Ok, Ok, I knwo it's beena while guys. Life, working 2 jobs 6 days a week takes a lot out of you.
I know this chapter is super short. but I've already got most of the next chapter written and I'm hoping to make it nice and looooong.
Also, The beta I had for this story has gone MIA, so if you are in the beta buisness gimme a shout!
On with the chapter!
A real date. Iruka was pleased with that.
Kakashi took him to a nice restaurant on the outskirts of the village. It was small, and Iruka wondered why Kakashi would take him all the way out here until he stepped inside. They had screened off tables. Each table was in it's own world, beautiful white screens, painted with life like pink cherry blossoms separating each dining group from the next. Perfect for Kakashi.
An old man smiled at the both of them and took them to their table. It was a traditional place, a shoe mat by the door, a low table, and tatami mats. The room was beautiful; on the insides, more fabulous paintings covered the walls. Once both men were seated, the old man dimmed the lights, and Kakashi and Iruka were left in a romantic ambiance.
"This is quite the place Kakashi-san." Iruka noted off handedly as he fidgeted with his hands.
"Mhmm, this way I can take my time with you. Eat slowly, enjoy conversation without being looked at, there's no downside." Iruka could tell Kakashi was smiling, and wished that the man wasn't so self conscience that he needed to cover his face like that.
The door slid open slowly the man looking at the floor and waiting.
"What can I help you with this evening Hatake-san?"
"The usual Ryuki-san. Two of them, and some white wine as well." Kakashi spoke quietly and the man excused himself.
"You're a regular here hmm?" Iruka wasn't sure how to start the conversation, some how things had become so much more intimate. He had been alone with Kakashi before, but it was different now, they were… closer. Iruka shifted around trying to get comfortable on the tatami mat, something in his pocket poking into his thigh. He froze suddenly, realizing what it was.
Kakashi watched Iruka shift and blush, vaguely wondering why.
"Kakashi-san… I believe I have something of yours." He watch Iruka smile at him. That wonderful smile that made butterflies erupt in his stomach. He watched as Iruka shifted again and reached into his pocket. Placing his Kunai on the table.
So Iruka knew, that saved a lot of explanations now. It certainly explained why Iruka was not surprised at his confession. Did it even matter? He had already admitted to Iruka he liked him. "I think this belongs to you Kakashi-san." Iruka spoke as he pushed the Kunai closer. Kakashi's hand rose to the Kunai, placing his hand on top of Iruka's looking at him sternly with his one grey eye.
"Ka-ka-shi." His hands pulled Iruka's from the Kunai, holding it in his larger ones, squeezing lightly.
"Just Kakashi." Iruka blushed, nodding slightly before Kakashi smirked under his mask, taking the kunai and slipping it into his extra holster.
The old man slid open the door. He always did it slowly, and Iruka had enough time to gasp and pull his hand away, his blush getting deeper as food was placed in front of him. Kakashi nodded, taking the wine from the old man and thanking him.
"So Kakashi… what is this?"
It seemed like that with just Iruka's actions, all the unsaid words had been understood, and the tension in the room had dissipated. The meal was Wafu Yukke, the best Iruka had tasted in a long time. The wine was wonderful, and after 2 glasses Iruka found himself getting a little tipsy, even with the meal filling his stomach.
Their conversation had sparked after the food had been delivered, talking as they usually did, before all this happened. Diner had been finished, the old man coming back to take away the plates. Kakashi had hardly even paused, just continuing with his story, nodding to the man. Iruka smiled at Kakashi's enthusiasm. One side of his mouth inching up higher than the other, his eyes wrinkled just a little, and a small chuckle rumbling in his throat.
Then Kakashi was standing, jumping to the other side of the table and had Iruka pinned to the floor before the teacher had even realized he moved.
"Kakashi?" Iruka was shocked, a small tremble moving threw his body at Kakashi's speed and power.
"Close your eyes Iruka-kun." Kakashi whispered sensually into his ear. Iruka was not seduced. Frowning.
"Calling me names is not how you get what you want Kakashi." Iruka watched the smile in Kakashi's eyes and he leaned down again.
"Close your eyes for me please Iruka." That was much better. How could Iruka deny him when he said please. Especially after the kiss earlier. Iruka had never felt anything so amazing in his life, and although he was unwilling to admit it. Kakashi had left him wanting more.
