A Flash of Pink

Kakashi awoke and immediately regretted it. He was stiff and sore in more places than he cared to think about. In some remarkably intimate places as well. His whole body, inside and out, ached abominably. He unintentionally let out a strangled moan as he tried to stretch out, little lightening bolts of pain shooting through his body. His stomach growled ominously under the onslaught, churning in a most unpleasant manner that hinted at worse to come.

He’d known that his first sexual experience with the man of his dreams would leave him in some pain, but he’d been expecting something similar to the pain he suffered in a scuffle with an enemy ninja. This pain was something else, a private sort of pain. His bladder was also overdue for relief and making its presence known adding to his misery. He vainly attempted to ignore the uncomfortable sensations coursing through him as he stumbled ungracefully towards the bathroom.

His bladder empty Kakashi took stock of his aches and pains and decided that a hot shower was definitely in order, Iruka could treat him to the hot springs later as well since it was partly his fault that Kakashi felt this bad. Luckily there were no clothes to strip off – Iruka had wanted skin-on-skin contact last night and Kakashi hadn’t objected, it had felt rather nice in fact. It would most likely still be feeling rather nice if his butt wasn’t hurting so badly that it had woken him up.

Despite how he felt this morning, last night rated among the best nights he’d ever had, he couldn’t remember ever having been so intrinsically wanted before. He’d shown Iruka his real self, given Iruka his heart and last night his body as well – the first person he had trusted enough to be so vulnerable to. Maybe this time he would break the cycle and Iruka would live to a ripe old age along side him. Sighing to himself at his morbid thoughts he turned the shower on and stepped in.

The warm water felt wonderful on his abused skin, he could clearly see little bruises and love-bites covering his torso and thighs and he supposed, from the funny feeling on his throat, that it was probably in the same state. There was even a love bit on his dick – he didn’t even remember Iruka doing that. He ran his tongue along his bottom lip in wonder and winced, it was swollen from Iruka nibbling on it. He cautiously ran his hands all over his body trying to pinpoint the aches and divine their origin.

The point, so to speak, of last nights activities was obvious, the whole area was tender and swollen to the touch, but he’d been expecting that. He hadn’t been expecting the pain in his thighs, hips and lower back. Although now that he thought about it he should have been expecting it. Any new physical exercise, if overdone, caused the muscles involved to ache. If he’d been more circumspect and eased into sex through a series of encounters, each involving more in-depth play he probably wouldn’t hurt as much, but then again he’d always just leapt straight in.

He heard movement in the other room and a moment later Iruka’s head popped around the corner before the man himself leant against the door frame and leered happily at him. If he’d been feeling better he probably would have leered right back and invited the man into the shower, as it was he resolutely turned his back to his voyeur to continue his ablutions. Behind him Iruka chuckled softly. Then the man moved, uninvited, into his personal space under the flow of warm water.

“Let me get that for you” the now damp man murmured softly against Kakashi’s ear. Tanned hands ran down his ribs, tickling slightly, before swirling around his hips onto his butt. Insistent fingers gently probed the area, kneading his aching glutes and tailbone. He flinched in protest and Iruka, who was currently plastered to his back drew back in enquiry. He tried to pretend that nothing was wrong but when a long fingered hand squeezed his ass he flinched involuntarily.

Kakashi felt Iruka gather up a tiny amount of chakra, if he hadn’t been so close he would have missed it entirely, and cocked his head to see a tanned hand surrounded by an extremely pale green glow. It looked like a washed out healing jutsu. Iruka then pushed the incredibly faint greenish glow into his tailbone. Kakashi blinked in shock, the viciousness of the ache had been dulled – he could still feel the after effects of the nights’ activities but they no longer ruled his body.

“What did you just do?” he queried, his curiosity peaked. Iruka merely laughed softly again and then proceeded to show him the hand signs. It was one of the smallest and weakest jutsu that Kakashi had ever seen. It could probably heal small bruises and swellings and just barely knit skin but nothing else. If you were bleeding then it was basically useless. He copied it out of habit anyway – who knew when knowing something like this could be the difference between living and dieing.

“A little something that I use to soothe the bruises and scrapes on my students and it works wonders on pimples. Bend over a bit more and I’ll show you another little use that I’ve found for it.” Kakashi leant forward under the slight pressure from Iruka’s hand willing to allow the other man to do what he pleased for the moment. He felt the water slick hand slide down his spine, dip into the hollow at the small of his back then pause for a moment before sliding over his crack, one tingly finger dipping inside.

“Easy now this might sting a bit at first” Iruka warned him before the finger that was causing Kakashi’s skin to twitch at the feel of chakra slowly pressed its way inside of him. He nearly yelped but swallowed it just in time as the tingle spread out from Iruka’s fingertip and into Kakashi’s abused muscle. The worst of the pain leached away slowly as Iruka withdrew his finger. His gut quieted as the sharp pain eased to a dull ache and he sighed in relief.

Now he really felt like he’d had a long night of great sex, the ache a reminder of all the pleasures that they had shared together rather than the victim of a sex attack. He arched his back and stretched his arms up in satisfaction feeling approving eyes watching him. He deliberately flexed his muscles and struck a pose to draw a low snorting laugh from his lover who tenderly ran soapy hands all over his body before drawing him into a full body hug and gently kissing the nape of his neck.

