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Complicated things	By : Akaatje Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1082 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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His mind is brilliant, really. Kakashi almost skips when he continues his route towards his place. They will look after him when he is injured. When he returns injured from a mission. The only thing he has to do, is to not get injured. The thought crossed his mind just as he exited the Hokage tower, and now he almost skips back home.
A hand grabbing his good arm stops him and makes him freeze in his step. He turns towards the person holding him. Iruka.
The teacher smiles at him. “You seem in a better mood now,” he says. There is a twinkle in his eye, like he knows something that Kakashi doesn’t. There are probably a lot of things the teacher know and that Kakashi has no idea of. But, well…
Kakashi shrugs and tugs at his arm.
Iruka shakes his head. “You are injured. Ibiki has a bit of work to do, but I will come along with you to make sure everything is still in order.” And he walks. Tugging Kakashi along.
“Where?” Kakashi asks.
“Your place,” Iruka answers.
“What?” Kakashi stares at the hand holding his own hand. “Why? How?” He shakes his head. His dizzy feeling, warm cheeked head.
“The Hokage gave us information, after you ran out of the office. And Ibiki told us about your arm. That is why I took this one.” Iruka smiles. “You are not getting away from this. I have my ways of retaining children.” His smile somehow turns evil.
Kakashi slumps his shoulders down and moves along Iruka. He doesn’t reply. Instead, he concentrates on the warmth of his hand, being held by Iruka’s. It’s nice.
They arrive at his place in silence. Kakashi opens the door and walks inside, undoing a couple of traps, gesturing Iruka to come inside, before walking towards his kitchen. “Want something to drink?” he asks.
His own question brings him back to that night, at Ibiki’s place. How he ran away from that, after Ibiki asked him the same question. How he longs for that time. Because, now, well Iruka is in his apartment and who knows…
“No, you are not getting away from this. Sit down and undress. I’ll grab some net bandages. Where do you put them?”
Kakashi sighs, sits down and points at a cupboard.
Iruka smiles, pats him on his unruly hair and grabs the supplies. “Come on, undress. There is no need to be shy.” Iruka chuckles.
Kakashi closes his eyes and undresses his torso. He is not shy, he tells himself. He is just, wary? He is just, afraid what would happen? What can happen? What if his body betrays him? What if he because aroused, simply because the teacher is near? Because, if he is honest, and he would never say this out loud, but that is the reason why he didn’t stay for a drink at Ibiki’s. Because the man was so gently, so big, so warm, so strong and…
Iruka unwraps the bandages, cleans the wound and wraps it in new bandages. With concentration written in his face, in the form of a frown and a tongue sticking out. He is gentle, smaller that Kakashi, but somehow so safe and warm.
Kakashi closes his eyes and battles with the images in his mind. How would it be if the teacher would hold him? In a soft yet tight grip. Perhaps the teacher would be sitting down, on his couch, and holding him in his arms. With one hand caressing his head, his hair! Stoking his cheek even. Smiling down at him. And, what about Ibiki. Perhaps the man would just return home from work, tired, grumpy even? And then he would see the two of them and smile, that soft warm smile. He would join them at the couch. Grab Kakashi’s legs and massaging his muscles.
Kakashi moans at that thought. It’s simple. It’s non sexual. It’s lovely. It’s something he wants.
“Kakashi?”
He snaps back to reality. To Iruka’s face right in front of his own. Noses almost touching. Almost. Not yet. And if he would move further, lean in just some more, than they could be kissing. Soft kisses, warm kisses, spreading warmth all around him and making him dizzy and giddy and…
Kakashi clears his throat. “You’re very gentle,” he says. His cheeks are hot. His neck is hot. His whole body is.
Iruka raises an eyebrow. “That makes you moan?” He chuckles. “If that makes you moan, you’ve got to tell me what makes you come.”
Kakashi widens his eyes and moves back. “What?” he asks. His heart almost beats out of his chest.
Iruka laughs. “If being gentle makes you moans like that, I am curious to see what makes you come. I mean, we all think of you like a pervert, but this makes me think that perhaps you are very soft.” He winks and turns around, putting the bandages and stuff away.
