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The Tawse That Refreshes	By : Sushi4Brains Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 2235 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Couldn't have done it without you WeepingCadaver. Can't believe I forgot to look 'behind the underneath'.

Despite persistent rumors of his moody, humorless, and sociopathic tendencies, Kakashi could take a joke as well as the next guy. Obviously, the scroll in his hands was Iruka's far-fetched idea of a joke; a well thought out, elaborately staged…joke. If it isn't, then I may have to drag him with me to my next psych evaluation. Having watched Iruka put so much time and effort into this thing, he felt it only right to play along. Besides, he was curious to see how far and in what direction this absurd stunt would go.
When he scanned the concisely worded rows of text the second time, his opinion moderately wavered. I have to give him some credit. The web of deception he's used to grab me by the short and curlies is pretty ingenious…for a chunnin.
This time however, when he felt the prickle of uncertainty poking around, he paid attention to it. Even though the information in the scroll was mildly provocative, he couldn't help thinking he'd seen this format before. Wait a minute, this thing reads like a mission assignment!
Indeed, there was a clearly defined objective, a deployment date as well as a sliding scale of remuneration for completing particular aspects of the job. Conspicuous by its absence however, was the mission's projected termination date.
Hell, even the greenest genin understood that whenever a scroll passed from the hands of a duly authorized central dispatch worker, it was as if the Hokage issued a direct order. Refusal of a mission simply because the shinobi did not agree with it, was not only a supreme insult to the leader of their village, it heaped shame on the one who refused. Iruka wouldn't use my sense of duty against me for something like this, would he? What a conniving bastard! He knew damn well what my reaction would be if he presented it this way.
Suspicion overruled curiosity after the third careful reading. Whatever feelings of want or need he had for Iruka eroded away as resentment slithered up from his gut, solidifying itself into O-yoroi around him.
Hatake Kakashi knuckles under for no one.
-000-
Smiling into his favorite mug, Iruka carefully assessed and catalogued every movement of Kakashi's eye as it scanned the words he'd penned; outfoxing Hatake Kakashi was a feat few accomplished handily, and Iruka was smart enough to understand this triumph was fleeting. Each time the scroll systematically looped over his left hand, Iruka could hear the gears grinding in Kakashi's mind. There were flashes of puzzlement, a lusty chuckle or two, but mostly wide-eyed shock.
Through it all, the erratic ebb and flow of chakra beside him telegraphed Kakashi's growing unease and more telling, his dangerous indecisiveness. Realizing Kakashi would rail against anything perceived as a threat to his personal liberty, Iruka prepared himself for the eventual explosion of rage he felt building inside the man sitting beside him.
He's either going to laugh in my face or crush my windpipe beneath his foot with equally sadistic glee.
A shifty glance preceded the low, unassuming rumble of laughter, "You've got more salt than a box of soda crackers Iruka." The unfurled scroll trembled as his gloved hands tentatively held it, "You even managed to spell everything out for me as if I were some kind of idiot. That was damned insulting by the way."
When the scroll was suddenly dropped on the table, Iruka knew he had scant seconds to act decisively or he'd be staring at an empty chair. Unfortunately, there wasn't time to filter his words politely. "Adults talk through difficult situations," he said. "Children storm off in a huff when they can't get their way."
An antagonistic grunt and a malicious glower were the only things Iruka could see through the aura of hostility surrounding Kakashi.
Behind that icy facade, Kakashi was engaged in an intense battle with raw desire. The desire to break free from the haunting power of carefully written and spoken words warred against the desire to remain, to see things to their logical and not too bloody culmination.
Slowly rising from his seat, Kakashi traversed the cool linoleum floor like a caged panther…sleek and deadly. Sarcasm dripped from his voice, as lazily as stolen honey from a wrathful hive disturbed by a hungry bear's claw. "Umino Iruka," he dryly intoned, "a trifling, proficient bureaucrat down to your marrow." Locking his hands together behind him, he continued an aimless trek around the kitchen. "Shall I sign this fiat now," he sniped, "or should we wait for the notary and two witnesses required by law?"
His own irritation barely concealed, Iruka snapped, "You're making this more complicated than necessary Kakashi. I meant our conversation this morning to be a harmless teaser, something to titillate your mind while we were apart today. Had I but known you were incapable of seeing through something this transparent, I would have…"
Kakashi closed the distance between them in less than a heartbeat, slapping the mug from Iruka's hand. Slightly stunned, Iruka refused to react when it loudly splintered into an avalanche of blue green shards against the cupboard's whitewashed surface. When his chair crazily spun away from the table with controlled force, Iruka squarely faced the surly man with a scowl of his own.
