Chapter 11

I was lying on my back with an almost steady breathing when I finally decided to shut my eyes and try to empty my mind so that it would not keep me awake for the rest of the night. That plan failed, though, when suddenly Kakashi turned in his place and an arm hit my chest. Out of sheer panic, I pushed his arm away immediately.

My heart started racing and I felt more sweat forming on my forehead. I could not do this, it was too

nerve-racking.

Kakashi groaned and moved again. Was it just me or was he coming closer?

I moved away from him until I felt the edge of the bed underneath my arm. My head was throbbing again and I was breathing faster than before. Why was this so upsetting?

I felt his hand on my upper arm and I held my breath automatically. Something felt wrong about this, very wrong. I had to get out. I was better off sleeping on the couch with all the others dancing around and screaming. At least I did not have to feel like this. But what was it I felt? Was it... fear?

Quickly, I pushed myself up into a sitting position, but when I was about to stand, a hand wrapped around my wrist and tugged me back onto the bed. I sank the spit that was about to overflow. Now, it was actually a difficulty for me to breathe.

Something was moving closer, but I could not see what was going on. Then, suddenly, I heard someone breathing near my face and I could feel the presence of someone that was sitting right next to me.

I tried to say something, but I could not get the words across my lips. I clapped my teeth together and shut my eyes tightly. It was uncomfortable to have someone that close to me.

Kakashi jerked me even closer to himself and pushed me down so I lay on my back again. Slowly, he laid down beside me with his arm around my waist. It felt like he was trying to prevent me from escaping - just like that time... That time where he tried to... kiss me? Sure, that had just been my imagination, but still, I could not help but compare the two situations to each other. Something about this was just like that.

This made me start panting. My throat had clogged up completely and I grabbed the sheet underneath me tightly with one hand. I had to hold on to something, but why? What was it I was so desperately hanging on to?

His fingertips brushed up against my side, gently, like he was playing harp on my ribs. It tickled, but not nearly as much as when he reached my armpit. I inhaled and held the air inside of me as a reflex caused by a state of shock. This felt wrong, it felt so wrong!

"Iruka... san," he whispered my name in a way I had never heard it been whispered before. It sounded almost passionately? I could not answer and I probably was not supposed to either, but the fact that I could not scared me more than you can even imagine.

My fist tightened around the sheet and I panted heavily. The heat was rushing to my cheeks, the warmth being almost unbearable. It already felt like I was burning up. To top it all, the air went humid and it only made it even more difficult for me to breathe properly.

I let go of the sheet and pushed his hand away from me, but it was hard to control my shivering body. My hands slow movements and their shaking resembled the hands of someone with Parkinson's disease. He did not give up, though and his hand returned fearlessly.

"W-wha-wha..." I stuttered heftily and could not finish the sentence. He did not seem to care that I was trying to tell him something and crawled on top of me, sitting on the lowest part of my stomach. I did not know what he was doing and it was hard to sense the movements I could not see.

But then I felt something warm near my face and he breathed on me again. He had a bad breath; a mix of alcohol, cigarette smoke and a slight hint of the sweet smell of weed. I panicked.

I fought to get him off me, pressing my hands against his chest and twisting my abdomen. Struggling moans escaped my mouth and I panted even more than before. He was so strong, I could not knock him over.

I squalled quietly so the others would not hear me, but that did not make him back off, it only made him even more determined to force me to lie still.

My hand curled around the side of his neck and I tried to push his head to the side – away from me. If I was lucky, it would make the rest of his body unsteady enough for me to kick him off. But that was not what happened. He grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the bed, quickly grabbing my free hand and doing the same to it.

Squeaking, shrieking, screeching, panting and moaning, I kept on struggling. I kicked my legs fiercely and tried to wrench my hands out of his firm grip, but no matter what I did, it did not make any difference.

Then suddenly, without warning, he smashed his lips against mine. My eyes widened and I tried to scream, but I could not because of the heavy pressure and my clogged throat. As a last solution, I tried to bite him, but he moved away before I got the chance to catch him between my teeth and he started kissing my neck instead.

