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If All Else Fails...	By : midori Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-If All Else Fails...
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Iruka has a confession to make. Talking to Jiraiya and getting drunk were supposed to make it easier.

DISCLAIMER: all these characters belong to kishimoto-sensei, NOT us. such a shame.

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If All Else Fails...

Iruka sighed heavily as he wandered into one of the more
popular bars in town. He figured he'd be likely to find one of the people he
was interested in speaking to...and it was the one he needed to see first,
anyway. He felt like an idiot, even contemplating asking what he was
planning...if he even saw the man that Naruto 'lovingly' referred to as the
ero-sennin. Well either way, at least he could get a drink. He greeted a few
acquaintances before making it to the bar and sitting down to order sake.

It was hard to mistake Jiraiya coming because he was often
heralded by the outraged screams of females and a hasty "oh shit!"
before the clatter of wooden sandals on the ground. "But girls! All I
wanted was to do some research!" could the heard a moment before the clunk
of kunai embedding itself into the wood resounded and that garishly dressed man
all but fell through the curtained entrance of the bar. It was almost as hard
to mistake who Jiraiya was as it was not hear him coming, considering the size
of the man and his�interesting choice of clothing.

A heavily disappointed sigh as the man found himself safe
from flying weapons and he moved over to the bar with a sour expression on his
face. "Coulda sworn they weren't kunoichi...tch.." Yes. He was
pouting, the great Frog Hermit Jiraiya, fabled student of the Sandaime himself
and the infamous third member of the Sannin, was pouting like a boy who was
denied his favorite treat.

Iruka watched a bit warily as Jiraiya made his...grand
entrance. Or perhaps 'disturbed' would be a better word. He bit his lip as the
older man sat near him, but was momentarily distracted by the bartender
bringing his drink. He thanked the man behind the bar and took a sip of sake as
he pondered how...or *whether*...to start a conversation with Jiraiya.

Jiraiya continued to pout and grumble under his breath as he
ordered his own sake. A battered notebook was pulled out and the priest
proceeded to quickly write out the 'results' of his latest research, though
judging from the occasional muttering of 'crazy woman' and 'shouldn't be
allowed sharp objects' to finally 'at least it wasn't HER' (this being
accompanied by a shudder) the sennin seemed content to do his research. After
the sake was served he quickly poured himself a cup and downed it before
starting on another one.

Eventually, he finally seemed to notice Iruka was staring at
him and he turned to the chuunin with a snort. "I tell you what, women are
crazy, yanno?" The faint flush of color to his cheeks said he'd probably
been drinking before this. This was the famous Sannin?

Iruka blinked a few times in surprise. "I ah..."
He thought about that. He didn't think women were TOO bad...but then again,
there were the likes of Anko, and the new Hokage. He decided to leave that
topic alone. "You...you're Jiraiya-sama, right? I hear Naruto will be
leaving the village to train with you soon." Sure, play it safe for now.
Naruto was a relatively safe topic...and this way he could get the author into
a conversation. Hopefully it could progress to other topics.

"Eh? The brat?" An owlish blink of those dark eyes
as Jiraiya processed Iruka's words. "Yeah they saddled me with him. I
swear I'm not going to get any work done with his prudish ass along. You'd
think he was raised by monks or something." A wolfish grin curled his lips
upwards then, creasing those bright crimson lines streaked down his cheeks as
he made his crack about monks. Of course, how was Jiraiya to know Iruka here
had practically raised Naruto and no doubt had some hand in his 'prudish'
manners?

"Let me guess�you want an autograph right?"
Jiraiya began to dig through his clothing then, looking around for something
obviously, though it wasn't a pen since he had one on hand already. "Ah
ha!" A garishly colored infamous book appeared and he presented Iruka with
another bright smile. "Who should I make it out to?"

Iruka narrowed his eyes at the obviously inebriated man.
"Ehh, no offense, but I've never actually read any of those books...though
I have a...friend who is a huge fan." He blinked as a thought hit him.
"Actually, could you..." But then he flushed and sputtered out. What
was he thinking?? How could he possibly give Kakashi a book like that?
And..."By the way, I hope you'll at least try to treat Naruto decently."
Perhaps it wasn't appropriate to talk to his elder this way, but when it came
to Naruto, Iruka truly did not care. "Even if you DO think he's a brat.
He�d surprise you. And...he's thirteen! What do you expect 13-year-olds to know
or care about..."

"What!? You've never read my books!?" This was
obviously the most scandalous thing Jiraiya had ever heard because he just
stared at Iruka with something akin to horror on that weatherworn visage.
"Anyone over the age of eighteen should read my books at least once.
Tsk�kids these days." The sennin shook his head sadly and drank another
cup of sake down mournfully.

Iruka's slightly testy question had a bushy brow rising,
however, and he peered at the younger man curiously from the corner of his eye.
"He's a loud, obnoxious brat, but he's not a quitter. If he survives the
training, I think he will surprise everyone here by becoming Hokage. He might
sell the village for a bowl of ramen, but that's beside the point."
Jiraiya, much like Kakashi it would seem, couldn't remain serious for too long.
When they got serious, that was when you needed to worry, it would appear.

"I know you from somewhere. You weren't in the
bathhouse last night were you?" A narrow-eyed look and then it stuck.
"Oh! You're Naruto's old teacher right? The loud one who always yells,
right�.hrmmn�Izumo right�?"

Iruka's ever-shifting moods were having a hard time keeping
up with Jiraiya. He was pleased and proud to hear someone as highly regarded as
Jiraiya proclaim that Naruto could be Hokage...and he admittedly laughed at the
comment on the ramen trade agreement. "The...bathhouse?" He surely
did NOT want to know.

"Eh heh�.never mind that." The fact that the old
pervert tried to laugh it off so quickly only further proved that Iruka
probably didn't want to know what that was about.

But to be called loud...by THIS man? Who had stumbled in
after probably sexually harassing some poor young girls? Oh, this was not going
as he'd hoped. "Iruka."

Another quick swallow of his sake and those bright cheeks
grew pinker and more flushed as the sake took effect. "Ah
yes�Iruka-kun�." He grinned mysteriously and leaned his elbows against the
bar top as his fingers knitted together in front of him. "So you're the
infamous Iruka-sensei, eh? I swear the brat doesn't stop talking about you.
It's either about you, or bitching about Kakashi always being late. And of
course about how he's going to kick Sasuke's ass." This had a bitterly
amused smile briefly curling the sennin's lips before he narrowed his gaze on
the hapless Iruka. "Are you the one I can thank for making that brat
obsessed with ramen?"

Iruka laughed a bit. "I swear, it wasn't me. I think it's actually the
reverse. He had me taking him for so much ramen that I had no real choice but
to eat it myself...and it's actually quite addictive. At least it's a
relatively cheap obsession that he has."

"Cheap? At the rate Naruto packs it away?! Ha! I don't
think so." His snort was soft and full of derisive irony though there was
a touch of affection beneath the bluster. Jiraiya was fond of Naruto though
he'd rather pull out his eyeteeth than admit it. Just like he'd rather let
Tsunade stomp all over his balls with those nice expensive heels of hers rather
than admit to liking 'the old hag'.

Iruka thought for a while about Jiraiya's mention of his
books...and the topic he'd fancied himself asking the wise (at least in these
matters) older man. What the hell WAS he thinking? "...Speaking of
obsessions. I believe I mentioned I have an acquaintance that reads your books religiously.
So what's so great about them?" he asked teasingly.

At Iruka's mention of his books, a devilish grin curled Jiraiya's mouth until
teeth were showing in an almost scary imitation of Gai's Shiny Smile O' Doom.
"Why don't you read it and find out, Iruka-kun?" Without even
bothering to ask, Jiraiya cracked out the Icha Icha Paradise once more and
opened the cover so he could scribble an autograph in it. "To my greatest
fan, Iruka-kun" It was signed with a heart and everything. Oh dear�who
knew what would happen if that book got out into the general public? "So
who's your enlightened and obviously tasteful friend?"

Iruka watched in dismay as Jiraiya signed the gaudy book.
[Oh bloody hell] Inner Iruka sighed. But then the teacher laughed a bit.
"Kakashi. I get to hear all about it from Naruto. Apparently he ends up
with quite a lot of 'perverted sensei' as he says." He blushed a bit,
talking about Kakashi. How stupid, since he thought his dark complexion
shouldn't have allowed for obvious blushing. It must be a talent.

"Ah yes�a truly enlightened soul indeed." Jiraiya
laughed heartily and held the book out to Iruka, those dark eyes gleaming with
mischievous laughter. "Now that is a man of quality. I'm sure he'd be
willing to let you borrow some of his books for you to read. But you have to
promise to buy your own copies. A man can't live without his Icha Icha Paradise
after all." More like a man couldn't live without his porn, but that went
without saying.

"As for the brat, wouldn't that mean you'd have to be a
pervert as well, Iruka-kun?" He seemed to take far too much delight in
teasing Iruka and that wolfish smile was back again. "Are you like Ebisu
and a closet pervert then? That would explain why you're so embarrassed to
accept my book in public." The Sannin leaned forward then to whisper
conspiratorially in Iruka's ear, the hint of sake on his breath unmistakable.
"You know we deliver discreetly to your door right?" Meaning it would
appear in the infamous plain brown paper packaging that all but screamed 'Look
at me! I'm porn!'

Iruka couldn't help but blush more. "I am not a closet
pervert!" he hissed. "I am not including myself in that group, thank
you. I'm not interested in just...just leering at people or making sick
comments to them. I'd rather TALK to someone I'm interested in, get to know
them. It's just kind of challenging when..." When said person
is...well...a pervert.

The chuunin's hot refusal had amusement gleaming in the old
pervert's eyes and he just nodded in a mockingly amused manner as Iruka went on
about how he'd rather talk to the person he liked. "You don't get laid
much do you?" That blunt and rather rude question arose as Jiraiya
finished off his bottle and gestured to the tender to get him another one.

"No, you probably do get your cheeks pinched a lot and
you're known as the harmless one, right? Hmmn�the harmless one who's secretly a
closet pervert. That's great!" Seemingly excited by his latest character
idea, Jiraiya cackled to himself and pulled out his trusty notepad so he could
start scribbling his notes down.

"Hmmn...should I make him a nymphomaniac too? Hmmmn
couldn't hurt� what do you think, Iruka-kun?" Considering the now closet
pervert who used his 'cute and harmless' routine to mask the fact that he was a
nympho had just been based upon him�didn't that count as a backhanded
compliment to be asked his opinion on the character?

Iruka's mouth dropped open a bit as he gaped at the older
man. "Wh-...what...WHAT? What in the hell are you DOING?" He yelped.
"What are you writing? What the hell are you talking about?"
Flustered, he gulped down the rest of his sake but was too horrified to think
of ordering more at the moment.

A confused and oddly innocent look of bafflement was shot
towards the chuunin. "I'm writing down my ideas of course. A writer is
nothing without his research after all." His tone of voice left an unsaid
'Duh' hanging in the air as the white-haired Frog Priest snorted softly and
grinned widely once his sake was refilled. "Thanks old man. Hmnn�so maybe
he should just be kinky. That would fit." Did the man make a habit of
musing the plot-ideas for his perverted trash out-loud or something!?

"Bondage? Nah�too overdone. Ohhh cross-dressing."
A soft cackle as he glanced to Iruka. "Huh�you're kind of girly-looking.
What color dress should he wear? Something bold and passionate like red, or
maybe something subtle and seductive like blue�hmmn�"

Iruka was back to gaping. "WHAT the hell are you basing
this on? Is this supposed to be ME? You're just...you're just making shit
up!" Hmm, that perhaps didn't come out well. "THIS is the kind of
stuff you write? Ch. I can't believe Kakashi likes that sort of thing. How is
any NORMAL person supposed to compete with this absurd stuff?"

At Iruka's outraged reaction, Jiraiya just started laughing
uproariously and almost fell off his stool as he did so. His hand smacked
loudly on the countertop and the wood shook beneath the surprising force of
those large and blunt-fingered hands. Tears were practically filling Jiraiya's eyes
as he laughed at Iruka's reactions to his teasing. "I was kidding! Kidding
I promise. Heheh�I would never make him a cross-dresser." Sad thing was,
he was serious. "You're way too cute to tease, Iruka-kun. I can see why
the brat likes picking on you�.he's about as emotionally mature as a
third-grader but at least his heart's in the right place. And he has wonderful
taste if I do say so myself." Wait�who was he talking about?

Iruka rolled his eyes at the Sannin�s outburst and huffed a
bit as he ordered himself more sake. He blinked in confusion as Jiraiya went on
about...a brat picking on him? He received his drink and downed a cup quickly,
then refilled it and set it down. "...Not a cross-dresser, but still in
the story? Hn. But...are you talking about...Naruto?" He wouldn't say
Naruto picked on anyone...except maybe Sasuke...

"Of course in the story. You don't come across gold
like this everyday, you know." Another snort of indulgent disgust as
Jiraiya shook that spiky head slowly. This one wasn't as quick on his feet as
he'd heard, obviously. "I'm talking about Kakashi of course. Naruto has no
taste. Look at his clothes." Talk about the pot calling the kettle black
there. "And he's obviously too prudish to enjoy the quality of my books
either, which means he really has no taste. Hopefully he'll realize the error
of his ways when his balls drop and he discovers girls." A perverted
little grin of anticipation reflected on Jiraiya's face when he imagined the
fun he and a hormone-crazed teenager could have at a hot spring.

Iruka blinked sloowwwly. He deliberately tuned out any
mention of prudish Naruto...it would not do him well to have to listen to this
man plotting the poor boy's descent into perversion. It was bad enough that he
was accusing Iruka of being a pervert. "I still don't know where this
character idea came from, since it is OBVIOUSLY not me at all..." He
flushed brightly at this. Then...thought about what Jiraiya had previously said
about Kakashi...and only blushed more. This was ridiculous. "So...wait a
minute. What...what are you saying about Kakashi? He's got good taste in...his
victims?" Confused, Iruka finished off his second bottle of sake quickly.
Because that would surely make things less confusing.

