AN: This fic takes place in the same slightly AU world as "Sacrifice," but happens a few years earlier than that one. If you haven't read that fic, the only big
change is that the third hokage died in the Kyuubi attack instead of the fourth.
Pairings: KakashixIruka KakaIru, reference to past MizukixIruka
Warnings: manipulative Mizuki, gullible Iruka, nice Kakashi, language, and explicit KakaIru smut
It was dark by the time Iruka let himself into his apartment. He had traveled straight through, finishing his mission in record time, for him at least, by telling
himself that he would have the entire weekend to recuperate. Sadly, any motivation that little fantasy had inspired in him met a quick death the moment he
flicked on the light and spotted furtive scurrying out of the corner of his eye. The excitement of renting his own place for the first time had faded months ago.
No matter how impeccable and empty he kept his apartment, he couldn't do anything to curb the vermin when they were breeding freely in other parts of the
building. And despite his determination to save his money, he knew he'd be buying more poison tomorrow. Even if he finished his report tonight and turned it
in before the mission room closed, it could be a week or more before it was processed. No, there would be no weekend off for him in the near future, as he'd
known all along.
His frustration and weariness combined messily when he reached the kitchen and found his coffee supply decimated. No one living in this part of the village
bothered to put wards on their doors or windows. Doing so would proclaim that there was something worth protecting inside. He could still place wards on his
cabinets, though. That would at least make it a little harder for his best friend to raid them while he was away. He found a sad little teabag hiding in the back of
the box, and sat at the table to write up his mission report. If he was lucky, he'd get a mission for tomorrow and then he wouldn't be tempted to replace
anything that had been scavenged from his cupboard. That really was the best way to save money, and it would serve Mizuki right to find his pantry empty
except for a hoard of starving roaches the next time he stopped by.
As if summoned by the thought, Iruka heard a poof and then the sound of his refrigerator door opening. He sighed to himself. Not so much as a hello before
the rummaging began. "I'm going to put up a seal so you can't just pop in here like that," he muttered, scowling at his report.
Mizuki snorted and abandoned the empty fridge in favor of smirking down at Iruka. "What's the matter? Was the C-rank mission too much for you?"
"You know it was a B-rank mission," Iruka said, shooting him a reproachful look before turning his attention back to his report.
Iruka kept his eyes down, knowing he couldn't argue with that. All he'd done was deliver a scroll. If the trip hadn't taken him along the boarder of Sound it
would barely have qualified as a C-rank mission. He finished his report and proofread it slowly. Unfortunately, Mizuki didn't take the hint. He had hoped that by
returning in the evening he might miss him. He should have known better. The report was swiped from his hand, and his eyes snapped up. "I was reading that."
"You're done," Mizuki said impatiently, tossing the sheet onto the table. "I'm meeting some of the guys later, so let's hurry this up."
Iruka stared at him, not bothering to hide his exasperation. He couldn't for the life of him figure out why Mizuki was still pushing this. He was acting as if they
hadn't gone through this just a few days ago. "I'm not having sex with you," he said flatly. "Not now, not after your next mission, not ever again. I'm done.
Accept it and move on, please."
"You're still saying that?" Mizuki groaned and shot a disgusted look at the door before reluctantly jerking a chair out to sit in. He leaned his elbows on the
table, giving his most patronizing stare. "You can't just stop because you suck at it. Face it, Iruka, you're addicted. Without that release, your temper starts
flaring and you're hell to be around. That's not as bad as the guys who go psycho without it, but it's pretty damn close. If you're not getting it from me, what are
you going to do? Jerk off from now on?"
"Considering that's the only time I come when I do have sex, yes, I probably will," Iruka muttered.
"Don't be a bitch," Mizuki huffed, rolling his eyes. "We both know you're not satisfied without a cock in your ass. Oh, don't look at me like that. You can play the
prude out there, but I know better. I told you it's nothing to be ashamed of. I know a few guys who prefer it that way. I've even tried it myself. The only reason I
won't do it with you is because you come too fast. It's not my fault you won't wear that ring I offered you."
Iruka bristled, an angry flush rising to his face. "Well excuse me for not wanting to use torture devices during sex. I guess I'm old fashioned that way."
"You're old fashioned in every way, which is why you're such a lousy lay," Mizuki waved dismissively. "If you'd just take a few pointers I could hook you up with
someone. I know Tari's always wanted to break someone in, and he has this senbon technique that could fix half your problems."
"I don't want to be set up with one of your friends, especially him," Iruka snapped. He sure as hell didn't need to be 'broken in' by a would-be interrogation
specialist. He had enough problems without adding that sort of trauma to the list. "What's wrong with you? If I won't let you tie me up, what makes you think I'd
even consider having sex with someone going into T&I? All I want is simple uncomplicated sex with someone who isn't going to complain about every single
thing I do. I can find that on my own."
"Maybe in a whore house," Mizuki scoffed. "You'd have to pay someone to compliment you, and you can't afford it. Even if you could save up enough, you'll
never get hired into the academy if you get a reputation for being so incompetent you have to pay for your sex. We're not genin anymore. A chunin has to at
least have the social skills to satisfy his needs within the village. You might look cute enough to get picked up, but once he gets you in bed that'll be the end of
that. Being known for one-night stands is nearly as bad as whore-hopping. Just accept the facts and be grateful for what you've got."
"I'm not ungrateful," Iruka said quietly. He was furious, but he refused to let it show. If he let his temper get the better of him, Mizuki would just use that as proof
that he really couldn't control himself without regular sex. "I'm glad you introduced me to sex despite my misgivings. There's no way I would have had the
courage to approach someone back then, and I'm glad I had a friend to ease me into it. But, as you pointed out, we're not genin anymore. I'm fully capable of
finding someone for myself now, and if it takes a few one night stands to find someone willing to put up with me, so be it. I'm not your problem anymore. You
have never liked having sex with me, so why don't you be grateful that I'm letting you off the hook?"
"Because I know you," Mizuki muttered. "You're not going to find someone. You're not even going to try. You're just going to keep throwing yourself into
back-to-back missions until you snap. You'll either get yourself killed or you'll blow up on a superior and ruin any chance of accomplishing your dream. Do you
really expect me to just sit back and watch that happen? You might be a lousy lay, but you're a good friend. I take care of my friends."
"I appreciate that," Iruka sighed. He really did. Mizuki was tactless and brutally honest with his criticism, but he had always been there when he needed him. He
just couldn't get through to him that he didn't need him anymore, not for this. He had come to dread having sex with him and was determined never to do it
again. It had been different in the beginning, back when Mizuki had thought he might eventually improve enough to be worth having sex with. Now he viewed it
as a chore, putting out for his pathetic friend, and Iruka was frankly sick of it. He was also leery of the direction their last few encounters had taken. Mizuki and
his preferred sex partners might be into 'spicing things up', but he definitely was not.
He got up and retrieved his report. "I'm going to turn this in. Have fun with the guys, and don't worry about me. I'll drop by the bar on my way back. If I don't find
someone tonight, I'll try again next weekend."
"You're not going to last five minutes in there by yourself," Mizuki spat, his eyes flashing as he rose from the table. "Go ahead and try. The only sex you'll be
getting is a drunken fuck in the alley. Enjoy that. Just make sure you wear a condom so you don't come all over the poor slob's hand the second he touches
you. Not everyone is as nice as me about shit like that. Once you're done fooling yourself, you know where to find me. You better not come back with a
disease, though, or I swear I'll kick your flabby ass."
Iruka flinched when the door slammed behind his irate friend. Mizuki could be vicious when angry, but at the moment even that was a relief. For all Mizuki's talk
about his temper problem, he had one of his own. He hated to be contradicted, and if Iruka really did prove him wrong he would likely sulk for weeks. That was
assuming Iruka could actually make good on his word. He had only been to the bar a few times and never by himself. He had watched people make
connections, but he had never been sure who was picking up whom. There was an underlying system to how male shinobi found partners of convenience that
Iruka had never learned. He would probably make a fool of himself. It was a first step, though, and one he had to take because Mizuki was right. Although he
didn't consider himself addicted to sex, he honestly did enjoy it too much to simply go without. More than anything, it was the physical contact itself that he
craved, especially after a rough mission. He didn't have time to devote himself to a serious relationship, and his interaction with Mizuki had taught him that sex
complicated even strong friendships. That only left fellow shinobi in the same situation he was in. He was a competent chunin with a good record so far, and
there was no reason he couldn't make a connection just like anyone else. He just had to find someone with standards and expectations as low as his own.
He kept telling himself that all through the long wait in the mission office. The place was as chaotic and disorganized as ever, making him glad he had decided
against asking for another mission tonight. Knowing his luck, he'd mistakenly end up with a jounin level mission he'd have to return first thing in the morning or
one so low-leveled and messy it wasn't worth the pay. Things were usually quieter in the morning, so he could come back then if his trip to the bar proved
futile. His mind was already planning the venture out, where he would sit, how he would behave, what sort of people he would look for. He barely noticed when
someone shoved past him at the door, knocking him back a step and into the crowd of shinobi loitering at the back of the room. He tossed a reflexive apology
over his shoulder and hurried outside. The cool night air and silence after all that noise strengthened his resolve. He was actually going to go through with it.
By the time he reached the bar, he was battling second thoughts with a vengeance. He hadn't changed or cleaned up after his mission. In fact, he hadn't even
looked in the mirror. But if he went back to his apartment now, he knew he would put off going to the bar until tomorrow night. Then he'd get a mission in the
morning and put it off again until his return. It would be the perfect excuse to procrastinate, and then he'd have Mizuki to deal with all over again. He told
himself it didn't matter if he looked messy. He had no expectations of leaving with someone tonight, anyway. This was merely a reconnaissance mission, a
chance to see how others went about this, so he'd be better prepared next time. And less terrified, honestly. He hated being the center off attention, with
everyone watching him expectantly. That was exactly what happened when he entered the bar by himself for the first time. He had known it would be. He had a
tendency to blush and say stupid things when people stared at him, so he ignored everyone and went straight to the bar. He ordered the cheapest beer,
mentally berating himself for wasting the money, and then retreated to the table in the back that he had chosen in advance. Luckily it was empty, just as it had
been the last time he'd come here with Mizuki.
He kept his eyes down and sipped at his beer, which tasted just as cheap as it was. He tried to relax and look casual. The hard part was over. He was in. Now
all he had to do was wait until people forgot about him. Then he could start scoping the place out and watching the door the way all of the other solitary
patrons were doing. He had barely calmed his nerves when a bottle was thumped down in front of him. He gave a little jump, his eyes flashing up to find one of
the bartenders, who jerked his head to the left. Iruka looked over to see a middle-aged jounin raising his own bottle with a small smile, before turning his
attention to the men seated with him. Knowing the drink had been sent either out of pity or sympathy, Iruka flushed and mumbled, "Give him my thanks." He
slumped a little lower in his seat, feeling every bit the fool Mizuki proclaimed him to be. So much for hiding in the back of the room. He couldn't have stood out
more had he stamped 'does-not-belong' on his forehead protector.
Someone else came into the bar, and like most of the others, he looked toward the door. Rather than focus on the person who had entered, he took the
opportunity to check out the other solitary people in the bar. He was surprised to spot one who he recognized, a chunin he had been paired with during one of
his first missions after being promoted. The man had made a show of arrogantly bossing him around until halfway through the mission, at which point he finally
admitted he had only held the rank for a few months longer than Iruka himself. He wasn't much to look at thanks to some prominent scarring, but Iruka had
found him quite likable once the chip was removed from his shoulder. He had a brash if somewhat crude sense of humor and a bold nature that Iruka envied,
and he looked completely at ease sitting alone at the bar. In fact, he looked as if he were waiting for someone. That was just as well. They were likely to have
more missions together in the future, and the entire point of coming here was so he wouldn't resort to sleeping with friends.
Another pair entered the bar, and this time he didn't feel as awkward about looking around. A jounin seated two tables away was openly leering at him. A quick
glance at the man's smirking companions had him ignoring the lot of them. Mizuki had said he was cute enough to get picked up, so he shouldn't be surprised
that some might view him as an easy mark. Or maybe they were just amused at his expense. Either way, they were jounin, which automatically eliminated them
as far as he was concerned. He was looking for someone as awkward and easy going as himself. The few jounin he had interacted with had been terribly
conceited, and the last thing he wanted was to find himself with someone even worse than Mizuki. He supposed he should set his sights on a special jounin, or
someone hoping to make that rank. They walked a fine line between the ranks and tended to be as busy as Anbu, leaving no time for serious relationships.
Unfortunately the only special jounin he knew personally was Genma, a man who he often encountered in the mission room. He was something of a gossip,
and though they weren't quite friends he definitely didn't want him to know what he was like in bed. He'd never be able to look him in the eye again. Iruka
sipped his beer, wondering if he were being too particular. He was getting to know more and more of his fellow shinobi, and if he made it a point to eliminate
everyone he knew that wouldn't leave him with many options. And if he only considered strangers, he had no way of knowing if they would be the sort he was
He didn't realize someone had joined him until he heard the bottle being opened. His eyes snapped up, locking warily on a pale-haired man with a mask
covering most of his face. The combination was so unique he was sure he'd seen the man somewhere recently, but he couldn't say where. He stared blankly
as the man poured some of the gifted liquor into a glass, raised it to his masked nose for a habitual sniff, and then slid it across the table to him.
"Asuma always buys this for fresh faces," the man said. "No sense letting it go to waste."
For a moment Iruka simply stared at the glass, feeling very foolish. Then he reluctantly looked up. "Asuma?"
"Don't get your hopes up," the man drawled easily, his visible eye crinkling in a slight smile "He isn't actually available, just friendly."
"Oh," Iruka said quietly. He picked up the glass and had no shame in savoring the taste. It was a treat after the cheap beer he'd been drinking. And it was nice
to know it had been given out of sympathy rather than pity. Had this visit been made out of sympathy as well? He felt rude for staring, but he was usually good
at putting names to faces. Although the man's mask obscured his face, the slanted forehead protector was particular and the shock of silver-white hair was
very familiar. "Have we met?"
