Day 10, Night: Matters at hand
The light-skinned fingers ran over the cold, sweaty skin, their soothing motion repetitive and gentle. The silence was their only company in the scarcely decorated room as the owner of the caressing fingers sensed the other two presences sitting near both her and the one she held, one on each side, to be precise, but none of them gave each other any attention. Namely because they all shared one common person to look over, and the faintly glowing fingertips trembled ever so finely as they crossed a weak pulse point beneath the strong tendons on the dark-skinned throat.
As Tsunade removed her hands from Iruka's body, she knew the other two had their undivided attention drawn at her. Silently, she picked herself up from the floor and the tense ambiance seemed to only make her heels click with a louder echo as she walked to the opened double doors and cast a look to the outside world. The setting evening light that greeted her did make it more difficult to keep the calmness in her voice. "Shizune."
"...Tsunade-sama?" Apparently she wasn't the only one struggling with words.
"Look after him for a moment. I need to discuss with the brat for a bit." She didn't need the affirming words to know that her aide was already focusing on something more important than her conversations with the copy-nin who had silently appeared on her side. With a heavy sigh, the village's leading medic went through the eerily silent training room, stepped down the terrace's stairs and let her legs carry her over the yard which was still basking in the last rays of warm sunlight.
She didn't need to hear the jounin in order to know that he had joined her.
"He's stable now, but I wouldn't let it past it that something else weren't to happen yet." Accompanied with the calm words, the amber eyes slowly turned to give an unreadable look at the lone gray that she had felt on her for a while already. "All we can do is wait for now."
The nod she received was small, silent and subtle, and yet it screamed at her. "Understood, Tsunade-sama."
"Do you really?"
Kakashi gave a surprised blink at the suddenly harsh voice coming from his leader. Apparently he had missed something vital to make Tsunade glare at him like she did, the amber eyes gleaming with hard light in them, and the grimly frowning, painted lips glowing faintly as the rays of light traveled over the woman's face.
Tsunade felt her ill temper subside at the sight of the calm, confused man, knowing that he wasn't aware of the things they had to pull in order to keep the tanned sensei on their side of the living world as they had kicked the jounin out of the kitchen when they had attended the violently spasming chuunin who was literally spilling his guts out on the kitchen floor. It had taken two of her ANBU to keep the man out when she knew she couldn't afford sparing even a glance to anyone else than Iruka whose skin had already started to lose some of its sunny color. As the facts were, despite feeling unwilling to do so, she was obliged to fill in the jounin now, since she couldn't afford losing neither of the men for this mission. She had already been tempted to abort the research after she had read Shizune's full report on their first encounter with the troublesome side effects that, to her dismay, seem to only grow stronger as the mission drew forward. Discarding the surfacing thought of what if they had come even a minute later gave her the much needed voice back. "It was worse this time, Kakashi." The flash of agitation in the gray eye made a somber smile spread on her lips before it vanished as she continued. "You did right when you summoned us straight away when you sensed that something was off, but it was still a closer call than I'd like it to be. Iruka's heart had already stopped for a beat, but luckily not longer than a second. What were you two doing when it happened?" In the haste of the moment she had seen the remnants of the shattered tea cup and what seemed like wet leaves having been thrown to the wall close by, and unfortunately she wouldn't put it past the keenly bickering duo to have their elements going on a rampage right in the middle of their fighting. Why Kakashi was half-naked, wet and half-way oiled up when they had found him next to the fallen teacher, she left it for the man to decide if he wished to elaborate a bit on that, even though she had a few more or less entertaining ideas concerning the extraordinary sight they had stumbled upon when entering the house.
"Iruka-sensei gave me a massage and we had a small conversation about his learning skills." The voice of the silver-haired man was nonchalant, but the edge was there. That was all the clue she was apparently given on that matter.
"Conversation or a shouting match, brat?" A tiny humorless snort escaped Tsunade and she shook her head a bit at the slightly offended look on the masked face. "Sorry, sorry, do continue if there's more to it." Knowing her subordinate, the man was sure to detect the hidden order behind her lightly worded request.
