"What shall I do?!" Kakashi asked perplexed.

"Take off your clothes," Konan said, nodding in his direction. "At least your top, so I can treat you."

"Oh.." With difficulty, he slipped his T-shirt over his head. The burning in his shoulder increased and he took a hissing breath.

"Wait, I'll help you," Konan sighed, took the cloth that was still hanging on Kakashi's left arm and carefully peeled it off the burn.

Kakashi gritted his teeth and clenched his hands into fists so as not to shout out loud.

Konan giggled scornfully. "You're a brave boy, you'll get a cookie for that."

"Ks," Kakashi said, "endure such pain and we'll talk again."

"You want to tell me about pain, seriously?" Konan asked. "Have you ever born a child?"

"No, you?"

Konan pursed her lips, Kakashi laughed with a snort. "I know very well that there is worse pain, but something like this still hurts."

"My goodness, don't you have any balls?" Konan grumbled and pressed around on his upper arm for whatever purposes.

"Yes, do you want to see?" Kakashi grinned and opened the zipper of his jeans with his right hand but immediately stopped his gimmick when he noticed that Konan was staring into his crotch. "Why don't you interrupt me and beat me up for such audacity?"

Her amber eyes flipped up into his face. "Because I don't want to." Without further comment, she turned her attention back to his shoulder and said in a casual tone, "You have a moderate burn. I will cool it and bandage it sterilely. You should change the bandage in 24 hours. If the wound has worsened, go to the doctor, otherwise continue to cool, disinfect and apply a fresh bandage." She rolled on the small stool to the cupboard, took out the emergency kit, which Kakashi himself had sorted well, and sprayed an aggressive-smelling stuff over a large area on his shoulder and arm.

Kakashi coughed. "Does it contain alcohol?"

"Yes, this is anti-inflammatory and stimulates epithelialization." She pressed the lid on the bottle. "This means that the wound heals faster."

"I know what epithelialization is," Kakashi grumbled.

"Of course you know that, smartass."

Kakashi grinned cheekily. "Come on, admit it, Konan, you like me like that."

Her androgynous facial expressions got a bitchy touch. "Don't challenge me, Kakashi." She taped the square wound bandage onto his shoulder, smoothed out the adhesive edges and got rid of the gloves. "I'm only here at Madara's command."

"Tell me one thing," Kakashi began, leaning back on his arms and watching Konan put away the bandages, "how come you're a trained nurse and still play the tipster for a loan shark? Isn't that quite a demotion?"

"What do you care? Stop interfering in my life," it came half-muffled from the closet.

"Oh, I don't care," Kakashi said honestly – by now he hardly cared about anything, "I'm just curious. I can't get my head round the fact that someone would allow themselves to be downgraded so far in life. What went wrong? Did your mum die and you had money problems?"

"No, my mum is still alive," Konan replied and came rolling back, her hands on her knees.

"What was it then? Just didn't feel like it anymore?"

Konan blew up her gum, popped it, and worked on it slowly. "Yahiko."

"Who is Yahiko?"

"Pain."

Kakashi suppressed a fit of laughter. "His name is Yahiko..? Okay, Pain suits him better."

"He didn't want me to work in a clinic," Konan continued to talk unimpressed.

"He doesn't want you to help people?" Kakashi asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No. He doesn't want me to work anywhere else than he does."

There was a brief silence as Konan chewed on her mint gum and Kakashi stared holes into the deep neckline of her tight top. "Konan, honestly, why don't you leave him? You are not married yet, nothing binds you to him."

"What do you understand of bonds?" Konan asked quietly and with a bitter note.

"Me?" Kakashi snorted and looked into her face again. " I have bound myself to Madara in order to detach myself from everyone else. Believe me, I understand a lot about it."

"Why don't you leave him if you're so unhappy?"

"I'm not unhappy with Madara."

"Then why do you sound like you are?" Konan asked a question that made Kakashi's arrogance crumble. Did he really sound unhappy..? He wasn't at all! He was satisfied because Madara was able to bring him closer to his goal. And that filled his heart with pure happiness. He and unhappy.. Pah. "Madara doesn't beat me," Kakashi lied. "I'm with him for a reason. Why are you staying with Pain?"

