So I think I just wrote the last chapter today. Not sure if I'm gonna continue past that point, or just edit some more into the last chapter... I don't know, but I'm running out of plot so we'll see.
anyways! Enjoy!
When Iruka's eyes opened in the morning he sat up in alarm, the darkness making him panic before remembering he was in Kakashi's room, and he wasn't blind. In his relief, he realized Kakashi was not next to him. He patted his hands around the bed just to make sure. Nope. No Kakashi here.
Sighing, Iruka threw the blankets off his body, he could feel himself blush as he noticed his state of undress; shuffling across the floor to where he remembered the door was, and more importantly the light switch. He grinned in triumph when his hand finally grasped the door knob. His hands fumbled a little more looking for the light switch, but he found it, holding his breath as he flicked the switch, throwing light over the room. Still no Kakashi.
Iruka turned to the door, his eyes catching on a note, stuck to the door with a kunai. He frowned at Kakashi's bad habit of property damage but pulled the kunai from the door and took the note.
Ruka-kun,
I'm sorry I can't be there to see you wake up.
I've been sent on a mission. No idea how long, but I could be a while.
There is a key on the kitchen table, keep it, it's yours.
See you soon,
K
Iruka frowned at the nickname but smiled by the end. His own key? Iruka could feel himself blush.
So he looked around the room for his shirt and pants, getting dressed and slipping the note into his pocket before leaving Kakashi's room.
The key was on the table exactly as Kakashi had said, Iruka grimaced at the 'Icha Icha Paradise' keychain but decided Kakashi had done that on purpose, so instead of taking it off and leaving the offensive keychain on the table, he shoved it down into his pocket as far as it would go after he locked Kakashi's door.
Iruka once again had the rest of the weekend to himself, and free of Kakashi coming to disturb him in the middle of a book. Today, Iruka thought he should actually try the book Kakashi had let him borrow.
"Mostly plot…" Iruka scoffed to himself as he set the pillow up in his bed and pulled the reading light into position.
A loud grumble pulled Iruka out of book land and back into reality.
And in reality he was very, very hungry. So he made a quick bowl of rice, wanting to get back to the book. He decided he would not tell Kakashi how much he was enjoying it. He'd never live it down.
It felt like the longest three weeks of Iruka's life. He sat in the missions office, horribly behind in his paper work as his mind wandered, wondering where Kakashi was, if he was alright, and how the mission was going. It wasn't often that missons took more than a couple of weeks. When they did, the task usually went on for months, as opposed to weeks. Iruka hoped they just hit a snag and Kakashi would be back any day.
He had to admit he did really miss the pervert. He missed Kakashi's damn smiling face popping up in his window when he was trying to mark, or how he sat in the tree just off school grounds while he waited for Iruka to finish class. The way he waited at the bottom of the stairs in the missions room until the very last person had left before coming up. Maybe he even missed the smouldering kisses, and the way Kakashi seemingly knew how to make him melt into a puddle with a few simple touches.
He wanted Kakashi to meet him after work and go out for Ice cream. Or take a walk in the conservation garden. He wanted Kakashi to push him around the corner in the rainforest room and kiss him hotly, then pull his mask up and walk off like nothing happened. He wanted to sit on the couch and yell at the tv with him. Why was he taking so long?
It was two long weeks before Iruka got his answer.
He had finished his marking for the night, getting up and turning the lock on the front door before going to bed. There was a soft sound from behind him, but before he could turn to look he was roughly pressed against the door.
Iruka froze, quickly assessing the danger, his chakra reaching out to identify his attacker. His mind settled briefly when he realized it was Kakashi.
But something was off. Iruka moved to turn around, but Kakashi's arms moved powerfully, trapping him against the door. His breaths were ragged, like he had been running the entire time he was gone, and then he started moving.
Iruka gasped in shock as Kakashi's hips pressed into him from behind, putting every nerve in Iruka's body on high alert at the deadly ninja ground his erection into Iruka's ass. The smaller man clenched his teeth, his mind working in overdrive to figure out what was happening. His eyes briefly flicking over Kakashi's hand, then flicking back when they noticed red smudged against the door where his hand had slipped. Blood. Iruka turned his head slowly, his eyes widening in horror as he looked into Kakashi's eye.
He knew that look. The look of countless ninja upon returning for a particularly traumatizing mission. Kakashi's arms moved, one hand moving to hold both of Iruka's over his head against the door. The other moving directly to his pants, popping the top button of Iruka's pants off before roughly pulling at the fabric. He grunted in frustration, clothed mouth biting at Iruka's neck as he continued to struggle with Iruka's pants.
With lips firmly pressed together Iruka put his emergency training to good use, preforming the one handed jutsu and pushing as much of his chakra out of him as possible.