The gray eye saw the demand, but was buying none of it. "Either way, the sensei also used some of his own chakra to heal some of my injuries", yet another interesting thing in Tsunade's notes as she had taken notice on some of the marks on the pale body when she had sent the man into shower with her ANBU to guard him after they had managed to move the sensei to the bedroom, "even though I strongly advised him not to, and then...well."
Kakashi knew he just gave her more than enough ammo to make him bed-ridden as well as something intense flashed in the amber eyes. " 'Well' ?"
"I may have pushed his button or two." Kakashi focused very hard to keep himself from wincing at the sharp glare that pierced his skull and kept his feet from twitching when the fair-haired woman turned to fully face him a few feet away. Even an inch in the wrong way and he'd be missing half of his head judging by the look on their Hokage's youthful face.
"What's going on, brat?"
He was sure he usually didn't have much problems in swallowing before. "..I'm afraid I don't have enough information to form a coherent answer on that yet, Tsunade-sama."
"Enough information my superior sannin ass, I haven't seen you this timid ever since the disbanding of your genin team." The woman stepped a few steps closer, and Kakashi could sense the irritation roll off her in sharp waves. "Listen carefully, Hatake. Iruka is a fine shinobi and even finer specimen when it comes to the criteria of an eligible bachelor. You hurt him in any way, physical or mental, and I make sure that you'll not only get denounced back to a genin but will be sent on the longest, hardest and most boring D-rank there ever will be requested from our village after cutting off your genitals and making a doorhandle of your cock and earrings out of your testicles. Am I understood?"
Spending time with each other at work, Iruka and Tsunade were clearly exchanging the ideas of good threats for her shinobi, since amidst his slightly shocked surprise at the reprimanding warning, Kakashi was certain he could almost hear the rich baritone ring through the quietly spoken words. Therefore he knew very well that all he was expected to give was a positive answer if he still wished to keep all vital body parts intact. "Yes, Hokage-sama."
Tsunade gave the jounin one last long look before she brushed past him and walked a few steps back towards the house, but the high heels stopped to stand over a long line that crossed the ground. The voice that carried over her tense shoulder matched the stress Kakashi could easily spot on the woman, and the copy-nin knew better than to think that she had let her body language slip from the careful control she had it firmly wrapped in. "..We may have found an anomaly in one sample."
"An anomaly?" The ring of hesitant alertness was barely kept away from Kakashi's voice as he slowly processed the slip of information she had given him, undoubtedly to clue him in that there was something very much more discerning going on within them than their current petty problems of misbehaving arousals.
Tsunade gave a weak nod before the blonde head turned upwards, the Hokage seemingly considering how much of the raw data she could afford telling him. As the woman didn't answer his look, Kakashi knew that he'd be left with less than little information as an answer for the time being. "I need to return to the study, as we were just about to start working on it when the alarms went off. There might be a clue to this, but it's too soon to speculate on that yet. It could also be just contamination playing its tricks on us as far as we know." Then, the amber eyes turned to look at Shizune who had appeared on the terrace, the calm look on the younger woman's face fooling neither of them about the seriousness of the situation. Nevertheless, it was their cue to continue forward. "Can I trust you with this, Hatake?"
The quiet murmur was meant for both him and her, and Kakashi knew the answer even before giving it any other thoughts. He was Hatake Kakashi, after all, and he never failed a mission. So, with the air so familiar to others around him, he acted as he was expected and gave his leader a smile with his eyes, even though he knew fully well that she didn't see it. It was the one kind of smile that was reserved only for them two whenever the situation was dire enough for her to doubt him.
In that moment, he was no longer just a man with a dilemma. He was a shinobi with a hopefully good answer.
"As always, Hokage-sama."
The gray clouds had gathered over the village, and the equally gray eye peered over the worn, orange cover as the jounin's keen hearing picked up the first drops of water hitting the roof.
Any more rain and they'd need to reconsider their village's name.
As the irregular drips turned gradually into a monotonous wall of hushed noise, Kakashi settled better against the terrace wall and picked up the plot from where he had left off. Or the porn without one, as it seemed to be the case with the next few pages. Soon enough, though, he felt the first tremors of cold taking hold on his bare arms.
..Meh. He'll adapt.
After a moment, the gray eye narrowed into an annoyed slit as a stronger pinch was given to his skin.