Konan indicated a shake of the head. "Clean up your own life first before you interfere with others."

"Konan, what binds you to Pain?" Kakashi probed further.

"Stop it.." Konan murmured.

"Just say it. What are you ashamed of? Do you think I'll tell him? Honestly. I hate your fiancé, I don't talk to that guy more than I have to."

"Don't call him that," Konan whispered.

"What? Your fiancé?" Kakashi took her hand with the narrow gold ring set with a small gemstone and waved it around in front of her face. "But he is. He IS your fiancé. And soon he'll be your husband, if you let it. Do you want that?"

"Stop it.."

Konan wanted to withdraw her hand, but Kakashi only grabbed tighter. "Do you want to be the wife of this guy? Do you want to bind yourself even further to him?"

"Kakashi, you're hurting me," Konan hissed.

Kakashi let go of her. "He won't stop beating you. It will probably only get worse. And at some point you'll be old and regret your life with him – if you get old at all and don't peg out first because he split your skull."

"Shut up.."

"Just break up with him and find someone better."

"NOW SHUT UP!" Konan shouted, jumped up, stumbled a few steps backwards and glared angrily at Kakashi. "Shut your mouth, you fucking pisser! You have no idea what it's like to owe someone more than you can ever pay back!"

"Oh no? What do you think binds me to Madara?" Kakashi growled just as hostilely.

"Your father's debts," Konan replied arrogantly.

"No. That was the case in the beginning. Now, it's something else. I owe my life to him." He raised his left arm, presenting the rosy scars on the inside of his forearm. "When my dad died, I wanted to kill myself. I wanted to jump off the balcony. Don't ask me why I didn't do it, I can't explain it. But I went to Madara because I had an appointment with him anyway. And he showed me what's important." He stood up and slowly came to Konan, who was looking at his cuts, breathing heavily. "It is not my duty to stay with him. He doesn't demand it from me or anything. I do it voluntarily because I am alive thanks to him. He offers me a future."

"Well, that's the same for me," Konan said with hardly any strength in her voice, took Kakashi's injured wrist and placed it on her neck. Under the large rose tattoo, Kakashi felt little pompousness on his own uneven skin. "Of course I wanted a dramatic death, anyone can cut their wrists or swallow sleeping pills or jump off the balcony. Pain found me, stopped my bleeding and drove me to the hospital. I can't leave him."

Kakashi gently stroked the hidden scars next to her larynx with his thumb. "Why did you want to die?"

"I was six when I lost my childhood."

"Who was it?" He put his other hand on her neck, traced the contours of her violet with his eyes.

"My father," Konan whispered, cupping Kakashi's forearms and squeezing them lightly. "And my uncle."

"Did your mother know?"

"No.. She ran away with me when she found out."

"See?" Kakashi smiled.

"What?"

"Your mother wanted you to be well. Do you think she'd be happy if she knew how Pain treats you?"

The orange irises began to shine and the black eyebrows twitched briefly. "No.. She wouldn't."

"Then leave him," Kakashi breathed. "Leave him, Konan. You don't owe him anything. Build a life worth saving. Don't stay with this bastard and languish. He saved your life, so live it."

They looked at each other for a long time, neither of them said any more. And then it happened. Their lips found each other in a stormy kiss. Konan clawed at Kakashi's hair, Kakashi tightened the grip on her neck. She moaned with pleasure, scratched his scalp and pressed her pelvis against his.

Kakashi simply reacted, there was nothing rational in his actions. He turned them both around, pushed Konan's butt onto the treatment table and pinched her breasts roughly, their kiss got even bigger, their tongues fought each other, their hands greedily explored each other's bodies. Konan fumbled with Kakashi's jeans, undid the button and with a jerk exposed his cock so that she could massage it vigorously.

Kakashi grumbled aroused, sucked Konan's lower lip and dug his right hand under her bra, pinched her hard nipple. Konan let go of Kakashi's member and stood up again, but only to pull her denim shorts and black thong off her hips. The fabrics landed on the floor, she got out with one leg, sat down again, spread her thighs and pulled Kakashi closer by the half-exposed ass until their genitals touched and it elicited a short moan from both of them.