And sadly enough, the more inebriated Iruka got, the more
Jiraiya's logic would make sense. Funny how that worked. "Who said he was
going to be based on you, hmmn?" An innocent grin as he drank another cup,
his second bottle of sake nearly halfway drunk by now. "Did you want him
to be based on you? I think he'd look cute with a scar like yours. Yeah�and the
dark hair will have to stay. I dunno about the eyes though...hmm�." The
sennin trailed off into his creative world for a long moment before blinking
back into reality thanks to Iruka's words. "Huh? His victims? I wouldn't
call them that." Jiraiya leaned over once more to gift Iruka with another
'secret' it would seem. "Let me tell you this, he's actually quite
handsome under the mask. I based my best character off of him actually. He's
without a doubt the most popular in the 'Violence series."

Iruka was...utterly confused. Officially. "Naaa...did
Kakashi say something to you about me?" He thought for a few moments, then
his eyes went a bit wide. "And how do you know what he looks like?? And...you
don't seem to base your characters very *closely* on the person who inspires
them. Or at least...the person who happens to be there when the character is
created." Surely he wasn�t drunk already...he just wasn�t making much
sense because he was trying to keep up with Jiraiya's nonsense.

�About you? Well now I don't think
you've been brought up but from how Naruto's described things�" A light
shrug then as he considered his sake for a long moment. "I'll be sure to
ask him next time I see him however. You seem like a nice, relatively sane
person. Kakashi needs some more sane friends. He's been hanging out with the
likes of Gai for far too long. And of course I know what his face looks like,
I've seen it after all." Another silent 'Duh' hung unspoken in the air as
the Frog Hermit poured himself another class of sake. "And I'll have you
know I put a lot of thought and passion into my characters. But if you really
want to be in the story that much, I'll make him blush a lot like you. It'll go
well with the whole 'I'm so cute and harmless' act of his."

Iruka sighed and closed his eyes. So...bizarre. This whole
conversation was bizarre. He found himself feeling a bit jealous that Jiraiya
had seen Kakashi's face...and wondered in what context that might've happened.
Not a happy thought. "What are you planning to DO with this poor guy in
your book? Aside from putting him in a damn dress?" He thought for a few
moments...wheels slooowwwly turning. "...Naruto...what 'things' did he
describe? I don't get it."

"Well for one thing I'm not going to make him
gay." The white-haired man smirked softly and tilted his head slightly so
he could peer at Iruka from beneath that thick fall of wild white hair.
"And man, you have it bad. Obviously you should have been reading my books
years ago. No wonder your dating technique sucks so much. Tch�." A
disgusted shake of his head told Iruka how little he thought of his approach on
dating and the second bottle of sake was finished only to be pushed aside so
his third could be served. "You should just tell him rather than asking an
old hound like me for tips. Of course I do like how this conversation has gone
so far. Maybe not a dress but a school-girl uniform would be kind of
cute."

Iruka was getting rather tired of gawking like a fish out of
water. "Wh-what? Why...what makes you think I'd expect him to be gay?!
And...I'm not asking for tips on anything! I don't know what you think you
know..." Denial. Denial is good. "...but anyway, I don't think
anything that would work in your books would actually work in real life."

"I wasn't planning on making him gay. I thought we were
talking about you now." Now it was Jiraiya's turn to look confused and he
blinked slowly as those bushy brows knit together over dark and confused eyes.
"We're not talking about you and Kakashi? Huh�." A small shrug then
as he poured himself another cup, those large hands holding that tiny and
delicate sake cup carefully. "Hmph�shows how much you know about real life
obviously, Iruka-kun. Of course, you also seem to be a bit oblivious to the
fact that you're gayer than the day is long so I guess that can be
forgiven�."

It was obviously a bad time for Iruka to take a sip of sake
because he just ended up spitting it out. "Okay, explain to me how you
know all about my...preferences. And do tell me about me and Kakashi, because I
can't decipher what you're trying to say about THAT. What amazing dating
techniques am I ignorant of?"

"Because you just told me." A cheery smile then as
he drank the sake down and winked playfully over at Iruka. "Besides, no
straight man is going to be interested in 'talking' beyond the first date.
Lucky for you, I think Kakashi might swing your way so you might have a chance.
Don't hold me to this since it's unsubstantiated, but I'm pretty sure I've seen
him checking out your ass when you walk by."

The legendary sennin grinned impishly once more and poured
himself another glass. He was well on his way to getting plastered, even by his
standards. She'd probably kick his ass in the morning but it had been a while
since he'd raised hell in Konoha. At least a week. He needed to put more grey
hairs in Tsunade's hair anyway. "And if you like someone, Iruka-kun. You
don't screw around. Go right up to them, tell them you think they're hot and proceed
with the happy lovemaking."

Iruka blushed furiously at the concept of Kakashi checking
him out. "Right, just go up to him and say..." He chugged down a cup
of sake and wiped his mouth carelessly. "Just go say, 'oi, I'd love to
know what's under the mask, not to mention those horribly baggy clothes. Where
would you like to have sex?'" He snorted. "It can't possibly be that
simple. What if he's not interested...and I end up looking like a psycho?"

"See now my favorite one was 'Nice shoes, wanna fuck?'
Heheh I actually managed to score with that one a couple of times�err...I mean
I was able to gather some excellent research materials that way." Jiraiya
laughed quietly to himself, a far-off look in his eyes as he remembered that
good time. "And why can't it be that simple? You're a man, right? And a
ninja to boot, so you know the value of living life to its fullest extent.
Kakashi knows it too, so if you lust after him and he lusts after you, what's
to stop you from getting it on aside from those charming blushes of yours,
hmmn? You mean to tell me that if he walked up right now and said he wanted to
shag you'd turn him down?" His words were challenging now and the sharp
gleam of mischief had turned almost wolfish in it's sharp predatory manner.

Iruka covered his face with his hands. "He would never
do that." He honestly had to think about that one. *Would* he turn Kakashi
down? Out of sheer embarrassment and nervousness? "Well maybe I want more
than just screwing around. Which is completely ridiculous, considering I barely
know the guy. There's not even a decent basis for lust, really. I don't know
what I'm thinking. Ugh, this is crazy," he muttered, finally sitting up
again, only to swallow down more sake. "You really think that sort of
thing would work on him?"

"Tch�not enough basis for lust? See that woman over
there. She's hot. I'd love to research her in a heartbeat and I don't even know
who she is. Too bad she's with someone. It's always my luck." Another pout
as the clearly insane Sannin swallowed another cup and heaved a heavy sigh as
the alcohol really started to take affect. "And I think you should be
honest with him. If he's not interested, I can guarantee Kakashi is about the
only one in the village who won't go blabbing about it to others, so your
chance of embarrassed rejection is minimal at best. And I don't think he'll
complain too much. Then again I don't think he's been laid in a while. Heheh
hopefully not as long as you, however, because that would get kind of messy.
And would be a disappointingly short shag."

Iruka growled under his breath at Jiraiya's assessment.
"What would you know about my love life? Hn, anyway, do you suggest I go
find him tonight?" he asked a bit sarcastically. "Come on, give me a
good Icha Icha worthy line. Won't work otherwise."

"If all else fails, shag him." A triumphant smirk
then as the older man eyed the chuunin with something akin to unholy amusement
on his face. Kids these days, they were so cute. "And sure why not? I
imagine you've got enough liquid courage in your system that you'd be able to
tell him without blushing too much and stumbling over your words. Then again,
he might like that. Dunno�."

Iruka nodded
vaguely. "Yeah, yeah, he always reads your books, maybe you're
right..." He left money for his drinks on the counter and stood up a bit
unsteadily. "Okay...I'll figure something out." He patted Jiraiya's
shoulder...and then leaned down a bit to awkwardly hug the older man.
"Heh, thanks. Ne but I think in your book...you should put my character
together with Kakashi's character." With that he headed for the door,
planning to go by Kakashi's house.

That had the slightly drunk Sannin blinking in cute
surprise. He wasn't used to people just up and hugging him however and he just
watched Iruka's retreating back with a raised brow before pursing his lips.
"Hmmn....wants them together eh? Well if I made them a girl�" A happy
little cackle then as he pondered the idea of a seemingly sweet and innocent
nympho schoolteacher. Oh yes...life was good for Jiraiya.

Lucky for Iruka, he didn't yet know the transgendered fate
Jiraiya had in store for 'his' character. Feeling nice and loose, he made his
way down the street. Maybe Jiraiya was right. After all, most men weren't going
to turn down free sex. Granted, if the offer was being made by another man,
that might not go over as well as it might with a half-naked, busty woman.
Well, Jiraiya hadn't seemed put off by his sort-of-admitted attraction to
Kakashi, and made it sound like Kakashi wouldn't be put off either. He laughed
a bit at himself for being attracted to someone when he technically had no clue
what the man looked like. Maybe it was the voice. Maybe it was pheromones.
Maybe it was the challenge presented by someone who pissed him off...thrill of
the chase. Or maybe Iruka was just drunk.

Now why would he bother looking for the object of his
attraction when the man was kind and gracious enough to stroll right on by him?
Kakashi, it would appear, was just coming back from doing a bit of grocery
shopping if the bags in his arms were of any indication. The jounin walked
quickly and neatly down the street, avoiding the hustle and bustle of the
various villagers with an ease that was almost poetry to watch. The man
possessed a lethal sort of grace and one would think he was dodging kunai
rather than attempting to not even brush the trailing skirt of one woman or the
grabby hands of a child.

Until Iruka, Kakashi wasn't waved to or greeted by parents
and friends and the man moved with the ease of a phantom through the village.
It would appear the reputation of the mysterious Sharingan Kakashi preceded him
even here. Now how was Iruka supposed to approach a man who for all intents and
purposes seemed to be completely unapproachable?

Though really, none of that mattered at the moment...because
Iruka was on a self-imposed mission. He smiled to himself as he noticed Kakashi
walking by...fate would be kind tonight, perhaps. "Ne, Kakashi-san!"
he called out, speeding up a bit to catch up with the jounin. He'd have to find
a way to speak to Kakashi privately...he still had enough sense left to want to
stay away from the prying eyes of other villagers.

Kakashi froze at the unexpected calling of his name and
glanced over his shoulder to see Iruka hurrying towards him. That sagging
forehead protector hid the Sharingan eye from view and that wild bushy fall of
silver hair gleamed in the streetlamps overhead where he paused in the near
dark to peer at the rushing chuunin. A happy little curl of that one visible
eye and the twitching of his mask showed his pleasure in seeing the dark-haired
man. "Good evening, Iruka-sensei." A faint nod as he slouched as much
as was possible with an armful of groceries. The jounin was a bit baffled as to
why the chuunin would seek him out however, considering how their previous
meetings had gone, but he didn't allow any of that confusion to play upon his
face as he presented Iruka with the happy 'I'm so cute and innocent' smile of
his.

Iruka smiled in response, feeling a bit of relief that Kakashi
actually seemed happy to see him. "How are you this evening?" he
asked as steadily as he could. "Do you need any help with your bags?
Ano...there was...well, something I wanted to talk to you about..." he
continued, almost shyly. Damn. Maybe he could run back to the bar for one more
drink. Enough to kill off his reserved personality. That wasn't likely to win
him any points with the likes of Kakashi.

Kakashi's sharp sense of smell picked up the taste of sake
clinging to the normally straight as an arrow chuunin and that one visible brow
disappeared beneath the edge of his forehead protector. A curious look was
gifted to Iruka, though Kakashi was not one to throw stones at anyone. If the
chuunin wanted to be a stumbling drunk on his hours off the clock, who was he
to complain? Of course, after having seen how just three of Iruka's previous
students could be, Kakashi wouldn't be too surprised if the other man was a
drunk. Those kids could drive anyone to drink. "I've got it." He
wasn't one to say 'thanks' but Kakashi's tone wasn't outright rude. Instead, it
was it's usual placid and calm timbre. "What did you need to talk to me
about, Iruka-sensei?"

Iruka swallowed a sigh...it felt awkward to try to say
anything out on the street like this. "Ah, well...it's a bit
personal." Though...he had to say something soon, or he would lose his
nerve. He entertained the thought that it would've been great if he had
outfitted himself with a radio...and given Jiraiya the other one, to coach him
along. Ah well, he was flying without a copilot.

Okay�.so he was a bit baffled by that but a small shrug was
all Iruka received before the silver-haired man jerked his head to indicate a
direction. "Sure. My apartment is just around the corner." The jounin
was a bit confused about what Iruka might want with him. Surely he hadn't
managed to piss the man off again, had he? Kakashi had been behaving himself
lately and had even been attempting to show up only an hour or two late for
training the past few weeks. Not that Naruto or Sakura seemed to notice or
care. Che�kids these days.

Kakashi would lead Iruka around a corner however, and sure
enough, there was his apartment complex. The infamous Copy-nin lived in a
shoebox of an apartment that put even Naruto's cramped space to shame.

Iruka was very glad to arrive at Kakashi's home so quickly.
Some vague part of his common sense that wasn't drowning in alcohol told him
that it was a bit sudden, but he might as well state his purpose. As they
arrived at the door, he caught the slightly taller man's arm and sidled up next
to him. He leaned up a bit to whisper in his ear, "Kakashi...you're so
sexy." He then let his tongue flicker out to tease ever so gently over the
warm skin of Kakashi's ear. 'Jiraiya better know what he's talking about,' he
thought. "I want you," he sighed into the silver-haired jounin's
ear...then waited for some sort of reaction.

