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Dial Tone	By : antilogicgirl Category: Naruto AU/AR > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Dial Tone
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Series: Naruto
Pair: Kakashi/Iruka

Summary: It had been happening for six months; calls in the middle of the night. Heavy breathing and erotic noises. Should he have called the police?

Author's Note: Hurray, hurray! The last chapter posted. I'm glad that those of you that liked it were kind enough to review, and I hope you'll be nice again and tell me what you think of the final bit.

III: Voice Recognition

Dinner had taken place at La Lou, a small French restaurant where it was impossible to get a table without political connections. Kakashi must have known someone special, since they had the very best table. After a four-course meal that would have certainly cost Iruka half of his paycheck, they went for a walk by the river. The barges going by and the roar of the river breeze were oddly romantic. At almost midnight, Iruka looked at his watch.

“Bored with me already?” Kakashi asked, leaning on the guardrail on the pier.

Iruka shook his head. “No...I'm just...I have a schedule.”

“Do you turn into a pumpkin in a few seconds?” Kakashi teased, dazzling him with a brief smile.

Thoroughly embarrassed, Iruka admitted, “No. I've just gotten used to--”

Kakashi's face split in a wide grin filled with mischief. “Ohhh. I see. You're gonna miss your regularly scheduled personal time with someone whose name you don't know...” He stepped closer, and Iruka could smell his aftershave mingling with the scent of the river. “Why don't I take care of that for you?” The idea of Kakashi taking care of him seemed somehow...okay, in every way better than getting his rocks off over the phone with a complete stranger. Not only could he see him, but Iruka found himself more than willing to touch, as well.

He reached out and grabbed the front of Kakashi's sweater and pulled him forward and down. “Okay,” Iruka said before he sealed his mouth over those perfect lips. Arms were around him before he was able to think that he might like them there, and he could feel the hard muscle that Kakashi kept hidden under baggy clothing. “My apartment is downtown...where's yours?” Iruka asked as he pulled back.

“Mid-City. Do you mind? I've waited so long...” Kakashi's voice rumbled into Iruka's ear in a way that made his heart beat wildly.

“My place it is, then,” Iruka breathed.

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The door to Iruka's apartment burst inward, and he fell to the floor with Kakashi on top of him. They had been intermittently (at traffic lights) been checking each other for their tonsils and getting up to more interesting activities (waiting for a slow-moving train). Now they were in a tangled heap just inside Iruka's door, and he was finding it difficult to close the apartment and get his shirt off while still managing to grind against Kakashi's groin.

Finally, Kakashi managed to kick the door shut. “Do you have a bed?”

“Yes,” Iruka said as he won the battle and yanked off his shirt. “One thing at a time...less talk. Even less clothes.”

Shoes, belts, slacks and shirts were strewn haphazardly across the living room until Kakashi gave a triumphant growl and pressed himself bodily against Iruka. “Fuck,” he whispered, “We better get to your bed fast, because I'm really...really ready.” This was something that Iruka could confirm; Kakashi was hard as a rock against his leg. He wasn't far behind, himself. They got up from the floor and all but ran to the bedroom.

Iruka dove for the side table drawer and removed a tube of lubricant. After popping the cap, he squeezed a healthy amount onto his hand before tossing it to one side. Some he smoothed over Kakashi's erection, causing the man to hiss. The rest, he used to slick up his own fingers.

“Iruka...” Kakashi whispered in awe as he sat back on his heels to watch. Iruka closed his eyes; if he had not, there was no way that he would be able to simply prepare himself. The weight of those mismatched eyes on him was almost palpable, even when he was unable to see. But Kakashi was apparently even more impatient than he was. With a sudden and shocking motion, the other man turned him onto his back, pushing his knees nearly up to his chin. He could feel the blunt tip of Kakashi's erection press against him.

“Now,” Iruka barely recognized his own voice. His entire body was shaking, and he couldn't take it anymore. “Oh, God, now, Kakashi...” Without preamble, the other man pushed forward, stretching Iruka to his limits and causing searing pleasure to race through his body. “Yes...” It had been so long...he had almost forgotten what it felt like.

“Ahh...” Kakashi moaned, slowly beginning to move. Soon he thrust deeply in, searching desperately for the place that would make Iruka scream his name. “Uuhh...oooohh...” Iruka felt a strange sensation, like deja vu. Why...