Like hell he would.
With a sharp snap, the book was closed and the man picked himself up from the chilly floorboards, the pale hand snatching the empty coffee mug in tow as the lean legs carried the jounin into the kitchen. A lone light was put on the counter and the mug was quickly rinsed before it was gently put on its spot next to his tins.
The coffee had had an odd taste in it. The gray eye narrowed to give a small glare at the traitorous grains and then it stopped to rest on the untouched wooden box that rested quite near to them. Sans the ever-present, well-used tea cup that had become a solid, unchanging factor on their kitchen counter.
Just like the tan hands treasuring it.
The gray eye shifted to look at the still damp spot on the lightly painted wall, the remnants of the steeped tea leaves still attached on the paint and slowly giving their surroundings some brownish-red color. The sieve laid still on the floor.
With the silence as his only companion, Kakashi went and swept gracefully down to pick up the slightly dented metal net, and the copy-nin gave the sieve an examining look. The teacher had been more than just merely angry with him. Carefully, the pale man took the sieve back to the light by the counter, and the nimble fingers dug out the rest of the soaked mush that was still inside it before giving it an almost apologizing rinse with warm water. Then the digits ran over the dented area and slowly straightened the damaged metal, the pouring rain being the only sound inside the light gray house for the time the jounin concentrated on the rather small detail in his mission partner's life that still managed to carry a whole world on its immaterial shoulders.
Kakashi could even claim the sieve being the chuunin's equivalent for his Icha Icha.
A small, sound chuckle was found on his lips on that thought. At least the teacher's reactions were very similar to him when somebody found the nerve to mess with his porn. A fact which still gave his head a dull throb on the spot where he was undoubtedly adorning a hefty bump from the accidental and embarrassing encounter with their home's architectonic wonders.
Except that it wasn't the sieve that completed the complex man called Umino Iruka.
The narrow eye swept over a spot on the wooden floor, but it had already been cleaned from the white, frail shards, save for the one he had put into a safe place. He could only hope that the tanned man could appreciate that tiny gesture.
If he survived the moment when those dark, fiery eyes would open again, that is.
A sound ping made his ears ring after being so well accustomed to the heavy silence around him, and it took him a moment to find out the source for the odd sound of which he was pretty sure it didn't mean that he had finally reached his breaking point. Then again, seeing that they had forgotten to take their laundry out of the machine did make him consider the small slaps of life when things were already teetering on the edge of crumbling into chaos. At least he would smell better when the chuunin regained his consciousness again. With a quiet hum, the jounin crouched down and opened the machine, took a hefty bundle of dark clothes on his arms and set his way back to the terrace where they had created a few makeshift clotheslines for drying their clothes, the expertly tied ropes waiting in organized lines between the last two pillars on the terrace.
The sensei knew his knots, Kakashi gave him that. Where the tanned man had found the rope for it was a question the lightning user really wasn't sure if he ever wished to get answered, though. A smirk tugged the hidden lips as the man considered the concealed layers of his enigmatic mission partner, and the jounin set the clean clothes on the wooden rail before calmly stretching each garment open and putting it hanging from the ropes with the clips they had found from the bathroom the first time they had checked the cabinets. Two times he repeated the walk between the laundry machine and the terrace, and four times he had to wonder if they actually were so different after all or if all single male shinobi bought their underwear from the same outlet.
Although the black boxer briefs made of bamboo and silk did make the silvery eyebrows rise a bit.
No wonder Iruka's ass attracted all kinds of pests.
Briefly, the hands holding the criminalizing undergarment tightened their hold on the smooth fabric as Kakashi felt a stir in his gut at the memory of the last night.
He had been taken by surprise on just how agitated his muscles had become when he had walked in on the two men in the kitchen and had seen his former kohai corner the man he knew to be anything else than an easy target (it had taken a while for Genma to dare approach the standard office pens again after one particular flirting situation gone wrong, which was later labeled as Pen Penalty N.o 16, or, as the jounin population got to know it, 'Don't grab Umino's ass if you're running late with your report'), and for a reason he hadn't had time to analyze, his instincts had started to act more livid than usual around the brunette. The same had happened in the morning as well, as the sight of the armored arms around the young teacher had struck a strange nerve within his system. Sure, he had many rivals on different subjects, Gai covering most of them, but the feeling that had been ignited in his muscles didn't resemble any of his latest competitive situations. What it did resemble, though, was a matter he wasn't too keen to pick up from the naphthalene just yet.