Iruka didn't realize how close he came to getting a kunai
between the ribs when he suddenly sidled up to Kakashi's side from behind. The
groceries fell to the ground with a clatter as Kakashi's hand fell to his
thigh, fingers already fingering the cool ring of metal when Iruka's unexpected
words reached his ear. Surprise registered on that normally unreadable face as
Kakashi's mouth fell open in disbelief beneath the smooth material of his mask
and he gaped unconsciously even as a curl of lust formed in his stomach. His
inner pervert abruptly awoke and that surprised dark eye turned to peer at
Iruka for a long moment. "You're drunk," came that simple statement.

Iruka pulled away enough to look at the other man's face.
"I was drinking, but I'm not *drunk*," he claimed. "And either
way, that doesn't change anything." He didn't know how to explain the
attraction he felt for the older man, regardless of how annoying he was.
Perhaps Kakashi's air of mystery appealed to Iruka's curious nature. He'd not
bothered to question it much after he first realized this infatuation, deciding
it could be for any number of reasons, or even no reason at all. Now he
wondered if Kakashi was questioning it...or merely making an observation. He
let his hand slide down the other man's arm and traced his fingers over
Kakashi's leather-covered hand before letting his own hand drop to his side. He
stared up at one dark eye intently.

Another curious look as Kakashi eyed Iruka for a moment. His
fingers fell away from the kunai as those gloved hands moved in a series of
seals before a hastily uttered "Kai!" broke the silence. A blink. A
pause�nope�there was no genjutsu being used, which meant this pod person was
indeed Iruka-sensei. "Eh heh�sorry�had to check�."

As Iruka's hands slid down his arms, Kakashi's breath
stilled in his throat and a nervous swallow actually betrayed his emotions when
faced with the chuunin's honest and open admittance of attraction. Kakashi
truly had thought someone was playing a trick on him by presenting him with the
object of his long-time lust. The jounin could only thank what Gods were out
there that a blockhead like Naruto had yet to notice how Kakashi's eye always
seemed to follow Iruka when he was in the room. If the kyuubi-host had realized
his current teacher lusted after his precious Iruka-sensei, Kakashi would have
never heard the end of it. But this Iruka seemed to be genuine and not some
prank being played by Naruto to screw around with his head, so Kakashi reached
into his pocket to draw out his keys. "Do you...er�want to come in?"

Iruka nodded mutely in response. He was vaguely amused that
Kakashi had apparently suspected him to be an illusion. How odd. He must be
acting extremely unlike himself. He kindly picked up the dropped groceries and
followed Kakashi inside, stumbling a bit as he did. Clucking his tongue at his
own clumsiness, he toed his shoes off, with his arms still full, and almost
fell into the wall. Indeed, he ended up using the wall for balance anyway. He
offered the bags to Kakashi and then murmured, "You thought...someone was
using a genjutsu on you?"

Iruka could see the crawl of color slowly edge up Kakashi's
cheeks from beneath the mask as the jounin blushed faintly in the overly bright
light of the entryway while he flicked the lights on. Seeing Iruka start to
stumble and weave unsteadily, those gloved hands reached out to grasp his
shoulders in a steadying grip before Kakashi mutely accepted the groceries once
he was sure the chuunin wasn't going to fall over. "Yeah. Can't be too
careful�." It was kind of sad that Kakashi had to be that paranoid. But
then again, with students like Naruto, who knew what would happen in his life.
Better safe than sorry. "It's a common enough practice to distract an
enemy and throw him off guard by doing things like that�."

Iruka blinked a few times in surprise. "Has that
happened to you before? You were distracted by someone saying they wanted to
sleep with you?" ...Hm. Iruka belatedly realized the attention he was
drawing to his own actions and blushed accordingly. Kakashi was standing there
blushing as well. Odd, that. What was that silly jounin so embarrassed about if
such a thing had happened before? Iruka decided he was not doing well with
thinking at the moment. It didn't help that the inhalation he'd gotten of the
scent of Kakashi's skin was already warming his lower abdomen.

It was more like the fact that Kakashi ended up looking like
an ass for blatantly checking for genjutsu. For some reason, he mind wasn't
working quite right and he felt almost as if he had been the one drinking
instead of Iruka. Hearing Iruka's question about being fooled by someone
wanting to sleep with him had certain parts of Kakashi's body reacting
involuntarily and he tried to convince his body to calm down. For one thing, he
needed some answers before just pinning Iruka to a wall (no matter how tempting
a mental image that was). For one thing, the chuunin didn't strike him as the
type to just walk up to someone and say he wanted to sleep with them. And for
another, he had to remind himself that Iruka was obviously drunk and therefore
might not be as in control of his senses as normal. And while Kakashi's
conscience had been excised long ago, logic still warned him to take a few
minutes and assess the situation.

"Come on. Let's sit down before you fall over."
Kakashi tossed the groceries carelessly down near the fridge and then froze as
he realized something. The only place for he and his 'guest' to sit down on was
the one place he dearly wished to avoid at the moment. The bed�.

Iruka sighed and sat down heavily on the bed, since that's what was available.
He absent-mindedly removed his forehead protector and pulled his hair free of
its high ponytail, dragging a hand through the dark strands as it fell around
his shoulders. "I guess...I'm going about this the wrong way, ne?" He
sighed and muttered, "Stupid Jiraiya," not intending that bit to be
heard. He spoke audibly again, asking, "Are you thinking that I must've
totally lost my mind? I know...I know I'm not acting like myself. But...that
was pretty much the point. I figured...if I kept quiet and never said anything,
like anyone would expect from me, nothing would ever happen."

Kakashi had to remind himself not to drool as well. How
could Iruka know how many fantasies the jounin had enjoyed involving just those
silky looking dark sable strands of hair and that warmly toned skin? The
Copy-nin was immensely grateful for his mask at the moment since it hid the
expression on his face and he carefully settled onto the bed as well. Nervously
needing something to do with his hands, a sensation Kakashi was not comfortable
with or familiar with for that matter, he started to peel those fingerless
gloves off his hands because his palms had started to prickle with sweat.
"Jiraiya?" His ears perked a bit at that and that single dark eye
narrowed fractionally as the silver-haired jounin studied the other closely.
"What about that old pervert?"

Iruka's reasoning made sense actually and Kakashi mulled
over those words silently for a moment as he came to a decision and those pale
hands reached out to capture one darkly tanned hand. Kakashi's flesh was even
paler in comparison to Iruka's richly toned skin and those surprisingly
graceful and slender fingers curled about the chuunin's as Kakashi turned the
hand over so he could study the lines there with idle contemplation.

Iruka felt his breath catch a bit as Kakashi touched him
with surprising gentleness. "Ah...heh...well, he said some really
confusing things...gave me an autographed book against my will...I think he's
planning on writing about me in his next book...or something...but mostly, it
would seem he gave me some really ridiculous advice. I *told* him it would
never work in real life..." He trailed off in quiet embarrassment.

The faintly amused look that gleamed in Kakashi's eyes told
Iruka what he thought of Jiraiya's advice and despite his earlier resolve to try
and not pounce the all too desirable chuunin immediately, Kakashi could not
stop his more mischievous side from rising as he brought Iruka's fingertips to
those still masked lips. "And Jiraiya told you to come up and say you
wanted to screw, hmmn? I'm surprised he didn't tell you to just outright molest
me either, he must be getting slow in his old age." A playful nip found
those tanned fingers, the silky material of Kakashi's mask an odd counterpoint
to the sharpness of his teeth as he teased Iruka's flesh with more nibbles and
feather-light silky kisses.

Iruka's breath caught again, and he released it a moment
later in a heavy sigh. He watched intently as Kakashi's covered mouth teased
his fingers. He was very sensitive to touch, especially different textures, and
found the soft fabric to be quite yummy. Of course, it paled in comparison to
feeling Kakashi's warm breath and moist mouth, just barely, through the
taunting barrier. He let out a sigh that was approaching a moan and traced a
finger over the outline of Kakashi's lips through the mask. Eventually he
remembered that Kakashi had asked about Jiraiya. "Ahh...that pretty much
sums it up."

"And why in Hokage's name would you accept advice from
the likes of Jiraiya? Especially romantic advice." Though he refused to
admit it, Kakashi took great pleasure in watching the gleam of lust darken in
Iruka's eyes as the chuunin reacted to even the softest touch of his masked
lips to his skin. A playful smile felt rather than seen came as Kakashi's moist
breath trailed up Iruka's forearm and he began to skim his lips upwards. He
paused at the chuunin's wrist long enough to nibble on the pulse and the soft
skin there as that amused dark eye rose to meet Iruka's chocolate gaze.

Iruka let out a shaky sigh as he felt the tender pressure at
his wrist. If Kakashi planned to continue teasing him in this manner, he wasn't
sure how much he could take. Then again, there was a part of him that was aware
that it was the teasing that got him off. Anticipation was an amazing
aphrodisiac. He flushed as he considered Kakashi's line of questioning about
Jiraiya. "He ah...seemed to think that I was...too naive and innocent. But
also a closet pervert. Or something." He didn't mention the fact that
Jiraiya had suggested that innocence meant he never got laid. That was too
embarrassing.

The warm wash of Kakashi's breath across his skin as the
jounin chuckled met Iruka's senses then as the other man slowly pushed the
sleeve of his shirt up enough to gain access to the skin there. "A closet
pervert, eh, Iruka-sensei? Hmnn�I could see that. Or do you normally get sauced
and then go tell people you want to sleep with them?"

Mischief and amusement took the bite out of his words. How
was Iruka to know Kakashi often used humor and sarcasm to mask his feelings and
reactions? When Kakashi finally reached Iruka's elbow, another nip found his
skin and the jounin paused now that he'd reached about all he could reach of
Iruka's arms with this encumbering shirt on and so he leaned over enough to nuzzle
at the crook of the chuunin's neck instead, leaving those hands free to explore
now.

Iruka sighed and tilted his head to show Kakashi more of his
throat, then rubbed at the older man's shoulders and slid his hands down his
arms, feeling the solid muscles through his shirt. "No, I do not make a
habit of doing such things. First time, in fact.�

There was the occasional raised ridge of scar tissue beneath Kakashi's shirt
where Iruka slid his hands along those rock-hard and sinewy arms. Kakashi was a
fighter, a warrior, and it told in that scarred body. There wasn't an ounce of
fat on him or even a noticeable stretch of softness for that matter. Being a
jounin was a hard and often dangerous line of work and Kakashi was one of the
best at what he did. The fabric of that dark mask slid smoothly across Iruka's
skin, the stretchy material scraping along his throat as those warm lips
pressed firmly to the pulse there for a fleeting moment before nibbles found a
soft ear lobe. "Well you don't know what you've been missing,
Iruka-sensei." Playful teasing filled his voice as he whispered those
words into Iruka's ear.

�As far as being a closet pervert..." He flushed at
this. "Well, I don't know how to respond to that. I suppose perhaps you
can be the judge..." He lifted one of Kakashi's hands to his face and eyed
the long, elegant fingers with appreciation before licking teasingly at the
tips, then sliding one into his mouth.

Kakashi had just opened his mouth to respond to the
closet-pervert remark when Iruka licked at those pale fingers before taking one
into his mouth. The soft huff of surprise from that choked off groan filled
Iruka's ear instead and he heard the audible catch of Kakashi's breath as he
tried to control his breathing.

Iruka's eyes fell mostly shut as he caressed the
finger with his tongue, tasting and virtually molesting the skin. He opened his
mouth a bit wider to slip another finger in, closing his lips around the two
long fingers before resuming his tongue play. He moaned almost inaudibly as he
sucked softly at the digits and swirled his tongue around them, then slowly
sliding them out and back in. He wanted to hear the older man's reactions,
wanted to make him sigh and moan...for starters. He slid the hand that wasn't
holding Kakashi's hand to his mouth down the silver-haired man's chest,
drinking in the muted feel of unyielding muscles under more vulnerable skin.

"Just how much did you have to drink
tonight, Iruka-sensei?" Kakashi's voice was a tad more husky than normal,
a smidgen more unsteady and breathy as that dark eye trained upon the chuunin
with an almost uncomfortable intensity. He looked like he wanted to eat Iruka
up right then and there but was afraid of the heartburn it would give him. He'd
pulled away from that delectable neck enough to watch the other man's reactions
closely as his hands moved to tug the flak-jacket's zipper down enough so that
he could snake his hands inside and test out the musculature he found there
with sensitive scarred fingertips.

Iruka let the fingers slip from his mouth before
murmuring, "Don't remember," and then slowly licked Kakashi's palm.
"This is really bothering you, isn't it?" He licked at Kakashi's
wrist and then moved closer, to his ear, where he'd started outside the apartment.
With a soft sigh, he slid his tongue around the outside of the older man's ear
before dipping inside.

"Just don't want you complaining about how I was
an awful pervert who stole your innocence or some crap like that."
Kakashi's dark eye was usually bright and sharp with his well-known and
infamously keen intelligence. At the moment, a slight haze had come over that
single eye and he had to fight the urge to shake a bit as desire slammed into
him harshly enough to steal his breath away. It was more like a punch to the gut
than some soft romantic thing the writers like to proclaim it was. Lust was not
pretty, nor was it soft and walking the path leading to true love. And Iruka,
it would appear, despite all appearances of being a shockingly innocent
and�well�straight schoolteacher, was not nearly as innocent or as unworldly as
Kakashi had previously thought.

"So Kakashi, tell me, how is it that
Jiraiya knows what you look like without the mask?"

"Huh?" The things Iruka was doing with
his tongue made it hard for Kakashi to concentrate it would seem. "Oh he
used to help the Yondaime train us�." Iruka must have really got him
shaken if he was talking about the Fourth so easily.

Iruka
hmmed at the information, thinking Jiraiya was such a goofball, calling a kid
good-looking and making it sound like more than it was. "And...aren't you
the romantic? You won't be stealing anything that I'm not offering." As
much as he would like a relationship, or at least the idea of a relationship,
he had recently started to believe that was not in the cards for him and that
he should take what he could get.

