Icing on the Cake

Note to Xtine:- I am probably twenty-three years old. I may be twenty-four but I keep forgetting.


Icing on the Cake

Summary: Iruka bakes a cake for Naruto but Kakashi uses up all the icing on Iruka. Kakashi/Iruka One-Shot.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto...or Martha Stewart and am not making any money...or any cakes.

Warnings: Yaoi (Male on Male), anal sex, food and rimming (licking of the anus)

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Iruka was always doing something special for his students and if he wasn't out buying little trinkets or gold-stars to award to the over-achievers then he was busy planning end of term parties or arranging field trips and picnic outings.

Kakashi sighed despondently as he flipped through the large 'Festive Cakes and Creative Designs' hard-backed, recipe book that his lover had borrowed from the library.

Even now, the dedicated teacher was baking up a storm in their little kitchen and the room was thick with the heavenly aroma of strawberry batter being browned and baked to perfection. He stole a glance at his little Martha Stewart who was hunched over and diligently watching his creation rise in the oven and Kakashi's uncovered eye trailed over the outline of his pants that hugged his lean thighs and buttocks very nicely.

The alarm on the cooking timer went off and snapped the silver-haired Jounin out of his naughty fantasies while it alerted the dark-haired Chunin that the cake had been in the oven for the required thirty-five minutes. Iruka hummed a jubilant tune as he shut off the oven and removed the eight-inch baking pan and took a whiff of the fresh, golden pastry. He set it aside to cool on a wire-rack and removed his mittens before rolling up his sleeves and stepping over to the counter to resume mixing the bowl of icing.

Kakashi closed the book with a loud flop and rose from his chair to inspect his latest achievement.

Iruka had really put his heart and soul into it this time and Kakashi wasn't surprised because the cake was for Naruto. The boy had finally passed the Chunin Selection exams and Iruka couldn't have been more proud. The Jounin wondered why he didn't just take him to Ichiraku's and treat him to a bowl of ramen but Iruka wanted to do something special, something personal and something from the heart.

Kakashi leaned closer and inhaled deeply of its rich, sweet fragrance and his mouth watered as he gazed longingly at the tiny chunks of real strawberries baked into the bed of brown dough. He'd made the cake entirely from scratch and Kakashi had to admire him for his patience and skill in the kitchen. He couldn't even boil a pot of water without setting off the smoke alarm but Iruka could slap together a hearty breakfast in less than twenty minutes, prepare a turkey dinner with all the trimmings without breaking a sweat and sculpt a four-course meal fit for a king with the presentation and detail one would expect of an Iron Chef.

If what they said was true about 'the way to a man's heart being through his stomach' then Iruka had sped through his road-blocks and knocked down his barricades because Kakashi loved his cooking...among other things.

The taller man stole a glance at the happy, little worker who was evenly stirring the mixture in the plastic bowl with his wooden spoon and he inched forward his hand, ever so slowly, in an attempt to obtain a piece of strawberry for himself.

"Kakashi, don't you dare!" he warned without even having to turn his head. He knew Kakashi very well and whenever the other man was idling in the kitchen with him he had to keep the eyes at the back of his head opened very wide. "I already told you that cake is for Naruto."

Kakashi sighed his defeat. Foiled again. "I know, but can't I just have a little taste?" he asked sweetly while indicating the desired portion by pinching his thumb and forefinger together until there was nary a space visible.

Iruka shook his head. Kakashi would always say he wanted a 'little taste' but he'd always end up breaking off too large a piece then Iruka would end up scolding him for ruining it then Kakashi would end up eating the rest of it since he could no longer present it as a gift and he'd end up having to start all over again. But in the end Kakashi only wound up hurting himself because Iruka would end up having to work late into the night and the Jounin would end up having to go to bed alone and deprived of sex.

"I asked you if you wanted me to bake you a separate cake and you said 'No', remember."

Kakashi sighed again. "I know, but I thought it was going to be chocolate or vanilla I didn't know it was going to be strawberry." His one true weakness besides the Come Come Paradise books.

Kakashi loved strawberries. The tangy, sweet taste always made his head spin and it was one of his favourite comfort foods. He loved them in shakes, he loved them on pancakes, he loved them on ice-cream...he loved them on Iruka.