"You don't remember."
Iruka winced. He was suddenly conscious of the attention on them, or rather, on the man seated across from him. The scarred chunin he had recognized
earlier had been joined by someone, and both were shooting glances back at the man. The other shinobi in the bar were very aware of his presence, shooting
surreptitious looks of their own rather than staring outright. His vest proclaimed him a jounin, and his calm and confident manner implied he took the attention
he was getting for granted. That told Iruka the man was known for his achievements rather than for being a regular at this particular bar. He certainly hadn't
seen him here during the few visits he'd made with Mizuki. There was no chance of them having met during a mission, so that only left a chance encounter in
the village. The only time he regularly brushed elbows with jounin was in the mission room, and then he rarely spoke to them. They were usually
short-tempered and impatient, in a hurry to-
"Oh!" Iruka blurted, his eyes widening as he made the connection. "Are you the one I bumped into earlier?"
"Careened into is more accurate," the jounin corrected him, in an amused tone. "You made a valiant attempt to knock me down."
"I'm very sorry about that," Iruka said quickly, flushing in embarrassment. "I'm not usually so clumsy. Or rude," he added, remembering that he hadn't even
faced the man when he had offered his apology. For a moment he wondered if the man had followed him here to get a proper apology, but he quickly
dismissed that. The mission room was always chaotic at night, with minor skirmishes often breaking out due to the jostling of cranky and heavily armed shinobi.
"No harm done," Kakashi waved. He could easily have stepped out of the way and left the man standing next to him take the knock instead. Frankly, he'd been
curious about the harried chunin with the cute ass and hadn't minded having said posterior shoved into his crotch. It had been a firm reminder that he had
been celibate a little too long. Once he realized where the chunin was headed it had only been natural to follow. He had known Asuma would be here tonight,
so he had taken the time to make himself a little more presentable before showing up. By buying first-timers a drink, Asuma always ensured that the worst of
the pervs left them alone. And since the chunin had still been alone when he entered, Kakashi was fairly confident he hadn't been planning to join or meet
someone. Still, it didn't hurt to make sure. He gave a good look around the room, sending a particularly cold stare at one of the resident pervs. The man had
the good sense to turn his attention elsewhere. "You seemed to be in quite a hurry," he commented. "Were you meeting someone?"
"Here?" Iruka smiled weakly at how dense that made him sound, and shook his head. "No. I've never come here by myself before, so I was in a hurry to get
here before I could lose my nerve." He lifted his glass pointedly. "First-timer jitters, I suppose."
"That's better than being jaded." Kakashi watched appreciatively as the chunin savored his drink. He had a rule against sleeping with drunks, and he resented
that others in the bar were also watching the expressions on the man's scarred face, but he had to admit there was something attractive in the way he wasn't
at all guarded about enjoying himself. Considering how nervous and conflicted the man had looked when he had first sat down across from him, this was
definitely an improvement. He took full credit for putting him at ease, mostly because he usually had the opposite effect on people. It was refreshing to talk to
someone who had no idea who he was. Perhaps he should have considered hooking up with a chunin sooner. His Anbu partners were experienced and
efficient, but they rarely expressed enjoyment, let alone openly. It was foolish to show weakness that way. This chunin would learn that eventually and it would
be a real shame.
Iruka wondered if the jounin considered himself jaded. He hadn't gotten that impression of him at all. But he supposed after a few years even picking a
stranger up at a bar for an intimate encounter would become routine. He couldn't imagine himself ever reaching that point, though. Once he was working
full-time at the academy he planned to settle down in a serious relationship and never set foot in a bar again. Mizuki might envy jounin, but Iruka felt sorry for
people whose only intimate relations came during fleeting encounters after particularly rough missions. According to Mizuki, even the ones who tried to settle
down continued to have partners of convenience they turned to when things got bad because they couldn't expose that side of themselves to the people they
cared about. That was just part of being a shinobi. He sighed and offered a small smile to the jounin seated across from him. There was no sense giving in to
melancholy. For all he knew, jounin loved their lives just the way they were. This man looked perfectly at ease in the bar and would probably laugh if he knew
Iruka had even considered feeling sorry for him.
"Do you come here often?" Iruka asked. There was another bar in the village frequented exclusively by jounin and Anbu. He wondered if that was where the
truly jaded shinobi hung out. Perhaps this man had come here as a break from that.
Kakashi raised an eyebrow, a little taken aback and very amused. "That's the oldest pick-up line in existence."
The sheer absurdity of him trying to pick up a jounin startled Iruka into a laugh. His face burned and he rubbed absently at the scar across the bridge of his
nose. "I didn't think about how it would sound," he winced. "Since I'm an admitted first-timer, I hope you'll let me down gently." He immediately blushed harder
and hid behind his drink. His jokes were always so lame he should have known better than to even attempt one. Unfortunately his occasional bouts of awkward
humor were as difficult to control as his temper.
Kakashi was sure he could hear the perv to his left licking his lips. He sent the man an icy glare, and then reached over to pluck away the glass hiding that
adorably embarrassed face. He topped it off and slid it back with a teasing smile. "Don't worry. I wouldn't dream of turning you down." As for the request to be
gentle, he'd wait and see if it still applied later.
With a weak grin, Iruka bit back the first response that came to mind. A quick 'your place or mine' might sound witty in his head, but he knew it would fall flat the
moment he said it. Instead, he silently sipped at his drink, giving his embarrassment a chance to subside. He saw the jounin's eye flick to the side, and glanced
over himself. There were more people in the bar now, and quite a few of them were sneaking peeks at his companion. Iruka straightened guiltily. All joking
aside, he really was monopolizing the man's attention. There were no longer any empty tables for one of them to move to, and he knew he hadn't been here
long enough to simply leave. There were more chunin here now, including a few he might have a chance with. None of them appeared to have been gifted with
the telltale 'first-timer' bottle, but at least one of them was alone. He firmly reminded himself why he was here and turned back to the jounin.
"I'm sorry," Iruka said quietly. "It's been nice talking to you, but don't let me keep you. I'm sure you have better things to do with your time."
"Like what?" Kakashi frowned. He wasn't sure what had just happened, but he didn't like the sudden change that had come over the man. He turned to see
who the chunin had been staring at and wrinkled his nose. There was another chunin seated at the bar behind him. Surely that wasn't who had caught the
man's attention. The guy was ugly, dumpy, and even from a few feet away Kakashi could smell that he hadn't bathed in days. He whipped back around,
pinning a slightly outraged stare on his companion. "Are you saying you'd rather be talking to him?"
Iruka was taken back by the man's tone. He leaned away, blinking in surprise. "Well, no, but I might get somewhere if I did. I'm sorry if I came off as rude just
now." The jounin certainly looked as if he had insulted him. "It's just that if I spend my entire time here talking to you, I'll be taking the easy way out. And you
obviously didn't come here to drink, so I don't want you to feel obligated to keep me company when you'd rather be picking someone up."
There was some sort of misunderstanding going on here. Kakashi set aside his annoyance for the moment and calmly pointed out the obvious. "I am picking
"Oh," Iruka blinked. He didn't understand. Rather than admit that, he sipped at his drink. The jounin continued to stare at him, so after a minute Iruka set the
glass down and admitted the truth. "I don't know how anyone does this. I thought you just came in, watched for someone sitting alone, and then went over and
started up a conversation."
"That's how some people do it," Kakashi drawled. That was exactly what he had done. Was the chunin really too dense to realize that?
"But you'd rather sit with me until someone comes to you," Iruka murmured, frowning as he thought about it. Wasn't that exactly why Mizuki had invited him
along the few times they had come here together? By sitting with someone who was clearly just an acquaintance he let it be known that he was available while
forcing anyone interested to come to him. Mizuki even had a term for it, calling him a 'wingman,' someone he could pretend to be interested in if undesirables
came along, but easily dismissed if he were approached by someone he liked. According to Mizuki the wingman was also supposed to approach undesirables
and get them out of the way, but Iruka had flatly refused to do that, which was probably why he had only been invited a few times. Since he hadn't quite fit into
the role for a chunin, he seriously doubted he would do well for a jounin, either. No one would believe the man was interested in him even if Iruka had been a
good actor, which he wasn't. Besides, he definitely wouldn't benefit from it. No one would bother to look at him twice with an attractive and apparently
well-known jounin sitting across from him. Maybe that was just as well, though. Anyone experienced enough to pick him up would be too experienced for him. It
would work out much better if he did the picking up. If he didn't have to worry about being approached, he could put all of his attention into observing how
others picked people up.
"Am I likely to be approached if I'm sitting with you?" asked Iruka.
"No chance in hell," Kakashi said flatly. Whether the chunin was merely pretending to be oblivious or not, he had already staked his claim. Anyone foolish
enough to approach the man would dearly regret it.
Iruka knew he should be disappointed in himself, but all he really felt was relief to be off the hook. He nodded, the decision made, and smiled at the jounin.
"Alright, then. I don't mind being your wingman for the night."
Kakashi's eyebrow rose in disbelief. It was true, then. The man really was that oblivious. And wingman? He hadn't heard the term since his genin days. Even
back then he had never needed someone to help him out in that way. Possibly because he'd been too young to care what sex was. Still, he'd found out on his
own just fine and had never required assistance in securing a target, or in scaring the clinging uglies away from his target. To suggest that he actually needed
help was insulting. But the chunin looked so eager to help him out in that way, that he decided to play along for the time being. It wasn't as if anyone would
know, and he'd clear up the man's misconceptions about his skills before long anyway. "You don't mind?"
Responding to the teasing tone with a smile, Iruka shook his head. "No. I can't promise I'll be much help since I've only done it a few times, but who knows? It
might actually be easier with a jounin. No one looking at us would mistake us for a couple."
"Why is that?" Kakashi prodded. He thought they made a striking couple. He had even received a grin of approval from Asuma when he had gone straight for
the chunin's table earlier. They made a vivid pair of contrast, not all of it in his favor. His ego was secure enough for him to admit that if the chunin had all of
the nervous energy of a skittish colt, then he was more akin to a plodding broodmare. His friends would have said he was thinking beyond his years, but since
most of them were long dead he didn't have to listen. If he felt older than he actually was, it was only because he had lived more during his lifetime than most
people did. His teacher understood that, and his was the only opinion Kakashi placed much stock in these days. Besides, the old plodders had something in
their favor, too. They rarely missed a step, even when a rambunctious colt stumbled right into them.
"Are you fishing for compliments?" Iruka asked, only partly teasing. He laughed when he was given a serious nod. "I'm sure half the people in here would lavish
you with compliments if you weren't forcing them to come to you. Hopefully once they see that I'm at ease with you, they'll realize you aren't as intimidating as
you appear to be."
Kakashi frowned, not quite pouting in disappointment. "Is that your idea of a compliment? Admitting that you don't find me intimidating?"
"Well," Iruka said slowly, as if he were putting serious thought into the matter, "I suppose I could say you're a very attractive man, for someone wearing a mask.
The dark blue goes well with your uniform, and the slanted forehead protector gives you a rakish appearance." He also had pretty eyes and soft-looking hair,
but Iruka wasn't quite bold enough to point that out even as a joke. "And I never said I don't find you intimidating. If I were one of your admirers I'd be much too
cowed to openly look at you, much less approach you. You give off an aura of cool confidence that forms an impenetrable shield between you and the rest of
the world." It wasn't until he saw the man's eye widen that he realized how ridiculous he sounded. He dropped his eyes with a wince, grabbing his glass and
muttering against the edge of it. "All I mean is that you're so far out of my league we shouldn't even be speaking to each other. Of course I find you
intimidating." His own mouth was proving that quite nicely. He drained the glass without tasting a drop and reached for the bottle.
Kakashi slid the bottle away before the man could get himself sloshed. He thought they were reaching the root of the problem now. The chunin obviously didn't
know how refreshing and attractive newcomers were in a place like this. Between the hungry old hounds and the rabid mutts, he would have been well and
truly mauled the moment he stepped foot in the place if Asuma hadn't been in attendance. He waited until the man reluctantly looked up, and then asked
quietly, "If you consider me out of your league, who would you consider in your league?" Those brown eyes flicked over his shoulder and he nearly shattered
the bottle in his fist. He hurriedly set it down before he could give in to his sudden urge to launch it at the man still seated at the bar behind him. "Him?"
Kakashi hissed. The world wasn't unjust enough to let such a thing happen. That the chunin would even suggest it made him want to rush him to the hospital
to have his head examined, or maybe just his eyes. "Is there something wrong with your eyesight?"
Iruka stiffened at that, frowning his disapproval. "Appearances aren't everything. I'll have you know I'm not the least bit shallow."
"Or rational, apparently," Kakashi muttered.
"Do you know him?" If the man had a valid reason for his derision, then-
"I don't need to," Kakashi grimaced. "I can smell him from here." He was immensely relieved to see a flicker of unease pass over the man. At least he wasn't
completely without standards.
Despite the reinfestation currently happening in his apartment, Iruka was fastidious by nature. As much as he prided himself on being nice and polite, he didn't
think he would be able to carry on a conversation with someone who stunk that badly. On the other hand, he hadn't cleaned up before coming here, so he
couldn't very well complain if that man hadn't either. "Maybe he just returned from a difficult mission. Isn't that what places like this are for? So no shinobi has
to be alone when he needs human contact the most?"
"That's the general idea," Kakashi admitted. "But most people have the sense to pick someone up when they're at their best, not their worst." He needed to
change the subject quickly. The chunin seemed determined to excuse the slob, and if he kept thinking about the two of them together he would get himself into
serious trouble. Yet he couldn't quite get rid of his outrage. "Is that the sort of person you came here to meet? A reject that no one in his right mind would
want?" He regretted the words the moment he spoke them. The chunin flinched, surprise and hurt written all over his face.