It felt like I was chocking and I coughed a few times while holding back my screams. In a way, it felt like I was about to cry – I did not – but it felt like it.

I kicked my legs effortlessly and did not wrench enough underneath him for it to even feel like I was struggling against him. What was he doing? What was I doing? This was not right, we were not supposed to do things like these! So why was I not trying harder to get away from him?

He kissed me on my jaw and on my chin before finding his way back to my lips. I did not kiss him back, but I had given up trying to fight something I could obviously not overpower.

Carefully, he let go off one of my hands and placed his own hand on my cheek. I did not move, just let him do what he wanted. He then loosened his grip around my other hand, but kept holding on to it. Slowly, he raised it from above the mattress and led it behind his back and under his shirt. He was warm and sweaty, maybe I had put up a fight after all?

He stopped kissing my passive lips and pressed the side of his face against mine, caressing it gently with his nose and tickling my cheek with his eyelashes. It almost felt like a cuddle-some cat was rubbing its face up against mine. Whenever he exhaled through his nose and the air slightly touched my face, my fingers and toes curled up and I blinked uncontrollably.

His lips grazed my jaw line and it felt like someone gave me a shock of electricity through my legs. I could not help myself from sliding my hand further up his back, feeling all the short, soft hairs as my hand made its way towards his shoulder blades. I could now conclude with certainty that he had a strong back. No doubt about it.

He touched my neck with the tip of his fingers. What was this feeling? This fluttery sensation inside my stomach. What we were doing was wrong, I could state that a hundred times, but at this point, I would never believe it myself completely. I breathed in through my nose, picking up on the scent of after shave that covered his skin.

How could something this wrong feel so pleasant?

My heart was still racing faster and faster with every second and I was sweating like never before, but I was not feeling uncomfortable anymore. A bit, but not much.

It was thrilling. We were not allowed to do things like those to each other, but that only made it even more tempting for me to touch him in places I should not.

He tried to kiss me again and he appeared to have a more careful approach now that I did not struggle anymore. I bit the inside of my underlip, could I do this? If I kissed him, there would be no turning back. But... I just had to.

I pressed my lips against his and closed my eyes. He responded immediately and pressed back, smirking into our kiss. I felt like curling my entire body into a ball. This tickling would not come to an end.

Unexpectedly, he placed his hands on each side of my stomach. I moaned accidentally and bit my lower lip. That touch. No matter where he placed his hands that touch of his sent a cold shudder down my spine.

This time, he kissed me with parted lips and his tongue skimmed my upper lip. I could not let him wait any longer and truth to be told, I did not want to wait anymore either. Slowly, I opened my mouth just enough for his tongue to enter. He took the chance I gave him and exploited it to the utmost. He moaned into the fully consummated kiss and the roaring sound in his throat made my inner thighs vibrate like crazy. So this was how it felt like to take a bite of the forbidden fruit? No wonder Eve could not stop herself from doing it, this was heavenly. It might not have tasted like it, but I probably tasted just as badly so I should not complain.

I started caressing his back with the hand that was already there. I directed the other hand to his face. He could not kiss me with those soft lips unless he had taken off his mask. I had to touch, I had to feel. The fact that I could not see his face was eating me up from the inside, but as long as I got to touch, I could live with it for at little while longer.

My palm connected with his cheek and I began stroking my thumb up and down. The skin there was not as soft as the skin on his back. This was kind of rough and nubbly. It was hard to describe it when I could not even imagine what it looked like myself.

He grabbed my hand and led it away from his cheek, gently placing it at the edge of his shirt and closing it around the fabric. Did he want me to pull it off?

Unsure of what to do, I grabbed his shirt with my other hand as well and began removing it from his upper body. He groaned happily and lifted his arms so I could take it off completely. It sounded like he shook his head wildly when the shirt had been thrown onto the floor. I reached out one hand and ran my fingers through his semi-long hair. It was so soft and I could not help but wonder how he got it to bristle like that when it did not feel like he was using any kind of hair wax, hairspray or any other hair product.