The other man turned just in time to catch the perverted expression on his pale face and he rolled his eyes and wondered what the kink was thinking about this time. "I'm sorry, it slipped my mind" he admitted apologetically. He knew about Kakashi's love of the red fruits and he only remembered about it after he'd bought the ingredients and was half-way home. "It was just a coincidence that Naruto likes strawberries too."

"Aoh!" he nodded and drooped his shoulders then shoved his hands into his pockets to fight the temptation to rip off large chunks of the soft, floury confection and shove them into his mouth.

Iruka saw the look of disappointment on his lean face and he felt sympathetic towards the other ninja. "Hey, Kakashi!" he suddenly had an idea that might cheer him up. "Why don't you taste this icing for me and tell me what you think."

He pounced on the offer and took the wooden spoon from the out-stretched hand and pulled away his face-mask with the other. Iruka blushed slightly, the colour hard to see through his tanned skin, when he was faced with Kakashi's striking features. Sometimes he forgot just how handsome he truly was since he hid behind his mask all the time and for the life of him, Iruka didn't know why.

Kakashi brought the spoon to his lips and lapped at the pink frosting, letting it melt on his tongue and trickle down the back of his throat. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth a few times as he considered the creamy texture and rich flavor as if he were some connoisseur.

"Well?" asked his shorter lover, tired of the suspense.

"Hmm, it's missing...something."

Kakashi handed back the spoon when he reached out for it and Iruka put the tip into his mouth to sample the icing he'd made. He was so busy discerning it's taste that he didn't hear the gasp that caught in the other man's throat as he took in the erotic sight of the dark-skinned brunette with half the tip of a wooden spoon shoved between his soft lips.

"It tastes alright to me," he mumbled with a shrug of one shoulder. "Maybe you have a cold, Kakashi."

The man in question stepped closer and dipped one long, pale finger into the bowl and before Iruka could berate him for doing something so unhygenic he painted his tanned lips with the pink paste then dipped his head to capture his mouth in a searing kiss.

Iruka gasped as his busy tongue went about removing every sugary drop before slipping between his slightly parted lips to flick against his teeth, tongue and the inner walls of his mouth. He pulled away slowly and Iruka sighed at the loss.

"It's much better now," he admitted with a grin and the shorter man shuddered when he cupped his face and brought his head down again to kiss him roughly this time. He tried to step closer but the bowl of icing was in the way so he broke the kiss yet again and took the container from his lover's shaky hands and rested it carefully on the counter. He'd be needing it shortly.

Kakashi cupped his face with one hand and placed the other on his hip before, once again, claiming another kiss. Iruka sighed contentedly and brought his hands up to wrap them around the column of his neck. The taller ninja snaked his hands behind the teacher's back and went about untying the knots in the apron's strings. It fell noiselessly to the floor and Kakashi then busied himself with removing the blue shirt beneath it.

Iruka stepped back to allow him to lift the article of clothing over his head and his blush returned with full force as the other man took in his naked chest and dusty, brown nipples.

His fingers itched to touch his exposed flesh and his lips tingled in anticipation of tasting his skin but Kakashi fought back those desires because he had something better in mind. His large hands immediately went to Iruka's fly and the brunette supported his arms against the counter behind him and bit his lip and fought back a groan when his pants and boxers were roughly yanked off of his slender legs. He was a little disappointed that his lover was moving so quickly and foregoing foreplay but it had been well over five nights since they were intimate and he supposed Kakashi was eager to release his sexual frustrations.

He gasped when his semi-hard erection sprang free and Kakashi pulled his naked body flush against his clothed one. Iruka shivered when his hands eagerly ran along his back and his fingers dug into the soft flesh of his ass to knead the muscles there. The taller man just watched the lovely expression on his face as he sighed and made the cutest little mewling sounds he'd ever heard. Iruka thrust his hips against the taller man and Kakashi sucked in a sharp breath when his erection brushed against his.

"Kakashi!" he whimpered and lifted one leg to rub his thigh against the other man's.

The platinum-haired Jounin chuckled to himself. Iruka got hot so easily.

He pulled his dark lover to the linoleum floor and removed his final vestiges of clothing which were made up of his socks and Leaf headband then freed his hair from the rubber-band he kept in a high pony-tail. Kakashi splayed the dark strands across the floor and his eyes glazed over as he was presented with Iruka's true beauty because he was quite lovely with his hair down.

