/6/
Iruka was waking up. Unhurriedly, he came to his senses.
He felt very good. And his mood was excellent.
This night he had a wonderful dream.
It was even better than his usual ones. It was sensual, full of tenderness and affection.
Just. Perfect.
Without opening his eyes, Iruka smiled. He reached out with his hands above his head, and made an effort to stretch his surprisingly exhausted body.
That was exactly the moment he woke up completely.
Because he realized there was a certain area of his body where he felt all wet and sticky.
And his muscles ached!
Iruka immediately sat up in his huge bed, and winced because of the sudden burst of dull pain in his lower part.
He looked around. While the pain was tolerable, his poor bed was an intolerable mess of sheets, covers and pillows. Everything in amazing disarray.
As if someone was having big time here.
As if people were making love in his bed.
As if his dream wasn't a dream, but a very real event.
After he realized it, Iruka's body began to cover in a cold sweat.
How could this be? Impossible!
Yesterday, he took two sleeping pills, and he was at home, and as usual alone. So why?
Wait…
Was he alone?
Iruka frowned and inhaled. There was a faint aroma of fresh coffee floating in the air.
How?
Aside from the aroma, he could hear funny noises from outside of the bedroom.
It sounded like someone was moving around there. Meaning, someone was feeling right at home in Iruka's apartment.
Moreover, they were doing it without as much as letting Iruka know.
Now that was unacceptable!
Wincing, Iruka crawled out of the bed and determinately headed out.
When he entered the kitchen, in the middle of it there was none other than his favorite silver-haired jounin, wearing the thin boxers only.
Hatake Kakashi froze, and Iruka noticed he had two full cups in his hands. A faint steam was hanging above the cups.
'That looks like morning coffee,' Iruka thought in panic. 'For whom would Hatake Kakashi make coffee in my kitchen?'
He stared at Hatake Kakashi intently.
Hatake Kakashi stared back at Iruka, his mismatched eyes surprisingly wide.
The pause lasted.
Iruka was somewhat angry, so he decided to ignore his frantically beating heart and break the silence.
"Where are you heading with my cups?" he wondered in a slightly trembling and unsurprisingly rusty voice.
Hatake Kakashi exhaled and his lips stretched into a smile. A beautiful, warm smile, addressed directly to Iruka.
It worked like a charm, washing away Iruka's anger. Iruka was literally stunned, dumbfounded.
Because Hatake Kakashi wasn't wearing his mask.
'Of course he's not wearing the mask,' Iruka thought, while his mind kindly provided him with specific pieces of the memories of the last night. 'I tore that mask off his face myself, when I suddenly decided I should kiss him on the lips without that annoying piece of wet cloth always hanging in-between.'
Iruka felt his cheeks start to burn violently.
"It's just... I presumed you'll want coffee," Hatake Kakashi stretched his hand and, with a polite bow of his head, suggested one of the cups to Iruka.
Iruka hesitated a short moment, and then took the cup. While he was at it, his gaze unconsciously migrated from the silver-haired jounin's chin to his muscular chest, and then down the well-toned abs to his crotch.
The thin, dark boxers sat low on Hatake Kakashi's hips. They were particularly well-stretched on the front, revealing the contours of the big manhood.
Several shapeless, milky flecks stained the dark fabric. Iruka could bet he knew what these were. They could even be his liquids, which caused the stains.
"Thank you," Iruka mumbled.
Quickly, he averted his gaze to the side and brought the cup to his lips. His cheeks were pulsing because of the rush of blood to his face.
"Do you want milk in your coffee? Or sugar?"
"Wha…?" Iruka blinked several times, putting the images of the nude version of Hatake Kakashi's lower part, together with all the milky substances covering it, away from his inner gaze.
He shook his head.
"N-no, I like my coffee black."
Hatake Kakashi smiled that entrancing smile again.
"Thought so," he nodded.
Iruka suspected the silver-haired jounin watched him closely as well, and suddenly became aware he was actually wearing nothing.
It was so embarrassing he wished he could disappear.
He wished he could disappear, even in spite of he already realized last night wasn't a dream, and there were a lot of naughty things they shamelessly did together just a short while ago.
After another long minute of silence, Hatake Kakashi asked.
"Um… do you… want to go back to bed?"
Instead of an answer, Iruka sipped from his coffee.
Somewhere in his head, he was wondering what he was doing, being so casual with his impossible crush.
Nevertheless, he felt enormously happy about what happened between them.
Because now, to be on good terms with Hatake Kakashi seemed a proper and easy thing.
Iruka threw an approving gaze at the silver-haired jounin. Squeezing the hot cup in his trembling palms, he turned around and made an effort to hurry back to the bedroom, wishing to hide under the covers as soon as possible.
If the silver haired jounin chooses to follow him there, then so be it. The more the merrier.
Iruka stepped, but another burst of uncommon pain in his lower part made him falter. He almost tripped, but Hatake Kakashi's hands supported him in due course.
"Are you alright?" the silver-haired jounin wondered, simultaneously caressing Iruka's bare tailbone with his warm palm.
Iruka mumbled something unintelligible. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, he wished he could disappear for real.
He already remembered it all clearly.
Iruka didn't only spend the night with this dangerous jounin, no. He also was the one, who, being in his dreamy state, initiated their intercourse. Moreover, he was currently going back to bed, accompanied by that highly-desirable man!