Without further hesitation, Kakashi inserted himself into her hot, wet, smooth vagina, held her in place with his other hand, pulled the bra from her breasts and kissed her again as he kneaded her soft tit and sank deep into her with one single thrust. Konan squeaked suffocated, clapped her hand on his uninjured shoulder, and dug her fingernails into his flesh.

The metal frame of the couch squeaked and hammered against the wall, was the only acoustic indication of what was happening in this small chamber apart from heavy panting, smacking flaps and now and then a suppressed moan. They didn't talk, had silently decided to be as quiet as possible – although it was difficult for Kakashi not to lose himself completely in this feeling.

This heat on his cock, Konan's tight pussy, the muscles that contracted and expanded, producing juice that splashed into his pubic hair, this indescribable hunger for power that he was just satisfying.. He had missed fucking a woman far too much, being the one who set the rhythm, who thrust. He felt masculine, strong. Because of him, a woman wrestled with her silent orgasm, tore the hair on the back of his neck, clung to his steadily jerking hip with her legs. It was addictive. Konan drove him to the cliff with her kisses, but he didn't want to jump yet, not until she had drowned in her own arousal. Not only did he want this kind of sex, but he also wanted confirmation that it was good.

With one hand he continued to stabilize her, the other he took from her breast, pressed his thumb on her clitoris and rubbed it quickly. Konan panted, was able to keep herself from a fulfilled moan at the last second, pushed her legs further apart, scratched his tense cheeks and bit him violently in the collarbone. Kakashi gasped at the pain, put more force into his thrusts and didn't slow his thumb down a bit.

Konan came, muffled her voice in his skin, her abdomen narrowed massively, and her body trembled uncontrollably. Kakashi felt the pulsation of her vagina on his shaft and thumb, jerked his head into the nape of his neck, almost failed not to betray them both, and poured himself into her, breathing choppy. His pelvis shook under his ejaculation and he held her by her ass and thighs, sporadically digged his fingers into her sweaty skin and took a breath of relief.

When he looked down, he noticed Konan's lascivious look and grinned scornfully. "What?" he murmured.

"You're hot when you come," she whispered and gave him a little kiss.

"Hm, you're the second person to say that to me."

"Then it must be true." Konan pushed him away from her so that he slid out of her, dragging a thick thread of sperm with him. She immediately handed him a box of tissues from the side table. "Clean yourself up."

"It's not my first sex," Kakashi mobbed, plucked out two wipes and removed the sperm from his decongestant cock. "But.. Konan?"

"What?" she asked, was herself busy freeing her labia from both of their bodily secretions.

"Are you on birth control?"

"Ks," Konan said, giving him a scathing look. "Do you think I'd otherwise allow you to fuck me without a rubber? Of course. I don't want a child from Pain."

Kakashi smiled victoriously. "Good attitude." He pulled up his boxershorts again and closed his pants. "Do you leave him?"

"Now I've already cheated on him, so..." She didn't finish her sentence, disposed of the used cloths in the bucket under the table, straightened her clothes and hair and spread her lip gloss evenly again. Her eyes darted to his shoulder and she rubbed it with a twisted mouth. "Shit.. Sorry, I didn't want to leave a mark on you."

Kakashi looked at it as well. On his pale skin there were two red, curved stripes, clearly Konan's teeth. A restless grumbling spread in his stomach, but he waved it off with a nonchalant grin. "Don't worry about it, he won't notice."

Konan's expression made her scepticism clear, but Kakashi put on his T-shirt and ignored the subject. It remained to be seen whether Madara would notice this and, in the worst case, question it. Either way, Kakashi had made the decision to sleep with Konan – even if his lust had the upper hand at that moment – and he had to face any consequences. In a broken mirror above the narrow sink next to the material cabinet, he checked his hairstyle, wiped sweat and cream grease from his skin and nodded. "Okay. I'll go now."

"See you on Monday," Konan said callously, opened the door and they stepped into the hallway. Just at that moment, Madara came out of his office with a coffee cup. Kakashi felt ice-cold all over his body when he saw the suspicious expression in the red eyes. "Konan, where were you?"