He quickly slipped out of his clothes and Iruka's dark eyes never wavered as he watched him undress. Kakashi smiled when he saw the heavy blush manifest on his face and it always fed his ego whenever Iruka admired is body like that. He reached up to procure the bowl of icing one again and coated one index finger before tracing a line around his lover's lips. He kept the bowl within reach by placing it next to the other man's head then lowered his head to kiss him again. Iruka moaned and brought his hands up to fist them in his silver locks and pull him closer, slightly tilting his head to make his job easier.

Their tongues clashed and the friction sent delicious little sparks shooting straight into their loins. Iruka sighed into his mouth and his lover swallowed his warm breath. After removing all of the icing he tried to pull away to apply more but Iruka refused to let him go and the Jounin chuckled and pried his fingers from his hair.

"Kakashi, don't-"

"Shh," he interrupted and placed two fingers against his darling lips. He applied more icing to his finger but instead of painting his lips again he drew a pink line over the long, horizontal scar across the bridge of his nose and Iruka shivered when his tongue retraced the path his finger took and licked away all traces of the frosting.

Kakashi scooped up a generous amount this time and began finger painting his lover's chest and stomach and Iruka moaned and shuddered when he glazed over his shoulder-blades, nipples and belly-button then squirmed when his mouth kissed, lapped and suckled against the gooey substance.

The brunette hissed when his tongue flicked and nibbled against his nipples and he fisted his hands into his light head once again.

"Mmm, Kakashiii," he moaned wantonly and rocked his hips suggestively when his wet tongue darted into his navel to drink the frosting that had pooled in its depths.

He was licked clean before the older man scooped up an overly-generous amount of strawberry icing and liberally applied it to Iruka's hard member and soft testicles. The young man cried out and bucked his hips against the sticky hand forcing Kakashi to apply pressure to his stomach with his free hand to prevent him from moving around too much.

Iruka's breath became high-pitched pants as he watched the silver head descend and that pale hand grip him tightly while his tongue shot out to lap at his rod as if it were a lolly-pop. The sight of his experienced lover stroking his sugar-glazed member with an equally experienced tongue and his smoky, half-lidded eyes that brazenly captured and held his gaze along with the fact that he hadn't been touched this way in a long time brought him very close to the edge.

His fingers tightened painfully against his scalp and he ground his ass into the floor when he felt that warm heat sear through his hard member and his testicles started to tighten. "Nngn, Kakashi, I'm cumming."

The Jounin acted quickly and ceased his stimulations and pinched unbearably hard against the base of his lover's cock, suppressing his orgasm and causing him to groan his exasperation.

Iruka hated it when he did that.

"Kakashi, please let me cum," he begged and tried to push away the hand that was clamped tightly around him.

The older man swatted away his tanned hands and grinned down at him. "Not yet Iruka," he drawled and slapped on another coat of strawberry icing. "You're always so premature, I want to enjoy this a while longer."

He groaned his surrender and spread his legs wider then clutched at his silver locks again when he completely engulfed his hard-on into his warm, wet mouth. Iruka gasped and squirmed wildly beneath him as he suckled on his shaft and swallowed the sweet icing along with his salty pre-cum. His tongue brushed along its thick underside and traced the light-blue vein beneath and trailed upwards then tapped rhythmically against the tiny slit at the top. He took it deeper into his mouth and hummed loudly, sending waves of vibrations along his bronzed length.

Iruka cried out at the promise of another climax but Kakashi stifled that one as well.

"Kakashi, please," the shorter man whined and tossed his head from one side to the next as his body abated but the fire continued to burn hotter. "I want to cum, now!"

He chuckled at his impatience but ignored the request and continued to maintain the firm hold against his penis while he used his other hand to lather his aching testicles and inner thighs. Iruka desperately pleaded with him to let him climax as he teased his twin sacs and nibbled and licked at the sensitive flesh on his legs. The young teacher clamped his eyes shut at the sudden ache in the pit of his stomach as Kakashi prevented him from reaching orgasm for the third time.

" 'Kashi," he gasped and made a desperate effort to remove the hand that held him in a vice-grip.