That earned Iruka a scornful snort as Kakashi's
hands pulled at the edges of his shirt to tug it out of the waistline of his
pants. "Hardly. I just don't want to deal with charges of rape or anything
like that." Kakashi managed to make that surprisingly dark and bitter
train of thought mildly humorous but that might have been because he'd managed
to sneak his hands beneath Iruka's shirt by then and was testing out the flesh
there. The scrape of old scars and calloused skin found the soft flesh of
Iruka's sides as Kakashi lowered his mask covered face once more to nibble and
nuzzle at Iruka's neck, those warm lips skimming along the chuunin's jaw in a
taunting manner. Kakashi was teasing him with the hopes of kisses but it would
appear the jounin wasn't in any particular hurry to do so.

Iruka found himself annoyed at the turn Kakashi's talking
was taking. He wondered where this was all coming from. "I told you, the
alcohol changes nothing. I'm sobering up anyway, and it's not like this is
something I just came up with tonight." He pulled away a bit and eyed the
older man thoughtfully. "Do YOU really want to do this?"

Kakashi was not known for his tact after all. Actually, the
jounin was known for being a bit of a bastard so Iruka shouldn't have been too
surprised or hurt by the silver-haired man's harsh words. And as the chuunin
drew back enough to gift him with a hard look, Kakashi did manage to pull off a
slightly apologetic expression. "Sorry. I'm a thoughtless bastard I
know." A soft nuzzle found Iruka's cheek in silent appeal for forgiveness
as Kakashi slowly started to exert his weight enough to guide the chuunin back
towards the bed.

"I do want this, by the way." More than he was willing
to admit actually. For an emotional fucknut like Kakashi, the obsessive
hypersensitivity he had to Iruka's presence was an unsettling turn of events,
sufficing to say. The jounin wasn't used to watching something or anyone to the
degree that he craved the chuunin. He also wasn't used to actually having to
admit to wanting something. In his mind that left him vulnerable, open to
attack, and made him downright twitchy at times.

Iruka eyed him searchingly. "Why?" he asked
quietly. For his part, he was drawn to the other man for reasons that he didn't
yet understand...but some silly part of him thought he was meant to understand
those reasons once he got to know the jounin. He'd never gone so out of his way
to get someone's attention, and surely that was somehow significant. But as for
Kakashi...it was impossible to say whether he was going along merely for the
promise of sex. Did it really matter who he was? After all, as he'd told
himself before, what man turned down an offer of sex?

Kakashi was getting twitchier by the second now and Iruka
could all but see the jounin's mind furiously coming up with sly and blithe
brush-offs for such a personal question. The Copy-nin didn't like having to
evaluate matters of the heart. It stemmed from the fact that every time he took
a good look at himself, he didn't like what he saw. And Kakashi knew that if he
stopped long enough to wonder why Iruka would want someone as blood-stained and
fucked up as himself�well the jounin knew there would be no sex tonight or any
night for that matter.

It was ironic that Kakashi himself was more often than not
responsible for sinking any relationships he had by second-guessing himself. It
made sense after a time however. Out in the field, a ninja had to rely on their
instincts, their gut and their reflexes to get them out of danger. A shinobi
that second-guessed himself was going to be a dead shinobi so why, Kakashi
reasoned silently to himself, should this be any different?

"Because you're extremely sexy, especially when you
blush, Iruka-sensei." A playful nuzzle found the scar cutting across the
bridge of Iruka's nose then as those playful hands started to travel northward.
Time for a distraction.

Iruka sighed, "I can tell you're an awful tease
already. And don't call me that. It seems a bit too formal, don't you
think?" He badly wanted to pull Kakashi's mask down and kiss him
breathless. He actually wondered if the jounin intended to leave the mask on
for the entire time. While it was indeed enticingly sexy to feel it against his
skin, it would not do to only be teased that way. Eventually he would *need* to
feel Kakashi's skin, feel him naked...including his face. He ran his hands down
Kakashi's sides and waited not-so-patiently to see what the man was planning.

Kakashi's chuckle was as sinful as dark chocolate then as
those spiky strands of silver hair tickled Iruka's cheeks where the jounin
nuzzled at his face. "You have no idea." That darkly purred promise
reached Iruka's ears as Kakashi pulled his hands out of the shirt long enough
to help strip the flak jacket away from the chuunin's body so he'd have more
room to explore that golden flesh and mischief gleamed brightly in that single
dark eye where it peered down at the Academy teacher.

"And what can I say. I've always had this fantasy about
school teachers involving a desk and a ruler�." That shameless smile was
not seen but heard all the same in Kakashi's voice. Whether or not the jounin
intended on keeping the mask on was a mystery actually�but then again, so was whether
or not he'd ever actually get around to kissing Iruka either. Who knew, Kakashi
wasn't known to be the sanest of people after all so for all Iruka knew, he did
intend on keeping the mask on the entire time...or he could just be teasing
him....

A sly smile bloomed on the teacher's face. "Do you
happen to *have* a ruler around here? Perhaps something can be
arranged..." He rubbed his nose against Kakashi's and whispered,
"Kiss me." He was already more turned on than he felt was reasonable.
It would be terribly embarrassing if he managed to climax without the other man
even touching him in the most sensitive spots. He decided it was quite possible
that Kakashi was going to end up truly driving him insane.

The strangled sound Kakashi made when Iruka uttered those
words betrayed the normally non-expressive jounin and the tightening of his
fingers across Iruka's skin warned him not to tease Kakashi or he might just
hold him to that. "And just where the hell did I think you were sweet and
innocent?" His voice was a tad strained and full of laughter as that bowed
head lowered enough for Kakashi's forehead to lightly press against Iruka's.
That huskily uttered sentence had almost undone Kakashi and he could feel his
body react painfully to that promise alone. The forehead protector's metal
plate was cool against the chuunin's skin where it kept the Sharingan eye from
becoming overloaded with sensory input. The demand for a kiss had Kakashi
sobering just a bit and he playfully skimmed his fabric covered lips across Iruka's
because he knew for a fact that it was not the kind of kiss the chuunin had in
mind. But Kakashi's often-warped sense of humor demanded he tease the
dark-haired man a bit more. "Like this?"

Iruka's eyes searched what little he could see of the other
man's face. It did not help him determine whether Kakashi was teasing or not.
Maybe kissing made it too intimate for Kakashi. That sort of thinking always
seemed absurd to Iruka, but that didn't change the fact that plenty of people
did their best to keep anything resembling emotions or intimacy out of their
sex lives. "No." He wasn't kidding about participating in Kakashi's
fantasy. It wasn't something he really had any experience with, but he sensed
that it could have a wonderfully erotic effect on Kakashi's libido. He did not
intend to be the only one to be driven mad with lust tonight.

That was actually closer to the truth than Kakashi would be
willing to admit. Opening yourself up to intimacy was never easy, especially
for someone like Kakashi. There were very specific and psychologically
significant reasons he wore the mask and why he never let anyone see the true
him. Not good reasons mind you, but significant ones all the same. So it wasn't
as easy to play off his laconic fa�ade when Iruka asked him to kiss him
properly. Normally Kakashi would just brush it aside but this situation was
anything but normal so the silver-haired man nodded a tad tensely and moved a
warm hand up to cover Iruka's eyes, blanketing them in darkness. "Close
your eyes."

That was an odd and rather off the wall request but then
again, it was Kakashi. And in the end, it was all a matter of trust and Kakashi
it would seem, did not trust many people if anyone for that matter. Was this
some sign of the man's obvious mental instability or was it just another trick
of his? It was often too hard to tell fiction from reality with people like
Kakashi. When a man was as good at obfuscating as Kakashi, it remained to be
seen if even he could tell truth from the lie sometimes.

Iruka frowned a bit. Apparently, it wasn't so much the kiss
as it was the issue of the mask. He tried not to be insulted...it wasn't as if
Kakashi knew him at all, so why should he treat him any differently than all
the other people he hid his face from? The question was, could Iruka accept
this barrier? Could he actually live with having sex with someone who could
successfully separate the act of sex from any sort of real connection? He had
to wonder if he would indeed regret it afterward. Maybe Kakashi had a point there.
Perhaps a bit peevishly, he closed his eyes and waited.

When he felt the brush of Iruka's lashes descending
downwards across his palm, Kakashi smirked softly to himself and allowed his
hand to fall away from the other man's eyes even as his lips descended to
Iruka's. There was little hesitation in his movements now, little in the way of
uncertainty as his lips molded to the chuunin's in a heated kiss. Yes, this was
the way to deal with the situation. If he kept Iruka unsettled enough, kept him
off balance just enough to keep him from putting that wonderfully sharp and all
too perceiving mind to good use, then maybe he'd make it through this without
Iruka realizing what an emotional wreck he was.

Kakashi tended to avoid getting too close to people who were
as perceptive and observant as Iruka, they had a nasty habit of noticing things
Kakashi preferred to keep hidden and technically, getting entangled with
someone as wholesome and generally nice as Iruka broke a lot of Kakashi's
personal rules. He tended to prefer his lovers be as fucked up as himself�that
way he didn't have to worry about breaking them on accident.

Iruka melted into the kiss for a few moments. But a nagging
feeling in the back of his mind made him push the other man away. He had the
decency to keep his eyes closed until Kakashi could hide himself away again.
"Put the damn mask on," he muttered darkly as he sat up blindly. He
did NOT like being kept off balance. It rubbed him the wrong way and he was
starting to wonder what he'd really expected to happen. He should have seen
this coming.

It wasn't fair, in Kakashi's opinion, to turn the tables on
him and make him be the one who was unsettled, dammit! He reared back,
surprised at Iruka's suddenly upset and peevish response and surprise
registered on his face for a moment before a more solemn look stole across
handsome features. Jiraiya, it would seem, had not been far off the mark.
"It was a joke."

Kakashi sighed heavily and crawled away as a wave of
uncertainty washed through him. The bitterly cynical part of his mind remarked
that he shouldn't be too surprised at Iruka's reaction and that it ended about
like he expected because Kakashi fully admitted he was a complete fuckwit when
it came to emotional issues and relationships. Feeling rather self-defeatist,
Kakashi tugged the mask back up into place and moved to get off the bed
completely as he sought to put distance between himself and the suddenly
emotional chuunin. "I'm sorry�." Ugh...he hated having to apologize,
it always left a bad taste in his mouth.

Iruka slowly opened his eyes. "It's not your fault that
I apparently can't handle casual fucking. Maybe I should apologize too. I don't
know what I was thinking, convincing myself I could do this. That I could
handle whatever happened if it meant I could...I don't know, pretend there was
something between us. Maybe you and Jiraiya are both right...I'm too sweet and
innocent for this. Maybe I'm just out of my league," he said, rather
bitterly. But that bitterness was directed at himself. "Maybe I should
just force myself to stick with women if I want something beyond the physical.
And it wasn't really a joke, was it?" he asked doubtfully. He figured it
really was asking too much of Kakashi for him to offer any false symbols of
emotional connection.

The grimace that crossed Kakashi's features was unmistakable
even through the mask and as Iruka spiraled into that self-deprecating rant, a
troubled look slowly stole over Kakashi's face until finally, that single dark
eye was grim and unhappy. This was why he avoided emotional contact dammit. If
he were smart he'd just shut the fuck up and let Iruka leave because it was
obvious he'd be nothing but trouble for the chuunin. And like Iruka said, he
probably wasn't capable of casual fucking as he'd put it, and Kakashi doubted
he himself was capable of anything *but* that. He'd cut his emotions off for so
long, the jounin wasn't even sure what was and what wasn�t an appropriate
emotion and thus he never knew how to react in a situation.

But for reasons beyond his comprehension, Iruka's bitter
words hurt and he found himself acting without thought. The mask was pulled
down once more and he crossed the distance between them faster than even the
eye could follow and his lips pressed harshly to Iruka's in an attempt to shut
him up. To distract him from his apparent emotional insecurities. While Kakashi
wasn't sure if this was the way to go about doing things, it was the best way
he'd found for shutting people up short of physical violence.

Iruka let out a muffled sound of surprise as Kakashi
virtually attacked him. That was not the sort of reaction he'd expected...and
actually, he didn't know what kind of reaction that was. He was even more
confused and conflicted than before as he grabbed Kakashi's shoulders. He found
himself so unable to decide between pulling him closer and pushing him away
that he ended up simply digging his fingers in. He very much enjoyed kissing
Kakashi, as he'd expected he would, but the whole situation just didn't make sense.
Frankly, he had no idea what he wanted at the moment, much less what Kakashi
was doing.

There was a note of almost desperation in Kakashi's kiss as
he practically assaulted Iruka's mouth. Teeth nipped sharply at the soft lower
lip there as he begged entrance and Kakashi found himself trying to convey in
actions alone that he wanted Iruka, that he craved him more than he should as
just an object of simple lust. Kakashi didn't know how to formulate the words
to tell the chuunin that he liked him as more than just a fucktoy because
honestly, he'd never learned them. Words like love and adoration had never
played into his life because it seemed like every time Kakashi started to love
someone, they went off and died.

Kakashi couldn't put that into words however, could not
explain to Iruka what an emotional wreck he was so instead, he tried to let his
actions speak for him, a method that had been hit and miss in the past.
Finally, that kiss would have to end and as they broke away panting a slightly
imploring look appeared on Kakashi's face, making him seem more vulnerable and
youthful than the chuunin had ever seen before. "Don't talk about yourself
that way, please? I can't have you be an emotional wreck too or we're both
going to be screwed here." He tried to smile but it was more of a grimace
than anything else.

It was Iruka's turn to look surprised, his mouth hanging
slightly open. "Wh-what..." He didn't even have the words to ask what
was going on in Kakashi's head. His always-searching eyes scanned the bare face
before him. It was a bit odd with the forehead protector still covering his
eye, but Iruka could at least appreciate the logic of keeping it in place.
Forgetting his confusion for the moment, he lifted a hand and traced his
fingers over Kakashi's face with a feather-light touch. He learned the feel of
his soft skin, his high cheekbones, but most importantly, his soft lips.
"You're just...gorgeous," he whispered, not sure how Kakashi might
take such a comment, given his current behavior.