"I treated Kakashi," Konan replied without showing any signs of what they had done, chewed her gum – wherever she had left it during the smooching – and sat down behind her desk. "Do you want to criticize my abilities?" She raised her eyebrows provocatively.

"No," Madara said, nodding over to Kakashi. "And? Will you keep your arm?"

"Joker." Kakashi bared his teeth and took his leather jacket from the coat hook next to Konan's desk. It had been warm enough all day – "the coldest British summer ever", no way. So far, he has had a different opinion. "I'm gone now. See you later."

"Steak," Madara barked. "Today I want steak."

"Should I buy some?"

"Yes, I'll give you the money back."

'So generous today,' Kakashi grumbled in his mind, said instead, "Aye-aye. When will you come?"

"Half past five. Konan? There's an envelope on my desk, it has to go out today."

"Consider it done," Konan said, didn't look at Kakashi once and disappeared into Madara's office.

Madara marched into the kitchen with his empty cup and so Kakashi took the opportunity to secretly piss off. His path led him to the department store, where he first headed for the drugstore and looked for an employee.

As luck would have it, he found Iruka, of all people, who was putting shampoo bottles on the shelf in an aisle. "Hey," Kakashi said when he was close enough.

Iruka's face brightened a little as he seemed to recognize Kakashi. "Hey.."

Kakashi looked at the young salesman with a smile. He was not unattractive, and clearly old enough for him. He had tasted blood. He needed more of that satisfaction that his manhood longed for. "Hi. I'm looking for facial care." The hoped-for sex had to take a back seat, his priority was to buy suitable products.

"Really? What's wrong with yours? You have such healthy skin."

"I don't know, I've been getting pimples more often lately, and I want to avoid that," Kakashi explained.

"Hm," Iruka said thoughtfully, leading Kakashi one aisle further and rummaging through some lotions on the shelf. " I'm going to go out on a limb and say that this is not necessarily caused by incorrect cleaning or care, but rather by stress. Have you been under a lot of stress lately?"

Stress was not an expression at all. "Yes."

"Then you should rather work on reducing it."

"Can't you just give me a miracle cure that will make my pimples disappear?"

Iruka laughed and looked so damn sexy that Kakashi had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from pouncing on him. "If it were that easy.. Unfortunately, I can't serve you with that. But I can recommend a mild toner. This is very gentle on the skin, does not irritate unnecessarily. It should at least keep coarse dirt from settling in your pores. You won't avoid the pimples completely, but you can clean existing ones better and possibly prevent the outbreak of others."

"And do I also need a cream? Because this morning I tried the stuff from my roommate and that made my skin dry." Now Madara has already been reduced to his "roommate", poor guy. But well, he had refused against a "boyfriend", his loss.

Iruka looked at Kakashi intently and Kakashi didn't miss the shallow smile on his thin lips. "No, you don't need cream if your skin didn't want one before." He took a light blue bottle from the shelf. "Try it. There is panthenol in it, which reduces inflammation and moisturizes."

"Sounds perfect," Kakashi smiled, weighed the bottle in his hand and wondered how to actually flirt with a guy without going full throttle – especially as he didn't know whether Iruka was really interested in him or whether he was just being emphatically polite.

"Is there anything else I can help you with?" Iruka asked kindly.

If he were a girl, Kakashi would now respond to this template and guide the conversation directly into kinky realms, but he had to feel his way around before he embarrassed himself in the end. "Mhh, yeah, sure," he said playfully shy. "I'd like to know why you use makeup. You're not wearing some right now, are you?"

A delicate pink shimmer crept onto Iruka's cheeks and he groaned, laughing sheepishly. "Um.. No, I only wear some in my free time. And not always, actually only when I.. Well, when I'm on stage."

"Are you a singer?"

"Naaah," Iruka said, swinging his head back and forth, his cheeks darkened further. "I am.. Well.. Do you know the term 'drag'?"

"I may have picked it up somewhere, but I have no idea what it is."

"Drags are men who dress as women – but extremely.. with lots of eye shadow and dramatic lipstick and stuff. And then they perform and sing playback to all kinds of things, Tina Turner and Cher and stuff like that."