He grabbed my shirt and jerked me up into a sitting position, pulling the shirt off my body with one quick heave. As the shirt was pulled off, it felt like a million butterflies fluttered their wings and flew from my stomach and all the way up past my ears. I wrapped one arm around his waist and placed the other one behind his neck, forcing him into another intensified kiss. He interlaced me with his legs and threw his arms around my neck, deepening the already passionate kiss.

My hand ran up his neck and back into his fairy-like hair, quickly grabbing a handful of it and pulling his head back, breaking the kiss. He pressed his naked upper body against mine and whimpered. I was not going to let him take control. Now I was going to show him what I was made of.

I licked him all the way from the beginning of his neck till I reached his earlobe. He did not taste like that bitch I had given a body shot. He did not taste of various chemicals or perfumes. He tasted humanly and salty, but the last thing was because of the sweat his body was soaked in. This felt so good.

Desiring to hear him moan for me, I nibbled at his ear and bore my nails into his back. He gave me what I wanted.

I let go of his hair and his chest slammed into mine. He leaned the side of his head against mine, resting his sharp chin on my shoulder. It hurt, but I did not complain. His heart beat fast against my chest and I could not stop myself from smiling. It felt good to be able to make another human being feel like that.

Kakashi shifted restlessly in my lap and he made an uncomfortable sound. I did not know what was wrong with him, but I could not get myself to ruin the beautiful silence. Instead, I wrapped both my arms around him and gave him a small hug. It did not make any difference, though and suddenly he started gagging.

He pushed himself out of my embrace and away from me, throwing himself towards the other side of the bed. I could hear that he was puking onto the floor.

I felt my way to him and placed myself behind him, gently brushing his hair away from his face. The vomit smelled horrible, but I did not want leave his side. He kept gagging, but only puked 3 out of 15 times.

When he was done, he collapsed into my arms. I turned him around to face him, even though we could not see each other. His breath was ten times worse than before, but I just breathed through my mouth instead of my nose. I could kind of taste it, but the taste was not as strong as the smell.

I cupped his face with my hands and whispered, "Feeling better?" he nodded as an answer. His body felt weaker and I had to hold him with at least one arm or else he would fall either onto the bed or down at the puke covered floor. I stretched out my free arm until I reached one of the pillows, quickly pulling off the cover.

I let Kakashi fall back into my arms again and made him rest the back of his head on my shoulder. I wiped his mouth with the cover, threw it onto the floor and pulled him towards the middle of the bed, carefully laying him down at it. I tugged the pillow that still had a cover on it underneath his head before laying down beside him.

He groaned quietly and nuzzled up against me, placing his head on my shoulder instead of the pillow. I blinked a few times, not believing what he had just done. I was not sure if it was okay with him, but I put my arm around his shoulder so he could lie more comfortably. Discreetly, I pressed him closer to me. He did not protest, only duck his nose deeper into my skin. It felt good to be useful.

I breathed out heavily. Never in my entire life had I done anything like this or even dreamt of doing it. I had had the most incredibly feeling throughout the whole thing – at first, I did not like it, but once I had gotten used to it, it was addicting. I did not really know what we had been doing. It was not sex, far from it. It was something better than that. Something way better. Just lying there with him felt better than any of the sex I had ever had.

That night had been so surrealistic that I did not even know what to do when the morning would finally come. It was probably going to be awkward, but I did not want to care about that. Pretty unlike me not to consider all the possible things that could go wrong, but it just was not worth considering at the time. I would rather enjoy the feeling of holding someone close to me. Holding Kakashi close.

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Yay, chapter 11 is now published :D – as you can see, lol xD...

This was the chapter that was supposed to be one chapter together with chapter 10, but I figured it would get too long and decided to split them (I know, bad idea!)

So, are you excited to find out what's going to happen the next day? Well, I have good news! I managed to write yet another chapter here the other day, so chapter 12 will be up tomorrow already^^! So, I'm really looking forward to hear what you think of the story so far and what you think of this chapter. Oh, and should I change it to M rated? I have no idea if the drunkness, high characters and slightly sexual contents is too much for the T rating to bear. So please, tell me if I should change it.

That's all for today. Hopefully you enjoyed the action that I promised you a long time ago xD