The boxers went up on the rope next to his with a print of kunais on the waistband, and the jounin narrowed his look at the superficially innocent yet infinitely important pair of shinobi clothing.
What he yet didn't understand, though, was the number of masks that the seemingly openhearted chuunin actually carried over the scarred features. He had sensed the pair of keenly observing eyes that morning when he had performed his standard workout he usually did when he needed to ease up some extra energy, which in most people's opinions was as probable for him to have as for an Akimichi to declare to start a salad diet.
All the things one did to maintain a certain reputation.
Nevertheless, the eyes he had felt on him were bordering the lines of a predatory gaze, and he could still remember the odd feeling he had traveling on his skin as he had caught a quick glimpse of the intense gleam in the dark orb that had been watching him behind the narrow gap, which was an opening he had intentionally left for the man to either take or discard. What he might have done if the chuunin had opened the doors to their bedroom instead of going to the kitchen, he wasn't sure he himself had even figured out that time. He had worked on his instincts mostly at that moment, and he had known exactly what they would have voted for should he have found the guts to step to the double doors and pull them open to reveal the other man standing behind them.
One rarely shared a house with a more than sufficiently enticing individual and resisted the temptation for any other physical activities than just punching the other repeatedly in the face.
The jounin picked up a dark muscle shirt, the piece of clothing unfortunately empty without the tanned body filling it, and as the pale digits ran over the well worn fabric, yet another wondering sentiment surfaced in the silver-haired geniuses head. After a moment of hesitating, ever so slowly, the dark mask was peeled down from the pale face and the shirt was lifted to the revealed nose.
The rain was glad that it had decided to pay the village yet another visit.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Hit.
Repeat.
The gray light flowed its own ways on the ex-ANBU's body as the assassin moved in the spacious, darkened room on silent feet. The body of an experienced nin wove its ways through the humid air as the hands and legs, made of flesh for a human, became steel-hard, deadly tools as they slashed and kicked their way in the middle of the imaginary battle.
They had only a couple of years before the potential hell would break loose.
An expertly pulled combination of an upper cut kick and four horizontal swings dislocated the ghost's shoulder from its neck tendons before severing the vital arteries.
He really should have known better.
A roundhouse kick completed with a crushing blow against the matted floor made sure the transparent opponent wouldn't rise from that fall.
"Can I trust you with this?"
Inhale.
Exhale.
Hit.
As always.
It was nutrition, granted, but it wouldn't have been so bad to actually taste it as well.
The jounin took a deep breath through his nose while the jaws chomped on a freshly made sandwich, the lean body being slumped against the counter as the gray eye observed the fallen dark night through the kitchen door. A small sip was taken on the steaming drink, and for a moment the revealed lips twisted into a displeased pout.
The coffee was bland.
The fish was bland.
His mood was getting sick of things being bland.
A tired, if a bit irritated, sigh left the frowning lips and the sandwich was tucked neatly in a small napkin before it was put into the fridge next to the other ingredients of their healthy diet that was given a dark glare over the mask's edge.
The copy-nin could have killed for a decent cup of sake right now. At least then his night wouldn't have tasted and felt so unnervingly bland and boring. It could have also eased his nerves a bit, and the gray eye was turned to look at the slighty opened bedroom door. Then, the jounin closed the uncharacteristically healthily equipped fridge of theirs (since he was fairly sure that the otherwise annoyingly healthy-looking, nicely tanned nuisance wasn't all thumbs up for their current food arrangement either. He had seen him by the Ichiraku with Naruto, after all), and ambled his slouched way to the threshold of the room that held in his currently fallen team member. It took a while for his eye to adjust in the surprisingly thick darkness that had taken over the room, save for the dim glow that came from the kitchen light behind him, but as he slowly made out the form of the other male, a sense of concern nudged his side as he took in the man's present demeanor.