"Oh," Kakashi nodded and didn't know what to do with this information at first. Surely he had seen someone like that before, but honestly he could hardly imagine what Iruka would look like as such a colourful bird. "So.. are you into taking on the role of the woman?" This pick-up line was stupid even for his lack of experience in the field of gay flirting. But now he had said it and couldn't take it back. Then full throttle in after all.

Iruka's face seemed to be on fire and he asked intimidatedly, "Uhh.. Do you mean that related to a show..?"

Kakashi smiled seductively. "No, more to things that happen in bed. Listen, Iruka.." Sukea's purr was finally there, which he had already missed a little. "Are you sure I don't need cream? Maybe we should go to the stockroom, and you take a good look at my skin. Not that we make a mistake and I leave as an unsatisfied customer."

A small gap opened between Iruka's lips, through which the tip of his tongue pressed minimally. Then Iruka smacked, ground his jaw and nodded once. "Yes, I think that sounds like a good idea. Customer satisfaction is my top priority."

"And I'm sure we can satisfy each other," Kakashi murmured and winked slightly. He thought he heard an "Oh fuck", grinned wider and followed Iruka, who hurriedly led him to a door between toilet paper and a photo booth. After a last check to see if anyone was in sight, he pushed Kakashi into the half-dark room, which was crammed with shelves and carts made of lattice boxes. "Shit, we have to hurry before someone catches us," Iruka whispered.

Kakashi had already had his experience with this today. He didn't give them any time for scruples either, pushed Iruka against the wall next to the door and kissed him. Iruka puffed at his cheek in surprise, returned the kiss and clasped Kakashi's ear. "Fuck, I just hope we didn't misunderstand each other. I'm fucking you, right?" Kakashi asked to be on the safe side.

Iruka giggled silently. "Yes.." He gave Kakashi a smack. "But do you have condoms and lubricant with you? I just happen not to be stretched."

It was crazy that normal gays thought about something like that! Madara would have simply penetrated him now, this ruthless philanderer. "Unfortunately not, but I think I could buy something, even if it's already been used."

"Okay, come with me," Iruka whispered, pulling Kakashi between the shelves by the sleeve of his leather jacket and digging a pack of condoms and a bottle of lubricant out of one of the lattice carts. "It's good that these things are sorted by department," he said with an audible grin and kissed Kakashi.

But the latter, with the ingredients for their fuck in his hands, didn't want to delay it any longer. His cock was already tapping expectantly on his WAY too tight jeans. He spun Iruka around, pressed him with his stomach against the nearest shelf and tampered with his jeans after he had temporarily stored rubbers and lubricant in his back pockets. Iruka moaned softly as Kakashi pressed himself against his ass from behind, caressed his neck next to his long ponytail and massaged his shaft through his underpants. "Fuuuck.. What's your name?"

"Kakashi." An intense sucking on the neck vertebra and Iruka squeaked aroused. "I don't mind if you moan my name," Kakashi breathed, licking the tip of his tongue up to Iruka's hairline and at the same time shoving any fabric on his hips into the depths. Without letting his kisses fade from Iruka's neck, Kakashi lubered his index and middle fingers, and he placed the bottle in the compartment with the many boxes for cotton swabs at their eye level. His right hand focused on Iruka's cock, which was quite thin but disproportionately long, his left one spread Iruka's cheeks with his thumb and ring finger so that he could spread the lubricant on the twitching rosette. He played around the hairs and finally inserted the first, wonderfully slippery joint of the index finger.

He himself had never anally fucked anyone because Rin hadn't wanted to. And he immediately felt the difference. The muscle ring was incredibly tight, without lubricant it would certainly be much too dry – no wonder that everything tore open without stretching. He couldn't have cared, he could have just fuck blindly, but he knew the pain that came with it and wanted to avoid it with others. So, after a short while of tenderly in and out and rubbing Iruka's penis at the same time, he added the middle finger, feasted on the occasional pulsation that flashed through Iruka's entire abdomen from the shaft to the anus and the sounds he made.

