulder was shaken.
"Iruka! Iruka, wake up!" Kakashi growled. Iruka blinked his eyes open and yawned hugely. He winced as he felt his skin pull on his stomach. He and Kakashi were stuck together.
The memory of the pervious night flashed in his mind and he grinned like the cat that ate the canary. Kakashi closed his eyes resignedly.
"I was hoping my ass was sore for another reason, but I guess that grin says otherwise."
Iruka burst out laughing.
"What were you hoping happened?" Iruka teased. Kakashi groaned and a blush appeared on his pale cheeks. "Actually, Kakashi, are you certain you're only a top? Because the second you were tipsy…"
"Alright, that's enough out of you!" Kakashi said sternly. Iruka couldn't resist. He licked the tip of Kakashi's nose and then burst out laughing. It took Kakashi a moment, but then he remembered. His blush worsened. "You know what? You should be ashamed of yourself for taking advantage of me while I was drunk."
"Ha! Hate to be the one to tell you, but you begged for it, sweetheart. I just helped you out, because I'm a nice boyfriend like that," Iruka said. Kakashi glared at him in response. With a smile, Iruka added, "don't make me lick your nose again. Stop pouting. You liked it."
"I did not!" Kakashi replied. Iruka faked confusion.
"Then…when you were moaning and begging me to talk dirty…that was what you look like when you're not enjoying yourself?"
"I'm not the girl!" Kakashi finally snapped. Iruka growled and separated from him quite painfully.
"Yeah, well neither am I! That was a dumb thing to say, Kakashi. Quit being such an ass just because I fucked yours." Iruka walked into the bathroom, obviously irritated. Kakashi scowled.
"If you're not the girl, then why'd you wear such a girly shirt last night, huh?" Kakashi called out childishly. Iruka shot him the finger over his shoulder and slammed the bathroom door. Kakashi stood up hastily and opened the door. He didn't sense the kids' chakra, so they must have gone outside to play. They could fight as loud as they wanted to. In the bathroom, Iruka glared up at him challengingly.
"Get out!" he half-shouted. Kakashi shut the door behind him, and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I need the shower more than you do," he replied, trying to make Iruka see sense. The brunette only turned on his heel and stepped into the tub. He pulled the shower curtain closed.
Kakashi yanked it open.
"Iruka!" Kakashi shouted. When Iruka ignored him and even turned on the water, Kakashi got in, too, tossing his forehead protector out into the bathroom carelessly.
"Ugh! Get out, Kakashi! I'm not showering with you!"
"Looks like that's what you're doing to me. Get out if you don't like it."
"You're a real asshole sometimes, you know that?" Iruka hissed, reaching around Kakashi for the shampoo. "Are you really that insecure about your manhood that you can't take a little backdoor action?"
"I didn't like it, alright? Shut up about it already!" Kakashi replied dangerously. Iruka huffed in reply, his lips drawn into a thin line. Kakashi was washing the dried spunk off his stomach and using his peripheral vision to watch Iruka pour an enormous glob of shampoo into his hand. "You're using too much," Kakashi said waspishly. Iruka looked up at him in disbelief.
"Seriously? Shut the hell up, Kakashi. It's my shampoo," Iruka snapped. Kakashi realized with a start that it really was Iruka's shampoo. In fact, there were now more things in his bathroom than he was used to seeing. Two shampoo bottles, two bars of soap, wood toy boats on one end of the tub, and a veritable rainbow of shower gels, strange lotions, and brightly colored scrubs. It suddenly made him feel unsettled.
"What the hell is all that stuff for?" Kakashi asked, gesturing at the five or six bottles cluttering up one of the little shower selves that had previously been empty. Iruka just glared at him. When Iruka didn't answer, Kakashi continued taunting him. "A real man doesn't use all that crap," Kakashi explained snidely. Iruka practically exploded.
"A real man doesn't giggle when he gets drunk!" With that, Iruka shoved Kakashi aside and began to rinse out his long hair. Kakashi wanted to stay mad, he really did, but Iruka looked hot. They'd already broken his no-sex rule, so it couldn't hurt to take advantage of the situation just a little.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Forgive me?" he asked insincerely as he tried to brush a hand up Iruka's side. The brunette pulled away from his touch and glared at him with shampoo dripping everywhere.
"Don't say something you don't mean! If being bottom made you uncomfortable, that's all you had to say. You didn't have to insult me in the process! Now, not even seconds after insulting me, you want me to spread my legs for you!"
Kakashi began to feel guilty. "When you put it like that…" he trailed off, unable to express himself. Iruka finished rinsing his hair. Worried that Iruka was going to get out of the shower, Kakashi trapped the other man in his arms. Thankfully, Iruka didn't resist. Kakashi pulled him out of the main spray and gave him the puppy dog eyes. Iruka tried to resist, but he ended up sighing in resignation.
