The Trick Is Not Minding

A/N thanks for the reviews!! Sorry this chapter took so long, I'll try to pick up the pace again.

Chapter Ten

Iruka sat on the couch, replaying the last few minutes over in his head. There wasn’t much time, the longer he let this go the harder it would be to get the jounin to trust him again. Think, think, he chanted, why did he get so upset?

It was like a light went on in his head. Of course, how stupid am I anyway . . . and how am I ever going to fix this? He knocked softly on the bedroom door before he pushed it open. The copy-nin was laying on his side on the bed, facing the wall. He didn’t react at all when Iruka crossed the room and perched cautiously on the very edge of the bed.

“Kakashi, I need to apologize to you. What I said was very, very wrong. You’re not mine, you’re not anyone’s, but you are precious to me and I can’t bear to see you hurt. I want to protect you, but I shouldn’t, I don’t have the right to do anything for you. I hope you’ll stay here where it’s safe, I’ll leave you alone from now on if that’s what you want. I just, I always used to daydream about you, that we were together . . . I guess it’s a little creepy, I just never met anyone else that I wanted as much and so I waited . . . what I should have said is I’m yours, because I always have been.”

“You just don’t get it, do you.” the copy-nin turned and spat, unleashing all his pent up rage on the chuunin. “Fine, you want to be ‘mine’ so badly . . . what are you waiting for, hurry up and get your clothes off ‘pet’ I’ll show you what it means to be mine.” Iruka stayed frozen on the edge of the bed. “I said get undressed bitch, are you stupid?” the jounin snarled, and he backhanded the teacher, sending him tumbling off the bed to sprawl, disoriented, on the floor.

Iruka felt a strong hand pull him up by his hair, the copy-nin using his other hand to unfasten his pants and pull out his hardening penis. “Open up slut, you’ll want this nice and wet.” The next thing the teacher knew his mouth was full of Kakashi. He tried to pull back, but the hand in his hair was relentless, only allowing him to retreat slightly before yanking him forward until his nose was buried in soft silver curls. Pushing down his panic, Iruka forced himself to relax. If this was what the jounin needed he wouldn’t fight it. Besides, he reluctantly admitted, if only to himself, this was what he’d dreamed of, and at that he hardened impossibly, abandoning rational thought to chase his rising pleasure.

“That’s it,” the jounin crooned, “that’s my beautiful bitch, suck my nice hard cock, I can’t wait until I’m buried in your tight hot ass.” The teacher’s head was reeling, and he couldn’t hold back the moan triggered by that husky voice. Kakashi’s eyes snapped open as the vibrations tightened the coiling knot of lust deep inside him. He jerked in shock when the eyes he met weren’t tear-filled and panicked as he expected, but, rather, hazy with lust. This isn’t what I wanted, not at all, and the thought had him shoving the teacher away and fleeing to stand on the other side of the room.

Now that he’d had a taste of what he’d wanted for so long, Iruka had no intention of giving up so easily. Without thought he crossed the room and dropped back to his knees in front of the startled jounin, his voice a raspy whisper as his tongue eagerly traced the dripping length. “Please, please don’t stop, I want that . . . I want you, please don’t push me away.” Deep down he knew he was pushing too hard, too fast, and that this could all blow up in his face . . . but reason lost the battle with years of pent up lust, his hand scrabbled in the bedside drawer, finally locating a small bottle and shakily presenting it to the copy-nin.

Kakashi tried to concentrate on why this was a bad idea, but he couldn’t deny the fact that he wanted it . . . more than want, his mind supplied as the chuunin’s wicked tongue made him hiss his pleasure. But I don’t want to hurt him . . . I can do this, I can do this, he chanted as he let his instincts take over. Iruka’s world spun and he found himself naked on his hand and knees on the bed, the copy-nin’s lean form pressed tightly against him for a long moment before pulling away. The teacher let out a surprised “Ahhh” when he felt a calloused finger stroke his puckered entrance. When that finger slowly dipped inside he had to reach down and grab his erection hard, not wanting to come before he felt his soon-to-be lover buried inside him.

One finger became two, two became three, and Iruka writhed and moaned as he pushed back against them. “Now, please, hurry.” the teacher whispered, groaning when the fingers retreated, only to gasp as they were replaced with something much larger. “Relax, please relax.” the copy-nin ground out “you’re sooo hot, so tight . . . oh so good, so very very good.” He stroked the teacher’s sides tenderly as he slowly sank deeper, until he was finally buried to the hilt.

The chuunin couldn’t stand it any more. “Move, please.” he ground out, and he tentatively shifted against the hard length piercing him. Ever so slowly the copy-nin pulled out until only the head remained, then just as slowly pushed back in, the soft velvety walls seeming to pull him into their depths. Iruka arched and cried out as his prostate was brushed. “Again.”

Kakashi set a leisurely pace, reveling in the feeling, holding the chuunin’s hips firmly so he couldn’t move, forcing him to accept the slow, steady rhythm. He did not want to lose control, he especially did not want to hurt the wonderful, giving man who was letting him do this, trusting him to bring pleasure not pain. His body was screaming at him for more, harder, faster . . . he bit his lip and shook his head against the siren song. I will make this good, I swear I will, he repeated over and over to himself. Iruka, however, had other ideas. “I’m not made of glass, you’re not going to break me, please don’t hold back, I want you, all of you.” And the copy-nin’s legendary control snapped.

His hips began pistoning in and out of the tight heat as he reached a calloused hand around to firmly grasp the teacher’s neglected erection, stroking in time with his pace.

It was all too much for the inexperienced chuunin, and he came with a strangled shriek. Kakashi growled as the walls surrounding him became impossibly tight, building to a roar as he sprayed his seed deep inside his lover. He slumped, exhausted, over the broad back in front of him, mumbling thank you’s as he tried to catch his breath.

Iruka let out a whimper as the jounin’s softened length slipped from his entrance. The small sound jerked Kakashi back to the real world. “Oh my god, I hurt you. I didn’t want to hurt you. You shouldn’t have let me, shouldn’t have trusted me, I told you, I’m worthless, tainted, and now I’ve ruined you too.” He pushed back hard on his heels, scrambling to get away from the teacher’s warmth, horrified by what he’d done. He was stopped mid-flight by a firm hand and a soft voice. “You didn’t hurt me, I’m fine. . . I mean, it hurts, but that’s normal. I liked it,” the chuunin continued, “and I’d like to do it again.”

All he could manage in response was a garbled croak. Once again he allowed himself to consider, just for a moment, what it would be like to just stay here with Iruka. He cleared the cobwebs from his head with a shake and carefully lifted the chuunin and carried him to the bathroom. He filled the tub with warm water and tenderly placed his new lover inside. “Soak, you’ll feel better.” he said, then turned to leave. He was stopped by the teacher’s gentle voice. “Thank you, that was everything I ever dreamed of.” the chuunin’s eyes, and voice, dropped, and he flushed as he continued “Was it . . . was I . . . are you very disappointed?” He ground to a halt, too embarrassed in the aftermath to meet the eyes of the man whose name he’d been screaming minutes before.

Long pale fingers grasped the teacher’s chin and lifted it to look deep in his eyes. “You were perfect.” the copy-nin stated firmly “You are perfect. I’m just . . . I’m not sure about this . . . I’m not sure about anything, except that I don’t want you to get hurt, and if I stay here you will get hurt.” “Well then I’ll buy some aspirin, because you’re not going anywhere, at least not right now. You need to make sure I don’t fall asleep and drown in the tub.” “Alright, for now.” Kakashi solemnly agreed, then turned to leave, “I’ll go make tea.”