Iruka's rosette widened, lost its wrinkles, let in Kakashi's fingers more and more easily, and Kakashi thought that Iruka was ready. He moved away from Iruka's crotch and ass and unzipped his own jeans, careful not to touch the fabric with his lube fingers. Just as carefully, he took one of the condoms out of the packaging in his back pocket, tore it open with his teeth and put it on his cock.

The condomed glans at Iruka's entrance, Kakashi resumed kissing his neck and whispered, "Ready?"

"Yes," Iruka replied choppyly, wiggling his pelvis briefly as if he had moved more comfortable, and moaned swingingly while Kakashi shoved his boner into him. "Shiiit... What is that?!"

"Huh?" Kakashi said and paused. "My dick."

Iruka felt around Kakashi's loins, found the root of the penis and put his thumb and index finger around it, apparently to take measurements. "Oh holy fuck noodle... Such a thing exists?!"

"Is it too big for you?" Kakashi asked kindly.

Iruka immediately shook his head, let go of Kakashi's shaft and moved his hips back a little. "No. Just thank you for preparing me."

Was that irony or did he mean that in relation to the stretching? Kakashi didn't ask any further. His tip was already stuck in this heavenly tight hole and the rest of his cock wanted to too. He thrust. Iruka panted whimpering and clung to the shelf – in Kakashi's eyes all signs of willingness. So, he picked up the pace a bit, their naked skin clapped softly, was drowned out by their panting and Iruka's sporadic moans.

Kakashi massaged Iruka's bobbing cock again, carefully kneaded his testicles and sucked on his neck like a greedy leech craving sweet lifeblood.

"Yes... Nghhaa... Kakashi..." Iruka whispered, obviously struggling to keep his voice in check. "Yes.. Yes..."

"Moan louder," Kakashi whispered against his vertebrae, quickening his thrusts further, getting even more from this ecstasy that Iruka gave him.

Iruka moaned once, his body trembled and he clawed at Kakashi's side with one hand. "Yes! Harder!"

Suddenly, bright light flooded half the room and Kakashi abruptly stopped moving. Above them, the ceiling lamps whirred, the neon tubes flickered, and a girl humming softly appeared among all the products that filled the shelves.

Iruka squabbled Kakashi away from him, forced him to his knees and tugged at his jeans. "Hey, Elizabeth!"

The girl was startled, Kakashi saw her take a few steps backwards and bump into a diaper box that was standing on the floor. "Iruka! My gosh! I'll have a heart attack because of you!"

"Sorry," Iruka laughed guiltily. "I didn't mean to scare you." When he spoke, the muscles in his butt twitched a little and the sight of this cute booty appealed Kakashi.

"Why are you loitering here in the dark?" Elizabeth asked suspiciously.

"Ah," Iruka waved his hand. "I just had a customer who got on my nerves, and I had to let off steam for a moment."

Kakashi pulled Iruka's cheeks apart and licked his shiny and swollen rosette – it tasted like lube and clearly aromatic sweat, somehow that was pretty horny. Iruka gasped in horror.

"Is everything okay?" Elizabeth probed. "You look so pale around the nose."

"Mh-hmm," Iruka whimpered – Kakashi was just penetrating him with the tip of his tongue. "Yep, everything is wonderful." Tensely, he tried to push Kakashi's head away from his buttocks.

"What did the customer say?" Elizabeth said, keeping the conversation going at all costs, even came a little closer.

"Well, the usual, right? Why we don't have his soap in stock, it's all chicanery, blah. If it were that easy, I'd pull his fucking soap out of my ass." On which Kakashi was slurping with relish.

Elizabeth groaned annoyed. "These people deserve a slap. Really."

"Yes.." Iruka said a little impatiently and seemed to have come to terms with the fact that Kakashi didn't leave him alone. "And what are you looking for?"

"MAC Russian Red, is sold out again."

"Ah sure, the classic. I saw some yesterday, look over there at the cosmetics."

Elizabeth's feet disappeared behind boxes labelled "Gilette razor blades", there was a brief rummage in whatever material and the gleaming white Buffalos reappeared. "I'll take a few more with me, we know it."

"Yep," Iruka nodded with popping lips and cleared his throat coughing, his fingers pulling painfully on Kakashi's hair.