"If he's a reject, then so am I." He thought he had accepted that, but hearing it from someone other than Mizuki hurt even worse. He wasn't used to being
insulted to his face by a complete stranger. This man didn't even know how bad he was and he was already condemning him. For a moment he seriously
considered going up to the man at the bar and inviting him home with him. If he were publicly rejected it would serve him right for making so many assumptions
about the man. For all he knew, the man had only come here for a drink and had a number of readily available partners should the need for one arise.
"I didn't mean that the way you took it," Kakashi sighed. "Please stop looking at him? I don't handle jealousy well."
Iruka's gaze snapped back to him, and he blinked in confusion. "What?"
"Blame it on my natural arrogance," Kakashi shrugged. "I can accept that you have trouble understanding that I'm trying to pick you up, since you've never
been picked up before. But I can't accept this. The thought that you'd rather have sex with him than me hurts my brain. At this rate I'll have no choice but to
eliminate the competition. It will be messy, and you will have to share the responsibility with me for driving me to it. Just imagine the paperwork."
Iruka's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Are you making fun of me?"
"I am very close to attacking a fellow shinobi in order to keep your attention on me," Kakashi stated soberly. "I might joke about that later, but at the moment it
isn't the least bit amusing. If I weren't convinced you're serious, I would think you were the one making fun of me."
"You really were trying to pick me up?" Iruka supposed he should be surprised and flattered. Instead, all he felt was appalled. "I had no idea."
"I know," Kakashi muttered.
"I'm so sorry! When you came over I thought you were just being nice. If I had known you were considering me as a possible partner, I would never have let
you waste so much of your time." He threw a quick look around the bar. "There are plenty of people here now. I'm sure you can still find someone you like. I'll
help in any way I can."
Kakashi shook his head, not knowing if he were more exasperated or annoyed. The man was still insulting him by suggesting he needed help. "Are you trying
to soften your rejection by hooking me up with someone?"
"It's not like that," Iruka cringed. He was making a mess of this. The last thing he needed was a jounin with a grudge against him. "I'm not rejecting you, I'm
sparing you. I'm flattered that you were interested in me." Or he would be later, once he'd gotten out of this. "But I'm the bottom of the barrel, trust me. You can
do much better."
"So, you're turning me down because I can do better?" Kakashi drawled. He had to give the man credit, he had never gotten that excuse before. The chunin
smiled with relief and nodded happily. That decided it. He was definitely more exasperated than angry. "You don't have a very high opinion of yourself."
"Sure, I do," Iruka insisted. "I'm a very nice person and loyal to a fault. I'm also a dedicated and hardworking shinobi. But I'm also honest. I'm horrible in the
bedroom and I'll be the first one to admit it. Believe me, you don't want anything to do with me." As relieved as he was to have that out in the open and the
jounin no longer scowling at him, he hoped the man wasn't the gossiping sort. He would have to be careful to avoid those likely to talk when he tried picking
someone up. If word got out about him even the so-called rejects might decide he wasn't worth their time.
"Is that all...?" Kakashi smiled, his exasperation giving way to amusement. "I don't mind if you lack experience." He had already assumed the man did from his
inability to recognize when he was being picked up.
"No," Iruka blurted. He hadn't considered that the man might not believe him. Why would anyone bother to lie about a thing like that? "I have experience. I've
had plenty of experience. I'm just no good at it."
Kakashi dismissed that claim immediately. "You wouldn't be here if you didn't like it," he pointed out calmly.
Iruka dropped his eyes, suddenly very uncomfortable. This conversation was going from bad to worse. Was he going to have to repeat this conversation each
time he turned someone down? Not that he expected to be picked up often, of course. But the prospect of having to explain himself repeatedly was daunting. "I
never said I didn't like it..." That was the problem. He liked what he liked far too much, and what he didn't like he simply refused to do.
"Then let me decide if you're good enough for me or not." Tossing enough money on the table to cover the chunin's beer and leave a reasonable tip, Kakashi
took the bottle and rose. He leaned close and murmured into the man's ear. "Meet me in the restroom."
Iruka's mouth dropped open. By the time he recovered enough to look, the man was gone. For a minute he was frozen in shock and nervousness, then the
anger set in. The restroom? The man expected him to have sex in a public restroom? The jounin had obviously pegged him as an easy lay if he thought he
were desperate enough to let himself be fucked in a toilet. His face flushed and he gnashed his teeth in absolute fury. He was tempted to go in there and yell
at the man, but that would only draw more attention to himself. Already he felt as if everyone in the bar had heard what the man had said and were all secretly
laughing at him. He emptied his glass because unlike the beer the liquor was too nice to waste. He glared resentfully at the change on the table. He would
rather have had the rest of his bottle. But even in tipping, the blasted jounin had shown him up by leaving more than he would have.
He slowed as he neared the chunin at the bar, hating the fact that the jounin had been right about him. The smell nearly made his eyes water. The man looked
up and caught his wrist as he eased past. It was all Iruka could do not to be rude and wrinkle his nose.
"Hey," the man whispered, tugging him closer. "I'll fuck you in the alley if you promise not to scream."
Iruka's mind shut down. He had no idea what sort of expression was on his face, but the man suddenly released him, recoiling and leaning as far away as he
could without tumbling off his barstool.
"Nevermind," the man mumbled. "Take it easy! It was just an offer..."
Iruka stalked blindly out of the bar. He walked a few feet in the fresh night air before halting in his tracks. His anger crumbled, leaving frustration and self-pity
in its wake. He had known he would make a fool of himself, but he hadn't expected this. He didn't want to go home knowing Mizuki had been right about
everything. He would never be able to go into that bar again, and if he went home with that realization at the top of his mind he would break down and cry.
Knowing his luck, Mizuki would show up and catch him crying, and he would fall right back into the same routine he wanted so badly to break out of. He
couldn't go home like this. He sent a harried look at the moon. It wasn't that late. The mission office would still be open. If he got a long mission he'd be
camping in the forest tonight, too busy staying on guard to give in to his emotions. Back to back missions were another of Mizuki's predictions, but at least it
would be keep him from backsliding and having sex with him again.
With his mind made up, Iruka took two steps and abruptly lost track of the ground. It wasn't until he fell back against a solid wall that he realized he hadn't
stumbled over his own feet. He had been swept off his feet and relocated. His panicked mind identified his new location as a dark alley. That settled it. He was
just preparing himself to beat the filthy man up - and scream - when a masked face leaned in close to his. Not the alley bastard. The toilet bastard. Even
better! His mind promptly switched gears from frightened and angry to plain old angry. "You!" Iruka hissed. "How dare you show your - mask - around me? I
don't care if you're the best jounin Konoha has ever had, no one-"
"Why were you leaving without me?" asked Kakashi. He was curious about the man's sudden anger as well, but that could wait.
"Why?" Iruka blurted. "That's my question! Why a toilet? What the hell did I do to make you think I'm the sort of person who has sex in a public toilet? I never
even agreed to have sex with you in the first place and you have the nerve to ask me to meet you in the toilet and then ask why I didn't do it? Why? Why me? I
never did anything to you..." He realized with horror that he had tears in his eyes and for a brief moment he wondered if Mizuki had put the man up to this.
Suddenly he would rather believe his best friend had intentionally humiliated him than to think there was something about him that screamed 'desperate
enough to have sex in alleys and toilets.' The jounin had the gall to hug him and naturally the bastard was taller than he had looked sitting down. He bristled,
struggling to get a hand free so he could wipe his eyes. "I'm not having sex with you in an alley, either, so if you even suggest it, I swear-"
"Your place or mine?"
"What? No! I didn't mean-"
"Mine, then," Kakashi decided. His hands came together behind the chunin's back, and he performed a quick teleportation. A moment later he released the
man in his entryway. The chunin twitched, looking two seconds shy of attacking him or bolting out the door. Kakashi raised a hand. "Be still while I undo some
traps." Despite his anger, the man was still thinking rationally enough to heed that warning. "You seem to have a habit of jumping to conclusions," Kakashi
commented, as he went to work on the trap that bordered the hallway. "When shinobi get together at that bar they rarely leave together by the front door.
Jounin never do. Those inside who saw you going into the restroom one after the other know you're possibly leaving together, but they have no real proof of it.
If you were to step outside, it would be an entirely different matter. It's dangerous to be too open about who you're seeing."
"Then you weren't..."
"Asking for sex in the toilet?" Kakashi sent an amused look over his shoulder. "No. Not that I'm biased against sex in the bathroom. I just prefer it in the shower
or tub. Both of mine happen to be more than large enough for the task." He was pleased to see the chunin blush, though he still looked upset enough to bolt if
given half a chance to do so. He went to him and put an arm around his shoulders. The man leaned away slightly, visibly uncomfortable, but he made no more
effort to get away from the contact than he had in his arms earlier. "Are you still curious why I singled you out?"
Iruka was, but he would survive without knowing. "I just want to leave. Will your door attack me if I go near it?"
"No, but if we don't have sex I'd rather you not know where I live. I mean no offense by that," especially since he had every intention of having sex with him. "I'm
a private person, that's all."
"Oh," Iruka blinked. "Of course, I understand. I'll teleport back to my place." He hadn't practiced that as much as Mizuki had, but he was sure he could make it
back to his apartment from anywhere in the village. He moved his hands together and frowned when one of them was caught and raised to cloth-masked lips.
"Why are you being so stubborn about this? You can't be that hard up for sex."
Kakashi shook his head in exasperation. "Have you even noticed that I wear a mask?"
"Of course," Iruka scoffed. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"I never take it off in front of anyone," Kakashi informed him. "Ever."
"Oh," Iruka sighed. The man must have been horribly disfigured to wear a mask at all times. He wouldn't have thought he had a self-conscious bone in his
body. "That must be disappointing to your partners."
"Especially the ones who are only sleeping with me in order to see my face."
"People do that? That's horrible!" He curled his fingers tightly around the hand holding his own, trying to offer his sympathies. "Anyone who would violate your
privacy that way isn't worth your time." No wonder the man didn't want him to know where he lived. He probably thought he was playing hard to get in order to
con his mask off somehow. "Have you tried blindfolding your partner? Or doing it from behind?"
"That's what I usually do," Kakashi admitted. It was difficult not to smile. He had known the sympathy card would work wonders. The way the chunin had stood
up for that slob at the bar told him he was quick to defend a perceived underdog. "Unfortunately, I can't trust anyone not to peek."
"I would never peek," Iruka said stoutly.
"Is that a promise?"
"Of course!" Iruka spotted a glint in the man's eye that he suspected was a sly smile. He abruptly backed up, releasing his hand. "No! Don't get the wrong
idea. I'm not offering to have sex with you. I just meant that if I did, I wouldn't dream of peeking. And if I wouldn't, I'm sure you can find others who wouldn't,
"Why are you being so stubborn about this?" Kakashi drawled, tossing the man's words back at him. "You can't be that bad at sex. In fact, I suspect you've
only had sex with a few people in your life, and that the only reason you think you're bad is because one of them told you that you were. Probably out of spite.
It's foolish to rate yourself according to one person's opinion, especially when it comes to something as subjective as sex."
"You don't understand," Iruka murmured, dropping his eyes. It wasn't as if he hadn't considered that himself. There were plenty of things he enjoyed that
Mizuki disliked. He didn't consider himself bad at those things just because Mizuki didn't like them, no more than he considered Mizuki bad for enjoying things
he personally disliked. What made him so bad were the basics that were simply beyond him. He was tired of trying and failing to do things others took for
granted. He folded his arms over his chest and scowled at them. This was his night for humiliation, so there was no point holding back now. "I come too fast to
satisfy a partner."
"Yes," Iruka cut him off. "I know the term for it, thank you."
"That isn't really a problem if you bottom," Kakashi pointed out.
"Oh, yes it is," Iruka ground out. The man was rubbing his shoulder, and he was disgusted with himself for enjoying it too much to step away. At this rate he'd
probably let himself be hugged again, too. "I come the moment it starts, and by the time it's over I'm wishing we could go again. I have no self control
whatsoever." The arm disappeared from his shoulders. He stiffened his back to keep from slumping at the loss. At least he could go home now. And if Mizuki
showed up for an 'I told you so,' he'd toss a few shuriken at his head. That was usually enough to deter him.
Kakashi caught the man's wrists, pulling them apart before he could form the first seal for the teleportation jutsu. Hurt and reproachful brown eyes flashed up
at him, and he beamed back. "There's no problem here."
"As I suspected, you have nothing to worry about. All you need is someone with stamina or a quick recovery time." His smirk was both lascivious and smug. "I
happen to have both. We're perfect for each other."
"I highly doubt that," Iruka muttered. He was tugged a few feet down the hall before he managed to dig his heels in. "Wait! There's more..." Inside he cringed at
the thought of saying another word. Did he have to confess every flaw he had in order to deter the man? If so, would that ultimately be more or less humiliating
than keeping his mouth shut?
"We all have our quirks." Kakashi went back to him and slipped his right arm around his shoulders again, keeping a close but friendly hold on his left wrist.
With a little coaxing, he had him in motion again. "If you can overlook my mask, I'm sure I can overlook any quirks you might have."
"They're not quirks, they're flaws," Iruka said miserably.
Kakashi sighed. His conscience would never leave him alone if he took him into the bedroom sounding and looking like that. He pulled the man around and
nudged his chin up. "Close your eyes."
"Why?" Iruka asked warily.
"Because I'm going to kiss you and you promised not to peek."
Iruka's eyes widened as he found himself both thrilled and terrified at the prospect. He had assumed there would be no kissing, what with the mask and all.
Mizuki considered kissing as revolting as touching another man's cum, so they had never done it. "I might have lied about not looking," he blurted.
"I'm hoping you didn't," Kakashi said as he reached up to catch hold of the edge of his mask. He spotted guilt in those expressive eyes before they swept shut.