His eyes were closed in concentration, muscles tensed in his attempt of the underused jutsu, but it worked. Iruka turned around as Kakashi's body became rigid, catching the trapped jounin and lowering him to the floor gently.
Kakashi's body lay prone on the floor, tendrils of Iruka's chakra ran over Kakashi's body, ever moving and changing, paralyzing the powerful man. His eye was wide, scanning around the room before locking on Iruka.
"Well fuck." Iruka groaned. Sure, he performed the jutsu, but now he had an angry, horny, deadly killer trapped on his floor.
First things first, Iruka thought to himself, emergency training seemed like such a long time ago now.
Immobilize. Preform capture justsu to immobilize attacker.
Preform first aid.
"Alright…" So Iruka bent down, kneeling to get close to his deadly friend.
Kakashi's eye was still glazed, caught in the trauma of the mission and unable to return to reality at this point. He leaned over, hands on Kakashi's shoulders as he spoke softly into Kakashi's ear.
"Kakashi. It's Iruka. Your Ruka-kun. I'm just going to make sure you aren't hurt." He hoped it was enough.
And so he began, deciding to remove the hitai-ate and check his head first. He placed the headband on the floor gently, breath catching in his throat as he looked back up into the sharingan. Iruka shivered, but stared back, trying to prove he wasn't a threat. Iruka didn't find it nearly as terrifying to have that eye trained on him as he would have thought.
He continued, pressing his hands against Kakashi's cheeks and neck, not willing to pull the mask down unless there was due cause. No blood there. Moving onto arms and torso Iruka patted the silver haired man down, making sure he wasn't harmed. The left leg sported no blood, however as Iruka pressed his hand over Kakashi's calf a growl from the trapped man prepared Iruka for when he pulled his hands away with blood.
He tore the pant leg open from the small rip exposing a fairly nasty gash. Great.
"I'm getting the first aid kit Kakashi. I'll be right back." And he bolted to the bathroom ripping the bag off the shelf and running back to Kakashi.
After checking to see that the wound wasn't poisoned or otherwise infected he used his two months of medi-nin training to heal the worst of the wound, not having enough chakra to heal it completely while still trapping the struggling man. He used a pad and some gauze to protect and stop bleeding and looked back at Kakashi.
He didn't seem to be any better; panting, eyes scanning, sharingan swirling as he struggled against Iruka's bonds. But he would come down eventually.
Iruka sat beside Kakashi, legs pulled up against his chest as he processed the situation. He had only been in this state once. A mission gone wrong and his team mate and friend had died right before his eyes. It was the first time he had seen death, and whenever Iruka looked back on that time he was horrified.
His mind was lost, working on instinct alone; and he remembered the feeling. The feeling almost every man got when he was in survival mode, something inside them pushing them on to find the closest body. To find intimacy and passion by any means possible, just to prove to yourself you were still alive, still human. Iruka thanked the gods for the squad leader, who had trapped Iruka much like he had trapped Kakashi, and brought him to the mission trauma wing of the hospital. But he had never forgotten that need.
Kakashi had it now clearly; erection straining against his pants. Iruka began to feel bad, a boner with nowhere to go, the unsatisfactory feel of clothing restraining your length. It was like torture, and with Kakashi in this state, the torture was probably amplified a hundred times.
The idea flashed into Iruka's head so fast he was acting on it before his brain really processed it. His body moving closer to Kakashi's, fingers at Kakashi's pants before he realized he had moved at all.
But there was no denying that it was a proper idea, no matter how much Iruka was blushing right now. Kakashi had come to his house when he returned. Kakashi came seeking his attention, his warmth. Unconsciously of course, but that made it all the more important to Iruka. It meant Kakashi trusted him, and he certainly didn't want to disappoint.
His fingers deftly tugged the pants down Kakashi's hips, just enough to pull his briefs over the pulsing erection. When Iruka looked up it seemed like Kakashi's eyes were on fire, staring at Iruka so intensely the smaller man thought he would catch on fire too. But he continued, at first, his hand coming up and gently stroking Kakashi's length. He was nervous, he'd never done this before, but he remembered how it felt when Kakashi touched him, and he hoped he could do as good a job.
A soft pant which sounded almost like a whine spurred Iruka on, watching Kakashi's face as his hand tightened, stroking with purpose. The older man moaned, his head falling back momentarily before rising back, eyes never looking away.
Iruka smirked, suddenly feeling devious as he watched desire flicker in Kakashi's eyes. Might as well give the sharingan a show.
He smirked at Kakashi before turning his head down, taking a deep breath as he leaned over, lips parting ever so slightly to let his tongue snake out, flicking over the head. Kakashi's groan was louder this time, body tensing under the trap as Iruka opened his mouth, letting his tongue glide down the entire shaft and back up circling the head with his tongue once more before diving in. He took in as much as he could without gagging, lips slipping down, his tongue laving over what he could reach as he sucked his cheeks in creating a vacuum of pressure.