The dark, now almost black hair was spread over the white pillow and the usually vivid and expressive eyes were closed, not to mention the ever loud mouth being shut and silenced for once. The sight Kakashi saw could have been described peaceful, calming even, but the almost nonexistent rise and fall of the muscular chest was enough to make the ones with more intel on the situation break into cold sweat.
Worse than before, huh.
But what had been the trigger?
As many times as he had replayed the situation that had led to the collapsing of the chuunin, Kakashi couldn't help but think that he was still missing the most meaningful pieces to provide him with the accurate conclusion. He hadn't used his element on the other man, that much he knew...or at least hoped. He had only tested out a theory that had been nagging in his mind ever since he had prevented the kohai from becoming an endangered species, but save for the sudden water attack he had been struck with by the obviously enraged teacher, there was nothing else to grasp on. And then the man did and went down without asking for a permission first. Ironically, even the strict teacher could apparently have a bad sense of timing in some occasions.
The low groan that carried through the room was all he needed to discard the swirling thoughts and for kicking his body on the move.
Since that groan didn't come from him.
Quickly, the jounin strode across the room and knelt down next to the resting man, and for a passing moment, as he scanned over the sleeping features, Kakashi began to doubt that his timid mind had made him mistake something else for the richly rumbling baritone as the chuunin's features stayed immobile as a clay mask. Then he saw it.
The lively eyes were moving beneath the eyelids.
Cautiously, the masked face lowered itself over the comatose chuunin. "..Sensei..? Iruka-sensei..?"
Nothing, at first. Then...a small gruff.
Nobody said that the progress should always involve words. They were overrated anyway. Gently, Kakashi lifted his hand and gave the bare shoulder a tiny nudge. For some reason his fingertips began to tingle as they pressed against the bit warmed-up skin, but that could have been the last sparks of Tsunade's chakra based on the unfamiliarity of it. He had been introduced with the sensei's chakra more than it was dignifying for his ego, so he was pretty sure to recognize the man's chakra pattern by now. By the lack of any response, the jounin tightened his hold a bit on the man's still sweaty skin and gave the still form a firmer push.
If he did get attacked by a disoriented shinobi, at least then he would know that they were getting somewhere.
The opening of the bleary, dark eyes was also a good sign, and Kakashi felt a strong stir twist his gut as the unfocused eyes blinked slowly before attempting to direct themselves at his masked face. Without his mind noticing what the rest of him was doing, his body leaned closer over the silently breathing man, and the mismatched eyes crinkled into a warm smile. "Welcome back, sensei. Had a good nap?"
"..W..wt.." The jounin gave a slightly worried look at the full lips that seemed uncooperative on the tanned face, and before he actually understood since when his hand had gained its autonomy, a pale finger was pressed on the full, sun-kissed lips. Something flared a bit inside Kakashi's upper chest by the abnormally intimate feeling of the other's warm skin against his own, and apparently he wasn't the only one surprised by it if the suddenly widened stare of the dark, shocked eyes was any hint.
With an effort, the infamous Hound made an awkward smile crawl on his hidden lips as he calmly removed the digit from the dry lips and rubbed the rebellious finger with his thumb. Then, he realized it. The lips had felt dry as sandpaper, and for a shinobi whose both hands had been hardened by the work on the battlefields and took nowadays more than a feather-light touch to sometimes distinct differences of feelings on his fingers, that said a lot.
How stupid can a genius be, really?
Instead of smacking himself on the head for overlooking obvious matters, Kakashi gave the resting man one more smile. "I'll get you some water, sensei. Then we can try talking again, neh?" Fluidly, he stood up and walked briskly to the kitchen to retrieve his mug and the water boiler which he filled up with cold water, since he really didn't look forward for wasting time searching for an undoubtedly non-existing jug, before reappearing into the bedroom just in time to see the fiery-tempered chuunin sitting clumsily up on his futon. He gave the man a flat stare, knowing perfectly well that should he try to force the man to stay still he would only get a couple of more bruises to accompany his older ones. Then again, now he also didn't need to hold the man up in order to make him drink. He wasn't disappointed. Not really. "Maa, sensei, not even fully dressed and already going up and about."
Well, at least the blush was still perfectly functional and existent.
