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Shouldering the Blame	By : fuyunoakegata Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Shouldering the Blame, Chapter 4

Rating: PG-13?

Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka Iruka/Kakashi I like my boys to switch xD

Status: WIP, but hope to finish it soon... yes, I know you�ve heard that from me before, lol.

Summary: Kakashi returns from a mission; Iruka patches him up and fluffiness ensues. Kinda�

Genre: WAFF, fluff, fairly mild angst (it always slips in there if I�m writing Kakashi, doesn�t it?) HC

Warnings: biseinen ai, coarse language and provocative conversation, medical imagery, blah blah blah

Disclaimer: I asked Kishimoto-san for several shinobi for my birthday� I kinda conveniently forgot to put them back when I was done� So technically they aren�t mine, but I think they have a lot more fun with me�

Author's Notes: Thank you to Hato, the reason I started writing again and the reason I continue� This occurs just before Hato�s Playing Doctor, but works better if you read it after hers. After discussing what we�ve managed to figure out from the time line a bit more, we decided this and Playing Doctor occur about 6 months after Kakashi and Iruka�s wedding mentioned in Hato�s Along the Way: Ch.10 � Prancing, so they are married and living together in a house, now. Also check out Jam and Jelly's stuff on ff.net and her LJ

Iruka wasn�t smiling ten minutes later.

Kakashi lay on the bed quietly, but he still wasn�t asleep. Iruka knew the other man was exhausted, just as he knew he wasn�t actively fighting sleep� but he was still awake.

Iruka carefully brushed silver strands from the jounin's forehead, smoothing the pale brow and lightly caressing the pressure point behind his ear. His voice was as soft as his touches when he spoke. " Is there anything you'd like me to do, 'Kakashi love?"    He pressed a kiss on the nape of the man's neck and slid a hand to a groove in the headboard, retrieving a long, thin object.

Iruka heard the tiniest hint of a leer in the Hatake's voice, "You know what I'd like to do, beloved, but even I know I'm not in any condition for that, even if you did indulge me..." The sleepy chuckle assuaged any lingering doubts Iruka might have had about Kakashi's health.

Iruka sucked lightly on the pale flesh. " You'll be indulged as soon as you�re able."

Now Iruka clearly heard the jounin pout. "I'm able as soon as I rest and get a good night's sleep, love.�

"Generally speaking, yes." The chuunin relented in his sensual torture and merely rested his forehead against the silky silver. " Though it will only occur whenever you are actually up to it, whether that's after a good night's sleep or after your wrist is fully healed is dependent on your behavior."

"Fully healed? But that could take at least another week or two, even after what you've already healed!" Kakashi almost squeaked in indignation. He switched almost immediately to a wheedling tone. "You wouldn't really make me wait that long, would you, love?"

Iruka felt the jounin wiggle against him almost imperceptibly, as if already trying to entice the younger man. Iruka sighed, silently asking every deity he could think of for the strength to get through this night, and bit gently on his lover's earlobe. "Yes, I would."

Kakashi was silent for a moment, considering.

The brunette propped himself onto one forearm, gaining a better vantage point to see his lover's gears turning.

"So basically I just have to rest for a day or two and take things easy with the wrist? If I don't fight you on this and things are healing, then you'll indulge me?" Iruka could hear Kakashi thinking his way through the words, examining every angle before committing himself to an agreement that might possibly backfire.

Dark eyes rolled upwards before returning to the jounin's face. "If you don't give me a hard time, and take proper care of yourself, AND if it means nothing detrimental to your health.... then I will indulge you in every way imaginable."   Iruka rested the point of his chin on Kakashi's shoulder.�

"You promise?" Kakashi almost hid a yawn, but Iruka knew him too well, and he was after all a ninja, and shinobi were trained to notice things most other people ignored. "I'd hate to go through all the trouble of behaving and not be properly rewarded..."

Iruka pretended to be properly affronted. "Have I ever gone back on my word, Kakashi?"

"I'm not saying you would go back on your word, love, just making sure we are thinking the same thing when you say 'every way imaginable,' that's all." Kakashi almost managed a sultry purr, even as tired as he was.

Iruka leaned down and whispered into his lover's ear, tongue barely peeking out to touch the lobe. "Every. Way. Imaginable."

Kakashi couldn't stop the shiver as he felt Iruka's warm breath against him. "I suppose we do understand each other then." Kakashi's voice was strained.

"I think our lines of communication are fairly reliable."   Another kiss was pressed to the jounin's neck.

The jounin was quiet for a moment. "I promise I will try to rest the next few days... and I'll take it easy on the wrist, even though I can barely feel anything wrong with it, now."