It was probably better that way anyway�Iruka probably
wouldn't like what he found in Kakashi's mind as it were. Kakashi was indeed a
handsome man, that pale visage being sharply beautiful in it's delicately boned
and carefully sculpted manner. The bone-structure was graceful and delicate
without being too overly effeminate and surprisingly sensual lips, which
unfortunately didn�t fall into any of his team�s speculations, softened the
sharp line of his nose. Kakashi knew Iruka was going to look and he braced
himself for that event, the slight tenseness of his features betraying his
anxiety as he awaited the dark-haired man's assessment. His eye had slipped
shut unconsciously much like someone awaiting bad news and Iruka's proclamation
had that dark orb snapping open to study the chuunin in surprise.

Kakashi was honestly shocked to hear himself described in
such a way and it made one wonder just how little he'd been complimented in his
time. The slightly vulnerable look of surprise on his face told Iruka it had
been a while if nothing else because the man looked damned confused. Almost as
if he couldn't figure out why Iruka would say that. And for once, the normally
glib and sarcastic jounin found himself unable to come up with something to
say.

Iruka gave the older man a small smile. "Don't look so
shocked." He cupped Kakashi's jaw in his hand and leaned forward to press
his lips slowly but firmly against Kakashi's delicious pair. He meant his kiss
to be soothing, calming, to counteract the jounin's seeming frenzy from before.

Kakashi didn't know what to make of Iruka's tenderness
either but the man decided it wasn't a bad thing. It felt rather pleasant
actually so he surrendered to the kiss with a low sound deep in his throat.
Pale hands rose to mirror Iruka's as one laid gently along the curve of the
chuunin's jaw, that sweet kiss seeming to stretch out blissfully forever in his
opinion. At least Iruka was calmer now. Sure, Kakashi was the one unsettled and
off balance but at least the tightness that had arisen in his chest as he
watched the other chastise himself so bitterly had faded away.

"Maybe we should both give ourselves a break, ne? It's
not every day...or ever...that I lose to the urge to seduce a virtual
stranger." Not that he thought he was doing a great job of seduction...but
it could've been worse. Kakashi could have thrown him out. Or just laughed at
him.

"You should try it sometime, it's quite fun
actually." A playful grin then as the jounin nibbled on Iruka's lower lip
softly.

Iruka offered another shy smile and then pulled the other
man into a warm hug. Perhaps it would seem weird, unfitting for their
situation. But he felt that they both needed a bit of comfort. Kakashi tensed a
bit before forcing himself to relax into that as well with the mental promise
to take things at Iruka's pace from now on.

Iruka sighed as he tightened his arms around the other man.
Kakashi felt like a nervous stray to him. He moved a hand to stroke wild, but
surprisingly soft, silver hair, threading his fingers through it and massaging
his scalp a bit. "Isn't that what I'm trying...very poorly...to do
here?" he murmured, a vague note of self-consciousness reappearing in his
voice when he responded to Kakashi's comment about seduction being 'quite fun.'

The comparison was more apt than Iruka realized. The man was
very similar to his rangy mutts he loved to use and at the moment, was almost
as skittish as a stray dog. He craved the attentions of the other man, but
feared the retribution that would come if he accepted his kindness. Would a
collar or a cuff to the ear and a kick come? Or was Iruka truly as open and
genuine as he claimed to be? Considering Kakashi had spent most of his adult
life playing one role or another, he was mistrustful of everyone's intentions
at first.

"Well�seems like you just need a little practice is
all." Kakashi purred then, slowly relaxing beneath Iruka's ministrations
with a sigh of pleasure before playful lips sought out Iruka's once more for a
drugged kiss. "If you want, I'm sure you could probably convince me to
selflessly put myself down as a guinea pig�if you made it worth my while�"
His smile was downright wolfish then.

"Oh, so you agree that I'm doing a terrible job of
this? Thank you so much," the teacher huffed, but smiled a bit anyway.
"And you're the one to help me learn? So what would make it worth your
while?"

"I never said that, you're the one who said you were
doing such a poor job of it." Teasing mischief filled Kakashi's voice then
as he nibbled on Iruka's earlobe, that warm breath washing across his ear and
skin. "And I accept bribes just like the next person. What are you willing
to give me, Iruka-sensei?" The title was sung out in a playful tone of
voice as the jounin drew back enough to grin down at Iruka from beneath that
wild fall of silver hair.

Iruka smiled lazily and ran a hand up Kakashi's back.
"I may be willing to indulge any fantasies...presuming you've ever thought
about this before. Have you thought about it?" he asked teasingly. Then he
turned his attention to Kakashi's throat, licking and nibbling. "Perhaps I
am a closet pervert. I think my actual experience is no match for my frequent
dirty thoughts. Should I be admitting something like that?"

Iruka could feel the low rumble of Kakashi's laughter in his
throat as the jounin chuckled quietly and drug his fingers through those silky
sable locks. "Thought about what? About having you here like this?"
He laughed off his nervous swallow as he tried to find a way of admitting to
having more than his share of fantasies about Iruka. He didn't want to scare
the poor chuunin off anyway. "Maybe once or twice." Or one or two
hundred or a thousand times. But that didn't need to be said. "And I do
believe you're right, Iruka-sensei�.I think you are a closet pervert. Tsk�whatever
will your students think?" Sliding his hand free of Iruka's hair, Kakashi
allowed both pale hands to glide down Iruka's torso to head once more for the
loosened hem of his shirt. He wanted to feel more of that golden flesh, wanted
to taste more of Iruka's skin and his very being.

"Only once or twice?" Iruka pouted playfully.
"Aww. Don't tell me I'm the bigger pervert here." He smiled and
licked at Kakashi's ear. "Tell me about your teacher fantasy," he
murmured, then returning to molesting the sensitive ear. "Do I *want* to
know what the ruler is for?" He made his way from Kakashi's ear to his
jaw, kissing his way along warm skin

"Okay�maybe more than once or twice�." Kakashi's
chuckle was dark and silky now as his hands ghosted along Iruka's ribs, the
slightly rough skin of his fingertips and palms sliding across the chuunin's
skin as he followed the various lines of muscles he found there in a leisurely
manner. The jounin tilted his head to the side to allow Iruka better access to
his neck as a pleasured sigh rose in his throat and that dark eye slipped shut
in a blissful expression. How was Iruka to realize the skin of his neck and jaw
were hypersensitive due to the fact that it was covered by the mask more often
than not? The slight scrape of whiskers along his jaw where a day's growth of
hair had grown in prickled the skin, but it was far too fine to see against
that pale flesh. "Well I have been a very bad boy you know�." That
sinfully rich chuckle was heard once more a lecherous grin curved his lips.

Iruka smiled against Kakashi's skin and delivered a sharp
nip to the soft skin right under his jaw. "And you need to be punished,
ne? What have you done that was so naughty, Kakashi-kun? I'll have to make sure
that your punishment is appropriate."

A tiny little shiver could be felt as the disciplined man
felt his control slip just a tad bit more. Whether it was from the nip or
Iruka's sinfully naughty words was uncertain but Kakashi had to take a deep
steadying breath before he could grin mischievously down at Iruka once more.
"Oh lots of things�.there's this one really cute and adorable chuunin that
I just love to tease. He gets so cute when he's angry�."

Kakashi angled his head then so he could nip at the top of
Iruka's ear then, the loose and bunched up fabric of his mask sliding down his
neck to brush the other's face. The jounin shifted so he could push Iruka's
shirt up more and slowly moved and brushed his lips across the place where he
felt Iruka's heart beating strong and steady beneath the skin.

Iruka sighed at the feel of faint pressure against his
pulse. "And let me guess, you go out of your way to annoy this poor
chuunin? That IS awfully naughty, Kakashi-kun. What do you think we should do
about this? Do you need a good spanking? Or do you suppose it would be more
appropriate for you to be tied up and teased, as punishment for the teasing you
do?"

A delightful little shiver ran through Kakashi's body as
Iruka uttered those downright naughty words and the warm press of his
fingertips to Iruka's chest tightened just a bit as he flexed his fingers
slightly. "Why Iruka-sensei�you really are a closet pervert," That
delightful purr rumbled in Kakashi's chest as he grinned down at Iruka.
"And yes I've been a very very bad boy." Who knew if he was being
serious or not, was Iruka even sure he wanted to know really?

Iruka suddenly grinned quite evilly at the older man and
pushed him back, manhandling him till he was on his back with Iruka hovering
over him. "Then you need to be punished. I'm giving you the choice of what
your punishment should be." For a moment, however, he sobered. "...Or
maybe it's a little soon for any of that..." He MUST be sobering up if he
was thinking that it would only be rushing things even more to bring kinky
games into bed on their first (but hopefully not only) encounter. He shook
himself from his thoughts and moved down to Kakashi's stomach, pushing up his
shirt and kissing and licking his belly while he let the other man decide what
he wanted.

A part of Kakashi wondered just how serious Iruka was,
wanted to scoff at the idea of this supposedly sickly sweet and innocent
chuunin being able to go through with what he was actually saying. And another
part of his mind was reeling with the possibilities of Iruka being able to do
that. All the same, Kakashi did not fight Iruka as the chuunin pushed him back
to lie on back on the bed, his forehead protector shifted just a tad as his
hair pooled in silver spikes across his pillow. "I don't know,
Iruka-sensei�I suppose it would be up to you, wouldn't it?"

He was kind of curious to see where this would lead but he
also didn't want to weird the poor chuunin out. If he played his cards right,
he might even get to do this again with Iruka! As the dark-haired man kissed at
his stomach however, Kakashi tensed a bit as his skin jumped beneath those warm
lips...it....tickled dammit!

Iruka was completely serious. He wasn't going to admit how
little real experience he had, but he thought he could make up for it with
creativity and a sense of adventure. He may present a stable face in his work
(most of the time), and he was fiercely loyal to those he cared about, but
there was an inner part of him that would likely never outgrow the need for
mischief and adventure. He just happened to do a...slightly better job of
reining it in these days.

He licked over Kakashi's solid abs with a bit more pressure
as he thought about the possibilities. He believed that the appearance of
torture, such as being tied up, might bring up bad memories for someone as
highly ranked as Kakashi...there was no telling what he may have been through
on missions in the past. With that in mind, he decided on a course of action.
He just hoped it didn't freak the other man out.

"Stand up," he instructed firmly as he moved away from Kakashi.
"And take your clothes off."

It would be damned hard to weird Kakashi out. He might take
this more dominant side of Iruka more seriously but inside he was just plain
amused by this whole turn of events and as that sharp command came, Kakashi
raised a brow and melted just a little bit. Oh my�well apparently Iruka just
might be up for this after all. Kakashi secretly wondered what other fantasies
Iruka would be capable of playing out with an excited smile.

He did as ordered however, and began to peel his clothing
off and soon enough, the flak jacket, shirt and mask were in a careless pile
near the wall and Kakashi was bending over to untie the bindings around his
calves. If he happened to present Iruka with a lovely view of that firm rear in
the meantime�well�innocent mistakes did happen.

Iruka smirked at Kakashi's obvious flaunting of his ass...as
well he should. It was a nice view. He pulled his own shirt off and then
reached out to slide his hand over the jounin's behind and his smile only
became more sly. He planned on becoming well acquainted with this ass. With a
soft laugh, he retracted his hand and moved till he was sitting at the edge of
the bed. He squirmed a bit as his pants rubbed against his erection, but he was
perfectly capable of ignoring it for the time being.

Sanity might have demanded that Kakashi stop and do a
reality check but he'd found his lust was interfering with clear thinking right
now. And he'd already verified that this deliciously sexy individual was indeed
Iruka and not someone trying to play off as being Iruka to get close to him. So
it made the fact that Iruka was acting like this all the more�potent. Another
shiver of delight ran through Kakashi as his body tightened painfully with that
soft brush of Iruka's hand to his rear. He had not been joking about the whole
punishing thing. While Kakashi wouldn't count himself as a masochist, there was
something seductive about having power taken away from him. Especially by
someone like Iruka, who was so innocuous and seemingly sweet and harmless. The
bindings were finally cast aside and he started to undo his pants as a sultry
look was gifted to the chuunin sitting on his bed. "Where do you want me,
Iruka-sensei?"

Iruka watched the other man intently, with an odd air of
bossy arrogance. Whether it was authentic or merely an act, it was hard to say.
"Right here," he answered, patting his lap. "Ass up." Even
the simple act of saying that stirred his lust. He continued to watch avidly as
Kakashi undressed, memorizing the sight of pale, pale skin and moving muscles.
He wanted to lick him all over. He didn't bother undressing himself any more
just yet. He was fine in his pants and no shirt for now. In fact, adding the
sensation of skin-on-skin to what he was about to do was possibly more than he
could handle.

The last of Kakashi's clothes were shed as Iruka uttered
that quiet command and the jounin turned towards Iruka with a curious look.
Another raised brow as Kakashi eyed the chuunin for a long moment, somehow
managing to slouch and look unconcerned even now as he stood there naked as he
day he was born. There was a lean and deadly grace to that tall form, a
sleekness of muscle that only came from a lifetime of discipline and while that
muscled form was gorgeous, it was also covered in scars that told of a lifetime
of pain as well. It was a warrior's body and one he was unashamed of as he
moved across the short feet to approach Iruka and a devilish little gleam
touched that one visible eye. "Why Iruka-sensei, I do believe you're
taking to this rather quickly. Are there any fantasies of yours I should know
about and try to�please?" Ever the king of the double-sided remark,
Kakashi smirked faintly as he moved to lower himself across Iruka's lap as
directed. His words helped to mask the small trill of excitement and
uncertainty racing through him as he submitted himself to that vulnerable
position.