Kakashi growled again, this time in pleasure as Iruka's head lifted and fell once more, hot mouth bobbing over his weeping length. Iruka's tongue flicked over the tip again, tasting precum and humming in response. Kakashi's body tensed even more, his breath catching each time Iruka plunged down, the head hitting the back of Iruka's throat before he pulled up, only to have his wet tongue slip over it creating continuous pleasure.
Iruka hummed at the reaction, pleased that Kakashi seemed to like what he was doing, his hand moving from his thigh to cup Kakashi's balls. He must be close, each breath was a moan now, but his eyes still stared at Iruka, not wanting to miss a moment of Iruka's talented mouth swallowing his length. Iruka's other hand moved as well, stroking the base of Kakashi's erection where his mouth couldn't reach. One hand tugged gently on his balls as the other stroked, Iruka taking as much of Kakashi into his mouth as possible with embarrassingly lewd slurping noises.
And then Iruka looked up, staring directly into Kakashi's eyes as he pressed lower than he had before, Kakashi's hair tickling his nose as he sucked one last time, Kakashi yelling out in pleasure as he emptied himself into Iruka's mouth.
Iruka choked, not fully knowing what to expect as Kakashi's hips thrust into his mouth. He swallowed most, if only out of convenience than preference. His eyes finally looking away from Kakashi's as he let go of Kakashi's wilting length with a pop.
Kakashi's eyes finally fell closed, head dropping back to the floor as he rode out the high. Iruka grunted as he stood, knees sore from sitting on them for too long. He rinsed his mouth, then drank a good measure before turning back to Kakashi.
His breath had slowed, his eyes still closed, looking suggestive with his pants still partially pulled down. Iruka moved back to the man, using the rest of his strength to lift the silver haired jounin onto the couch, hoping he wouldn't be too uncomfortable while he slept off the mission haze. He would lecture the man in the morning.
When Kakashi woke in the morning he panicked, looking around the strange room as his eyes came into focus. He recognized it as Iruka's living room but couldn't remember how he got there. His panic increased as he tried to move, only to find his body paralyzed. He did a quick scan realizing it was Iruka's chakra holding his body in place. He tried to remember the previous night, his mind pulling blanks; he looked further, his mind jumping into memories of his previous mission.
He opened his eyes, pulling away from the memory as quickly as possible. It had gone so wrong so quickly. Was that why he was back at Iruka's house, immobilized and left to sleep on the couch. Had he touched the man? He wasn't an idiot, what if he had hurt Iruka in his post-mission haze.
"Iruka! A little help here please!" Kakashi shouted to the ceiling.
Nothing.
He wanted to know what happened. He relied on the sharingan now. His mind searching through those memories now. He was already on the floor, Iruka's face dark and concerned.
"Kakashi, it's Iruka. Your Ruka-kun. I'm just going to make sure you aren't hurt."
Kakashi remembered the feel of Iruka's hands on him, watched as the calm man checked every inch, even healing his wounded leg a bit.
He went out of sight for a moment, leaving Kakashi to stare at the ceiling as he was unable to move.
And then Iruka was at his waist, hand pulling his pants down. Oh god.
He watched the unconscious memory, Iruka's tanned hands stroking his erection. It wasn't what he really wanted, but Kakashi was glad he hadn't been able to take advantage of Iruka. Their trust had already been broken once.
But then Iruka moved, his tongue and mouth moving over Kakashi's length. Iruka had given him the blowjob of a life time. He'd looked Kakashi straight in the eye, challenging him, smirking at him, taking pleasure in Kakashi's pleasure as he came.
Kakashi felt himself getting hard at the memory, quickly pulling himself back to reality.
"Iruka-kun! Get me out of this or I'm going to start reciting icha icha paradise!"
He waited a minute, then sighed in relief as he heard movement from the bedroom.
Iruka came into view above him, he was shirtless and Kakashi let his good eye roam over the tanned expanse.
"I should let you lay there all day, for what it's worth." Iruka spoke, finger poking into Kakashi's chest.
"Mah, but then I couldn't hug you." Kakashi smiled with his eyes, as Iruka frowned then smiled back, the chakra bonds suddenly loosening and then disappearing.
Kakashi groaned as he sat up, muscles stiff and sore from his mission, and sleeping on the couch while unable to move. Iruka sighed and walked into the kitchen, coming back shortly with two cups of coffee.
"I've taken the day off from the academy to look after you." Iruka started, taking a sip of his own coffee as he handed the other cup to the Jounin.
"Look Iruka-" Kakashi began, cut off as Iruka held up a finger to his face.
