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Welcome Home 5.26.2011	By : jaded_priceless Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 2581 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Welcome Home 5.26.2011
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He felt the excess chakra as soon as he opened the door. Kakashi set the gifts he’d brought back on the coffee table and picked up a kunai in their place. The muffled sounds grew louder as he made his way through the dark to the source of the disturbance.

Both of their pillows were propped against the headboard. Iruka reclined against them, a pale thigh across both shoulders; a dick in his mouth while he fingered another man. He sucked harder taking him in deeper and working the digits faster; his gaze squarely on the man in the doorway.

Kakashi knew Iruka wasn’t completely celibate when he was away. Hell, he wasn’t completely celibate when he was on mission. So far the arrangement suited them perfectly. He never expected to rush home early to catch the last few hours of Iruka’s birthday and find this in their bed.

He followed Iruka’s other hand as it caressed a strong thigh, pinched a taut buttock, slid down a scarred back and fisted thick mass of unruly silver hair; yanking hard enough for Kakashi to see whose mouth he was fucking and whose digits were buried inside him. The man lifted an eyebrow when his bi-colored eyes locked with Kakashi’s. Kakashi lifted his headband to record the moment when he saw his tongue darting out to lick the erection still thrusting against his lips.

“Don’t you’ll ruin it,” a husky voice instructed.

Kakashi stepped farther in the room and peered around the dresser. Iruka, the real Iruka, was in the armchair his face furrowed in concentration. The white wife beater he always slept in was drenched in sweat and completely see-through. His left hand gently fondled his balls, then wrapped around his swollen shaft and slowly moved upwards. His blue boxers briefs still clung to his hips even though they were pulled low enough for Kakashi to see a tan middle finger teasing the twitching entrance with every down stroke.

A soft curse behind him made him turn his gaze from Iruka to the mirror beside him. The pasty hips were bucking wildly; scarred hands gripped the ankles in front of him for leverage as he rode the mouth beneath him. His head rolled to the side coming to rest on the thigh he’d just bitten before completely stilling and showing Kakashi an all too familiar satisfied expression. That Iruka’s hands were lifting the other’s lower half from his face.

“I didn’t know clones could to that” Kakashi muttered as he watched the thick stream of cum and spit trailing from the swollen lips to the cock they’d just finished sucking.

Iruka shrugged and used his other hand, the one that wasn’t where Kakashi really wanted to be, to lift a glass of water from the nightstand beside him. His lips parted slightly cupping the rim of the glass to let the cool liquid slip into his mouth and down his throat. Iruka’s favorite bedroom phrase broke the spell induced by the musical tinkling of the ice when Iruka lowered the glass and licked the remaining water droplets from his lips.

“I win,” the Iruka on the bed announced giving the leaking and twitching head one last swipe before trailing his tongue upward, swirling it across sagging balls, then higher. Kakashi only registered that Iruka’s hands were still wrapped around his hips guiding him into position when that talented large tongue curled into his entrance.

Kakashi’s mouth grew dry and his eyes widened as he watched the way he pushed backwards against the tongue making all kinds of noises he’d only thought were possible after winning one of Gai’s short races of 50 laps around the village. “Do I really…sound…?”

“Yes, Baby. Every. Single. Time.” The Iruka in the corner laughed accentuating each word with a twist of the hand around that magnificent thickness while the one on the bed pulled back, straightened his tongue and rammed it into him showing him exactly how much truth the real Iruka had spoken.

“So noisy,” the one on the bed moaned in between licks and thrust as he used both hands to guide his Kakashi’s head back to his rock hard penis.

Kakashi, the real one, was torn between watching one sexy Iruka debauch his own writhing and whimpering body or the other sexy Iruka debauch himself. The tinkling of the ice made his decision. Iruka had taken another sip of the clear liquid and was now passing the glass to him. His fingers trembled as he slid them over Iruka’s, wrapped them around the glass and brought it to his lips. He barely managed to return the glass when Iruka, the one behind him declared “that’s enough.” The one in front of him was licking the glass where his lips were just on it and taking another sip.

Kakashi raised his head just in time to see himself on all fours, well on his knees and shoulders. His hands were cupping his cheeks, spreading himself for his lover. The kunai he’d completely forgotten he was holding speared the floor the moment he was entered.

Iruka never looked him in the face when he first entered him. This time was no different. He understood why when clone Iruka looked in his eyes with so much raw emotion it scared him. He turned away but not before Kakashi realized sweat wasn’t the only reason Iruka’s eyes glistened when they were fuc-. He corrected himself, they were intimate quite often but he hadn’t fucked Iruka in a long time. The Iruka on the bed stopped kissing his shoulders and neck long enough to voice what Kakashi himself, was thinking.

“Do you have any idea how much I love you?”

They had made several tapes and like most jounin their room was covered in mirrors. He’d watched Iruka take him before and he’d watched himself take Iruka. It was nothing like the scene before him.

“Headband.” Kakashi lowered the hand that was unconsciously reaching to free the sharingan at Iruka’s strict reminder.

He watched himself close his eyes, bury his head in the pillow, arch his back, reach behind him and pull Iruka towards him not caring that someone was on top of him, inside him, a mouth was on his neck a hand caressed his throat, another hand gripped his shoulders pulling him backwards. He raised his head, craning his neck against the man behind him, tilting it to just the right angle and licked his parted lips silently begging the other to kiss him. He was allowing himself to be completely vulnerable and letting another person control him.

The kiss was slow and deep. Both of Iruka’s hands traveled down his body to link with his as he pressed his chest against his back forcing him down the bed. Their tongues and lips never separated even after Iruka maneuvered their right hands between his legs so they could tend to his erection.

Kakashi turned to Iruka, the real one, the one he loved, dumfounded. The other man smiled and nodded in confirmation; his concentration breaking as he watched Kakashi’s, his Kakashi’s, expression.

Kakashi turned his head to the mirror expecting to see himself and his lover, but instead he saw two Iruka’s naked and writhing. He lifted his headband then paused when he remembered.

“Kakashi, eye.” Iruka commanded using the phrase that indicated he wanted Kakashi to use the sharingan to memorize what they were doing.

Iruka’s hands were now gripping the sides of the armchair as he his body arched upwards. He smiled at his lover’s confusion, “I never said you couldn’t look at me with it.”

Kakashi nodded. He fumbled with the headband keeping the eye Obito blessed him with trained on Iruka while his natural eye watched the two in the mirror. Now that he was no longer involved the lovemaking was more frantic and no longer tender.

“Do you have any idea how much we miss you when you’re away?” Both growled as the hollow slap of clone flesh against clone flesh grew more rapid and desperate.

Iruka’s eyes were closed and he was thrusting and biting his lips to keep from moaning as his clones moved faster and faster before screaming in unison and dissipating. He gripped his dick with both hands as the both clones’ orgasms racked his body.

Kakashi cursed, spilling over in his own pants as Iruka’s semen shot to the ceiling.

Both men panted, half lidded gazes locked onto the others face. Iruka was the first to recover. “Welcome home, love.”
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