"Are we going to take a break together?" Elizabeth asked cheerfully. "I've got to tell you the latest gossip – Billie and Miranda were caught making out here the other day. Heavens, Andrew freaked out!"

"Oh sick, really? Well, when you're that stupid, eh?" Iruka patted Kakashi's skull in warning, who could hardly hold back with laughter. "Sure, I'll be right there, I just have to empty the cart at the shampoos. Then you tell me all the juicy details."

"With pleasure~" Elizabeth sang, the door let in the babble of voices and the dull department store music and after a relieving click, Iruka let out a sigh. "Shit ey.."

Kakashi giggled maliciously. "It was exciting, wasn't it?"

"Are you barmy?!" Iruka hissed angrily. "Dude, if she had noticed something, I'd be out of my job! I need it, otherwise I can't finance my studies."

"Oh come on, a little thrill never hurts," Kakashi purred, stood up and kissed Iruka. His hips stretched out, but his erection did not meet any hardness. Emitting a grumpy sound, he pulled away from Iruka and looked at their cocks – one limp and listless, the other plump and with brownish streaks on the latex. Ah, condoms were probably good for that too. And that was why Madara demanded cleanliness in Kakashi's rectum. "Hm," he commented on the different stages of their erectile tissue.

"Wow that you can still stand at all.." Iruka murmured and couldn't take his eyes off Kakashi's boner. He unrolled the rubber, grasped the shaft and rubbed it slowly. "I have to admit, Kakashi.. I've never seen a dick like that before."

Kakashi had an idea. "Do you want to swallow it?"

Iruka looked up. "Swallow? This thing? I don't know, cock on an empty stomach is not really on my wish list."

"Not?" Kakashi asked with a pout.

Iruka grimaced and growled softly. "Shit.. You're way too cute." He shook his head briefly and got down on his knees.

Pleased, Kakashi leaned against the shelf, pulled up the hem of the T-shirt so that Iruka had a clear path, and tilted his head back in a relaxed manner when Iruka began to blow him. Smacking, gurgling and occasional gagging came up from below, Iruka didn't even come close to take in Kakashi's entire length and his tongue could show a little more enthusiasm, but the blowjob was enough for Kakashi to feel a tingling in his thighs after a few minutes of constant sucking, held Iruka's skull and came inside him. He moaned a soft "Yeeahhh..." towards the ceiling and scratched Iruka's hair.

Iruka took Kakashi's cock out of his mouth, coughed slightly, and came back up. "Well, now he's getting at least a LITTLE smaller." He patted the shaft. "Rad tool, you have my envy."

"Hm," Kakashi grinned and kissed Iruka's salty lips. "Thank you very much." He packed his beaut again, Iruka also closed his pants. "Hey.. Uh.. Was that just a one-off thing or will we see each other again?"

"As you wish," Kakashi shrugged and pushed the flap of the condom packaging into the box, making it look as if it had never been opened.

Iruka snorted. "Doesn't sound particularly euphoric."

Kakashi looked up. "Hey, honestly, I'm not a guy for a relationship or anything. I'm not looking for that at the moment at all." He sighed. "Let's just agree that we'll let it come to us, yes? If we meet again and we both want each other – why not? But we don't have to make an appointment or anything like that."

Iruka's facial expressions clearly showed dejection and the old Kakashi would have wanted to appease and please him, but the new Kakashi didn't care what Iruka thought of how they should remain in his opinion. He had made his suggestion, if Iruka couldn't handle it, it wasn't his problem.

He took the bottle of lubricant from the shelf, took the toner out of his jacket pocket and raised his hand with his purchase. "Got everything, we can go."

"Okay.." Iruka turned off the light and peered through the door. "The coast is clean." The two slipped out of the stockroom and stood by the toilet paper for the sake of an alibi. "Yeah, well, then. Maybe we'll see each other again, Kakashi," Iruka said with fake cheerfulness. "I mean, you know where I work, so it shouldn't be THAT hard to run into each other."

"That's right," Kakashi smiled, touched Iruka's upper arm briefly and somehow a bit apologetically and waved goodbye. "See ya, bye." He went to the checkout, paid for his three things and made his way light-footedly and with a permanent grin on his face to the next floor to H .