Iruka felt his breathing speed up slightly just from staring
at Kakashi's firm body. He ran a gentle hand through Kakashi's hair, and then
continued slowly down his back. "This is one I happen to share. There are
others that will have to wait. After all, this wouldn't work if I were all tied
up at the moment." He tickled his fingers over the small of Kakashi's back
for a few moments before sliding his hand over the lovely ass again. He then
teased softly with the tips of his fingers, tracing random lines and swirls
over the soft skin.

His breath was coming more shallow and fast than he was
accustomed to and Kakashi tried to keep from literally panting in anticipation
as Iruka's fingers traced out paths of aching anticipation across his skin and
he fought back a whimper. The waiting was the worst, especially when he was
waiting for the likes of Iruka. And upon hearing the remark about being all
tied up, Kakashi had to close his eyes and bite his bottom lip because he knew
if he didn't then he'd make a very embarrassing and un-masculine sound at that
particular mental image.

"Now, Kakashi-kun, tell me why you deserve this."
He raised his hand and brought it down sharply, slapping the soft, white skin
displayed before him.

"Well�see I did eat the cookies out of the cooki-"
Kakashi�s sarcastic words were cut off with a sharp gasp and an oomph of breath
exploding from his lungs at the sharp sting that that smack jangled across his
senses and the skin beneath Iruka's hand began to immediately turn pink. Pale
skin had a nasty habit of doing that.

Iruka swallowed a laugh at the aborted cookie comment and managed to resist
squirming in place. He immediately slapped Kakashi's ass again, but this time
followed it with a soothing rub to the now-pink area. As he raised his hand
again, he smiled and asked, "What else did you do?" He brought the
hand down, thinking this spanking caused more noise than actual pain. If only
more of that noise was coming from Kakashi's mouth. That was another fantasy,
one he wasn't sure he should mention.

It was not a sensation Kakashi was accustomed to and even
the trained jounin squirmed just a tad as that sharp slap found his skin. It
wasn't so much the pain as the sheer kinky eroticism of the action that had
Kakashi's breath frozen and caught in his throat as a low sound of pleasure
rose in his throat. The slight stinging pain was distantly noted, as was the soothing
caress of Iruka's hand to the now pink skin where he had slapped him. "Oh
lots of things..." He tried to be light-hearted in his answer and quip
those words off but it didn't quite work out that way as another smack found
his ass and another moan rose in his throat. Kakashi could have ignored those
slaps and the pain, could have flipped around and broken Iruka's wrists in less
than a second but instead, he surrendered control to Iruka with a low groan.

Iruka bit his lip and continued to bring his hand down on
the reddening skin. He heard himself moan a bit as he squirmed in place,
rubbing against Kakashi a bit. "Hmm...Kakashi-kun...do you think you've
been punished enough?" He rubbed the now red skin a bit, letting his
fingers drift very briefly along the valley between his cheeks, then spanked
him again. "Or do you have more to confess to?"

"Whatever you think, Iruka-sensei." His voice was
a bit breathless and unsteady as he squirmed again beneath that touch, his
erection rubbing against Iruka's thigh in a provocative manner. That silver
hair was bowed now, the forehead protector slowly slipping down as Kakashi
lacked even the presence of mind to keep it attached to his head with chakra if
need be. Sure, he could hang upside down with it clinging to his forehead but
when he couldn't think straight enough to even mold the chakra needed to keep
even that small bit of fabric and metal in place, well...sufficing to say,
Iruka knew he'd been playing his part well.

Iruka continued for a few more slaps, then pushed and pulled
at the prone figure, encouraging him to move so that Iruka could stand up. He
stood and opened his pants, sliding them down his legs and kicking them away,
watching the pale man intently the whole time. He hid his sudden nervousness well.
He wasn't sure what would happen now. Thinking they could just take it as it
comes, he crawled onto the bed and licked Kakashi's lips.

Kakashi accepted the movements with the boneless grace of a
cat and as Iruka moved to stand, Kakashi's eyes were on him with much the same
watchfulness of a feline breed. Hunger gleamed brightly in that dark eye, raw
and naked lust apparent on those beautifully sharp and delicate features. As
the chuunin settled back onto the bed, Kakashi followed him with that hungry
look in his eyes and he accepted Iruka's affection with a low purr before
pressing his lips hungrily to the other's in a desperate and heated kiss.
"You're far too good at that, by the way. Must come from being a school
teacher..." The jounin murmured with a wolfish grin after the kiss had
broken and he drew back enough to hungrily watch Iruka's reaction to his
teasing.

Iruka narrowed his eyes at the older man and gave him a
playful growl. "You think I'd do something like THAT to my students?
Hentai." He pushed Kakashi back on the bed and set to kissing and nipping
his way down the man's neck and chest, nibbling at a nipple. He wanted Kakashi
more than ever now...but he was quite unsure how to negotiate actual sex
between two men. Part of him wanted Kakashi to take him, but another part
feared pain, which he knew was silly, considering the kind of pain he'd been
through in his life. In addition to all that, he had no idea of the extent of
Kakashi's experience with men. He faltered a bit in sucking at Kakashi's nipple
as he considered the situation.

"Well I don't know, Iruka-sensei, would you?" The
jounin didn't fight as he was guided back to lay on his back and mischievous
amusement touched his face now, mingling with the sensuality previously there
to create a rather irresistibly erotic expression on that pale visage. It was a
pity the man demanded he wear the mask most of the time because he was a
gorgeous individual. Perhaps that was why he did it, perhaps it was because he
loved driving people mad with curiosity and with the mystery he loved so
dearly. Who knew?

As Iruka's lips traveled southward, Kakashi slowly ghosted
his fingers across the chuunin's shoulders and body, a slight catch in his
breath registering how sensitive his nipples were when Iruka's lips found them.
The older man was torn now between sitting back and enjoying Iruka's attentions
or being more forceful and taking control once more so he could return the
favor and bring pleasure to the chuunin instead. It was a delicate balance he had
to keep between submission and aggressiveness since he didn't want to push or
weird out the slightly hesitant dark-haired man. "What do you want to do
now?"

Iruka ducked his head, sort of hiding his face behind the
curtain of his long, dark hair, speaking into Kakashi's chest. "I...I'm
not really sure..." he murmured, his half-false confidence finally
wavering. He figured it dissipated right along with the alcohol in his

blood. "I've...never...done anything like this. At least, not with another
man." He flushed in embarrassment, glad that the older man likely couldn't
see his face. "I know that...I want you...but I'm not certain what to
do."

He could hear the low rumble of Kakashi's chuckle in his
chest then and the taller man moved and twisted until he'd managed to reverse
their positions and Iruka was the one laying back on the bed. Kakashi grinned
playfully down at him, those sensual lips having quirked up in an impish manner
as one pale hand rose to lay against the chuunin's cheek.

"Then let me lead for a while, hmmn?" That lean
form hovered over his own, all long muscles and sleek grace bundled beneath
moonpale skin so translucent Iruka could see the blue veins spiderwebbing
across Kakashi's torso beneath the multitude of scars marring his flesh.
"I know what to do so if I do something you don't like, let me know,
hmmn?" Another playful look then as a soft kiss pressed briefly to Iruka's
lips and then they were gone as Kakashi skimmed his lips down the other's jaw
and then neck with tender care.

Iruka felt his breath speeding up again due to Kakashi's
sexy smiles and voice. And, perhaps, due in part to Kakashi's sudden authority,
as well. It made his mischievous side perk its ears up and excited him with the
prospect of rebellion. Iruka never could deal well with authority, aside from
his parents and the Sandaime. His subconscious seemed to treat anyone else who
tried to guide or control him as an imposter, an intruder in his life and his
space. But he doubted Kakashi would mind, being such a brat himself. He mused
that that problem with authority likely contributed at least in part to his
desire to *have* authority. He didn't like to be "bossed around."
With a wicked smile, he ran a hand through Kakashi's hair and murmured,
"You know what to do, do you? I suppose now you're going to have to guide
your poor, innocent partner through this with your wicked ways?"

Kakashi, surprisingly enough, had little problems with
authority. Perhaps it was a holdover from his childhood where he'd so blindly
believed that the orders of his leaders were the end all, be all. He had grown
more flexible and calmer with age. And with age came experience, as Iruka would
learn, for those hands were far too talented to be innocent of the male form as
Kakashi slipped them southward with a ghosting of scarred fingertips along
Iruka's hipbone.

Warm lips and softly nibbling teeth trailed a damp trail
down Iruka's neck and chest until finally, Kakashi paused at one dark nipple so
he could mirror Iruka's earlier actions. A knowing smirk curved those pale lips
as that dark eye ran up the length of Iruka's body to meet that flushed visage
in unabashed and shameless sensuality. "If you want I'll be more than
happy to teach you some of the things two men can do. Of course you'll be corrupted
and stripped of all virtue but I can tell you from experience that it's well
worth it." There was the cool trailing of fingertips along the sensitive
skin of Iruka's inner thigh now.

Iruka moaned softly as his breathing became light panting.
He certainly did like to be teased this way. It wasn't something he'd
experienced much with women, as the women he met tended not to be so attentive
to a male body, perhaps assuming that he would not need nor desire extensive
foreplay. But he rather enjoyed dragging the delicious torture out.

"Mmm, will you still want me when I'm just as corrupted as you are?"
he teased. His back arched slightly, lifting his hips toward Kakashi's
wandering hand. "Well, I'll *try* to be a good student, but if I recall, I
had a tendency to piss my previous teachers off..."

Kakashi chuckled low and rich in his throat as he watched
how Iruka squirmed beneath his attentions. The jounin, it would seem, paid as
much meticulous attention to detail as he was known to use in most portions of
his life. Kakashi always knew what time it was; he simply decided to ignore it.
And he began the slow and careful job of learning just what caresses and
touches would make Iruka melt, what kisses would have him sighing with pleasure
and squirming delightfully beneath his attentions.

"Yes, I'll find you desirable even then. Probably more
so since I won't have to worry about corrupting a sweet and innocent
schoolteacher like yourself all over again." This was murmured against
Iruka's ribs as Kakashi's lips traced each and every hollow of his ribcage with
warm swipes of his tongue and cool breaths of air across damp flesh. Those pale
hands arranged Iruka's legs so that he could settle between them as he moved
further southward and his belly was currently nestling the chuunin's groin in
the curve of his stomach so that each breath had his body rising and falling
with each movement in a deliciously light and delicately controlled friction.
"And if you're truly that taxing a student, I'm sure I can think of something
to do with you to bring you back in line...."

Iruka closed his eyes and arched his back again, causing his
erection to rub against Kakashi's firm stomach, as he let out a heated moan.
"Nnh, you're such a fucking tease..." he groaned. He'd been trying to
control his reactions to the cumulative effect of Kakashi's slow, barely there
touching and kissing, but it was becoming difficult. He chuckled and, thinking
of the dog that Kakashi had stuck him with recently, murmured breathlessly and
perhaps a bit mindlessly, "I'm sure you've got a collar and leash lying
around here for one of your dogs..."

"You wanted me to show you...." That taunting
reply came with a soft breath of air across damp skin as he nibbled at Iruka's
navel in a playful manner, his teeth nipping and scraping the flat plane of the
other man's stomach with careful deliberateness. He continued to slide
downwards and farther down as his fingers skimmed along the insides of
Iruka's thighs once more until they finally ghosted along the soft skin of the
others erection. Even now he was playful and teasing in his movements and the
tickling of those spiky silver-strands along Iruka's stomach probably wasn't
helping much.

The chuunin's absently uttered words had a brow slowly
rising then as Kakashi looked up at the man's face, a measuring look filling
that handsome visage as his fingers curled about Iruka's erection now, lightly
squeezing the flesh there tauntingly. "Well probably but then I'd have to
move...." Kakashi's voice was a bit breathy himself now, a hint of his
impatience getting the better of him as he slowly started to stroke the
chuunin.

Iruka let out a needy moan as the silver-haired man stroked
him. "Unnhh... god...Kakashi..." He stroked his fingers over the
older man's face, tracing his lips and dipping his fingertips into his mouth.
"I...ahh...don't think I can wait much longer..." He needed
*something* to happen. Hopefully he'd have more than this one chance to explore
all that he and Kakashi had to offer each other, but right now he was too
desperate for release. And really, Kakashi had barely touched him at all,
teasing him the entire time with feather-light touches and kisses. But somehow
it was enough to nearly drive him insane. "I need you..." he whined
softly. He didn't know what that might involve, but he didn't think it mattered
much who did what to whom at this point.

Those pale fingers continued to move skillfully
along Iruka's length, the slightly rough touch of calloused fingers a startling
contrast to the warmth silkiness of Iruka's skin. Kakashi was careful to not
hurt the chuunin as his grip tightened lightly but the man knew that without
lubrication, then this could get damned uncomfortable real quick.

"Damn. I am going to have to move." A
mournful sigh could be heard as Kakashi's head lowered to lap at the tip of
Iruka's erection, his tongue darting out to delicately lick the flesh there
with all the primness of a cat. "How far do you want to take this, Iruka?
Because we could just finish this right here and now for you." And he had
no problems with bringing the dark-haired man to completion with his mouth
either.

Iruka squirmed on the bed, scarcely remembering
to breathe as Kakashi's tongue teased his cock, making it twitch.
"Nnhhh...I want everything you can give me," he panted. "I want
you in me...or the other way around, I don't know...you're just driving me
insane." He buried a hand in Kakashi's soft hair and clutched at the bed
coverings with his other hand. He bit his lip and lifted his hips, his legs
spreading seemingly of their own accord. "Dammit," he hissed, then
spoke up a bit, "Please, just...I need more than this teasing.
Please."

"Very well..." Kakashi considered
himself a disciplined man, a controlled man, but even he felt a tad unstable
and shaky as he watched Iruka squirm and move oh so shamelessly atop his bed.
Watching every move and reaction of the chuunin was downright breath taking and
fascinating to Kakashi and with a genuine sigh of regret, he finally pulled
away and crawled off the bed to disappear into the bathroom.