Iruka's eye's slid shut, his arms waiting patiently by his sides as he listened to the rustle of Kakashi's cloth. He responded almost immediately when he felt the warmth of Kakashi's lips on his own, his lips parting with no hesitation after Kakashi's tongue prodded at his lower lip, seeking entrance into Iruka's slick mouth. Iruka groaned as their tongues touched, Kakashi's tongue leading Iruka's in the kiss, directing him, showing him how it was done. And Iruka took direction very well, copying Kakashi's tongue, caressing it lightly before retreating back into his own mouth.
And then he was gone. Iruka let his eyes stay closed, laying on the floor, feeling the alcohol run threw him. He heard the old man coming back, and sat up, opening his eyes and seeing Kakashi, a sparkle in his eyes.
"Your just so tempting Iruka."
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"Open the door Kakashi…" Iruka groaned swaying slightly as he turned and fumbled the keys to Kakashi's hands. "The key hole. It eludes my ever searching hands." Kakashi had a hard time stifling his chuckle, taking the key and opening the lock.
"And the traps Iruka-kun?" He watched Iruka scowl at the name.
"I should just let you try and watch you get caught." Iruka mumbled as he pushed Kakashi out of the way, a surge of chakra rushing threw the door, a little pop before Iruka opened the door and swayed in.
The two men had gone out for drinks at a local bar after the restaurant, and as much as Iruka insisted he needed no more alcohol, Kakashi could not help but to get his beautiful Chunin drunk. He loved the way Iruka flushed, and how vulnerable he was.
Iruka walked to the couch, plunking down and throwing his limbs in every which direction. Kakashi smirked, he had tired the Chunin out, taking him for drinks and keeping him up late into the morning. Kakashi sat on the couch beside Iruka, grabbing one of his hands and pulling him over, arranging Iruka like a rag doll. Now Iruka was on top of him, legs straddling his own as Kakashi smirked to himself. It was just to easy when Iruka was drunk.
"Kakashi... can you…" He wasn't sure what Iruka was getting at, with all his gesturing to his face, until he realized the teachers eyes were closed. He was just to shy to say what he wanted. And Kami that made Kakashi happy. He chuckled deeply, pulling the mask down under his chin and guiding Iruka's warm willing mouth to his own.
Kakashi loved the way Iruka moaned quietly when their tongues touched. Soft, and barely audible, but it was there, and Kakashi knew Iruka loved it too. He could feel Iruka's one hand on his shoulder bunch, fisting the material of his shirt, while the other played gently with the wisps of hair at the nape of his neck. For some one who didn't do a lot of kissing, Iruka sure could kiss.
Kakashi broke away, both men catching their breath as Iruka rested their foreheads together, making sure he didn't open his eyes.
"Kakashi… about the mask-" If Iruka had opened his eyes, he could have seen the frown on Kakashi's face.
"Iruka, It's not something I can-" Iruka cut him off.
"Shut up. You never let me finish." He took a breath, leaning back and gesturing Kakashi to fix himself. "I know your mask is something special to you. I get it. It doesn't really bother me Kakashi. We all have our… quirks. Asuma and his cigarettes, Gai and his spandex, Genma and his senbon, you with your mask. We're a village with a bunch of not very mentally stable Jounin, we all have some interesting kinks. Yours does not bother me. But I'm going to say one thing very clearly." He opened his eyes, looking sternly into Kakashi's good eye, not breaking contact as he began to speak again. "Your quirk doesn't bother me. But you better start to trust me enough to take the damn thing off. Because I assure you Kakashi, we are not having sex in the dark." Iruka's hand came up and gently tapped Kakashi's cheek. "Just keep that in mind. Hmm?"
Kakashi's jaw dropped.
Oh my that was short. I'm sorry QAQ
Again, lost my beta sooooo if you are/know anyone, step right up, step right up! FredTheMoose beta search has begun!
Magestic Moose out.
EDIT: First of all, if you are a new reader, thank you, you must be awesome or something!
Secondly, to the wonderful anon who felt the need to explain the differences between certain words that were used in this or previous chapters... *deep breath* Please, if you feel like I need English lessons, PM me. I'd be glad to teach you just how competent I am. If you feel the need to speak to me like an idiot, I would appreciate you would do it in person. :)
And Lastly, telling me I made a mistake does not make it better. Copy and paste a paragraph, or a few sentences if you'd like to help. :) I want you to tell me all the places I messed up. but just saying 'you have grammatical errors' doesn't help. If you are not trying to help, stop talking.
*breaths*
I feel better now.