Perhaps it was the tone of his voice, or the breathy quality of his wordless groans. Whatever it was, realization hit Iruka like a ten-megaton warhead. “Oh my God...” He whispered, shock coursing through him. Using his hands, he pushed on Kakashi's shoulders. “Stop. Stop!”

Kakashi's movements stuttered to a stop. “What?”

Iruka, his body and voice trembling, said, “It was you.”

Dual-colored eyes widening, Kakashi looked away. “How--”

“I've been listening to you moan for six months,” Iruka said sternly, “If there's one voice I know, it's yours.” Kakashi sighed dejectedly and started to pull himself away. Iruka smacked the back of his head. “What are you doing, idiot?”

“I'm stopping.”

“Oh, no you're not!” Iruka dug his fingernails into Kakashi's back, causing him to wince. “You've put me through ten kinds of hell, Hatake Kakashi. We'll discuss your bad behavior. Later.” The surprise evident on Kakashi's face tripled when Iruka flipped him over and was suddenly straddling him. He rose up and brought his weight down hard, causing the man below him to cry out, and his own body to sing with sensation. He moved with precise and deliberate grace, quickening his pace and driving himself nearly past the point of sanity with the feeling of being filled completely.

“I...Iruka...” Kakashi stammered, unable to cope with the punishing pace Iruka set. “Oh, no...aaah...” Liquid fire shot through his veins as their bodies joined over and over again, and his voice soon rose as well. “I'm...oh fuck, I'm so close...” Large hands gripped his hips, pulling him downward harder. Iruka felt him deeper, harder than before, and he gasped for breath. He was going to pass out if this kept up.

“A...Again! Harder, please...” Iruka moaned heavily as Kakashi complied, slamming their bodies together hard and fast until Iruka screamed, his entire body shaking as his orgasm rocked him. When his senses returned, he was on all fours. Kakashi thrust into him hard and fast, groaning as he tried to hold back. Iruka looked over his shoulder to find the other man's face screwed up in concentration. He felt his arousal begin to return, and closed his eyes. Listening to Kakashi's moans, the little desperate sounds were like a kind of mental conditioning. His hand moved without permission to begin stroking a newly-formed erection, and he whimpered.

Kakashi's blunt nails dug into his hips, and his thrusts became erratic. “Iruka...I'm going to come...I can't stop...oh no...”

Too far gone to care at all, Iruka moved his hand faster even as he pressed backward. “Harder...deeper...ah...” Somehow, Kakashi managed to thrust harder, to move his hips faster, and Iruka's entire world fell apart. “Kakashi!” He screamed, feeling the rending pleasure of intense and all-consuming orgasm tear through him again just before all went dark.

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Iruka woke up in the bathtub. He leaned back against something warm, and soothing water engulfed him to the waist. With a groan, he raised his head and opened his eyes. Two sets of legs were stretched out in front of him. “Iruka?” He heard Kakashi's voice from behind him. “Are you all right?”

Entirely boneless, he let his head fall back against a firm, pale shoulder. “Yes. Just spent.”

Kakashi settled his face into the crook of Iruka's neck. Muffled, he said in a miserable voice, “I'll finish getting you clean, then dress you. Once I've put you to bed I'll leave.”

“Idiot,” Iruka grunted. He managed to get his head into the awkward angle required to see Kakashi's face and found him to seem very sorry indeed. “Who said you needed to leave?” The man behind him gave a full-body jerk in shock. “You really are an idiot. Yes. You harassed and stalked me for half a year. You called me and did perverted things while listening to me talk about anything from how I like to masturbate to how the DOW Jones is doing. But that is not why I'm angry.”

“Why, then?” Kakashi whispered, his voice apparently unable to rise any higher.

Iruka huffed, annoyed. “Because you never said anything to me. I saw you every morning, and yet you just let me go by and ignore you.” He wiggled back into a more comfortable position and leaned back. “I don't get subtlety.”

For a long time, Kakashi was silent. Finally, when the water was starting to get cold, he gave a little laugh. “So...what does that mean?”

“It means that you, sir, owe me. Every night possible, you will make it so that I have no trouble sleeping.”

Confusion seeped into the other man's tone. “Meaning that I can't call you anymore?”

Now this was just ludicrous. Of all the dense, completely air-headed... “No, Kakashi. It means that at every possible opportunity, your ass will find its way into my bed. And vice versa.” A sound of realization issued from Kakashi, and Iruka smiled to himself at the little kisses that he felt on his neck. “Now, lover, can you get me out of here? I can't feel my body from the waist down.”

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