Suddenly, Hatake Kakashi pressed himself into his backside, and Iruka could feel the man's passion, hotness, and excitement with every cell of his trembling in foretaste body.
A wave of heat went through Iruka.
Definitely, Hatake Kakashi was doing it on purpose. And as soon as he noticed Iruka's agitated state, he pressed further and hummed into Iruka's ear.
The jounin's breath caressed the sensitive shell of the ear, and Iruka's knees became weak. When he felt hot lips and tongue begin to lightly touch his skin and migrate down to his neck, he couldn't help it anymore.
He leaned back and arched, giving Hatake Kakashi better access to his body.
The cup slipped out of his sweaty, shaky hands, and fell on the floor.
However, Iruka didn't hear the loud clank of the porcelain smashing to pieces.
He was falling. And in a bit of a second found himself in Hatake Kakashi's strong arms, being repeatedly kissed on the lips. The teasing short kisses were driving Iruka mad. He entwined his hands around Hatake Kakashi's neck, tugged his face closer, so that their lips could merge and perform one really unchaste kiss, which soon transformed into a long sucking session.
"While we were at it last night, you squeezed me so tightly down here," Hatake Kakashi murmured into Iruka's ear, and his palm rested on Iruka's buttocks. "How are you feeling?"
Iruka closed his eyes. He was sure his face was red as a tomato. And the jounin's naughty middle finger, unhurriedly squeezing into the gap between his buttocks, didn't add to his effort to stay calm.
"I feel like I need another round," he whispered honestly.
That did it. Between the mixture of sweet and hot kisses and frivolous touches, Iruka hardly noticed when Hatake Kakashi laid him down on the bed.
The bouncy surface of the bed met his spine, and slightly gave in under the double weight as soon as Hatake Kakashi lowered his body on Iruka's.
Iruka opened his eyes and looked up at the silver-haired jounin's face.
Yes, Hatake Kakashi was smiling at him. The smile was happy, open and bright to such an extent that Iruka almost stopped breathing.
In spite of he understood clearly this was reality, but it still felt like in a dream. Especially in moments like this, when Hatake Kakashi was closing his eyes and slowly leaning closer to Iruka's face. As soon as their lips touched, Iruka's eyes closed on their own accord.
Hatake Kakashi deepened the kiss with almost unbearable tenderness. Iruka responded, opening up. Without reserve, his mouth met the jounin's and he willingly let him have the lead.
Oh yes, Iruka liked how Hatake Kakashi tasted, and how he smelled.
The pleasurable tremors were repeatedly gliding through Iruka's body.
This was exactly the bliss.
No dream could compare to this.
"Iruka-sensei," Hatake Kakashi whispered and slightly rose up. "Can we talk?"
At once, Iruka opened his eyes to look at him.
"What do you want to talk about?" he mumbled, a little bit uneasy. Right now, he'd prefer to continue kissing and groping each other.
"You promised me something last night. Do you remember?"
Iruka frowned and averted his eyes to the ceiling.
He promised so many things last night. In addition, every next of them was dirtier than the previous one.
He hummed when Hatake Kakashi began to nuzzle his neck.
This tender nuzzling distracted the flow of Iruka's thoughts in no time. He couldn't think straight. Ineffectually, his hands continued to tug at the jounin's pale arms, trying to force Hatake Kakashi's body to press back into his, harder. He craved the contact.
"Would you kindly remind me?"
"Yes, I will do that," the jounin's lips migrated to Iruka's ear and began to nibble the sensitive flesh there.
Iruka wondered how quickly this silver-haired teaser could learn all his favorite spots. He was under impression Hatake Kakashi already knew almost all of them.
"You promised me yourself," the jounin's voice murmured into Iruka's ear.
"Oh," Iruka smiled, thinking that it could mean anything at all.
However, Hatake Kakashi continued.
"I want to make it official."
Iruka froze under the jounin. His smile disappeared and he stared up at Hatake Kakashi in uneasy expectation.
"Sorry, you want to make what?"
This time Hatake Kakashi was not smiling, but smirking at him.
"To make us official," he gave Iruka a short loud kiss on the cheek. "We'll tell hokage, and several good friends," Iruka's other cheek got the kiss of the same sort, "may also fix up a little celebration."
Iruka couldn't stop blinking at him in sheer shock.
"You look cute like this," Hatake Kakashi drawled after a long pause.
Finally, he pressed his body firmly into Iruka's once again, and began to kiss his mouth. These were the hot kisses, involving fighting tongues, sucking, biting and a lot of saliva.
Iruka couldn't help but respond.
At some point between the kisses, though, he managed to turn his head to the side, and the silver-haired jounin tacitly began to kiss his neck.
"I'm not sure about what you've said just now," Iruka mumbled, panting heavily, and doing his best not to moan, "because maybe I don't understand th..."
In a split second, Hatake Kakashi's lips found his mouth and returned to previous occupation, effectively silencing him with fiery kisses.
"I want you," the jounin hissed into Iruka's mouth with such passion Iruka's head became dizzy.
He was fired up, too.
He wanted this man, too.
He forgot all his doubts and hugged Hatake Kakashi with all the energy and fondness he had in him.
And murmured suggestively.
"Then, take me already, talker."