Kakashi presses his lips together, wondering why this is the topic of conversation right now.
“I mean, many see you and think of you like a player. A man who gets every person he wants, by just thrusting his hips in a certain angle.” Iruka laughs a bit more. “But the soft gentle moan I just heard, that is different.” He shrugs, widens his eyes and is in front of Kakashi within seconds. “Or did I hurt you?” He places a hand on Kakashi’s shoulder, softly, with great care.
“Your mind went from sex and coming, to hurting?” Kakashi asks. He swallows as he stares at Iruka’s hand to close to his cheek. He is somehow grateful from the change of direction on topics, but now Iruka’s hand is so close again.
“Well, I don’t know. You are the Copy nin, you are strong, you are fast and smart and I don’t know. I can’t compare to that. It is kind of intimidating. You. I mean, you being you. And them me being me.” Iruka points at Kakashi and then at himself and then he shakes his head. “And to have responsibility over your health. It makes me a tad nervous.” He sighs. “I am glad that Ibiki was paired together with me, that way at least one of us knows what we are doing.”
Kakashi frowns at that. “Surely, with all of those kids running around, you know a thing or two about healing injuries?” he asks.
Iruka laughs. “True, but, remember, we are talking about you. You probably get injured in ways I can not imagine.” He ponders for a moment. “It’s kind of silly, of me, to think I would be able to injure you.” He shrugs, sighs and sits down in front of Kakashi.
Kakashi stares at him, at the teacher, the person he admires. “You would be able to hurt me,” he mutters. In ways no one would imagine.
Iruka whips his head up. He takes a moment to stare and then he nods. “If you are already injured. Yes, I would. Probably.”He laughs, with his eyes closed. “But not when you are fully body able. I would have to team up with Ibiki. And even then, I don’t think we would be fully able.”
Kakashi shakes his head. “You have your ways with traps. Ibiki knows some of my moves and is physically stronger than me.” He shrugs. “If you would really set your mind on it, I bet there would be a way for you to tie me up and-.” He stops himself, just not in time. He is already thinking about perverted ways to be tied up and other things.
Iruka’s face turns red. “And have our way with you,” he whispers. His neck turns red as well.
Kakashi widens his eyes. He doesn’t dare to move his gaze, afraid to look at Iruka, afraid to be ashamed or something else.
A knock on the door saves them.
“Probably Ibiki. Be right back.” Iruka is out of the kitchen before Kakashi manages to bring his thoughts in order. It takes just as much time for the teacher to return with Ibiki.
“Right, here he is. I swapped the bandage, cleaned the wound and I wrapped him up again.” Iruka points at Kakashi’s arm.
Ibiki nods. Serious expression on his face. He clears his throat. “I have to ask, what were you talking about earlier?” He looks from the teacher to Kakashi and back again. “I felt a spike in chakra. Was it because of your wounds?”
Kakashi bows his head, staring at his knees. Such a lovely thing to stare at. Truly. “We were talking about Iruka being able to injure me. I said something along the lines of his experience in traps and you physical advantage over me. And how you both could find a way to tie me up and stuff.” He shrugs.
Silence fills his kitchen. He curses himself. Look at the mess he got himself into. They already think he is a pervert. Now they can’t think of him normally. They want to avoid him, probably.
“Ah, well, tying you up would render a lot of jutsu’s of you useless, so that would be a good idea. Although, tying you up is probably something we ought to get used to. I mean, with us being paired with you and stuff.”
Kakashi’s blood rushes to his crotch area and he curses even louder at himself. In silence. But still. The words Ibiki spoke, don’t make him think about medical attention. No, the fill his mind with marriage, with love, with sex and a bed, and kinky stuff.
“I mean, you are known for resisting treatment, so tying you up would greatly help with that.” Ibiki chuckles.
Kakashi takes a moment to just breathe. He nods. And shrugs. And nods again. “Well, if it’s you, I would probably just comply,” he says. He dares to lift his gaze from his knees, onto Iruka and Ibiki. They both smile at him. Fond smiles, with warmth and such.
“Anyway, we are done for today, right?” he asks. The two men nod, and after some normal talk, waving goodbye and the closing of his front door, he is alone in his apartment again. Finally.
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