"I didn't lie," Iruka admitted. "I would never violate your privacy by peeking. I just don't think it's a good idea for us to kiss. I'd like to, but I've never done it
before so I'm bound to be awful at it. Besides that, I haven't brushed my teeth since this morning. I spent the entire day traveling, on my way back from a
mission, and I didn't take the time to clean up before going to the bar. My breath is probably awful, so-"
"I would have noticed if it were," Kakashi assured him. "I have a very sensitive nose." The poor man looked as if he were bracing himself for a blow. Kakashi
was impressed that he could keep his eyes closed when he was that nervous.
"Is that what you want me to call you...?"
"That's my name," Kakashi smirked. He leaned forward to nibble on the man's earlobe, sending a delightful shiver down his spine that he could feel even
through their vests. He wondered if it was just the nervousness that made him so sensitive.
"Oh," Iruka sighed. He sincerely hoped his ear was clean. "I, uh, didn't realize people exchanged names in this situation." They weren't regular partners, so this
was more of a one-night stand than anything. "I'm Um-" He barely caught himself in time. First names might be okay, but not last names. He blamed the jounin,
Kakashi, for his distraction. The man was sucking lightly on the spot right below his ear and he couldn't understand how something so simple could feel so
good. "Iruka," he blurted. "My name is Iruka."
"It suits you."
Iruka smiled weakly. "I get that a lo-" A mouth muffled him, the underside of the man's tongue sliding over his, warm and smooth and tasting faintly of the liquor
he'd been drinking. Maybe he had finished off the bottle while waiting for him in the restroom of the bar. Iruka held himself as still as possible, his hands curling
into fists at his sides. He could already tell he was going to enjoy being kissed very much. It was easily as decadent as oral sex. Or maybe it was just having to
keep his eyes closed that made him feel so vulnerable submitting to another man's mouth. The tongue retreated, caressing his lips before disappearing
Kakashi frowned when Iruka's tongue flicked out to lick his own lips. The man hadn't moved once during the entire kiss, and the back his arm was curled over
was utterly rigid. Yet he looked terribly disappointed that he had stopped kissing him. He slipped his other arm around him, rubbing lightly at the back of his
neck. "What's wrong?"
"Wrong?" Iruka repeated. It only took a minute for him to understand. He ducked his head in total frustration. He should have known. Kakashi wouldn't have
stopped if he'd been enjoying himself. At least this time it wasn't his fault. "I warned you that I had never kissed before," he muttered.
"You still haven't," Kakashi pointed out, "since you didn't kiss me back." The man's head snapped up so fast he had to lean his own back to keep from being
knocked in the chin. He was surprised to find that Iruka's eyes were still closed, because he had a strong feeling he was being glared at.
"Was I supposed to?" Iruka demanded. He scowled as well as he could with his eyes closed. "You didn't tell me that. You only said you were going to kiss me.
You didn't say anything about me kissing you."
"I apologize for not being more clear," Kakashi grinned. The chunin looked downright adorable with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed beneath his
forehead protector. "Do you want to kiss me back?"
"Of course," Iruka huffed. "I'm not promising to be good at it, though." Secretly he hoped he would be. It seemed very similar to oral sex, and even Mizuki had
admitted he was good at that.
"Will you promise to relax a little?" Kakashi pulled him closer, running a hand along his back. "You were so tense I worried that you didn't like it at all."
"I did. I just didn't think I was supposed to move. I always tense up when I'm trying to be still."
"Don't try, then. Just do what comes naturally."
Iruka's lips twitched. "You'll regret saying that. I can be very clingy."
Iruka smiled, knowing he'd change his mind once they were naked and sweaty and flushed. For now he stretched out, trying to maximize the contact as much
as possible. Their vests pressed together awkwardly, though he could feel that Kakashi's was nearly empty. He slipped his arms around his waist and eased
them up until his fingers brushed the hair at the back of his neck. His hair was every bit as soft as it had looked, rather like down or cat fur, only much thicker.
Kakashi stepped forward, putting a leg between his, and Iruka leaned into the contact. That was much better than standing toe to toe. He didn't even mind the
way the man's kunai pack dug into his inner thigh. A mouth eased over his, and he pushed into the kiss, not wanting any doubts this time about how much he
enjoyed it. The man's tongue swept into his mouth and he welcomed it, feeling it out with firm sweeps of his own. Kakashi let out a sharp breath and tensed in
his arms. Had he come on too strongly? He eased up, sucking lightly and trying to come off as more coaxing than controlling. He felt a muted shudder work its
way through the man's body, his hips pushing hard into his own. He thought he was just getting the hang of it when the mouth was suddenly gone.
"You said you had never kissed," Kakashi bit out. The chunin tilted his head slightly, and he was sure that if his eyes had been open they would have radiated
innocent confusion. He was stunned. If the man had lied about this, what else had he lied about? He prided himself in his ability to read people. For him to be
fooled so badly by a mere chunin was ridiculous.
"I never have," Iruka admitted. The man thought he was good, too good for it to be his first time. A slow smile started over his lips, widening into a cocky grin. "I
have done other things with my mouth, though. I never said I was bad at everything..."
Kakashi licked his lips. "You mean...?"
"Mh," Iruka smiled, his hand rising to tug on the man's thick hair. "I'll show you later. I want to kiss you some more first while your mask is still off. I'll need to see
when I go down on you."
Too bemused and eager to remain suspicious for long, Kakashi quickly gave in. He understood the man's technique now and was able to simply enjoy it
without being alarmed. He was confused, though. If Iruka was that good with his mouth, the rest didn't even matter, especially for relationships of convenience.
Most of his partners flatly refused to perform oral, though they were always quick to ask for it and not just in the hopes of seeing his face. The only ones he
could count on for an even give and take were his Anbu partners, who were too focused on venting and finding quick relief to care what his face looked like.
He knew plenty of shinobi who would gladly overlook any flaws in their partners for the promise of oral. It was simple economics. All men wanted to get it and
few were willing to give it. Iruka had a huge mark in his favor and he didn't even realize it. Kakashi supposed he would have to tell him eventually. Not now,
though. He wasn't quite ready to think about someone else touching him.
Iruka was melting. He had intended to be bold, relishing in the fact that he was actually good at this. But Kakashi responded to him in a way that had him
squirming and shivering against him. The man seemed determined to coax him into his own mouth, and the temptation was almost too strong to resist. Already
his pants felt far too tight. Strong hands gripped his ass, grinding their hips together, and he shuddered, clutching the back of Kakashi's vest. He knew there
would be no more kissing once he'd gone down on him, but if he came now he might not even get that. With reluctance he forced himself to pull away from the
kiss. He had only come in his pants once in his entire life and never intended to do so again. Kakashi's lips brushed over his cheek, his tongue flicking out to
lap the underside of his jaw, and he couldn't help tilting his head for just a little more.
"Sorry," Iruka murmured. He was having trouble catching his breath. "I, uh, need to borrow your bathroom."
Kakashi nipped at the thin stretch of skin visible over his high collar, enjoying the shiver this evoked. "What for...?"
Iruka ducked his head, as much to protect his sensitive skin from that teasing mouth as to hide his face. He gave a shaky self-depreciating laugh. "To jerk off
before I have an accident."
So he hadn't been exaggerating about that. Kakashi reluctantly released the man's ass, consoling himself with the knowledge that he'd be touching it again
shortly, without the baggy pants to obstruct his feel. Iruka immediately stepped back, though he kept a hand on Kakashi's vest to maintain contact with him.
For a moment, Kakashi considered guiding him blindly into the bedroom, but Iruka had kept his eyes closed the entire time, making no attempt to peek, and he
didn't want to abuse his good nature. Well, he did want to abuse it a little, just to see how far the man's nice streak really extended, but that could wait. He
pulled his mask into place and reached down to take the hand from his vest. "You can open your eyes now. Thank you for keeping them closed."
"I didn't mind," Iruka admitted, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the light in the hall. "The kissing was definitely worth it." He was only sorry he hadn't lasted
longer. He shifted, trying to ease the pressure in his crotch. He sent a wincing look at Kakashi. "I still need to borrow your bathroom, though."
"It's through the bedroom." Kakashi opened the door and led him in. He bypassed the overhead light to flick on the lamp instead. "The bathroom is there," he
said, waving at the darkened doorway. "Would you like to take a shower?"
"Yes, please," Iruka said gratefully. "I really should clean up a little. I wasn't planning to go home with anyone tonight. Will you mind waiting? I won't be long."
Since Kakashi had no intention of waiting, he didn't bother responding to that. He stepped to him and placed a light hand on his hip. "How bad is it?"
Iruka flushed, dropping his eyes. "Um..."
"Will you be able to hold out long enough for me to undress you?"
"What?" Did the man think he was incapacitated or something? He shook his head with a befuddled grin. "I'm not that far gone. I've been undressing myself for
years now. I assure you, I don't require assistance."
"Ah," Kakashi nodded. "But you see, I've been looking forward to unwrapping your package since I first noticed it in the mission room earlier."
Iruka frowned suspiciously as the man began removing his vest. "Is that a line?"
"Just the truth. Are you finally curious why I singled you out?" He set the vest on the chest near his closet, noting that it was fully packed and only modestly
scuffed. Either the man hadn't been a chunin for long or he had avoided the sort of missions that caused wear and tear. Kakashi suspected it was the former.
"I suppose," said Iruka. It might help distract him from his lingering problem. He rolled his shoulders, getting some of the kinks out. He had finally gotten used to
the chunin vest, only really noticing how heavy it was when the weight came off. That was usually a relief, but in this case it was literally disarming. Kakashi
returned and crouched right in front of him. He shied away until he realized the man was going for the pack strapped to his thigh. "This is incredibly awkward,"
Iruka blurted. He bit his lip and averted his eyes, wishing the room were a little darker.
"You're smaller than I thought."
Kakashi smirked, not minding the livid promise of pain on his startled face. "Without the bulky vest," he explained. "Your clothes are a bit large on you as well.
Are you hoping to grow into them?"
"Eventually," Iruka muttered, looking away again. He had been sure the man was referring to the size of his bulge, considering he was at eye level with it. He
should have been relieved Kakashi was avoiding the obvious, but he wasn't. His lack of muscles was another of his sore spots. The long distance missions
were building up his legs, but it would take serious training to build upper body strength. He didn't have time for that right now. He would get to it eventually,
though, which was why he had ordered his uniforms a few sizes larger than he currently was. He liked to plan ahead.
"When I first saw you in the mission room, you looked solid, a little on the chunky side." He looked up in time to enjoy the insulted expression on Iruka's face.
"The facial scar was cute, but to be honest I was already forgetting you by the time you walked past. Then I saw your ass." The chunin's mouth dropped open,
and it was all he could do not to laugh. He tugged on the strap holding the weapon pouch in place. "That was when I decided I had to touch it. The only
question was how to go about it. I considered using the crowd to excuse a discrete passby fondle, but there were a few sharp-eyed individuals who would have
spotted me. Imagine my surprise when fate, or rather a rude shinobi, knocked the object of my fixation right into my lap. I went from wanting a quick grope to
getting a hard grind. Naturally I had no choice but to follow you."
The jounin was looking up at him with such a serious expression that Iruka couldn't maintain his outrage at the ridiculous yarn. He cracked, first snorting and
then laughing outright. "I barely touched you. I certainly didn't do any grinding. I admit, though, when I realized who you were I did wonder if you had followed
me to get a proper apology for the way I bumped into you. I'd believe that before I'd believe you were following the lure of my ass."
"Then you aren't giving your ass enough credit," Kakashi stated. He set the pack onto the chunin's vest and quickly removed his own. He glanced over his
shoulder when he came to his shirt. "Would you mind closing your eyes for a minute? This mask is built into the shirt. I'm going to change into another one."
"Sure," Iruka said quickly. He closed his eyes and fidgeted with the long sleeves of his shirt. Kakashi could have waited until he was in the shower to undress.
As funny as Kakashi's joking had been, all of this talk about his ass had him uncomfortable. Mizuki called it a desk ninja ass, flat on the bottom and round on
the sides, insisting it was perfect for him because a desk ninja was exactly what he wanted to be. Iruka knew his ass couldn't be that bad since the only
extended periods of time he had ever spent at a desk had been as a pregenin in the Academy. Besides, Mizuki didn't even have an ass, so he had no
business judging others. Unfortunately telling himself that and believing it were two very different things. He wondered if Kakashi had even looked at his ass
before deciding to use it as the literal butt of his joke. He had touched it earlier, Iruka recalled suddenly, his face heating up. The man had been gripping it
hard enough to have a good idea how he was shaped.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Iruka jumped, throwing a hand over his eyes when he couldn't stop them from flashing open. He caught a glimpse of pale skin and black. His hand was pulled
away from his eyes, and he grimaced. "I didn't see anything! I didn't mean to look, but you startled me."
"It's okay to look," Kakashi smiled. He rather liked how conscientious the man was. "I'm sorry for startling you."
Iruka opened his eyes warily and was immensely relieved to find the darkness he had spotted was just a black mask. The pale skin had been his chest. Iruka's
eyes widened. Now that was how a shinobi was supposed to look. Not enough muscles to be bulky, not thin enough to be weak. His shoulders weren't as broad
as he had first assumed, but he had prominent collarbones. He curled the fingers of his hands so he wouldn't give in to the urge to reach up and trace one of
them. Instead, his eyes followed his arm up to the hand holding his own. Kakashi's wrist was more slender than his, but his fingers were longer. He was
probably dextrous with weapons.
With a sigh, Iruka forced himself to stop staring. Kakashi was still wearing his slanted forehead protector, but Iruka could tell he was raising an eyebrow. He
smiled sheepishly. "You're perfect," he explained, "and I'm envious. You must work very hard."
"I've been an active shinobi for quite some time," Kakashi admitted. One of his more outspoken comrades would have openly scoffed at the idea of him being
perfect, however. "How long have you been a chunin?"