With his palms resting on the chair's high back, and powerful arms acting like a barrier on either side of his shoulders, Kakashi leaned in close enough to kiss. "Let's be clear about one thing, Iruka. I thoroughly enjoyed it when you jerked me off, but I sure as hell won't tolerate being jerked around by the likes of you."
His infamous temper simmered, but unshakable common sense prevailed. If this situation disintegrates into a physical altercation, I don't stand a chance against him. Nevertheless, with his thoughts clouded by rage, the only weapon I'll need is a sharp tongue armed with the truth.
"Cut the crap, Kakashi! You've finally come up against someone who won't give you any loopholes to exploit and it galls the hell out of you, doesn't it? Silly me, here I thought you might enjoy a challenge, but I guess I was mistaken-"
"Yeah," was Kakashi's menacingly whispered reply, "I do enjoy a challenge, in fact I get off on that sort of thing." Hot breath spiked with jasmine tea ruffled his Iruka's eyelashes when he added, "I don't take kindly to crass manipulation."
When his fingers tightened on the chair's frame, Iruka's voice clenched around his next words, "Neither do I." Intimidation tactics like these only strengthened his determination. "There's no need for me to manipulate you, because you're doing an outstanding job of it all by yourself."
Considering how slowly the silvery eyebrow raised, Iruka figured he had a few minutes more left to breathe; he refused to waste them. "So, is this your modus operandi? You talk yourself into an unsustainable situation, so you can walk away from it, all the while justifying your inaction as righteous."
Warm fingertips brushed over Iruka's collarbone and slender fingers snaked around the back of his neck. "And you Iruka, is defying death something else that gets you off you twisted bastard?"
Discounting both the question and the pressure of Kakashi's thumb over his Adam's apple, Iruka's voice was clear and strong, "Since you're determined to leave anyway, let me give you this to chew as you slink away. Being around me makes you feel things and question motives, and desires you thought you'd pressed down and safely locked away. That's what pisses you off and it intrigues you too. Face it Kakashi, you're afraid."
A tremor shot through him like a lightning bolt and his murderous fury ceased before gaining momentum. Releasing his prey from confinement with a smirk and a shove, Kakashi snorted, "Afraid, of what…you? You think much too highly of yourself, Iruka." In the span of a blink, he sauntered off to the front of the apartment to flop down wearily on the couch.
Only a few paces behind the quietly fuming man, Iruka settled into the overstuffed chair facing the couch. "I told you I wanted to go over some ground rules with you, so I laid them out in a way you'd be less likely to dismiss." His forearms rested on his thighs; tired hands hung between them. "Look, if this thing is going to work between us, you'll have to trust me."
The lazy sprawl belied Kakashi's trip wire tense musculature, ready to pounce without further provocation. "Someday you'll have to teach me how to talk out both sides of my mouth as easily as you. Until then, blow it out your ass, Iruka. Do you seriously expect me to trust you after you've lied and set me up?"
"For Kami's sake, Kakashi," came the tired sigh, "How was I to know you'd overthink something so simple?"
Once more silence smothered the very air they breathed.
Cooling off would take a while for Kakashi. This guy is a taking a hacksaw to my last nerve, but I can't leave until I get this off my chest. "Based on what I read a few minutes ago, you come across as some kinda benevolent dictator, while I'm painted as your boot-licking lackey. You're absolutely right, Iruka, this isn't gonna work."
Allowing the soft material of the chair's cushion to envelop him, Iruka drew a heavy breath. "Fine, there's nothing holding you here Kakashi."
Slipping off the couch with enviable ease, his hands firmly jammed into his pockets as he meandered toward the exit. Chucking the crumpled sleep pants he'd carried around for days in Iruka's direction, he snapped, "I believe these belong to you." Had he looked at Iruka now, he wouldn't have been able to take another step. "It's been interesting. See ya around, Iruka-sensei."
Damn right, it had been interesting; the fight might be over, but the battle is about to begin. Iruka made no attempt to stop him. With a sidelong look toward the man sitting in his genkan, he strode off in the opposite direction.
-000-
Though it stood fifteen inches from him, the portal to freedom, the path of return to his normal life seemed miles away. A moment ago, anger's cloak swaddled him like a second skin; now it lay tattered and shriveled at his sandaled feet. How is this man able to simultaneously infuriate and inflame my thoughts, actions and desires?
