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Another Perfect Wonder	By : jaded_priceless Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 10014 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 41
Kakashi was contemplating the meaning of Iruka’s words and wondering where else he’d heard such wisdom when sleep finally claimed him. He awoke with a start when he realized he had the answer.
“You okay?” Iruka mumbled sleepily having been roused by Kakashi’s sudden movement.
“Yeah, bad dream. Go back to sleep,” Kakashi yawned slipping out of bed to rekindle the fire knowing it would be a while before he was able to do so. He made himself a cup of tea while he watched the dancing flames.
Kushina had once told him that dreams are the minds way of fixing itself. Jiraiya had gone further and explained that every person’s mind has two halves that are separated by a barrier. The subconscious ruled instinct and intuition while the conscious ruled thought and logic; the only time the barrier could be breached was during dreams or trance states such as deep meditation or hypnosis. It was so easy to forget the affable porn writer had successfully mastered the spiritual aspects of sage training.
Kakashi turned slightly towards the bed at his companion as Iruka’s light snores filled the room. He’d been chasing a fleeting memory and all along his mind had been trying to show him the answer: Owl, one of the men who’d raped him a year ago, was dead - murdered right in front of his eyes by a Mist kunoichi. He could have fought her, should have fought her, but when he ran into the clearing and saw her removing his hands, nicking his femoral artery, and chopping off his penis in one fluid motion. All he felt was a tremendous sense of relief and understanding as the woman placed the Hyuuga’s short sword in the hand of a light-eyed toddler and drove it into his heart.
He didn’t move the muscle when the woman picked up the child and charged towards him. His inaction probably saved his life. There was a slash through her hiate’ate; most likely because of the child she bore. Water Country was in the midst of a civil war after turning on its once prized fighters. Those with bloodlines were being eliminated by those they’d fought for and a child with a foreign bloodline would most certainly be a target. When he woke or rather when he was woken up a kunai was in his hand a pair of testicles rested on his chest. Owl’s sword was missing.
“Come on. I’m not going to let you sit around and mope like you usually do. That bitch was tough. She gave the Fourth hell during the war. You are very lucky to have been left unconscious with only minor injuries. Besides no amount of moping will change what happened. If it had to happen, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy.”
It was no secret that Kakashi was protective of his teammates and took unnecessary risks to preserve their lives but they’d served with Owl for years and knew the type of man he was. They didn’t want their youngest member senselessly mourning his death. They misunderstood his silence and death grip on the bloody kunai as grief.
Only he knew it was a trophy. The kunoichi had cut off Owl’s balls with it and presented it to him as a gift before knocking him out. She was a sensor and had gleaned images of his rape from his mind just that fast as well as shared an image of her own.
Kakashi allowed Genma to drag him to the industrial district., “A sex club?” he asked incredulously.
“More than that, Kid, more than that. It’s a place to get your humanity back.” Genma said ushering him inside and guiding him towards the double doors labeled first timers.
They were greeted by an attendant dressed in what looked like a cross between silk pajamas and a surgical uniform. The only part of her body exposed were her brown eyes which he later learned were masked by colored contact lenses.
Kakashi listened as she explained the layout of the club and purpose of the club – Anonymous – the one place a person can come and be themselves. There were mandatory showers for every patron to mask their scent after which they would dress in the same hat, loose mask, gloves, soft shoes, and pajamas.
There were measurements taken to ensure no one got intoxicated and no one was unwillingly unmasked. The club was a concentric set of rings. The outer rooms were for eating, talking, drinking, and light displays of public affections. The innermost rooms were for touching and more intimate acts. The further inside the building you went the more you could cut loose.
He’d been inside half an hour when someone approached him, “It won’t kill you to eat. If you’re afraid of the buffet, they take orders and you can watch it being cooked over there.” The stranger said lifting a skewer of meat behind the loose mask.
“Don’t say you aren’t hungry. You look like you’re ready to stab me for a snack,” he continued offering Kakashi the other skewer.
He wasn’t sure why he of all people was taking food from strangers; Kakashi placed the food below the mask. Unlike his, these were designed to fall to the wearer’s chest so they could eat in private, and sniffed the meat for poison before taking a bite. It was delicious.
“Come on, let’s go find you something else,” the stranger said warmly extending his hand to Kakashi.