"Almost three months," Iruka said proudly. A second later he frowned. Maybe he should have said 'only' and sounded a bit more abashed. At his age, three
months as a chunin was nothing to brag about. Still, after all the trouble he'd gone through trying to pass the exam, he was damned proud of his rank. "I want
to work at the Academy," he admitted. "As soon as I've saved up enough to get me through the temp period, I'm going to apply there."
Kakashi's eyebrow rose, and he had to choose his words carefully so as not to hurt the man's feelings. "I thought most chunin viewed being assigned to the
academy as a punishment." To his relief, the chunin grinned easily.
"They do. I'm the only one I know who actually wants to work there. My friends think I'm crazy, but it's what I want."
"Well," Kakashi shrugged, "to each their own, I suppose. It's not a position I would want."
Iruka laughed quickly. "No, I can't quite see you having to deal with little monsters all day long."
Kakashi thought of the little blonde monster he was regularly assigned to guard and decided now was a good time to change the subject. "I take it your
problem has subsided for the moment?" he asked, before plucking the man's forehead protector off and placing it with the rest of his things.
Iruka's eyes widened in surprise as he realized his problem had in fact subsided. It would undoubtedly come back just as quickly, but this gave him a little
leeway. He wondered if Kakashi would be interested in kissing some more before he took his shower. He lifted his arms when the man returned and pulled his
shirt over his head. He felt very foolish being undressed this way. It didn't help when Kakashi stopped and looked him over, as if repaying him for having
stared a minute ago. That really wasn't fair. Iruka had only been admiring him. Surely the jounin was used to that. He bore the silent perusal for as long as he
could, then he folded his arms over his chest.
"Kakashi." It sounded wrong to address him so informally, but he suspected it would sound even stranger to address him as 'san' when they were having sex
later. The man's eyes flicked up, and Iruka frowned soberly at him. "I already know, and I don't want to hear it."
Kakashi had no idea what he was talking about. He looked upset, though, so he supposed he should ask. "What is it you don't want to hear? That you're a tad
thin and should eat more? Or that I'd like to tongue-fuck your navel until you come in your pants?" The chunin's face turned bright red and he squawked,
looking utterly scandalized. Kakashi chuckled and brushed the back of his hand over the man's heated cheek. "Relax, Iruka. You're far too serious." His gaze
rose to the tail of thick dark hair held so tightly on the back of his head. "May I take your hair down?"
"I-" Iruka gaped, shaking his head. He didn't know whether he wanted to cover his belly or slap the outrageous man across that masked face of his. Whatever
he might have wanted, he knew he wouldn't do either. "I don't care," he muttered, his shoulders slumping. "I'll have to pull it back again later, though. It gets in
Kakashi pulled the hair tie off, watching as the thick mass fell apart, flopping in unruly tufts around the disgruntled chunin's head. The resentful glower Iruka
sent him completed the picture quite nicely. He smirked and slipped the tie into his pocket, determined to misplace it later. "Take your sandals off and I'll start
Iruka's eyes darted down to the man's bare feet as he padded from the room. Well, there was one part of him that wasn't much to look at. He shook his head
at that spitefully petty thought and quickly removed his sandals. His hair fell in his face and he brushed it back irritably. At least Kakashi hadn't insisted on
undressing him completely. He entered the nearby bathroom and stopped in his tracks. His eyes widened in surprise and envy as he caught sight of the
sunken tub. "This isn't a bathroom," he muttered to himself, "it's a private bathhouse."
"I'm glad you like it," Kakashi called. "Join me."
For the first time, Iruka noticed the familiar pair of pants and forehead protector sitting on the shelf beside the door. He stared at them for a moment before
looking warily to his right. Kakashi was looking out around the edge of the shower curtain. His left eye was closed, a prominent scar running straight down from
his eyebrow before disappearing beneath his damp mask. His hair was much darker now that it was wet, and it dipped provocatively into his face. The sight of
him soaking wet was undoubtedly the sexiest thing Iruka had ever seen. His problem from earlier was suddenly back with a vengeance. "I'll wait till you're
done," he choked out, whirling for the door.
"Don't," Kakashi said sharply. The chunin froze. "It's just a shower, Iruka. I won't even touch you if you don't want me to. Well," he paused, his infamously
twisted brand of honesty getting the better of him, "maybe an accidental brush or two. I'm only human, and you know how I feel about your ass..." He saw
Iruka's shoulders shake slightly and knew he had him.
"You have to stop saying things like that," Iruka huffed, trying not to laugh out loud. He turned with a weak smile. "I've never had sex in a shower before, and I
don't know if I want to. I'll join you, but I'm not promising anything more than that." He ducked his head, another silent laugh bubbling through him. "And if I fall
and break something, you'll have to cover my medical bills."
"As if I'd let you fall," Kakashi scoffed. "Give me a little more credit than that. I am a jounin, after all." He pulled his head back into the shower so Iruka wouldn't
spot his grin.
He was a very strange jounin, Iruka thought to himself as he quickly finished undressing. Part of him still wanted to run away. If he had thought dry and clothed
Kakashi was out of his league, wet and naked Kakashi was on a completely different continent. He was insane to even imagine having sex with this man. But
Kakashi wanted him, and he'd be a fool to pass up a chance like this. He'd just have to do his best not to disappoint him too badly. He sighed moodily. This
was exactly the sort of pressure he had hoped to avoid. He set his clothes on the shelf next to Kakashi's and then glared down at the over-eager erection
poking up at him. That part of him was as incorrigible as the insane jounin currently humming on the other side of the shower curtain. Maybe the two of them
would get along just fine. "I'm losing it," Iruka whispered worriedly.
"Nothing," Iruka blurted. He took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and willed himself invisible. Then he entered the shower. The moment Kakashi saw
him, his gaze dropped, and Iruka knew his mental invisibility jutsu had failed. It usually did. He slipped past him and took the bottle of scentless shampoo off
the rack in the corner. He quickly slicked up his hair, hoping Kakashi wouldn't comment. He really should have known better.
"Am I responsible for that?" Kakashi asked hopefully, his eye rounding in appreciation. The chunin was quite well endowed. It was nearly enough to distract
him from that tasty ass of his.
"No," Iruka drawled, "I'm pretty sure I was born with it." Out of the corner of his eye he saw the jounin tilting his head for a better look. His face flamed furiously.
"Please stop staring?"
"You could do a little staring of your own," Kakashi offered.
Iruka didn't hesitate to do just that. He was surprised to find that Kakashi's wasn't much bigger than his, and just as hard. But whereas his own looked
ridiculous, Kakashi's was horribly sexy. Maybe that was because he was proud of his, while Iruka just wished his would go away. He knew he would come the
moment he touched it, and then it would be limp and useless for the next half hour or more. He would still enjoy sex, but it would be much less humiliating if he
could actually come during it instead of before and after.
Without so much as a glance at Kakashi's face, Iruka turned away and quickly rinsed the shampoo from his hair. He didn't realize the man had approached him
until he felt a hand curl around his cock. He flinched and let out something akin to a yipe. "What the hell are you doing?" He shot a startled look at Kakashi,
who made an abysmal attempt to appear innocent.
"It looked like it was in pain," Kakashi defended himself. "I only wanted to soothe it."
"You-" The fingers stroked him gently, and he shuddered despite himself. "You're not as funny as you think you are," he huffed lamely.
"Yes, I am," Kakashi smiled, stroking him a bit harder. "Do you mind?"
Did he mind not having to jerk himself off? That question wasn't even worth dignifying with a response. He caught a hand in Kakashi's hair and pulled him
closer against his side. "I want to kiss you," he said, closing his eyes. "Do you mind?"
"I suppose if you can put up with my witty nature, I can put up with your oral fixation," Kakashi drawled, as if he wasn't just as eager to kiss again as Iruka was.
"That's better than being fixated on a person's ass."
"I still say you're not giving your ass enough credit."
"Kakashi," Iruka groaned, "if you're not going to kiss me, then-"
Kakashi plundered his mouth before he could work himself into a tiff. He enjoyed teasing the chunin far too much. If he weren't careful, he might push him too
far. He was more worried about upsetting him and hurting his feelings than he was about angering him, though. Iruka was complicated and he hadn't quite
figured him out yet. He eased his grasp on the man's cock, rubbing and curling around it lightly. Still, Iruka came as quickly as he had warned he would. He
immediately pulled him closer, his hand slipping down to fondle his sack. Iruka groaned into his mouth and shivered against him, the orgasm having left him
more than a little sensitive. For a moment he simply clung to him, then he turned his face away.
"You don't have to do that," Iruka said shakily.
Kakashi nipped at his neck, sucking lightly until Iruka gave in to his touch. He continued to caress him as he kissed his way up the side of his neck. He brushed
the damp hair away from his ear so he could murmur into it. "Do you like it?"
"I'm not actually sure," Iruka admitted. "I like being touched, but that's...different."
Leaving off the massage, Kakashi slipped his hands around to cup his ass. Iruka squirmed, but there was no doubt that he liked that. Kakashi was glad
because he liked it a lot himself. His ass was just the way he liked them, soft enough to be pleasing to the touch but firm enough to take a pounding. It didn't
hurt that his ass was apparently sensitive as well. Kakashi was starting to wonder if there was any part of him that wasn't sensitive. Iruka shook his head, his
damp hair sliding over his shoulder.
"Were you serious about liking that?" Iruka hadn't believed it before, but Kakashi certainly seemed to enjoy touching it.
"Your ass, you mean? Of course." He curled one of his hands, rubbing softly along the cleft. "I'd like to touch you a little deeper, if you don't mind."
"What?" A finger rubbed over his opening, and Iruka was so horrified he barely kept his eyes closed. "No!"
"There's nothing to worry about," Kakashi assured him. "I'll be gentle."
"That's not the problem!" Iruka shoved him away, reaching out blindly for a wall that wasn't there. He probably would have fallen if Kakashi hadn't caught him.
He clutched the man's arms, both to keep himself steady and to ensure that neither of his hands were within reach of his ass. He pushed one of the arms
toward Kakashi. "Put your mask back on."
"It's on," Kakashi said quietly, once he'd pulled it into place.
Iruka backed away, putting as much distance between them as the shower allowed. He had to wipe water and hair out of his eyes before he could get a good
look at Kakashi. Guilt promptly set in. Kakashi hadn't taken a step toward him, and he looked surprised, maybe even a bit disturbed by his reaction. Iruka
cringed, not knowing how to explain without sounding like an idiot. "I'm sorry. I really do like anal sex, and you can have that with me if you still want to, once
I've cleaned up a little. But not with your fingers, okay? It's too...unsanitary." Disgusting was the word he wanted to use, but he couldn't say that, not when
Kakashi had wanted to do it. He didn't even like having to touch his own ass when cleaning himself up before and after sex. He certainly didn't want anyone
else to get their hands dirty on his account.
"Iruka, come here." Kakashi reached out a hand and was relieved when Iruka didn't hesitate to take it. For a second there he had looked as if he thought he
was about to be attacked. Someone was responsible for that, but he doubted it had anything to do with him. "Have you ever been fingered?" he asked, once
they were as close as they could get without touching. He could tell from the man's face that he hadn't. "Most people like it."
"Not me," Iruka grimaced. "I won't ever try that."
"Fair enough," said Kakashi. "One more question and then I'll let you finish your shower alone. Did you think I was going to tackle you and do it whether you
liked it or not?"
"Not really," Iruka said sheepishly. "You don't strike me as that sort of person." Suddenly he could imagine the conversation with the medic, though. 'I wouldn't
let him put his fingers in my ass, so he tackled me in the shower. Yes, I know that's hard to believe, but it's the truth. Well, I tried to stop him but he's a jounin.
Are you sure he'll be okay?' He was sure medics saw their fair share of sex-related mishaps, but the thought of being involved in one himself was more than a
little ridiculous. The thought of Kakashi being involved in one was even more so. He cracked a grin at Kakashi. "No, I really can't see you being that
desperate." Or clumsy, for that matter.
"Good," Kakashi nodded. He was very curious about the chunin's sudden amusement, but it was a marked improvement over having him cringing in the corner
of his shower stall. "For the record, tackling is not my style. I'm far more likely to cajole, coax, plead, and tease you into letting me have my way. I might resort
to blackmail, manipulation, and trickery if you were particularly stubborn about it, but I would never tackle even as a last resort. Especially without so much as a
pair of boxers to keep my parts from flopping around. I do have my pride."
Iruka laughed, automatically glancing down. The man's erection wasn't as prominent as it had been, but it was still there. At least he hadn't ruined everything.
He closed the space between them and took the man's cock gently in his hand. "I am sorry for being stubborn. I'll make it up to you. Just give me a few
Kakashi left the stall, lingering in the bathroom as he dried off and donned a dry mask. He still wouldn't put it past him to change his mind and bolt, so he
wasn't about to leave him alone. He was tempted to watch him through the curtain since the water pressure was too high to hear what he was doing. He had a
good idea, though. In retrospect he'd been very inconsiderate. The chunin probably would have refused even if he had been used to being prepped by his
partner. Having just returned from a mission, he wouldn't have had time to clean himself out. Kakashi had participated in many hurried bouts of messy
post-mission sex, so he hadn't thought anything of it. He should have guessed Iruka wouldn't be as comfortable with the idea.
He turned to find a messy brown head peeking out at him. "What is it?"
"You don't have any knobs," Iruka frowned in confusion. "How do you turn the water off?"
"They're out here." He turned off the shower and handed him a towel to wrap around himself. He took his own and went to work on that messy brown hair.
Iruka felt foolish having another man dry his hair for him. It felt nice, though. "I've never seen a shower like that before," he admitted. "I didn't even notice the
lack of knobs until I went to turn it off."
"They get in the way."
"Of shower sex?" Iruka smiled weakly. "The water certainly stayed hot long enough. I couldn't have gone down on you in there, though. The water would have
gotten in my nose." The hands in his hair froze, and Iruka glanced up to see Kakashi's eye wide with surprise.