The analytical side of Kakashi's brain screamed for him to cut his losses, to drop any regrets about Iruka like a bad habit. Pathetic grumblings from his emaciated emotions were batted away like annoying insects. Cold, hard reason had always been his faithful companion, never failing to point him in the right direction.
And so he rose, decision made.
A cool evening breeze ruffled his hair, and the heavy door rattled against its frame as it slammed shut. He knew he'd made the right choice.
-000-
As Iruka stooped down to sweep away the sad bits of his favorite mug, he heard the front door slam with an air of finality. Seems fitting; he walked into and now out of my life with thinly veiled threats and a great deal of noise.
Over the clatter of porcelain sliding into the garbage bin Iruka wondered, how long will it take me to banish that particular bad habit of his?
Cleanup was always quicker when his mind was otherwise engaged and order was soon restored to his kitchen. Once I take care of this mess, I think I'll call it a night. As the corners of his dry sponge sopped up the dribbles of tea on the table's surface, a lanky shadow cast itself over the place where the scroll rested earlier. Leaning against the doorframe was Kakashi, looking defiant as ever as he blocked the kitchen's only exit. His drawl was complacent when he lobbed one source of his frustration toward the other one. "I've never walked away from a mission in my life, Iruka. I'll be damned if I walk away from this one."
Iruka allowed the rolled parchment to zip past him as he coolly crossed his arms over his chest. "A relationship isn't a mission Kakashi." Turning away from the vexatious man, he sidestepped the damnable parchment on his way to the sink.
In the uncomfortably hushed atmosphere, the scroll lay there like an undetonated paper bomb. To Kakashi, it represented a forfeiture of the persona he'd painstakingly cultivated long before his run-in with Iruka. To Iruka, it was a symbol of order, a code of conduct to uphold, and a statement of his unswerving commitment.
Resting his hands on the cool aluminum sink, Iruka offered, "Perhaps this was too much, too soon Kakashi; I apologize. I won't waste any more time pursuing something that inflicts such turmoil. Either way we leave it tonight, I won't hold a grudge, nor will I conduct myself toward you in a manner you might view as disrespectful."
He didn't know what to expect with Kakashi's return. He did know that he wasn't up for another go round of bickering. "The choice is yours," he said. "You can do an about face and leave with no hard feelings or you can take a seat and we can discuss this like adults." The hot water rushing over his hands, called to mind Kakashi's earlier heated accusation, "Just so there's no misunderstanding, this isn't manipulation, it's called, arbitration."
He felt Kakashi's presence draw near and then retreat as he busied himself with setting a kettle on to boil. It could have been the squeak of the cupboard opening as he searched for a fresh tin of tea, but it wasn't. That was the sound of chair legs sliding over linoleum.
The calming aromas of spearmint, lemongrass, and chamomile permeated the kitchen, easing the tension in the room as they prepared to negotiate. "I trust you've already retrieved the scroll Kakashi. If you'd kindly spread it out, we can begin." Setting a heavy tray filled with mugs, a teapot and some sweets in the center of the table, Iruka asked, "Since I've already done enough talking for the both of us, mind telling me why you came back?"
His head lowered, and his hands clasped before reluctant lips, Kakashi murmured, "I never left the apartment. Slamming the front door was my way of getting rid of some surplus exasperation." When he reached up to run a hand through his hair, Iruka heard him quietly confess, "I came back because I enjoy my reputation as an enigma. Having some smart-ass chunnin come close to figuring me was troublesome." Settling into his seat he added, "Pride won't allow me to have you walking around the village looking smug, so I'm gonna stick close by; make sure you don't inadvertently divulge any of my secrets."
Iruka studied him carefully, as one would any beautiful, yet injured wild animal. He knew this was as near as Kakashi dared come to a formal apology. "I wish I could take all the credit for figuring you out, but I can't. I work with hotheaded youngsters armed with blunted weapons every day, and whiny homicidal jounin with sharp weapons every night; I know a temper tantrum when one's thrown at me."
The awkward joke coaxed a chuckle from Kakashi.
"If it's any consolation though, you're the only student I wouldn't mind waking up to every morning."
"Have we come to the part where you severely scold me for my transgressions?"
Iruka shook his head, "I'm afraid that time has passed, and while I'm sorely tempted to take you over my knee for a good paddling, I won't. One of the unfortunate drawbacks of being a 'benevolent dictator' is making sure my subjects are aware of the rules before I take corrective measures. Speaking of which, are you ready to go over this now?"