"Apologize, and this time put some effort into it," Iruka ordered. Acting appropriately remorseful, Kakashi wrapped him up in a hug.
"I'm sorry for calling you girly…and for lying about not enjoying last night. I guess I can bottom every once in awhile, but you're going to have to let me get used to it, okay?"
Iruka let Kakashi caress his wet back and enjoyed the comforting embrace.
"You don't have to if you don't want to. It was just a nice change for once, but I like being on bottom…and that doesn't make me a woman," Iruka insisted. Kakashi kissed his forehead.
"I know. It was stupid of me to say so. Any man that will go down on me in a public restroom doesn't deserve to be called anything but amazing. You really were gorgeous last night. I couldn't even find words when I first saw you."
"Okay, you can stop groveling and fuck me now," Iruka said playfully, pulling back slightly to smile up at his lover. Kakashi grinned and surprised Iruka by lifting him up and pressing his back against the cold tile. Iruka hissed and arched away from the coldness, but Kakashi pressed against him. The hot water streamed over them and Kakashi was ready, but Iruka wasn't aroused yet. Kakashi lowered him again and took a step back, much to Iruka's confusion.
"Touch yourself. I want to watch," Kakashi ordered. He reached for his own shampoo and squirted some into his hair, lathering it up and washing it without tearing his eyes away from Iruka. The brunette had spread his legs and gripped the showerhead with one hand. He was slowly pumping himself with his other hand. Still riveted by the sight, Kakashi squatted down and found the toy boats, tossing them out of the bathtub. He then sat, reclining in the tub and pushing the shower curtain away so he could hook one leg over the side of the tub. Iruka didn't need Kakashi to explain how it was going to work. Quickly, Iruka let go of the showerhead and dropped to his knees. He crawled the length of the tub and straddled his lover in one smooth movement. With only an encouraging nod from Kakashi, he slid onto the man's arousal and tossed his head back to feel the spray of water on his face. The water was getting a bit cool, and it made his nipples harden as it rolled down his chest in little rivulets. It felt divine on his hot skin. With one hand on the soap shelf and the other on Kakashi's knee, Iruka began to slowly ride Kakashi so that each thrust hit his prostate unmercifully. He moaned deep in his throat and slowed the pace even more, causing Kakashi to grunt in need and weakly buck his hips.
Iruka felt his chest constrict and he could no longer maintain the maddeningly slow pace. Moaning Kakashi's name, he began to speed up. Just when he was about to cum, Kakashi grabbed his hips and roughly stopped him. Opening his eyes in confusion, he looked down to see Kakashi pulling out to change their position. He groaned in disappointment but allowed Kakashi to turn off the icy water and pull him out of the tub. Iruka was so hard it was difficult to walk.
"Kakashi…" he pleaded, trying to draw the man's hand to his erection. Instead, Kakashi squeezed him so that he couldn't cum. "Ughhh!" Iruka protested. Ignoring his pleas and moans, Kakashi spun him around and bent him over the side of the tub. The porcelain was cold against his erection, and he began to loose it. Then Kakashi roughly slammed into his ass, expertly hitting that sweet spot deep inside him, and it came back full force. Two thrusts later and Iruka came powerfully, almost simultaneously with Kakashi.
Mere seconds later, there was a knock on the front door.
"Shit!" Iruka cursed, too boneless to even move.
"What?" Kakashi panted from somewhere slightly behind Iruka's right ear.
"That's Tsubaki. I asked her to come over this morning so we could talk." Kakashi pulled out of him and kissed his shoulder.
"Alright, I'll give you two some privacy."
"Wait! Kakashi…I don't even think I can stand," Iruka said helplessly. Between the hot water and what Iruka figured was probably the most intense climax of his life, he felt like he was a big puddle of mush. Laughing, Kakashi hooked his strong arms around Iruka's torso and hauled him up off the tub.
"You got it now?" Kakashi asked, his tone arrogant and beyond cocky. Iruka didn't want to stroke his ego anymore than his boneless-ness already had, but some praise was definitely in order.
"I think so. That was…impressive, Kakashi."
"Still think I shouldn't be a top?" Kakashi asked with a playful grin. Iruka rolled his eyes.
"Alright, you're exceedingly good at fucking me senseless. Now let me go! She's going to leave if I don't hurry!"
"First tell me who's sexy," Kakashi said. Iruka laughed.
"You are. Can I go now?" Iruka asked cheekily. Kakashi smirked and tossed him a towel. Iruka tied it around his waist and rushed to the door on wobbly legs, just barely in time to catch Tsubaki before she turned to leave.
A/N: Did you like it? Again, I could have edited the sex out, but I had to build a deck today so I have a million other things to do and I don't really have the time to edit it. I figured you guys would rather read the new chapter and just skip the naughty bits than not get a chapter at all. ;)