"I hadn't considered that," Kakashi admitted, blinking at the man. The few people he'd had in his shower weren't the sort to perform oral, so it had never
occurred to him how awkward that might be. "I've never actually had oral sex in a shower. I did get it in a hot spring once, but she could hold her breath longer
than most people."
"You've slept with women?" Iruka asked in surprise. He had always considered kunoichi too rare and valuable to risk losing to pregnancy, assuming anyone
was rude enough to proposition one in the first place. Even Mizuki steered clear of them, though Iruka suspected that was because they wouldn't give him the
time of day. The female chunin he knew seemed to view men either as competition or potential husbands and fathers of their children.
"I don't sleep with them," Kakashi drawled, being deliberately obtuse, "but I have had sex with them. Why does that surprise you? Female shinobi have the
same needs we do."
Iruka shrugged weakly. "I'm still new to all of this." And old-fashioned, possibly chauvinistic? He didn't want to be that way. If kunoichi fulfilled their needs with
partners of convenience just like the men, he certainly wouldn't judge them for it. Maybe he was biased because his mother had been a kunoichi and fiercely
devoted to her husband. He couldn't imagine her having had 'acquaintances' and he didn't want to. Anyway, it made no difference to him what female shinobi
did. He couldn't last long enough to top a man, so he certainly wouldn't be having sex with a woman in his lifetime. He did wonder, though, about the last
woman he'd been on a mission with. She was harsh and loud, and he had taken her flirting to be playful. He had only gone along with it because he suspected
she was actually very self-conscious and only acted out to hide that. Now he couldn't help wondering if she had actually been interested in starting something
Kakashi could see exactly what was going on in the man's head. They hadn't even had sex yet and already Iruka was thinking of future partners. Jealousy and
annoyance made his tone more mocking than the chunin deserved. "You're not thinking to try your hand with women next, are you?"
"No," Iruka said bitterly. He knew better. "If I ever decide I just have to try it, I'll visit a whorehouse. At least that way she'd get something out of the encounter."
A glance found Kakashi looking far too serious. He quickly shook his head, smiling weakly. "I'm kidding. I barely survived the bar. Can you really see me in a
"No." Already he regretted having taken a shot at him. There was no point sniping at someone so quick to insult himself. He tossed the towel into the hamper
and watched as Iruka ran his fingers through his hair. He looked more vulnerable now that it was damp. It hung straight down, reaching nearly to his shoulders
and hiding his face when he bent to dry himself off. Kakashi's own hair was already starting to rise as it dried. He raked a hand through it, ruffing and breaking
apart the remaining clumps so it would dry out faster. Then he settled down to wait. It didn't take him long to realize that Iruka was being awfully fastidious
about drying himself. "Are you stalling for time, or do you just hate being wet?"
Iruka flushed as he raised the towel to his hair, leaving the rest of him bare. He knew Kakashi was going to look. "Neither," he said, "I just don't want to get your
bed damp." His head snapped up suddenly. "We will be doing it in the bed, won't we?"
"Is there someplace else you'd rather do it?" Kakashi teased, raising an eyebrow.
"No," Iruka said seriously. "I prefer doing it in a bed." Standing didn't last long enough to be worth the effort, and the floor would hurt his knees. He knew some
people took sex whereever they could get it, but he was definitely old fashioned as far as comfort was concerned. Kakashi approached him and took the towel
away, tossing it into the hamper. This was probably a good time to find out what the man's preferences were. He shifted uneasily. "Um, do you have any rules?
Aside from the one about your mask, I mean."
Kakashi eased closer, intentionally crowding him. He liked the endearing blush that broke out on his face when he was flustered. What he had said earlier
about the man's facial scar was a lie. It was striking and drew one's attention right to his expressive eyes. Dark brown eyes, that seemed reluctant to look
directly at him at the moment. "I don't care to limit myself with rules," he murmured. "So long as you don't call out anyone else's name while we're together, I'm
sure we'll do just fine."
"Oh," Iruka sighed. The man had such a seductive voice that it took him a while to comprehend what he had said. He expected him to call out. Was that why
he'd given him his name? His stomach twisted as he recalled some of the comments he had received before learning to keep quiet during sex. He didn't know
what he would do if he had to listen to that from Kakashi. He would snap, and whether that involved hurt or anger, neither would end well. "I doubt I'll say much,
so there's little chance of another name slipping out. That wasn't what I meant, though," he said quickly, eager to move on to more pleasant things. "Do you
like to be touched or do you prefer to get right to it? I know these things are supposed to be quick, and I've already taken up a lot of your time as it is. Just tell
me what you want me to do, and if there's anything in particular that I should avoid doing."
Kakashi might have laughed if the man hadn't looked so earnest. He'd never had a partner so eager to please, and was surprised to find himself reluctant to
take advantage of it. "What do you want to do?"
Iruka's eyes dropped, trailing over the man's pale chest. He wanted to touch him, to run his hands all over him. He wanted to lie with him, close and intimate, to
feel his warmth the way he hadn't been able to in the hallway earlier with all of their clothes separating them. What he wanted was all very mundane and
selfish, inconsiderate of his partner. Kakashi had picked him up for quick impersonal sex and all he wanted most was to cling. The poor man was still sporting
an erection. He could at least take care of that as thanks for jerking him off. That was something Mizuki hadn't once considered doing in the entire time he'd
known him. "Come on," Iruka said quietly, catching Kakashi's hand. "I want to go down on you. It'll be easier if you sit on the edge of the bed while I do it."
Most of Kakashi's higher brain functioning ceased under the heavy fact that he hadn't received a blowjob in almost a year. He had only enough forethought
left to snatch the robe off the back of the bathroom door as the chunin led him back to the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed would place Iruka on the
floor. He would never have suggested it himself. He was considerate of his partners as a matter of course because it simplified things, and he hadn't stripped
the man only to leave him shivering on his floor. But if that was the way Iruka preferred to do it, he wasn't about to complain.
Iruka was both surprised and pleased when Kakashi drew the robe over his shoulders. He hadn't expected him to be so thoughtful. It was enough to make him
regret having to tie his hair back after the man had made a point of letting it down. "I'll need my hairtie back."
"I'll be happy to hold your hair back for you," Kakashi offered. It came out sounding a little more eager than he had intended. He was usually more suave than
that, but all he could think about was the way the man kissed and how good that mouth would feel on his cock. He wasn't used to letting an erection linger this
long, so if he sounded eager it was only because he was.
Iruka's lips curved into a knowing smirk. "That's fine with me. I don't mind if you want to hold onto my head and guide me. But I have to warn you not to try
holding me down. If I feel I'm being suffocated, I'm liable to bite. We wouldn't want that, now would we?"
"Definitely not. I'll heed your warning, you can be sure of that." Despite his promise, Kakashi suspected it had been a bluff rather than a real warning. Iruka
didn't strike him as the sort to bite, even when he had every right to do so. Not that it would bother him if Iruka were the biting sort. Only a complete asshole
would use force on someone who was willingly going down on him. That Iruka felt it necessary to issue that warning didn't reflect well on his past partners. He
found himself the recipient of a warm smile and realized there wasn't a hint of awkwardness in the man now. As much as he liked the chunin's high-energy
nervousness, confidence looked good on him as well.
Adjusting the robe more comfortably around his shoulders, Iruka settled himself between Kakashi's spread legs. He noticed that the jounin had surprisingly
knobby ankles, a sure sign that he wasn't as old as Iruka had assumed. He wondered briefly if the man's face would have given his true age away, then he
pushed the thought aside. Fingers slid through his hair to cup the back of his head, and he hoped Kakashi hadn't taken his warning too seriously. It would
take at least a little guidance to learn what he liked best. He curled his right hand around the base of Kakashi's erection, his left slipping into his own lap. He
used his tongue to get a feel for the man's shape, slicking him evenly before taking the tip into his mouth. There was no pressure from the hands on his head,
but he could feel Kakashi's thighs tense. Was he a quiet one, then? He had his answer the moment he took his right hand away, taking him down in one slow
slide. A whispered expletive hit the air, and that was all the encouragement he needed. Kakashi's hand began to move, rubbing his hair and massaging nicely
along the back of his neck. There was no sign that he wanted it faster, so he stroked him evenly, keeping him deep so long as he had the breath for it. The
erotic feel of him sliding over his tongue and pressing into his throat was much more satisfying than the hand he'd curled around his own cock. He stroked
himself anyway, and though his erection was slow to form it was a relief to have his body respond to the mental pleasure he took from this.
His right hand rubbed along Kakashi's thigh, enjoying the flexing play of muscles beneath his heated skin. He bobbed his head faster, following the rhythm of
the harsh breaths that sounded above him. If only all sex was as simple as this. A faint tug at his hair had him easing back, his right hand sliding around the
damp flesh before it could be chilled by the air. His tongue rubbed and swirled around the tip, tasting the precum and feeling the way it twitched eagerly.
Kakashi groaned his name and he shivered at the pleasure he heard in his voice, knowing he was responsible for that. With reluctance he let the cock slip
from his mouth and looked up to find two mismatched eyes watching him heatedly. A strange thrill went through him as he took in the blood red of the man's
left eye. But he didn't ask, and wouldn't have even if he had been thinking clearly. He stroked him firmly, using his thumb to soothe the abandoned tip. "If I
finish you off, will you still be able to have sex with me?" He would be willing to finish him off regardless, with pleasure, but he really did want to feel the man
thrusting into him.
"Of course," Kakashi said hoarsely. He was so hard he felt as if he could go for hours without finding relief. To think this was the man who had insisted so
earnestly that he was bad at sex. He wanted to pull him onto the bed and fuck the hell out of him. It wasn't often that his carnal instinct came out with someone
so hesitant, but there was nothing timid about Iruka's sultry smile. He clenched his hands in the man's thick hair as he felt and saw himself being pulled back
in. Suddenly he regretted not giving back the hair tie. He wanted to run a hand along his throat, to feel it working as he swallowed him down.
It was only when Iruka felt the cum hit the back of his throat that he struggled. The urge to pull away and cough it up was strong, and he shuddered as the
need slowly passed. His cock throbbed in his hand and he could easily imagine he was the one coming so heavily. After what felt like an eternity, he finally
pulled away. He leaned his head against Kakashi's knee as he caught his breath. His hair fell against his flushed face as it was released, then Kakashi had
reached under his arms and was pulling him up. He barely noticed the robe slipping off his shoulders to pool on the floor. He found himself straddling
Kakashi's hips, his forehead pressed against his chest as he looked down at their shadowed erections. Despite the pleasure he had just given him, Kakashi's
was far more prominent than his own. He would be embarrassed by that later. For now he was content to enjoy the strong arms around him, and the skilled
hands massaging his lower back. A clothed cheek brushed his own and he tensed, suddenly wary of what he might say.
"Slide a little closer," Kakashi murmured, pressing on his back. "That's it," he said, once their cocks were flush against one another. "Stroke us together." Iruka
hesitated, and he could feel a tremor work its way down his smooth back. "Would you rather I do it?"
"No," Iruka blurted. "I can do it." Feeling horribly thick-fingered and clumsy, he curled his hands around them. The heated skin that had felt so smooth against
his tongue felt even better against his cock. His grip tightened, becoming more sure as Kakashi's hands slipped down to cup his ass, rocking them gently in
time with his strokes. It was like having sex, except without penetration. He wondered if people regularly did this or if it were a quirk particular to Kakashi. It was
wonderfully intimate, especially when he turned his head so he could hear Kakashi's heartbeat and feel his chest move with his panting breaths. He could
easily be satisfied wth this. Perhaps he could forgo anal altogether. It would depend on his partner, of course, since it would only work with someone who didn't
mind touching his cock. He wasn't likely to come from this, but he suspected Kakashi wouldn't be disgusted if he did. For all he knew, Kakashi was unique in
that and he was doing him a disservice by thinking of possible others rather than appreciating the person he was with. He quickly focused on the task at hand,
stroking him in the same sensitive spots he had discovered while going down on him. He wondered what it would feel like if Kakashi came from this and his cum
splashed against his own cock. He never got a chance to find out.
Kakashi's arms rose to circle his back as he lifted and moved him to the center of the bed. Startled, Iruka released their erections, finding new purchase on
Kakashi's shoulders. He looked up at him in confusion. The man's red eye was still open, but there was too much amusement in his pale eye for Iruka to be
truly intimidated. "What did I do wrong?" he asked breathlessly.
"Were you trying to finish me off again?" Kakashi drawled. "I may have boasted of my stamina, but even I have my limits."
"I thought you wanted me to," Iruka explained, frowning lightly. Why else would he have told him to jerk him off if not to come from it? He decided not to blame
himself for misunderstanding. "Do you want to have sex now, then?"
As if they hadn't been having sex for some time now. Kakashi raised an eyebrow, his lips tugging into an amused smile. "Do you?"
"Yes, of course." He could feel himself blushing as he released Kakashi's shoulders and started to turn onto his stomach. A firm hand pressed down on his
chest, holding him in place. He stilled, unease flickering across his face. "I'd rather do it from behind, if that's okay with you."
"That's fine with me, but there's still the question of how." Kakashi was curious that Iruka hadn't laid out any rules, despite asking him for his earlier. "Would
you like me to wear a condom? Did you bring your own lube or will you be all right using mine? Have you already prepped yourself or are you good at relaxing
without any prep?" Iruka looked oddly disconcerted by the questions and was slow to respond.
Iruka felt his face heat up even more as he hesitated. He hadn't considered any of that. He had taken it for granted that Kakashi would do it the way he always
did. Wasn't that the top's prerogative? He supposed he should be grateful the man was being considerate of his wishes. "Um," he started, "I'm clean, so you
don't have to wear a condom unless you want to." He received obscene satisfaction from having his partner come inside of him. His eyes flicked off to the side.