Pleased that his unfailing charisma had erased any vestiges of anger or retaliatory actions Iruka might be harboring, a sly grin nominally stretched the fabric of his mask. "Ah, but I thought you wanted to get to the toy store before it closed; we can't have your little nose miners deprived of their entertainment can we?"
"Not to worry, the toy store I have in mind keeps late hours." Directing Kakashi's attention to an area near the top of the scroll he said, "I'm sure you noticed the security measure I incorporated into the scroll. It's a seal designed to accept only two chakra signatures; yours and mine. Should anyone else open this, they'll see nothing more than a blank parchment; that way, both our secrets safe."
"For a chunnin, you seem to know quite a few high-level jutsu. Why is that, Iruka?"
Don't sound so suspicious. You know damn well this is a routine security measure used for mission above C-rank. It's also an excellent way to keep curious little ninja from getting their hands on testing materials in advance."
"Seems like overkill for your students, but I guess it is practical."
Iruka clapped his hands together, "All right, let's get back to the matter at hand. I need you to understand that this arrangement addresses a small part of our relationship. We're clear on that, right?"
Kakashi acknowledged his understanding without saying a word.
"Good, the most important thing I want you to take away from this is that I value honesty above all else. I might stretch the truth about surprises I have in store for you, but I won't intentionally lie about things that are important. All I ask from you is the same type of respect. I don't care how ugly the truth is or how painful it might be to hear, don't ever lie to me."
"I can't promise that. There will be missions I have to take that require me to do things I can't tell you about, and-- "
"Kakashi, I'd never ask you to reveal classified information; that wasn't what I meant. I'm talking about those times when you have to use sexual favors to gain information or get close enough to a target for assassination. Those are the things I need to hear directly from you, not pick up from random mission room scuttlebutt."
"Fair enough, but if you want honesty, I warn you Iruka, I can be a real prick at times, brutally honest and all that. I won't sugarcoat my opinions just to spare your feelings. If you can deal with that, then we shouldn't have a problem."
"Deal," he said with a smile. "Moving on, my home is a place of refuge for me after a long day, and I'd like it to be a sanctuary for you as well. You'll always welcome to stay here. But I'd particularly like it if you came here after missions. I'll help you unwind, patch up your minor injuries, and show you how glad I am to have you back home safely."
"I'd like that, especially the part where you sex me up; that is what you meant, right?"
Iruka dropped his head with a sigh, "Yes, Kakashi, that's part of what I meant." Merciful Kami, the man has a one-track mind.
Both men nodded, and Iruka chuckled, "Believe it or not, we just covered the first item on the list, and nobody got hurt. If we're in agreement, I just need your chakra infused thumbprint on the scroll, and we can move on to the …"
Kakashi's eyebrows wagged suggestively, "The kinky parts?"
"Yes," he sighed, "the kinky parts."
Gulping down his lukewarm tea, Iruka's words skated past him, for he'd stopped actively listening. Very soon, Iruka would describe, hopefully in excruciatingly graphic detail, his thoughts and plans for the 'interesting' part of their relationship. Goosebumps had the audaciousness to break out along his arms, and his stomach tensed in anticipation. It was as if he'd won backstage tickets to a live audio recording from one of the Icha Icha novels, only a thousand times better.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Iruka continued, "I'm flexible about some things, but those items marked with an asterisk are not subject to further discussion or modification. Did you have any more questions before we dive into this?"
Of course, he had questions. How did I get myself into this predicament? Why didn't I leave when I had the chance? I'm about to affix my chakra signature to a piece of paper that literally puts my ass on the line…how did that happen? Why is he looking at me like that?
"Kakashi…are you okay?"
Folding his hands on the table, Kakashi closed his eye and breathed out, "If what you said about bringing desires and motives to light is true, then no, I'm not okay. Don't get me wrong Iruka; I've never had a problem pursuing new methods of sexual gratification. However, I'm starting to question the bounds of my reputed perversity and sanity. I never got off on pain before, and to suddenly realize it works for me on some level… that kinda freaks me out."
Iruka laid his hand on Kakashi's forearm, "It's not about pain, it's about control. When I spanked you before, you relinquished control, which is something you'd never do in your everyday life. You're not crazy, you just discovered another kink you didn't realize you had, that's all."
"Maa…that's the part that bothers me, although not as much as how you might exploit these new revelations…"
"Why don't we call it 'exploring new avenues of pleasure'?"
Kakashi leaned forward whispering conspiratorially, "Well, Iruka-I'm listening…"
TBC…
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