"Sorry, sorry, just couldn't help it", Kakashi chuckled at the groggily unimpressed and unsynchronized blink he was given as he crouched down next to the muted man. He could feel the dark eyes on him as he filled his mug with the clear tap water and then offered it to the chuunin. "Here. Let's get some hydration in you. Then you can test those lungs on me."
As their fingers met over the mug's surface, the spark of a blue light that stung on their fingers was a rather unexpected factor in the equation of passing an object to one another, and the mug was almost dropped on the blanket that was still covering the recuperating teacher who had yanked his hands back from the ignited oddity. As he held the innocent mug in his slightly shaking hands, Kakashi's mind was racing on top speed.
...Alright. They needed another method.
The former ANBU captain placed the mug gently on the floor and glanced the expectant-looking chuunin. The man could surely take the hint. After a small silence and seeing that nothing significant was going on in the teacher's head, the pale hand patiently pushed the mug a bit closer to the mattress. Ah. Now the light went on in the brown eyes. Kakashi observed calmly as the tan hand approached the ceramic mug, hovering just above the smooth surface, and the dark eyes tried to focus on the chuunin's target. At the strangely helpless sight, Kakashi began to understand there to be something else off as well than just the missing voice when concerning the actions of the younger man. "Wait." The hesitating hand stilled. The gray eye peered more closely to the dark brown orbs that had looked back up at his voice. "Do you see me, sensei?"
The unsure silence was all he needed. A frustrated groan arose from his throat. He was getting good at making their situations more difficult than they really were. With a renewed plan, while feeling a bit peeved at himself at the same time, the Sharingan user picked up the mug once more and fixed the unseeing eyes with a stern look. "I will hold the mug while you drink, if that's alright with you." A slow, albeit wary nod was given to him, and for a moment Kakashi wasn't even sure if the blankly staring man had actually understood the words that were spoken to him. Nevertheless, he had a patient to look after, and even without any motherly instincts to begin with, he figured it shouldn't be that hard to get an over twenty-year-old male to drink while they couldn't see even their own nose.
After all, he had been to a few parties in his life when he had found time for it.
He carefully pressed the edge of the mug on the still lips, and as they tentatively nibbled the hard rim, the ex-ANBU really hoped that he could look somewhere else at that moment. "Now drink up, sensei." His voice sounded harsher than he had meant it, and he watched as a somewhat hard gleam flashed in the dark eyes before the lips parted enough for him to tilt the mug and let the water pour down the apparently very dry, bronze-skinned throat.
For a few minutes, the subtle sound of repetitive gulps was all the noise heard in the bedroom of the two shinobi.
Feeling the mug being empty, and hearing a satisfied, small sigh leaving the now moistened lips, Kakashi removed the ceramic dish back for a refill, figuring that it might take more than just one dose to revive the chuunin's collapsed systems. Then, on the passing, idle idea, his hands stilled as they offered the second mug to the tanned man. Could that be the trigger?
"...M..more.."
The jounin's eye snapped back to reality and focused itself on the now more deeply breathing chuunin. With a small nod, the jounin pressed the mug once more on the man's mouth and let the water pour in. The rising moan from the man's naked chest was doing surprising things to his own body, and as the sensually flowing sounds became increasingly louder and more frequent with each passing gulp the younger man took from the mug it was staring to make the usually detached jounin very restless with his eye unthinkingly kept on the greedily drinking man's throat.
More precisely on the spot that once had had his teeth marks on it.
Iruka was floating. Or that's what he had felt inside his body as the first drops of water had touched his mouth. The blue shadows around him had vanished for the time being, but he really didn't mind it as long as the electric blue creature that was caressing his insides with each pulse that he was given with the water kept on going like it did. His veins were in fire and it felt so, so good on his lips, so moist and tingling and intoxicating. When he had felt the water's alluring smell in his nose the second time when the creature had made his lips burn with the solid object that was pressed against his needy mouth, a mug perhaps, Iruka had found himself wanting more.
Way more.
"More.." The hoarse whisper that was dropped from the glistening lips on the tanned man made Kakashi shift his a bit uncomfortable crouch as the ticklish sensation intensified briefly on his fingertips. What was happening to the young teacher?