Kakashi leant back into the comforting embrace before hinting strongly that a trip to the hot springs preceded by a nice breakfast out would excuse all of the little marks that had randomly appeared all over his body courtesy of one pre-genin sensei. Iruka chuckled into his ear making him shiver before turning off the water and wrapping him in a warm towel. He was gently dried off and then steered towards the bedroom to be thoroughly groped and properly attired

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Iruka smirked at the sight of his lover humming happily to himself, Kakashi looked like he would have been skipping along had his butt not still been paining him. They were on their way to a particular bath house that had a reputation for doing a mean breakfast. Kakashi, it turned out, had never been there before and it was obvious that he was excited to be going. Iruka planned to get them a private pool as well but he hadn’t told his lover that just yet – he didn’t want to spoil the surprise.

Iruka liked to think he was a considerate lover and after his performance last night Kakashi deserved to be pampered. Normally he would pamper his partner in the privacy of his own home but the jounin had hinted, not very subtly, that he would like to go to the hot springs. Iruka supposed it had something to do with Icha Icha but hadn’t asked, he didn’t want to think that his – very - male lover was trying to act like the ‘heroine’ in smutty novel.

Luckily the hot springs weren’t that crowded, it was still too early. On a whim Iruka splashed out on a room with an attached spring rather than just a private pool and opted to have a breakfast tray delivered. Kakashi, who was currently attempting to look as disinterested as he normally did, turned an adoring eye his way, totally spoiling the effect he was trying to create. Iruka smiled guilelessly at the attendant hoping that she didn’t recognise either of them.

The room was small but well appointed and the breakfast simple but filling. Iruka, experiencing a moment of miserliness, might almost have regretted his impulsive expenditure if it hadn’t been for the sight of his boyfriend slowly stripping off and easing his way into the steaming water. The haze made his pale body fade in and out of focus, making him look ethereal and the heat brought a pink flush to his pale skin. Iruka could sit here and drink in the sight for hours.

“Are you coming?” Kakashi enquired with a smirk and Iruka snorted softly at the intentional innuendo before rising to his feet and slipping free of his clothing before stepping sedately into the welcoming waters. He felt the heat seep into his muscles and groaned softly in enjoyment. Kakashi was watching him with avid interest and he blushed slightly in response. The other man could always make him blush at the drop of a hat – it had to be some sort of weird skill.

Iruka gathered the other ninja onto his lap as he reclined in the privacy of their pool content to enjoy having the other man so close. Kakashi relaxed back into his embrace, appearing almost boneless, and Iruka felt honoured at the level of trust the jounin was showing him. Normally, despite his relaxed appearance Kakashi was ready to spring into action at the merest hint of danger but right now he was putting his complete trust in Iruka to do so first. He absently petted Kakashi’s damp hair in thanks.

Petting of hair led to petting of a hairless chest and soon Iruka found himself idly roaming his hands over as much skin as he could reach without disturbing his partner. His actions were oddly chaste considering the fact that they were both naked and had just spent a glorious night together. He found himself exploring the many scars that criss-crossed his lovers’ body, proof of his pact to protect his village at any cost, running his fingers along them and trying, soundlessly, to guess what had caused them.

His actions were obviously therapeutic to the normally highly strung copy ninja who was fighting to keep his eye open. As his hands continued to roam he also admired the many hickeys that he’d made during the previous nights’ activities. He’d done a really good job on the man, it was a shame that no-one else would ever see them - he had an insane urge to brag to his fellow teachers, not to mention to the jounin who hung around the mission office.

As he smiled to himself imagining the various scenarios that would cause such a situation to come about he noticed a soft, deep, repetitive rumble emanating from the chest underneath his fingertips. He paused briefly in his explorations in stare in wonder at the sleeping copy-nin before continuing. He could watch Kakashi’s unguarded face for hours – for a reputedly blood-soaked former assassin he looked remarkable cute whilst sleeping. He leant forward and gently kissed the man on the tip of his nose. Kakashi didn’t even stir.

Thoroughly steamed and feeling distinctly lazy Iruka carried the dozing copy-nin inside and laid him out on the cushions, rolling him carefully onto his stomach. Keeping one hand in the centre of the warm back Iruka reached for a bottle of massage oil he had noticed here earlier. He held the bottle tightly to try and warm the oil whilst he murmured sweet nothings to the prone form below him. Deeming the oil was warm as it was likely to get he poured a generous amount onto the silken skin.

Kakashi broke out in goose pimples and shivered slightly at the sensation and Iruka silently cursed to himself, obviously the oil was nowhere near warm enough, but the damage was done now he would just have to try and make it up to the other man. Kneeling forward he began to knead the muscles in Kakashi’s back. Not surprisingly there were a lot of knots and he patiently set to working them out to the accompaniment of Kakashi’s sleepy groans.

Kakashi’s pale skin glistened with oil, his skin red where Iruka had been working out the tension. Iruka had done his whole body, from the tips of his fingers down to his toes. It had taken quite a while and he took a moment to sit back on his heels to admire the view. A pale eye opened and glanced meaningfully at him before Kakashi rolled himself onto his back to display a prominent erection.

“Maa Iruka, I think you missed a muscle” he declared happily and Iruka couldn’t help but grin along with him as he bent over to inspect the indicated muscle, Kakashi blushing at the close scrutiny.

“I didn’t miss it Kashi-kun I thought it needed a special type of massage.” He swirled his tongue around the glistening tip “A tongue massage or perhaps you would prefer a throat massage?” He inhaled the hardened flesh, sinking down until his nose met silver pubic hair before slowly withdrawing, letting it go with a wet ‘pop’ noise. He glanced up at Kakashi’s blissful expression before taking the head into his mouth again, letting his tongue play with the silky flesh.