"What is it?" he asked before tilting his head slightly to suckle the side of his cock before heading lower and taking one candy-coated testicle into his mouth.

"Please hurry, I can't take this anymore."

"Ahh Iruka, you need to develop more stamina," he teased and dipped his fingers into the bowl again to coat the space between his ass cheeks and rub the icing onto his puckered entrance. The younger man moaned and Kakashi pushed his legs back against his chest and instructed him to grip them firmly. Iruka locked his arms around the backs of his knees and blushed profusely as his ass was lifted slightly off the ground and into the air. Kakashi applied more icing before gripping his behind firmly with both hands and spreading his cheeks far apart.

Iruka wailed when his lips and tongue assaulted that area and his face burned redder when his wet tongue probed against the delicate ring of muscle.

"You're...always doing strange things, Kakashi," he panted and the other man made a muffled noise of amusement but continued to suckle at that little hole.

He didn't bother to clean him completely because as much as Iruka complained about him playing with his ass he knew he liked it and he didn't want to have to force back another orgasm just in case it made him ill.

Kakashi reached up to the counter for the tub of margarine and scooped out a large pat into his hand and dipped two fingers into it before slipping them inside Iruka's while coating his erection with the remainder.

He gripped the smaller man by his waist and Iruka released his legs and let them fall against Kakashi's broad shoulders. The advanced ninja prepared himself by the tiny entrance and held his breath as he watched his engorged length disappear inside his lover. The young man cried out at the incredible feeling of being stretched to his limits and arched his back so Kakashi could seat himself deeper inside.

He was so slick, so hot and so tight.

Kakashi exhaled with a shuddering breath when he was sheathed all the way in and he leaned over slowly, taking Iruka's long, tanned legs with him and supporting his torso by placing his elbows on either side of his lover's head.

If Kakashi could say one thing about Iruka, he'd say he was very flexible and Iruka barely felt the stretching of the muscles in his thighs as his knees were pressed into his shoulders.

The man atop him started to move and he leaned his head closer so they could share a long, provocative kiss. Kakashi thrusted in and out of him so easily and his hips began to rock faster as the butter started to warm from the friction and his insides became more slippery.

"It's so good, Kakashi," he panted against his lips.

"Aoh!" he agreed.

Their movements became more frantic and the young Chunin dug his fingers into his lover's scalp while Kakashi increased his tempo and pistoned his hips as he reached between them and stimulated Iruka's weeping cock with long, quick strokes.

He brushed against the other man's prostate once and Iruka's breath hitched in his throat, Kakashi aimed for that spot again causing him to throw back his head against the hard floor but when he continually hit that target the young brunette yelled at the top of his lungs and his body convulsed as he reached his orgasm, shooting his semen across his stomach and Kakashi's chest.

The look of euphoria on his lover's face along with the fact that he was clenching so deliciously tight around his shaft was enough to send Kakashi over the edge and he bit his lip and grunted loudly as his body lost control and slammed into the smaller man over and over again even after he had spilled his seed deep inside him. A pleasurable shudder racked his pale frame and his body stilled its movements just before he collapsed onto the other man, knocking the wind out of his chest.

Kakashi immediately apologized and propped himself up on his elbows again but he didn't withdraw or release Iruka's legs. He gazed down at the man beneath him who lay spent and sated against the now sticky linoleum floor and Iruka blushed slightly when he caught Kakashi staring so intently at him.

He realized he was embarrassing the younger ninja and leaned back to finally free his legs and pull out of him. Kakashi was captivated as he watched the stream of thick semen slip out from that hole that was gradually shrinking back to it's regular size and Iruka hurriedly sat up and clamped his legs tightly together.

Kakashi shot him an annoyed glance and the other man awkwardly brushed a dark lock of hair behind his ear.

It always embarrassed him whenever Kakashi did that.

The older ninja held up the mixing-bowl and frowned when he saw that it was now empty. "It seems I used it all. You'll need to mix more," he stated flatly and ran his finger around the insides to scoop up a few dregs before popping it into his mouth.

"It's no problem," he replied with a shrug. "I can always head over to the store and get more icing sugar to finish the cake before tomorrow."

Kakashi raised an eye brow and shot his lover a mischievous grin.

"Who said anything about the cake."

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