The pale line of his back greeted Iruka as that
lithely muscled man moved slightly stiffly and uncomfortably towards the small
bathroom that had been fitted into his cubbyhole of an apartment. While Kakashi
didn't keep jars of flavored lube just lying around, he did have a bottle that
would suffice for whatever might come and he walked back towards the bed and
eyed Iruka with a hungry look on his face. And from the front, it was obvious
that he was just as excited and aroused by all this as Iruka.

Iruka bit his lip as he watched Kakashi's every
movement. As the pale man neared the bed, Iruka scooted to the edge of the bed
and sat up, grabbing Kakashi's hips once he was in range and guiding him
closer. He looked up at Kakashi through the curtain of his hair as he leaned
down just enough to slide his tongue all the way up Kakashi's erection from
base to tip. This too was new to him, and he was a bit startled by the flavor
of the drips of fluid he tasted on the flushed skin. He lightly grasped the
base of Kakashi's cock and lapped at the tip, urging more salty fluid from the
tiny slit. He moaned softly as he sucked the head into his mouth.

Well
that had not been what Kakashi had been planning on as Iruka sat-up and the
feeling of that moist tongue lapping at his erection nearly had Kakashi's knees
buckling as a sharp gasp was pulled from his throat. The jounin was actually
shaking a bit as the lube fell from nerveless fingers to fall to the bed as
Kakashi grabbed onto Iruka's shoulders for balance. A look of bliss overcame
that handsome visage and the chuunin was rewarded with a moan as Kakashi found
liquid pleasure pooling in his stomach and groin. A desperate hand buried
itself in Iruka's hair as more whimpers of pleasure and the occasional groan
was heard from the silver-haired man. Dark lashes fluttered across Kakashi's
cheeks and he looked to be lost in his own personal world of delight for a
moment as Iruka's unskilled but enthusiastic mouth went to work on stealing
what little thoughts he had left in his brain.

Iruka
was pleasantly surprised to see that perhaps the tables had turned. He
continued to watch Kakashi's face as he slowly lowered his head to take in more
of the firm flesh. He didn't expect that he would have any particular clue as
to what he was doing, but it seemed to be good enough for Kakashi. He raised
his hands to grasp and knead the soft flesh of Kakashi's ass, pulling him
closer in the process. He moaned around Kakashi's hard length and slipped
fingertips between pale cheeks, lightly teasing along the valley in between. He
really didn't think he had a preference on position, and figured he'd go along
with whatever Kakashi was comfortable with.

At this
point, Kakashi didn't care what position he ended up in because Iruka had
managed to snap what little control he still had left and he could feel it
filtering through his fingers like silt. "M-mngh...s-stop..." Came
that gasped and desperate plea for reprieve as Kakashi tried to force himself
to move and to break away from that delightfully warm and moist mouth.

A quiet moan was heard as the jounin felt the
brush of Iruka's fingers along the cleft of his ass and the silver-haired man
sluggishly wondered if Iruka would be more comfortable topping him this time.
Kakashi wanted the chuunin to enjoy it and there was no denying that if he
bottomed, then there would be pain involved and that worried the jounin because
he didn't want Iruka's first time with a man to be a disappointment. Ironic
really that the man who made it a habit to not care what others thought was
suddenly desperate to make sure Iruka's opinion of sex between men was a good
one.

Iruka pulled away, gasping for air, and stared
up at Kakashi looking dazed for a few moments before suddenly grinning.
"Heh, sorry, I guess I got carried away." He moved back to lie on his
side on the bed, hair strewn over a pillow, and curious eyes still following
Kakashi's every move. "You're just amazingly sexy," he breathed, idly
rubbing a hand over his own belly. That hand strayed south a bit to give his
erection a quick squeeze before moving back up to his abdomen. "Tell me
what to do, sensei."

Watching Iruka settle back into his bed and
touching himself had a whimper rising in Kakashi's throat. The sight was without
a doubt the most erotic thing he'd probably ever seen in his entire life (and
this included the illustrated Icha Icha Volumes) and the jounin's knees
actually gave out on him this time. Thankfully the bed was there to catch him
and this he looked slightly more graceful as he fell to his hands and knees
straddling Iruka's body with a pant of desire.

"I want you more than my next breath."
That honest and dazed murmur fell from Kakashi's lips as he watched the tanned
man hungrily. "I don't want to hurt you and it is going to hurt the first
few times." Kakashi's hand moved to cup Iruka's balls, those pale fingers
brushing tanned as he reached to lightly play with those warm testicles.
"I want you to feel nothing but pleasure tonight." Kakashi knew all
too well and from personal experience that your first anything shouldn't be
filled with pain or fear and he wanted things to be perfect for Iruka.

Iruka's eyes fluttered shut and he whimpered at
the combined cocktail of Kakashi's touch in such a sensitive area, and his
impassioned words. He opened his eyes halfway and managed to pant out, "It
won't hurt you?" He wiggled on the bed, finally shying away from Kakashi's
exploring hand for the moment. "Nnh, I think I need a moment to calm down,"
he chuckled sheepishly.

"Not as much as it would hurt you."
Kakashi smirked playfully and dropped a few kisses to Iruka's ribs as the
darker man started to squirm away and the jounin let him go. He'd gone into
this not believing this was Iruka, not daring to hope that the person he'd been
secretly lusting after for a while was now here within arms reach. Now that he
had him, Kakashi didn't want to screw things up by pushing the chuunin too much
so he moved to stretch out on his side beside Iruka with a tender smile as his hand
moved in soothing strokes down the other's arm and shoulder. "Take all the
time you need." Kakashi had not thought himself capable of taking any more
time but he found the strength to rein in his desires all the same.

Iruka smiled shyly at Kakashi's patience.
"You probably think I have some sort of split-personality disorder,"
he mused with a soft laugh. "I just..." He took a deep breath and let
it out slowly. "I just need to come down a bit so that this doesn't end
too soon," he explained with a wry smile. "I think you're melting my
brain." He ran a soothing hand up and down Kakashi's back and leaned close
to give him a sweet, brief kiss.

Iruka's nervousness and lack of self-assurance
in the bedroom was kind of cute really, especially since Kakashi knew how firm
and confident the man could be in other areas of his life. "It's fine. I'm
going to find you sexy no matter what you do." He chuckled softly and just
settled there to lightly pet and stroke the other much like he would a cat as
he waited for Iruka to calm down. The break had been a good idea actually since
it gave the both of them the chance to settle down calm themselves without fear
of loosing control too quickly.

After a few minutes of lying calmly with
Kakashi, Iruka let his softly stroking hand drift down further, to grab
Kakashi's ass again. He smiled slyly at the older man and kissed him again.
"Mmm, I think I've got myself under control now. Now, what do you need me
to do?"

When Iruka moved once more to stroke Kakashi's
ass, the jounin didn't resist and pushed into that caress with a purr.
"First you need to get the lubrication and coat your fingers." Dear
Gods�Kakashi wasn't sure he'd be able to last because the thought of
instructing Iruka on what to do, on how to make love to his body, was
surprisingly and unexpectedly erotic to the jounin and he felt himself harden
once more until he was painfully erect and trembling with anticipation.

Kakashi's instructions seemed to be having the
same sort of effect of Iruka as well. He moaned softly and did as directed,
thoroughly soaking three fingers, though not entirely sure if that was
necessary. Even though he'd been the one to "punish" Kakashi earlier,
this little lesson, practical as it was, somehow seemed to promise even more
fuel for his desire.

He waited for Kakashi to get himself into
whatever position he was comfortable with and purred, "God, WHY do you get
me so hot, with no effort at all?" Even though he'd felt drawn to Kakashi
even before tonight, he found himself a bit overwhelmed by the obvious
chemistry between the two of them. Where did such a connection come from? He
thought it odd, illogical, but enjoyed it nonetheless.

Kakashi was a bit uncertain as to what position would be
easiest and finally settled for rolling onto his stomach and rising to his
hands and knees. That still slightly pink ass hung in the air then, the
handprints from Iruka's treatment having yet to fade from that almost
translucently pale skin. "Okay�so now you stretch me. Start with one
finger and be sure to get everything moist and well lubed." Kakashi's
shoulders shook a bit as he shot a hot look over one scarred shoulder to smirk
at Iruka in that maddening manner of his. "Word of advice, you can never
use enough lube." Kakashi idly wondered if this meant he now counted as
the 'sensei' here�ugh�stop thinking like that. He knew he was likely to just
lose it the moment Iruka touched him at the rate he was going!

Iruka breathed deeply as he tried to mentally prepare
himself for his assigned duty. He fervently hoped not to do anything wrong. He
knelt near Kakashi's back end and pulled the cheeks apart, feeling around for
the spot he could sink his fingers into. Once he found it, he pressed gently
with one finger...and quickly realized 'gentle' was not going to cut it.

Telling himself to calm down, and that he wasn't the one who
should be worried or nervous right now, he pushed a bit harder, gasping when
his finger slid in. He slowly pushed in as far as he could, stroking Kakashi's
back soothingly with his other hand.

Experience had Kakashi ready and prepared for the sudden
invasion of Iruka's finger in his backside and thus he was able to relax with
little resistance whatsoever. That single digit was nothing compared to what
was to come and Kakashi simply closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy the
soothing caress of Iruka's other hand as he tried to ease the way a bit more.

Iruka moved the one finger in and out for a while, before
pulling it out and crossing two fingers, then prodding at the slightly stretched
entrance again. "Are you ready for more?" he asked.

The younger man showed his typical sensitivity and
carefulness in even this it would seem, and when the query for more came,
Kakashi opened his eye enough to offer the chuunin a lazy smile and a faint
nod. "You're doing great�."

Iruka smiled reassuringly, though he doubted the older man
really needed reassurance. He pushed his entwined fingers inside, then spread
them apart as he pushed deeper into Kakashi's hot passage. A quiet part of his
mind thought the whole situation was a bit insane...but this was not the first
time he'd had the fleeting thought that sex was really an absurd concept, only
made more absurd by how much pleasure and need could actually be wrapped up in
it. Hm, why was he getting so philosophical at a time like this?

Sweat began to gather between Kakashi's shoulder blades, the
only indication of his anxiety as he knelt there in his now rumpled bedding.
The sensation of Iruka's fingers within him was a painful pleasure as the
chuunin moved his fingers outwards in a scissoring motion and slowly stretched
that passage.

A few times, those searching fingers innocently came oh so
close to his prostate and Kakashi had to fight the urge to squirm as paradise
was held just within reach but he couldn't quite touch it. It burned a bit but
Kakashi had endured far worse and thus he kept all complaints to himself as he
relaxed and remained passive beneath Iruka's attentions. He stretched and
thrusted gently with his two fingers for a bit longer before asking, "One
more? Or...?"

"A little bit more�aim up a little bit more and you'll
have me screaming by the way." His smirking smile was a bit faded and not
quite as sharp and playful as normal though judging from the fact that he was
still mostly hard, Kakashi wasn't completely miserable in all this.

Iruka raised an eyebrow, wondering if Kakashi was feeling
okay. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"A�A little�it's been a while�" Kakashi wasn't
going to outright lie because for once, he didn't want to hide anything. It
would only be cruel to Iruka if he did lie to the chuunin and say everything
was all peachy keen and that this didn't hurt. "It's okay though because
it'll feel good�really�really good soon enough."

Iruka slipped his two fingers out and added more lube to his
fingers, then pressed three slippery fingers in slowly and steadily.

That strained smile turned a bit misty as a distant look
appeared in Kakashi's eye and when Iruka pulled his fingers out, a faint
grimace could be heard, though whether it was from lack of stimulation or
because the intruding digits had been removed was uncertain. As the three
fingers were slickly slid back in, Kakashi couldn't quite hold back his slight
grunt of pain and the grimace that crossed his face.

Aim up...Iruka presumed Kakashi was referring to his
prostate...he was a teacher after all, and knew basic anatomy, but hadn't
personally experienced any direct stimulation to his own prostate. That, of
course, made him curious...and he wanted to take Kakashi's mind off of any
potential pain, make him feel good. Now things were getting a bit uncomfortable
for Kakashi, though he knew that it had to be done so that what was yet to come
would be easier on the both of them.

Iruka pressed in harder with his fingers, curling his
fingers back toward himself slightly. Then he felt what he was looking for and
smiled a bit. He angled his fingers a bit more to directly press against the
gland, interested to see Kakashi's reaction.

The jounin's head fell forward the muscles of Kakashi's neck
corded a bit in tension only to snap up again with a cry as Iruka found his
prostate. That pale back arched a bit as Kakashi's ass twitched around Iruka's
fingers. He knew he should have been expecting it, but that had been a pleasantly
wonderful surprise all the same. "Mnngh�good�."

"Nnnh god, I like how you sound," Iruka moaned. He
continued to move his fingers carefully, stretching tense muscles. "Let me
know when you're ready, ne?" He leaned over and kissed his way along
Kakashi's back, hoping to relax the older man as much as possible.
"Kakashi, I want to see you,� he murmured. "Would that be okay?"
He thought that perhaps Kakashi had chosen this position because it would be
the most comfortable, and while it had a certain erotic appeal to take him from
behind, Iruka did prefer to see the older man's face, especially this first
time. He wanted to see that Kakashi was enjoying himself.

Kakashi made another sound as Iruka continued to prepare him
and the jounin could feel the spark of impatience begin to light within himself
as well. Iruka's soft kisses and attempts at soothing him were working however
and he slowly started to relax as that soft plea came. A tender smile curved
Kakashi's lips at those soft words and when Iruka's wandering lips moved enough
for him to reach him, he craned his neck around and captured the chuunin's in a
soft kiss. "I'm ready�."

He wouldn't mind seeing Iruka either, so he moved and
squirmed his way away from that hand and moved so that he was lying out on his
back. Those silver locks spilled across his pillow, his still askew forehead
protector shifting slightly as that dark and lust-filled eye watched Iruka.
"Come here...." He drew him down for another kiss.