For the first time since Kushina-neechan’s death, Kakashi found himself willingly holding hands with someone else, being led to a buffet. He picked up a small plate, but the stranger took it out of his hands replaced it with a large one saying “trust me, you’ll need it.” He took a small sample of everything before following his new acquaintance to a secluded table in one of the rooms many semi-lit corners.
The stranger was right and he made several trips back for additional helpings. Once they finished eating, Kakashi found that same hand once again entwined with his. He was enthralled by the other man’s voice and found himself opening up and chatting about several things of no consequence. His heart beat faster when the stranger, no his new friend, asked permission for a kiss. The kiss he gave him was gentle and hesitant.
They spoke a bit further and it was Kakashi’s turn to ask for a kiss. They continued talking and kissing with the conversations growing shorter between each and they no longer asked permission to reach beneath the other’s mask.
“Can I touch you?”
Kakashi nodded and the gloved hand that had never left his led him to another room. This one was darker and was filled with wide sofas. The hand let go of his and removed his gloves. Kakashi followed suit. The other man brought Kakashi’s hands to his mouth and gave each palm and all ten fingers a kiss. Kakashi followed suit.
Their kisses grew more heated and the stranger, no his partner often took his bottom lip between his and licked it during their osculation. Hands found their way beneath loose shirts while eager mouths sucked necks and nipples. They were horizontal and each had a hand inside the other’s pants when Kakashi slid a finger between the other’s cheeks, “I want to be inside you.”
“That’s something lovers do. I want to see your face when we cum, but I won’t give or ask that of you. There are plenty of things we can do to get off without going in,” the man whispered into Kakashi’s ear and proceeded to show him exactly what he meant.
They kissed, touched, climaxed, and napped over and over until a brief announcement was made that the sun was coming up but everyone was welcome to stay if they liked. “I have to leave,” the other announced giving Kakashi one last kiss.
“Who are you?” Kakashi asked not wanting to loose the first person he’d ever been able to fall asleep with.
“You know you aren’t supposed to ask that,” the other responded sadly gloving his dark hands.
“I’m sorry. I just...how can I find you again?” Kakashi asked hesitantly giving the other another kiss through their mask.
“You’ll know me by the feeling,” the other replied placing a gentle kiss on the scar right above Kakashi’s dark contact.
That memory had become one of his favorite dreams, albeit infrequent. He could count on one hand the number of times he had it: when he first had ramen with Naruto and his academy sensei at Ichiraku; when that same teachter stood up to him at the chuunin exam nominations and when Sasuke received the cursed seal. Kakashi found the man sitting by their mutual students beside. They sat in silence for hours before Iruka left saying he needed to check on Naruto.
The last occurrence, well, last occurrence until a few minutes ago Kakashi corrected, had been when Iruka sat beside him in the bar after the formal dissolution of Team Seven. He had been planned on drinking himself into stupor when Iruka placed a hand over his and said “The feeling doesn’t get easier with time, but you learn to cope with it. They aren’t here, but they aren’t dead and you do have one remaining student.”
Kakashi refilled his teacup and watched Iruka roll over. He should have known when he had been able to sleep beside Iruka, not the light sleep or deep meditation he normally did on missions or when someone was in bed with him, but actually sleep. That was one of the many reasons he and Aoba parted. He cared for him, as much as he could care for another person, but could never sleep around him.
Even after they moved in together he would lock himself into a shed at the Hatake estate to sleep. He should have known when Iruka was able to pull him from the precipice of madness and when he did fall into the darkness, the chuunin had been able to stop his descent that Iruka was special. He’d often wondered what happened to that man who had been able to ease his guilt at taking joy in the death of a teammate and who had set his body on fire and gave him such strong orgasms without any form of penetration or copulation other than their kisses. It was a puzzle why he would dream of that man, that imaginary figure he sometimes doubted existed, after spending time with Iruka. At least it had been until tonight.
Iruka had innocently repeated things he’d shared with the man of his dreams, “getting off without going in” and “knowing by a feeling”. This felt right. Even though it was a mission and they were only pretending, it felt right. It felt realer than all of his other relationships and encounters combined.
He climbed into bed, settling himself in Iruka’s arms wondering if these feelings were only due to proximity or if he, Hatake Kakashi, veteran jounin, was truly making the genin level mistake of falling in love in a mission.
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