"We'll have a break after this third one, alright? Best not to drown you if we wish to avoid Tsunade-sama's fists again." The teasing voice did make the chuunin's eyes react on some level, but the weird, tingling feeling on his hands only increased even after he had removed the mug from the teacher's mouth. He would have to look into that matter once they were finished. Once more, after the last fill, the ceramic edge found the dry lips, and Kakashi noticed that the strangely interesting sensations had reached his upper arms as well. He should call for Tsunade after the teacher had had his fill. He should also keep his eye out if anything else were to happen during the time it'll take the Hokage to come over. There were always the few things one should be ready to expect, after all.
What he didn't expect was for the surprisingly strong hands to appear on his both wrists and lock them in place. Oh hell-
The low growl erupting from the other's direction made the hair on his neck prickle as an abrupt wave of electricity surged through his chest the instant when a strong shower of pinprick-precise tremors fell over his skin. Startled enough to dislodge his hands when it was still safe for them both, the masked jounin pulled his hands and managed to stop the tanned man from drinking, which resulted a way too sinful whimper than it really should, but apparently the teacher was feeling relentless. The tan fingers tightened their hold on the now struggling pale wrists, and the jounin caught himself staring as the water that was spilled amidst their spontaneous match started to travel down the taut mass of flesh that belonged to his current captor. The moment he felt a wet, agile tongue trace the inside of his palm, a shockwave of an electric sting that could only remind him of his raikiri pierced his arm muscles and made the mug fall from his numb fingers, the piece of pottery taking the chance to roll away at a safer distance. With a stronger pull against the hold, Kakashi managed to dislodge one hand and also made the teacher to lose his blanket as the man resisted the abrupt pull by pushing the mattress with the strong legs, which honestly wasn't helping Kakashi's erratic pulse to beat any slower as more sweating flesh was revealed to his now hazy vision. What made his gaze stop to a halt and his brain cells to fry up with a white flame that took over his whole being wasn't solely the admittedly delicious view of the twisting and quivering body of his younger colleague.
It was the rapidly forming hard bulge in the man's black boxers.
Iruka was willing, by heavens he felt like an animal in heat and yet the blue deity only teased him with the chaos of arousing sensations running over his skin and curling around his gut into a hot and throbbing cocoon. He felt feverish and the world spun in his mind more than it was considered healthy, but at the same time he was more clear-headed than in a long time. He tightened his hold on the alluring creature and let out a moan of pleasure fall from his trembling, parted lips at the sudden jolts of electric ecstasy that came directly in contact with his heated skin. The sheer pleasure he felt on his tongue as he greedily mapped the glowing flesh with it was almost enough to make him come right then and there. He wanted. He wanted and if he had anything to say to it, he was going to take whatever it was that he wanted to have.
This was getting beyond the definition of a bad situation. The shit was hitting the metaphorical fan with more force than Kakashi managed to prevent and it was getting really hard to ignore the unmistakably willing, wanton body that struggled passionately against his steel-hard hold as he had decided on another tactic and managed just barely to keep the man within his arm's reach, his other uncontrollably shaking arm ready to knock the chuunin out if things were to go that far. The rich, heatedly murmuring baritone that was suddenly heard way closer than just a second ago caught him by surprise and made his nerve endings flare up into frantic fire as the panting breath brushed against his masked neck. "..Fuck..more..!" What the-
Iruka felt his lungs burn, he was almost there, he was so close, yet the demon kept him on the edge no matter how much he tried to relieve the scorching heat in his groin and make the blue fucker to take the fucking hint. He gave a keen whine at the back of his throat as a sudden, stronger pulse pierced his whole system and made him arch his back in orgasmic bliss that was right there for him to ride if he could...just...reach-
What made Kakashi doubt his quickly fraying sanity was the firm grip he abruptly found taken on his dark singlet that was pulled roughly to make him topple over the lustfully panting chuunin and the forceful lips that he felt suddenly being pressed against his gaping ones.