He couldn't admit that. Even Mizuki didn't realize just how perverted he really was. "I haven't used lube much," just once, the first time, "but I think you'll like it
better without that." According to Mizuki the friction was the only thing that made his ass worth fucking, and even that wore off after a while. "As for prep..." He
had to stop, a strange smile pulling at his lips. Mizuki's idea of prep was to spread his cheeks. He seriously doubted that was what Kakashi meant. Did the
jounin think he'd been fingering himself during the blowjob? To help him relax better? It was staying tight that he needed help with, and there was no prep
designed for that. Aside from slapping, scratching, and a medley of other violent acts he refused to allow. He tried to keep the bitter and slightly hysterical
humor from sounding in his voice. "There won't be any need for prep."
"I'd really like to know what you're thinking," Kakashi admitted softly. He felt the man tense beneath him, but the those dark eyes remained averted so he didn't
pry. "We'll do it your way, then, if that's how you want it." He received a brief glance filled with relief before the man rolled over, drawing his knees up beneath
him. He ran his hands over Iruka's bowed back as he rubbed his cock between his cheeks. He smeared his precum on the man's entrance, but he wasn't
leaking nearly enough to keep this from hurting them both. Kakashi didn't care to experience or inflict pain during sex. He got enough of that during missions.
But he was fully aware that not everyone shared his aversion. He had been with more than a few, and never more than once. He was surprised and
disappointed to learn Iruka was one of those. He would have guessed he was the exact opposite, preferring it gentle and sweet. He couldn't figure out why he
was misreading this chunin so badly. He slid his hands back to grip the man's tightly clenched ass and then pushed in. He had barely gotten the head in when
he knew this was never going to work. He'd be lucky if he could get fully inside him before coming. He leaned down, bracing himself with one hand as he used
the other to brush aside the hair hiding Iruka's face.
"If you don't relax, I'll be the one coming early," Kakashi bit out. "Do you enjoy pain that much?"
"No," Iruka groaned, turning his face into his crooked arm. "I don't enjoy it, but..." It was worth it. It was so much better than the alternative. He couldn't stay
clenched for long. Eventually he'd lose his grip and Kakashi would realize he wasn't tight at all. He loosened enough for the man to slide a little deeper and
then clenched as tightly as he could. It did hurt more than usual, but Kakashi was much bigger than Mizuki so he had expected that. He was strong enough to
take it. "Please just do it. I want you to come inside me."
Kakashi had to admit the clutching vice-like grip as difficult to resist. He didn't understand why Iruka wanted it this way if he didn't enjoy pain, but he had never
disappointed a partner before and wasn't about to start now. He forced himself the rest of the way in, grinding hard as he felt the man shudder beneath him.
"Alright," he said softly, "I'll do it your way. But then we're doing this my way. Agreed?"
"Anything," Iruka promised instantly. He knew the man wouldn't be up to anything else tonight, so he wasn't worried about having to keep his word. His entire
attention was focused on remaining as still, quiet, and tight as possible. Kakashi finally started to move with deep pistoning thrusts. Iruka held his breath so he
wouldn't cry out. His entrance burned horribly and he'd never had anyone so deep inside him, but the angle had the cock sliding hard over his prostate. He felt
himself shaking and pressed deeper into the bed, hoping it would absorb the worst of his tremors. Kakashi was still leaning over him and he could hear him
panting with effort. Then he ground hard against him, rocking his hips as he came. Iruka clutched around him, helping him along, before relaxing with relief
and a tired dose of satisfaction. He waited to feel the man soften inside him, but Kakashi immediately pulled out. He found himself flipped over onto his back
and was both confused and alarmed to see anger in the man's mismatched eyes.
"Now it's my turn."
"What do you mean?" Iruka asked warily.
Kakashi's eyes narrowed and he spread Iruka's legs so he was sitting between them. "I mean exactly what I said." The man's erection was blatantly obvious,
but no bigger than it had been earlier. If anything, it had softened a bit. He wasn't surprised. It took a real masochist to get off from a fuck like that. "Did you
enjoy that at all?"
"Of course I did! I wouldn't have done it if I didn't want to." Iruka shifted uneasily, suddenly wanting nothing more than to cover himself and leave. "Why are you
angry? You came." He could feel it inside him. "I know you enjoyed it."
"That's precisely why," Kakashi said sharply. "I don't like enjoying myself at the expense of my partner. Anyone who does is an asshole. And that's your
problem, isn't it? You've been having sex with assholes."
Iruka looked away guiltily. He did sometimes consider Mizuki an asshole, but only because he was honest to a fault and the truth hurt. Mizuki had plenty of
partners now. The only reason he continued to have sex with him was because he knew he wouldn't get any otherwise. He certainly complained too much to
be accused of enjoying it. If one of them was an asshole gaining pleasure at the other's expense, Iruka knew it was him. That was why he had stopped. He
didn't want to use his friend that way anymore. That was why he was here, with someone who actually wanted to have sex with him. But even now he was faced
with anger and dissatisfaction. "If anyone is to blame it's me," he said miserably. "I told you I was bad at this. I tried to warn you, but you wouldn't believe me. I
didn't even want to sleep with you because I knew it would end up like this." His eyes burned and he pushed at Kakashi's chest. "Let me up. I want to go home."
This was the second time tonight that Kakashi had seen this man cry and he didn't like it any more now than he had the last. It was even worse knowing he
was responsible, but he couldn't quite feel guilty about that when Iruka was so obviously determined to cover for his past partners. He hadn't misread the man
at all. He was sure of that now. Iruka was giving and gentle and the only reason he had asked for a callous fuck was because that was what he was used to
receiving from his asshole partners. "You're not going home," Kakashi said quietly. "You gave me a promise and I intend to hold you to it. Unless you were
"I don't know what you're talking about," Iruka muttered, crushing the palms of his hands into his eyes. He couldn't believe he was getting teary-eyed in front of
the man again. Surely he'd humiliated himself enough without this. "I haven't lied about anything. I'm not a liar."
"Good." Kakashi pulled his hands away, brushing his damp eyes gently with the back of his own hand. "You promised to let me do it my way. That's the
promise I want you to keep." The man still looked wary and confused, so he decided to explain a few things to him. "What we just did was not sex. It was a
quick fuck. Sometimes, especially after a disturbing mission, all a person wants is a quick one-sided fuck. The point is to take out all of the pent up aggression
on another person. A good partner will never ask you to take that. Don't ask for that if you don't enjoy it because odds are your partner won't enjoy it, either."
"It's all I know," Iruka admitted in a small voice. He wondered if things would be different if he had been willing to try some of the things Mizuki kept pushing at
him. He didn't want to be limited to aggressive post-mission fucks if there was an alternative. But if what he and Mizuki had been doing didn't even count as sex
then he had no idea what did.
"That's why we're going to do it my way now," Kakashi smirked. "It may include things you wouldn't normally do, but I promise there will no pain involved and by
the time we're through you'll be coming right along with me."
Iruka gave him a weak smile. "It sounds like you're expecting a miracle."
"Not at all. Just a little trust on your part. First of all, I'm going to loosen you up."
"No!" Iruka blurted. "There's no need for that, really!"
"Yes, you implied the same thing earlier, and then proceeded to squeeze the life out of me. Surely you can see why I have difficulty believing you. Don't worry,
I'll be gentle. And since the only thing inside you is my cum, you have nothing to be embarrassed or uncomfortable about." He flashed a teasing smile. "I've
been touching my own cum since I was old enough to produce it, and it hasn't hurt me yet."
"I'd rather you didn't," Iruka said quickly, shame darkening his cheeks. "The truth is, I'm naturally loose. Gaping, even. That's why I clenched so much. I didn't
want you to realize..."
Anger flared in Kakashi's gut and it took strict control to keep it from showing in his eyes. His tone remained casual. "Let me guess. Your past partners told
you that, didn't they. Forgive me if I refuse to take their assessment on face value. If you care to give me their names, I wouldn't mind looking them up later.
But for now, I prefer to form my own opinions about you. Just relax, take deep breaths, and stop worrying about what other people have told you. I'm your
partner tonight. Mine is the only opinion that should matter to you."
Iruka watched as Kakashi left him to dig in a drawer of the nightstand. He knew the man was right, that it was rude to think of anyone else when he should be
focusing entirely on him. But he couldn't simply forget everything he'd heard and been through in the last few years. Kakashi might have a different opinion
about some things, but on other points it was the same as always. He had enjoyed the oral and hated the anal. It was the story of Iruka's life. He didn't see how
letting him put fingers in his ass - which was too disturbing for words, honestly - would change anything. Still, he had promised to let Kakashi try it his way and
he wasn't one to go back on a promise. He pushed himself up on an elbow. "Will you promise me something? If you still hate it after doing it your way, please
be honest with me. Don't try to spare my feelings. I'd rather have a painful truth than a lie."
"I haven't hated anything we've done," Kakashi said flatly. "Even the fuck was great. I just regret enjoying it at your expense. If you really want the truth, I find
you too innocent for someone who gives head as well as you do. It was the best I've had," he admitted. "You know too much about giving pleasure and not
enough about receiving it. To me that means you've been used without even realizing it. Yes, I know you'd deny that. I've noticed how quick you are to stick up
for others. I find that annoying, but endearing in a frustrating way." He resumed his position between the wide-eyed man's legs with a wry smile. "I promise to
give you as much honesty as you'd like when we're done. Alright?"
"Thank you...I think."
"You're welcome," Kakashi beamed. He neglected to mention that his particular brand of honesty was mixed liberally with tall-tales, exaggerations, and outright
lies. He wasn't about to say anything that would intentionally hurt the man's feelings, no matter how sweetly he asked him to do so. Not that he expected to
have any complaints. He lifted the black scarf he had retrieved from the nightstand. "I know you wouldn't intentionally peek, but I'd like to put this on you as a
precaution. You may be startled into opening your eyes no matter how determined you are to keep them closed."
"I understand," Iruka said quickly. "Actually, it will be a relief not to have to worry so much about keeping them closed." He held still while Kakashi tied it in
place. He tilted his head back and pulled it a little lower over his cheeks until he couldn't see anything at all. "Do I look as silly as I feel?"
"I miss being able to see your eyes, but the vulnerable look suits you very well." He pulled his mask down and leaned in for a kiss, blinking in surprise when
Iruka turned his head away at the first brush of his lips. "Feeling shy already?"
"No, but..." Iruka licked his lips, his voice dropping to a whisper as he reminded him, "I just went down on you."
"I haven't forgotten," Kakashi assured him. He turned Iruka's face back toward him, licking those lips himself. "Let me show you my appreciation." He kissed
him deeply, easing him back against the bed. He could in fact taste himself in his mouth and he liked the fact that he had been there and left his mark. Iruka's
arms slid around his neck and he leaned down on him, letting him take some of his weight. He seemed to like that because he pulled him down even more, his
kiss every bit as eager and giving as it had been earlier. Kakashi continued kissing him until he was certain there was nothing uneasy or forced about the
tension thrumming through his body. It was pure restless need and precisely what he'd been waiting for. He pulled away, placing one last kiss on his lips for
the small sound of protest he gave at the loss. He nuzzled his neck, licking and feeling his quiet breathing. He couldn't resist leaving a mark right where it
would show above the collar of his uniform.
He ran his hands all over Iruka's chest, hesitating on his nipples before sliding down to massage his stomach muscles. He felt him tense when he dipped a
finger teasingly into his navel, and he wondered if Iruka were thinking of what he had admitted earlier. He curled his finger, pushing upward just enough to
show him where that particular nerve ran to. He saw his mouth drop open in surprise and smirked, knowing he'd likely be trying that himself sometime in the
near future to make sure it hadn't been an anomaly. He ducked his head to suck on one of his nipples. The hands in his hair flexed as Iruka arched into the
contact. The man really did like being touched. He ran his hands up and down his sides as he shifted further back. He dipped his tongue into his navel and
saw his head jerk so suddenly he was sure his eyes had snapped open.
"Kakashi! You aren't really going to..."
"Do you want me to?" Kakashi teased.
"No!" Iruka moaned, cringing with embarrassment.
That Iruka believed such a thing was even possible was very telling. And cute. "Alright," he said, with feigned disappointment. "Since you're so adamant about
it, I'll try to resist the temptation." He opened the small tube he had fetched from the nightstand, squeezing some of the lube onto his fingers. Iruka squirmed
when he rubbed some more onto his entrance.
"You could resist doing that, too," Iruka suggested hopefully.
"Nice try," Kakashi smiled. He eased two fingers into him, turning them to coat him evenly. His entrance was hot and reddened from the violent abuse it had
suffered. He blew lightly on it, his eyes flicking up to catch Iruka's expression. He shivered, biting his lip and clutching for a moment, but he didn't clench.
Kakashi was disappointed by the lack of a vocal response. It was just as well that Iruka was so quiet, though. He wouldn't have listened to his protests. He
leaned down and ran his tongue along the length of Iruka's erection as he continued massaging his entrance.
"Wha- What are you doing?"
Kakashi's lips twitched in amusement. So much for the silence. "What does it feel like I'm doing?" he returned. He took the tip into his mouth, sucking lightly
and rubbing his tongue along the slit.
Iruka blushed so furiously he threw an arm over his face in an attempt to hide it. "You don't have to do that," he mumbled shakily. He had never imagined he
would do that. He never wanted him to stop. If this was what oral sex felt like it was no wonder Kakashi had come so hard from it. He struggled to keep his hips
from bucking, knowing firsthand how painful that could be. His free hand clenched a fistful of the blanket under him, as if that might help hold him down. The
fingers inside him pushed deeper, striking his prostate, and his hips did buck.