"No no, you look here Kakashi." He set the cup down. Kakashi knew he was in for a long lecture. "Firstly, what you did last night was not only horrifyingly dangerous but totally inappropriate. You know as well as I do you were supposed to march your stupid ass into the hospital so they could take care of you. But no. Instead the great Hatake Kakashi thinks it's a grand ol' idea to waltz into my house, get blood all over the god damn place, and press his raging boner into my ass like some kind of cheap whore!"
Kakashi had to look away from Iruka, the scolding was working.
"Secondly, your ass better be grateful as fuck that I thought I wanted to be a medi-nin when I first became a chunin, because without that training your dick would have been so far up my ass that I would have had to chop it off when you were done. Damn fucking lucky Kakashi." He had started pacing the room, hands motioning and fingers pointed as he marched across the floor.
"And thirdly, are you ok?" Iruka stopped his pacing, quickly making his way to Kakashi's side, sitting in the couch beside him and placing a gentle hand on his thigh. "None of this would be important if you weren't ok."
Kakashi sat on the couch dumbfounded. He had been yelled at, sworn at, and chastised by the teacher, now only to be comforted. He had to try not to cry. Crying was for weak people who didn't kill for a living. But he turned and rested his head on Iruka's shoulder.
That was all the invitation Iruka needed, arms wrapping around the jounin and giving him a squeeze.
"It was just a normal search and capture. It turned so fast. We tripped a ward and then we were surrounded. They were just kids Iruka. Child soldiers. Living puppets being controlled. But they were conscious. I could see their fear. Could see it in their eyes as I killed them. I had too. They were so young Iruka… Just children…" Kakashi took a deep breath to cover the silent sob.
Everything made sense to Iruka now. He wished he could heal the wounds Kakashi had, but the ones on the inside were so much harder to touch.
They spent the day in Iruka's bed, the younger man holding Kakashi, stroking his hair, his sides, thumb rubbing circles on Kakashi's hand as they enjoyed each other's company. Iruka knew it was only temporary. In no time Kakashi will have pushed this event to the back of his mind, filing it with all the other horrors and broken morals from missions before. An oral report would be given in a few months when Kakashi had recovered.
Kakashi sighed as he opened his eyes, still blurry with sleep. When had he dosed off?
He smiled as he felt the warmth of another body beside him, Iruka's thumb caressing the top of his hand. "Ruka-kun, what time is it?"
Iruka chuckled, and it gave Kakashi a strange feeling in his stomach as he felt it vibrate through the brunet's chest. "Wednesday the 14th, 2:30pm."
He'd slept through yesterday afternoon and all of this morning.
"You have work." Kakashi stated in confusion.
"Another day off. Hokage approved." Iruka propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at Kakashi, smiling in the way that made Kakashi's heart pound and stomach flop.
The smaller man lifted Kakashi's hand from the blankets and placed it over his eyes as he leaned down. Kakashi got the message easily enough, moving his fingers to cover Iruka's eyes as the chunin pulled his cloth down and planted a kiss on Kakashi's lips.
It had been so long. Kakashi's tongue delved into Iruka's mouth the moment his lips parted, tasting the man for all he was worth. When Iruka let lose that tell-tale moan as their tongues touches Kakashi felt like he could do this forever. When they pulled apart both men were panting, Iruka pulling the mask back up before Kakashi let go of his eyes. Iruka plastered himself over Kakashi's torso, head leaning against Kakashi's chest, his hair falling over his face.
"As much of a terrible decision it was to come to me the other night. I'm kinda happy." Iruka mumbled into Kakashi's chest.
"Happy? That I tried to rape you?" The taller man was confused.
"No. That you came to my house. You came to find me. When you felt the need, that primal instinct to fuck and feel human, you sought me out. It means a lot." Iruka nuzzled into Kakashi's neck. "Also, you need to make sure you got to misson trauma today and report what happened."
Kakashi groaned, he really didn't want to have to explain the whole situation to some medi-nin.
"You can tell them it's ok because your boyfriend has everything under control." Iruka whispered into Kakashi's ear.
Kakashi choked on his own breath, hands grasping Iruka's arm in shock and excitement.
"Really? Are you sure? Sure that you want me to be that… you know… your boyfriend." Iruka nodded, smiling up at him. "Are you sure I can tell them? They'll ask who. Can I say? Can I say you're mine?" Kakashi was still in disbelief.
"Yea. If you are good I might even let you tell Gai. I know how much you'd love to rub it in his face you have a partner." Iruka smirked as he spoke, but the blush on his cheeks gave away his true feelings.
"What do you mean by 'good'?" Kakashi asked suspiciously.
"We'll see how I feel after you visit the mission trauma wing."
Kakashi had never been so motivated in his life.
*shakes fist at under-agers*
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