"It probably is nothing, love."   Iruka slid his arm around the other man, holding him close. "But I'd rather err on the side of caution. I'm a teacher, its required."

Kakashi shifted in bed, trying to find a more comfortable position and didn't even bother trying to hide the next yawn.

Iruka laid his head back onto the pillow, breath warm and moist on the back of his lover's neck. Almost unconsciously, he began to hum, a lullaby from his long ago childhood that had been all but forgotten in the hectic days of his adolescence and adult life.

Kakashi settled back slightly against him, almost unconsciously slowing his breathing. He listened carefully to the quiet, almost familiar, tune.

Iruka held his husband close, fully aware of the man's continued fight to sleep. One brown hand casually smoothed over Kakashi's chest, just above his heartbeat, in an attempt to lull him into a deeper state of peace. It�s always so hard for him to come down after missions.   Too tired, too much residual nervous energy, too much time spent on edge. The chuunin pushed his face further into the silver hair, kissing the back of Kakashi's neck and feeling the man tense slightly. "Kakashi..."

"Yes, love?" Kakashi's voice was softly strained, tinged with frustration.

Well, this always worked for me. Iruka sat up, scooting back and turning his lover face up, the weary face peering up from the pillows.

�Wha??? 'Ruka?'�   Kakashi slurred in fatigue.

The brunette ignored the confused words. He bent down and placed one gentle kiss on the pale jaw line before moving backwards to straddle well-muscled legs.

Kakashi's breath hissed in sharply at the all-too-welcome weight.

Broad fingers hooked into the elastic waistband, two efficient tugs exposing the soft member nested in silver curls.

�Iruka?� Kakashi's voice trailed away at the feel of warm breath.

Iruka let his bent legs slide farther apart and pressed his own groin against Kakashi's shins. "Shhhh, 'Kashi. You don't have to do anything, and it should help you get rid of the rest of that pent up energy."   Soft lips brushed over the tight abdominals, sweeping down until Iruka had his nose buried in the coarse hairs. Iruka wrapped one hand around the base of his lover's cock, making it more accessible to the teasing touches.   Not a marathon session, just enough to get him to sleep. Shame I can't tease him more.

"Ahhh. 'Ruka. Sweet kami..." Kakashi's voice cracked as Iruka's warm, wet tongue licked just under the head.

I see he's not too far gone to not enjoy it. The warm mouth opened wider and the wet muscle guided Iruka's prey between his lips. The chuunin began a gentle suckling, occasionally drawing firmly up the swelling length to increase the level of arousal.

"Iruka... nghhh... ahhh..." Soft moans began issuing from low in the jounin's throat.   Kakashi tried to arch off the bed. Once the flesh had stiffened to his desire, Iruka moved his hands to the smooth skin covering his lover�s hips and belly. He held Kakashi in place as the man tried to move at a particularly pleasurable swipe of tongue.

Kakashi began a litany to his lover, pleading as the feelings swept him up much quicker than he ever could have imagined, given his state of exhaustion.

Still beautiful, even tired and injured. Dark eyes never left the pale contorting face far above him. Iruka's head bobbed slowly, the rhythm easy and practiced. Only the strength of suction changed. The flat of his tongue pressed the achy member agianst the top of Iruka's mouth, the chuunin pulling his cheeks in tightly as he moved up and down. He could feel Kakashi's orgasm building under his hands and mouth, almost sad at the short length of time, but knowing it was for the best.

"I-Iruka... ahhh.. kami, 'Rukaaaa" Kakashi breathed his husband's name with all the reverence normally reserved for a deity.

One golden hand slipped into the bedding and entwined the callused fingers with their paler counterparts. Iruka felt the appendage swell and jerk as it hit the back of his throat. Seconds later, the familiar salty fluid flooded his mouth, coating his insides in bittersweet warmth.

"Iruka, love..." Kakashi's voice was a bare whisper.

Swallowing quickly, the chuunin let the softening flesh slide from his mouth, carefully laying it back into the silver before pulling the pajama's waist band back into place. Iruka crawled back up the bed, falling to one side. He gently laid an arm over Kakashi's chest and pressed his face into the crook of neck and shoulder. " Shhhh, 'Kashi." Iruka could feel the jounin's body under his arm, pressed to his front. There was not an ounce of tension left in the man's frame.

The scarred nose pushed further into the silver hair, breathing in the oddly pleasing scent of shampoo and fresh sweat.

Kakashi quieted further as he felt the familiar nuzzle behind his ear. His breath deepened and slowed, and his last conscious thoughts were of how much he truly loved Iruka.

Iruka tossed the unused sedative-dipped senbon into the cup beside the bed as he felt Kakashi finally succumb to sleep and smiled as he followed, glad this mission, at least, had ended well.
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