What made him completely lose it, though, was the tan hand that had taken a hold on his free arm and suddenly offered him an impressive handful of one clearly aroused male fellow nin as he soon realized having grabbed something very much hotter and slicker than the man's pants fabric should have ever felt like. The instant he felt the moist and pulsing flesh against his calloused fingers, a violent surge of frenzied electricity that had taken a way too liquid form for his liking licked wantonly its way over every spot it could possibly reach within his struggling and helplessly trembling body. All he could do was to tense his muscles as he fought the losing battle to maintain even the thought of his vanishing control, which to his very distant dismay made him also to curl his hand around the twitching length on the frantically pushing hips.
Yes! Oh kami yes! As the world fell into a erratically pulsing wonderful heap of pure, blinding pleasure, Iruka could only numbly register himself sobbing in relief and crying his suffocating lungs out as his aching flesh was met with the demon's divine hand. The tan hands clawed on the body he held on desperately when the last threads of his mind exploded in white light as the devil that was holding him found the spot that made even the hardest men weep in overbearing joy, the thundering jolt of a lightning bolt erupting from the skilled fingers hitting where it really counted in this match of lust.
As his vision turned bright blue and he could hear the cry of ecstasy being screamed against his lips when a fierce pulse of lightning took over his captured hand and he felt the hot, schorching mixture of heat and pain explode within his groin and chest, Kakashi let out a shocked cry of his own, knowing to wait for the darkness yet to claim him as his mind ceased to work.
As the life's irresponsible twists had it, it never came.
With his ears ringing on the deafening silence, the jounin slowly surfaced back to reality that had been lost for him on a peculiarly bizarre road of life, gasping for breath with his burning lungs. The darkness surrounding him was drowning, and he had to fight off a rising panic by telling himself that the most dangerous creature within a hundred miles was currently only him. It felt like a led weight had settled on his chest, and as the sense of feel started to function on his skin and muscles once again, he could already anticipate to be soaked from head to toe once more, the cold, already drying water making his clothes cling on his slightly shivering skin. By the time his other senses came to their senses (apparently he still could make bad puns, so he had safely avoided the unappealing prospect of an accidental lobotomy), he became distinctly aware of a few things.
The weight on his chest wasn't actually caused by the prompt attempt of drowning himself on dry land, but from the lax, well-trained and bronze-skinned body that had, by the looks of it, passed out on him. The young man was breathing through a raspy throat and there could be seen a sliver of sated glow on the high cheekbones. The reason for that interesting finding was the second, more disturbing thing to register in his gradually sharpening mind. As he could only stare at his hand that was still holding onto the now sufficiently pleasured and thoroughly cum-coated better bits of one academy teacher, and as it seemed that it wasn't only the chuunin that had taken the fair share of the man's release, Kakashi became also grudgingly aware of one persistently pressing matter that wasn't actually so tiny nor so insignificant and definitely not merciful enough for his boxers to recover from it anytime soon.
Quietly and carefully, the hot and bothered jounin peeled the tanned teacher off of him, pulled the black boxers more properly on the narrow hips (while reminding himself to wipe the man clean instead of risking a murderous chuunin whenever the man decided to wake up again), tucked the thoroughly sweat-soaked shinobi under their both blankets and then, painstakingly slowly, hobbled towards their bathroom in order to take care of his own hard and throbbing problem. What the hell had happened between them in those few minutes when the usually very well controlled man had seemingly taken matters into his own hands was hard to grasp by Kakashi's logical mind that had taken a blow of its own, as he had thought to have gotten the hang of their pestering elements and the causing impulses they seemed to require.
For the teacher to throw himself at him over three doses of water was an exception in the rule he couldn't have seen coming even if he had been sitting on it.
With the dark clothes dropped to the floor, the now painfully horny copy-nin stepped under the lukewarm shower spray and cast a narrowed glare at the current source of his wildly running pulse. After a moment of a fairly one-sided staring match, one pale, strong arm steadied the assassin's body against the pale-colored tiles as the other, trembling hand wrapped itself around the throbbing length and a quiet hiss escaped from the jounin's gritted teeth as he slowly set the pace to match his spinning thoughts on the problematic issue he was now facing. How the things between them will remain after the teacher would wake up again and on some possibility even remember something, the now heavily panting ex-ANBU captain wasn't sure if he wanted to spend the rest of the already absurd night pondering it.
Only one thing was certain.
He was going to kill Tenzou.