Kakashi deep-throated him, ignoring his breathless apology. He lifted one of Iruka's legs onto his shoulder so he'd be free to move his hips as much as he
wanted. He had rid himself of his gag reflex almost as early as he had his virginity. He wasn't the least bit concerned about being choked. He continued to rub
and jab at his prostate until Iruka finally lost some of his restraint. His heel dug into Kakashi's back, his hips rising when he wanted it deeper. He was panting
vocally now, and a light sheen of sweat broke out on his flushed body. Kakashi bobbed his head, sucking harder as he pulled his fingers out and added a
third. Iruka was still tight, but it was an eager clutching as opposed to the desperate clamp from before. He thrust his fingers in harder, rubbing his prostate
with each plunge until Iruka tossed his head with a low moan. There was no comparing the writhing passion-inflamed man with the one who had held himself so
still and quiet beneath him earlier. Some fool out there had wanted Iruka that way, and filled his head with nonsense in order to achieve that result. This was
the real Iruka, and Kakashi was immensely satisfied to know he was the first to see it. Iruka shuddered suddenly, tensing, and Kakashi felt his cock throb hot
and hard against his tongue. He quickly released him, letting his leg slip back to the bed, though his fingers continued to stroke him from the inside. He
doubted the man would come just from that, but it would keep him on edge.
He stretched out, brushing the hair off Iruka's ear so he could nibble on the lobe. He had noticed how much he liked that. Iruka's hands immediately found and
slid around his shoulders to clutch fitfully in his hair. "I'd like to kiss you," Kakashi murmured. "Will it bother you to taste yourself? I won't do it if you don't want
"I do," Iruka groaned. He had never felt so hard in his entire life, and the fingers inside him were driving him crazy. With each thrust he felt closer to breaking. "I
want you to. Please!"
Kakashi kissed him crudely, feeling as if his tongue were an extension of his cock and this was the only relief to be had. It was hardly his most graceful kiss,
but Iruka didn't seem to mind. So far Kakashi hadn't touched himself at all and seeing the man come apart beneath him was a sore test of his restraint. Again
he tried to coax Iruka's tongue into his mouth and this time there was next to no hesitation. He drew him deeper, lavishing him with attention. He had to stop
before long, though. He didn't want to risk either of them coming early. Iruka's mouth followed him when he started to pull away. He couldn't resist giving him
one last roving sweep.
He pulled his fingers out and used them to slick his cock. Then he lifted Iruka's legs, bracing them on his shoulders. Doing it this way might make his back hurt
later, but he would take care of that before seeing him home. He pushed, and Iruka arched beneath him, clutching and pulling him in. He leaned forward,
bending him nearly in half as he murmured against his panting lips. "This is sex, Iruka. This is."
Iruka whimpered and didn't have the sense to be embarrassed by the sound. His hands pulled at Kakashi's back and hair, trying to bring him closer only for
his own legs to get in the way. He spread his legs wider so their chests pressed sweatily against one another without changing the angle. Or the depth, for that
matter. Kakashi was so deep, rocking against him in a way that sent shudders of pleasure up and down his spine. He wasn't even thrusting yet, and already he
felt overwhelmed. Kakashi's tongue plunged into his mouth and he kissed him feverishly. He wanted nothing more than to stroke himself to completion, but he
knew he couldn't cheat Kakashi that way. He tightened his legs, pushing into Kakashi's swaying hips, trying to urge him into motion. Finally Kakashi did begin
to move, but it was in slow delving thrusts that only served to stimulate and frustrate him even more.
Kakashi pulled away when Iruka's kiss became frantic. He hadn't forgotten the hallway and how quickly he responded to kissing. He moved his lips to his neck,
sweeping his tongue out to taste the vibrations as he cried out. His voice was thick with need, and Kakashi couldn't help but respond. He lengthened his
thrusts, each one coming faster and harder. If Iruka was hanging by a thread, then he was teetering on the edge. The only difference was that he had been
here before and knew exactly how long he could maintain his balance. Iruka was squeezing him nearly as tightly as before, and he pushed in deep, grinding
hard against him. So he really did like it rough. Kakashi didn't mind giving it to him now that he was so ready and eager to take it. He gradually let go of his
restraint. Iruka was completely uninhibited and it was only fair to give him his all. He watched him closely for any signs of discomfort as he pounded into him.
He wondered what it would be like to have him after a mission, to pour all of his adrenaline into driving him wild and keep him there all night. He would hold him
while he slept and wake him in the morning to leisurely soothe away all of his lingering aches. He was suddenly determined to have that. Just the thought of it
had him losing control. His hips snapped frantically as he squeezed a hand between them to stroke Iruka's throbbing cock. That was all it took. Iruka's back
arched off the bed, his legs clamping down on him nearly as tightly as his ass. Kakashi buried himself as deeply as he could, shuddering as he came with a cry
every bit as loud as Iruka's.
It seemed to Iruka that he would never stop trembling. His legs were splayed limply to either side of Kakashi's hips. The weight of him made it difficult to catch
his breath, but he wouldn't have wanted him anywhere else. Heat radiated off him even as Iruka's sweaty limbs began to cool. He could feel him softening
inside him and couldn't resist clutching gently, wanting to feel the difference. Toward the end he had felt enormous, easily large enough to tear him apart. He
had wanted him to. Maybe he had even begged him to. He honestly couldn't remember. And he didn't care. If he had begged, then it was only because
Kakashi had driven him to it. He turned his cheek into Kakashi's soft hair, listening to the rasping breath he felt so hotly against his neck. That was the sound
of utter satisfaction. He wouldn't accept it as anything else. He slid his heavy arms around Kakashi's back and closed his eyes behind the blindfold. If that was
sex, this was contentment.
Iruka didn't realize he had dozed off until he found himself being lifted from the bed. The blanket made a feeble attempt to come with him, having dried to his
back after his sweaty exertions. He sent a bemused look over his shoulder at it before turning to slide an arm around Kakashi's neck. It didn't occur to him to
ask what he was doing, no more than it did to apologize for falling asleep on him. He merely rested his head against his chest and stared up at him. He was
such a fine specimen, and so good looking even with the mask. His gaze dipped appreciatively over his neck before settling on his chest. "I'm going to regret
not asking permission to touch you when I had the chance," he sighed.
"You'll have other chances," Kakashi assured him, smiling in amusement. Iruka sounded completely out of it. He had worried this might be awkward and
difficult. He was surprised and pleased to find him so relaxed, not that he hadn't been rather wiped out himself. "I took it upon myself to run us a bath. I hope
you don't mind."
"I'd like that," Iruka smiled. "Your tub is certainly big enough." It wasn't until Kakashi sat down in the hot water, still holding him in his lap, that he realized he
probably should have offered to walk on his own. He wasn't exactly light. Then again, he hadn't asked to be carried, and it was impressive how strong Kakashi
was. Kakashi rubbed a soapy cloth over his chest. Iruka promptly took it from him, turning to wash Kakashi's chest instead. He had said he would get another
chance to touch him. He wouldn't let it slip by him this time. "Was I out long...?"
"No," Kakashi said. He decided not to mention that Iruka was the first person to pass out on him. He rather liked that. He poured body wash onto a second
washcloth and set to washing Iruka's back. This was another first for him. Ironically, although he'd had sex in his tub he had never bathed in it with someone
Iruka washed his neck, eyeing the edge of his mask. "Would you like me to close my eyes so you can wash beneath that?"
"I've already changed masks. Thank you for offering, though."
"Oh, of course," Iruka blinked. "This one is dark gray. I should have noticed that." He frowned for a moment before shrugging it off. "I'm still distracted by what
we did. It was wonderful."
"I thought so, too."
The cloth rubbed lower over Iruka's back, then dipped into the water to slide along his ass. Iruka suddenly recalled what Kakashi had said about bathtubs and
what he liked to do in them. His head snapped up and he sent a wide-eyed look at him. "Were you wanting to have sex again? In here?"
"It had occurred to me," Kakashi admitted wryly, "but I didn't think you'd be up to it."
"I'm not," Iruka blurted. "I'm sorry, but I'm really not. I'm a little sore and tired, and as much as I enjoyed that I really don't think I can go through it again so
soon." He was sure he would dearly regret that later. But now all he wanted was to get clean and then sleep for a few hours. "I really am sorry."
"Don't be." Kakashi rubbed his fingers softly over his entrance. "I'm not asking for another go, I'm just going to clean you up. It is my mess, after all."
Iruka ducked his head with a heated blush. "You were right about that," he forced himself to admit. "I did enjoy it." Kakashi didn't tease him, and his fingers
were gentle. He did his best to stay still and relaxed. Although he really was sore, he knew his flush wasn't just from embarrassment. He didn't need his
prostate stimulated to enjoy the feel of him delving around inside him. He was still glad when it was over. He doubted he would ever get used to that sort of
intimate contact. The rest of the bath went smoothly. He got to do plenty of touching, and he was feeling quite satisfied when they finally climbed out.
Kakashi waited until they were both dressed before drawing Iruka over to sit on his rumpled bed. "I want to talk to you before I see you home." He noticed the
way Iruka was leaning forward, shifting uncomfortably. He reached behind him to press his hand over the small of his back. He passed some healing chakra
into him, nodding when Iruka straightened up with wide eyes. "Better? Good. As I was saying, I think we should make a go of this. My schedule won't allow me
to make myself available to you as readily as another chunin's might, but we've established that our encounters would be mutually satisfying."
"You want to partner with me? Regularly?"
"Exclusively," Kakashi corrected firmly. "So long as we're together, we only turn to each other."
Iruka was both excited and very flattered. "How would it work? I understand that you have more responsibilities than I do, but how will I know when you are
available?" He assumed there was some sort of system involved, nothing as obtrusive yet simple as calling each other up. He couldn't see himself actually
having the guts to seek the man out for his own sake, but he was sure he'd drop everything if Kakashi wanted to see him.
"Do you have experience teleporting objects?" He could tell from Iruka's wince that he didn't. That didn't worry him. The chunin's ambition was to teach, so he
was bound to be a quick study. "I'll lend you a scroll on it. Wait here."
Iruka fidgeted when he was left alone in the room. He was distinctly embarrassed to realize the room smelled musky from what they had done. But Kakashi had
enjoyed it as much as he had, enough that he wanted to see him on a regular basis. Only him. That was a lot of pressure, but he could hardly wait to get home
and begin learning the jutsu Kakashi was fetching for him. He would have to practice normal teleportations as well. After he caught up on his sleep, that was.
He ran a hand over his back with a small smile. He hadn't asked him to do that. Kakashi was very considerate and he had done it as if it were natural, without
expecting gratitude or praise. He was a nice person. Iruka knew he'd have to watch out for his strange sense of humor, and he never wanted to make him
angry again. But those were minor things he could easily work around. He would do his best to be a good partner for as long as Kakashi wanted him.
Kakashi returned with three scrolls. He handed him one of the small ones and then held the thick one aloft. "There are some advanced jutsus in here that
should never be attempted alone. I want your word that you won't try doing them by yourself."
"I won't even look at them," Iruka promised quickly.
Kakashi smiled at that. "You can look at them. They aren't restricted. You might even find them useful. I just don't want you trying them on your own. You can
study them and practice the handsigns, but wait till you're with me before attempting to perform them." He handed him the scroll and then spread the last one
on the bed. "This is the summoning circle," he explained. "They're identical, which connects them to one another. When I'm available, I'll leave mine open. You
do the same. When you want to see me, send something through. A coin would be easiest to start with, small and solid. If my scroll is closed, it will bounce
back. I'll do the same when I want to see you." He rolled up the scroll and set it on the nightstand. "Once you're proficient with teleporting things we can do
without the scrolls. There is a simple ward you can set up that will prevent things from coming through when activated. I'll help you set that up when the time
comes so it doesn't interfere with any wards you already have in place."
Iruka nodded quickly, afraid to admit he had no wards set up at home. He would have to get some now, if only to protect Kakashi's scrolls. He wasn't about to
risk Mizuki getting his hands on them. He would hide them with his money in the meantime. "If you send something through, should I teleport directly here? Or
send something back so you know to come get me?" He recalled the traps Kakashi had disarmed in his hall. He didn't relish the thought of arriving too close to
one and setting it off. "I'd prefer to have you come get me. Unless that would be inconvenient?"
"It's no inconvenience on my part. Just take me to your place so I'll know where I'm going."
Iruka slipped the smaller scroll into his vest, looping the larger one at his side. "You'll want to hold onto me," he admitted, placing Kakashi's hand on his
shoulder. "It's been a while since I teleported with another person." Two and a half months, to be precise. He had practiced quite a bit after making chunin and
learning the technique. But then he had thrown himself into missions and hadn't had cause to use it since. He concentrated carefully and was relieved when
they arrived in his bedroom without a hitch. Then he realized how squalid his room was in comparison to Kakashi's. "I'm sorry it's not much to look at," he
winced. "I'm not here that often and I don't want to waste funds on another place right now. That can wait until I have a full-time position in the village." Kakashi
reached out to run a hand over his bed, and he nearly cringed in embarrassment. "We never have to do anything here! I doubt my bed would stand up to it,
even if we wanted to..."
"I'd be glad to take you back to my place when you want to see me," Kakashi offered. The bedroom wasn't nearly as bad as Iruka was making it out to be. He'd
certainly had sex in worse places. This one smelled strongly of Iruka, which made it quite nice in his opinion. But he liked the idea of limiting their encounters to
his own territory too much to force the issue. "I do have a spacious bathroom at my place."
Iruka grinned, laughing quietly at the reminder. "I'd like that."
"Good." Kakashi slipped an arm around his back, pulling him close. "A kiss before I go? To seal the deal?"
Iruka obediently closed his eyes. It wasn't the passionate kiss he had expected, just a firm press of lips on his, and another one on that sensitive spot just
below his ear. Somehow that was even nicer. He heard a poof as Kakashi departed, and opened his eyes to find himself alone, a very foolish smile spread
over his face. The smile widened as he first sat and then lay back on the bed. Suddenly he broke into laughter. This was all so hard to believe. By the time he
gained control of himself, he was grinning his fool head off. He didn't care. He had a partner of his own and he couldn't wait to see him again.