Iruka smiled serenely, though his body was far from relaxed,
and stretched out over Kakashi's body, lying on top of him with no hesitation
and kissing him sweetly. Pale fingers tangled in dark strands of hair as
Kakashi kissed him sweetly and longingly for a moment while both situated
themselves for what was to come. Iruka pulled back slightly to kiss the
silver-haired man's cheek while he gently pushed his legs apart. At least the
position was familiar, if nothing else was. That made him feel a little better
about the situation.

He rubbed the tip of his swollen erection against Kakashi's
stretched entrance, pressing in ever so slightly. "Are you ready?" he
whispered, because even now he couldn't turn off his concern for others.
Especially now. He was completely amazed and thankful for what Kakashi was
allowing him, and he wanted to make damn sure Kakashi appreciated it too. He
pushed forward till just the head was inside, testing it out. He could tell
already that it would be a tight fit, could feel Kakashi's inner heat, and
hoped he could last for at least a few minutes.

Kakashi raised his legs a bit so the angle was better and
nodded slowly. "I'm ready." The smile he offered Iruka was sweet and
tender as the chuunin started to push himself in. The heat and pressure there
was spectacular even with Iruka's careful preparations and despite himself, the
skin around that single dark eye tightened a bit. It was painful, there was no
way around it but it was a pain Kakashi could endure because he'd endured far
worse. "Just do it, Iruka." Came that slightly strained command then
as Kakashi tried to fight back a grimace and fought to keep that smile on his
face.

Iruka gave the other man a slightly worried look, seeing his
attempts at hiding his pain. Iruka was very good at reading other people. But
he figured there was no way around hurting him a little, but he could do his
best to make sure it felt good as well. He just hoped he could do that. He
leaned down and kissed Kakashi deeply as he pushed in as far as he could go. He
could feel Kakashi tensing up and broke the wet kiss to whisper, "I want
to make you feel good...uunnhh shit, Kakashi, you are so damn tight..." He
wondered if Kakashi had actually taken this position before.

The distraction of the kiss was a welcome one as Iruka
pushed his way fully in and the moan rising in Kakashi's throat echoed between
them and that pale form arched up slightly beneath the sensations. Kakashi's
heart wasn't quite in the kiss and Iruka could tell his rhythm was off just a
bit as tongues and lips tangled in that heated kiss. That had hurt but Kakashi
willed himself to relax and just feel for now as Iruka filled him fully and
those slender fingers curled and tangled amongst Iruka's hair as Kakashi leaned
back into the bed and maneuvered his body so that his legs were angled in such
a way that the resistance was minimal. "You�you're doing fine�doing a
great job there, Iruka." His voice was a bit more breathy then normal, a
slightly pained twinge unmistakable in his tone though he still managed a
sweetly encouraging smile.

Iruka sighed heavily and gave the other man a mournful look.
"I'm hurting you," he murmured regretfully. He did his best to stay
still, to hopefully let Kakashi adjust more before he added any movement. After
a few moments, he reached down one with hand to wrap his fingers around
Kakashi's flagging erection, stroking him tenderly while he used his other arm
for balance. "I want this to be good for *both* of us," he murmured,
then kissed the other man again. He kissed Kakashi slowly and tenderly, using
his tongue to caress the other's lips and tongue, and slightly tightened his
grip on Kakashi's length, trying to wring some pleasure from the pained man.

A lecherous grin curved Kakashi's lips, the expression more
real than that ghost of a smirk he'd offered Iruka before. "Don't worry,
it will be I promise." He chuckled softly and his eye slowly slipped shut
in pleasure as Iruka stroked his erection back to life and a low moan could be
heard as the pleasure mingled with the slowly fading pain of entry.

"It'll be good, I promise, just give it a little
time." And Iruka got the pleasure he wanted from the other man because
Kakashi's ability to mask what he was feeling was obviously a bit compromised
considering the situation and the other man wrapped his legs around the chuunin
and pulled him closer with a gasp as those pale hands began to roam and explore
Iruka's chest and shoulders encouragingly.

"There...come on now don't keep me waiting
here...." Another teasing grin as he tried to convince Iruka he was fine
and silently willed the other man to move as his hips shifted and rocked to
stir the other's length within him.

Iruka bit his lip and pulled back about halfway, wanting to
start with slow, easy thrusts. He pressed back in as gently as he could and let
out a held breath with a low moan. Once he was again seated fully inside the
other man, he stayed there, rocking his hips just slightly, causing friction
but not exactly thrusting for the moment. Then he pulled out again, a little
further this time, and pressed in just as gently as before.

Soon he'd established a steady, careful pace, lingering and
grinding his hips into Kakashi at the end of every other thrust inside. It was
different than being with a woman in subtle ways...the tightness was like nothing
he'd experienced, and didn't stretch and adapt as readily. But Iruka was
attracted to the more obvious differences, namely the hard body beneath him,
not to mention the hard cock in his hand.

A groaning moan as Iruka began to move and Kakashi's hands
fell to claw at the bedding in what was obviously more than pain and that pale
form moved and shifted with the chuunin's in the wake of each thrust. Soon
enough, Kakashi had adjusted enough that he was moving with Iruka and while the
tightness and pressure around the other man had not lessened much, the jounin
seemed to remember some forgotten rhythm and was now able to keep up with Iruka
thrust for thrust.

He had not been kidding when he'd said it had been a while
for him because it had been a while since he'd bottomed for anyone. The
encouraging and pleased noises Kakashi was making as Iruka stroked his erection
should have told the chuunin that he was doing a good job of pleasing his
partner, though the angle was not quite right to reach the prostate. It was
nice all the same, if only because Kakashi could take a secret pleasure in the
fluttering of expressions across Iruka's face as he watched pleasure fill the
chuunin's face. There was a heady sort of high in knowing you could cause your
partner such pleasure.

Iruka bit his lip and then let out a long moan as he grabbed
Kakashi's hips and lifted them, changing his angle of penetration. "Uhhn,
Kakashi...I can't..." He knew suddenly that he couldn't stand to be so
careful and hesitant anymore. "Too much...ahhh...too much teasing, god I
need you..." he breathed out, thrusting in hard. Suddenly he was setting a
harder, faster pace, praying it wouldn't be too painful for Kakashi...but he
simply could not wait anymore. "Ahh GOD..."

Kakashi moaned loudly then as Iruka shifted his thrust and
white-hot pleasure suddenly sparked through him, making him blind with pleasure
for a moment as that surprised cry rose in the air. Fingers tightened in the
bedding, fingers clawing at the blankets as Kakashi thrust to meet each of
Iruka's movements now as the pleasure began to build and the chuunin could
plainly see the ecstasy on his lover's face as Kakashi desperately tried to
keep up with Iruka as he made his own encouraging and pleasured sounds.
"Mnngh�Iruka�" His name was a tattered moan on Kakashi's lips as he
tried to remember the fact that he was supposed to breathe.

Iruka was by now moaning continuously, forcing his eyes open
so he could watch Kakashi's every move and expression. "Ahh you're so
fucking hot," he growled. He leaned down, panting and moaning, and pulled
Kakashi's hands free of the bed, guiding them to his own body, encouraging
Kakashi to hold onto him instead of the bed. He wanted to feel as many
different sensations as possible right now. "Oh god Kakashi, I-hnnnn...I
don't think I can last m-much longer..." he gasped out.

Kakashi doubted he'd be able to last much longer either and
those pale fingers closed tightly around Iruka's shoulders as the jounin lost
himself completely in the ecstasy of the moment. It was unusual to see the
normally calm and collected jounin moaning and flailing so out of control but
even he could be lost in the moment apparently, because he just moaned louder
as Iruka whispered those words. His arms tightened around the chuunin's neck so
he could pull the other in for another passionate kiss with a desperate tangle
of limbs and tongue as that pale form rocked and pushed against the darker body
as both men neared their release. "Iruka..." A soft panting of the man's
name, a low groan as that dazed dark eye fluttered open so he could watch his
new lover's every expression as he reached completion.

Iruka watched Kakashi with barely open, drugged eyes,
panting against his lips and in his mouth. "Ahh...ahhh...oh god oh
god..." he whimpered, pulling at Kakashi's hair. He leaned down and bit
perhaps a little too hard at the pale skin of the other's throat. Suddenly he
pushed his upper body up so he could concentrate all his strength into his
thrusts. He moaned and whimpered incoherently as his body tensed all over, then
gasped and cried out his lover's name as his climax ripped through him, causing
his entire body to quake.

Sweat had those silver locks clinging to Kakashi�s cheeks
and neck, his forehead protector by how having been almost completely knocked
askew in their frantic movements and pale fingers slid slickly across Iruka's
shoulders as Kakashi found it hard to find any purchase on that golden skin.
His nails were thankfully too short to leave any real damage but a low animalistic
growl of desire was heard as the jounin felt his hair displaced by Iruka's
fingers. "More..." He demanded quietly and moaned loudly as teeth bit
sharply into the pale skin of his throat.

That was about all Kakashi could stand however and as Iruka
thrust into him with those last few furious movements, the chuunin's name was
cried out hoarsely as Kakashi found his own release with a sharp tightening of
fingers across golden flesh and the almost painfully stiff arching of that
moonpale body. Seed spilled between them with each thrust and pounding rhythm
of hard and lean bodies. �I...ru....k..." He couldn't even finish the name
as his breath choked in his throat and made it impossible to concentrate on
anything but the pleasure riding through him.

Iruka's
wordless cries slowly quieted down to moans, but still signaled every
exhalation. "Nnnnh...Kakashi..." he whimpered, sliding bonelessly to
lie atop his partner. He tiredly, weakly clung to Kakashi and nuzzled his nose
against his neck, kissing the red mark he'd just left there. "That was so
good," he sighed, sprinkling kisses along his chin and jaw, anywhere he
could reach without having to exert too much energy. "You're
amazing."

Kakashi felt as weak as a day-old kitten there for a
long moment and as Iruka slowly lowered to lay bonelessly atop him, the jounin
tried to convince his lax and tired muscles to move enough to wrap his shaking
arms around Iruka. He was quiet for a long moment, preferring to catch his
breath and just slide down from the natural-high of his orgasm first before
cracking open that dark eye and the now mostly uncovered Sharingan eye to peer
up at the exhausted chuunin with a tired smile.

"You were great...are you sure that was your first
time, Iruka-sensei?" Playful amusement slowly wormed its way back into his
voice as the furious staccato of his heart began to gradually slow down. The
skin of his neck was pink and annoyed looking from the bite but Kakashi didn't
seem inclined to complain in the slightest as he lazily stroked his fingers
along the smooth line of Iruka's skin. "You're so sexy..."

Iruka
smiled shyly and blushed with a bit of embarrassment. "Well, it wasn't so
different from anything I've done before, in some ways...except that it was
better." He snuggled into Kakashi's neck again, his slowly softening cock
still nestled inside the older man's relaxed passage. "Ngh, I don't want
to move...at all..."

That compliment had a pleased little purr rising in
Kakashi's throat and he nestled his chin atop Iruka's head in a tender manner
for a sweet and lingering moment of post-coital bliss. With a disgusted noise,
the jounin finally tugged his forehead protector completely off and tossed it
lazily across the room so that it clattered against the wall with a clink of
metal hitting sheetrock.

"As tempting as it is to stay here, unless you want to
wake up cemented to my belly we need to clean up." Pale lips curved up in
a tired yet still wolfishly amused smile as Kakashi�s hands stroked down to
knead at Iruka's rear in a playful manner. "So you enjoyed it right?"
Was that a hint of uncertainty in Kakashi's voice? In the voice of the cool and
collected Copy-nin of Konoha? The world was going to end if he sounded bashful,
dammit! "We need to move..." The groan coming from Kakashi's throat
and rumbling in his chest was similar to the groans his dogs made when he
forced them to get up and actually work for their food.

Iruka laughed at Kakashi's sounds of annoyance, but then
eyed the other man contemplatively. Then he took his face in both hands and
kissed him slowly. "Yes, of course I enjoyed it. More than anything I've
experienced before, I have to admit. Thank you."

"Such a way with words." He was too tired to preen
but he smiled, pleased and happy all the same and kissed Iruka back languidly
with banked passion now, for the edge had been taken off and now all that was
left was a glowing warmth and tender affection. The scrape of those scarred
fingertips as they rose to cup over Iruka's placed warmth against golden skin
as the milky paleness of Kakashi's hands glowed against the warm honey of
Iruka's. His thumbs ghosted across the tops of those slender hands as that kiss
drew out for a breathless moment before the need for air finally drove them
apart. "Get up, Iruka-sensei. We need to take a shower because otherwise
we're both going to be feeling rather foul in a few hours..."

Iruka laughed and finally pulled slowly out of Kakashi's
body, sliding through the warm pool he'd left inside. Kakashi grunted softly as
Iruka finally pulled completely free of his body and rolled off of him. It took
the jounin a moment to adjust before a lazy smirk crossed his lips once more
and he rolled to face the other with the same amount of tired laziness that
Iruka demonstrated.

"You liked it too, right?" Iruka murmured.

"Loved it, can't think of a better way to spend a
night." That flippant and playful remark came as Kakashi grinned
impishly at the chuunin.

Iruka lay there for a few more moments before struggling to
stand and then grabbed Kakashi's hands to pull him up. Kakashi groaned to
himself and snuggled into the bed, completely going against what he'd said
earlier about having to get up. He put up the childish act for a few more
moments but finally rolled stiffly and followed Iruka into the bathroom. Iruka
held onto Kakashi's hand even as he led the jounin to his own bathroom, which
Iruka had seen him go to earlier.

Iruka smiled but rolled his eyes at the other man as they
went to clean up. He stopped at the door to the bathroom and turned to kiss
Kakashi, wrapping his arms around his waist. "Next time, you can put me on
a leash and have your way with me." He grinned as he saw Kakashi's eyes,
both of them, widen and giggled to himself as he turned to start the shower.

It was a good night.
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