A Flash of Pink

Kakashi stretched luxuriously, revelling in the movement of his newly awoken muscles. He rolled over to face his bed partner, and boyfriend of 7 months, Iruka. They were sprawled upon Iruka’s rumpled bed with the cold light of dawn just sparking over the horizon. The night had been hot and sticky making the pre-dawn cool extra refreshing. He ran possessive eyes over the golden-tinged man lying next to him and drew in a shaky breath.

“Took you long enough” Iruka smirked teasingly at him before running a lax hand over his own chest. Kakashi grumped playfully and reached out long pale fingers to touch what had caught his eye. He hadn’t really noticed it last night when he’d collapsed into bed exhausted after a month long mission, even though Iruka had been lying naked and spread-eagled on the bed trying to avoid the heat. The sight had been incredibly tempting but all he’d been able to do was glance briefly, mumble a greeting and then fall asleep.

Iruka had obviously been a little bored waiting on his lover to return and he’d evidently been training heavily to pass the time. His muscles rippled when he moved, clearly defined even when he lay still. Kakashi ran his fingers over the ridges and valleys demarking Iruka’s abdominals and the man squirmed delightfully, still ticklish. Kakashi wondered idly if Iruka was now stronger than him in the purely physical sense, he certainly hoped so, he had discovered that he enjoyed being dominated.

Iruka was surprisingly kinky in bed, experienced in an astonishing variety of unexpected things. He made Kakashi’s body sing in ways he’d never known it could. Who’d have guessed that giving in to his feelings for another man would make his life so much better – he was more relaxed for one thing, not merely laid-back but actually mentally calm. So calm that he had even eased off on his visits to the memorial, several of his fellow nin had commented on this but he had refrained from explaining the reason.

It wasn’t that he was ashamed of his relationship with the academy teacher, he was anything but. He was more worried about how Iruka would cope with any wide-spread vicious rumours. Kakashi himself could simply request a long-term mission outside of the village and wait for any gossip storm to blow over. Iruka however was more or less trapped, there was no way that he’d abandon his beloved students over something as petty as other people’s opinions of his love-life.

Left to his own devices Kakashi would say nothing overt about their partnership, he would simply avoid any direct questioning and happily attach himself to whatever it was that Iruka happened to be doing, an added dimension to his world. He knew that his fellow jounin, whilst internally dying of curiosity, would never actually be so rude as to enquire, and he was sure that they would easily accept Iruka for who he was, not for whom he was sleeping with.

The next couple of weeks were going to be critical, they were going to be moving in together. It would advise everyone who needed to know that they were serious about each other and hopefully all of those who didn’t would assume that they were merely flatmates, sharing an apartment to cut down costs. Plenty of ninja shared apartments, generally those who went out on mid-to-long term field missions a lot, it drastically cut down expenses and they didn’t trip over each other all of the time.

Kakashi found that he was really looking forward to fully sharing his life with his beloved, although the idea of actually living with someone was a little bit scary, he’d lived alone ever since his father had left him. But the benefits definitely outweighed the negatives, besides he was sick of traipsing all over Konoha just to spend some quality time with his best friend and lover.

“Kakashi?” his lovers’ soft enquiry jerked him from his reverie and he looked up into loving eyes, leaning up for a passionate kiss. He moaned in enjoyment, a month without this had been torture, his body was on fire, desperate to feel skin on skin contact. He plastered himself across his lover, straddling muscular thighs and rubbing their groins together whilst his hands roamed, familiarising themselves with the altered terrain beneath him.

The body he was riding bucked up underneath him causing him to momentarily loose his balance. Before he could regain his equilibrium he found himself being forcibly rolled over and a golden god nestled between his thighs grinning down at him like a maniac. One slightly ink-stained hand grasped his wrists and held them above his head whilst the other reached down and pulled one of his legs up and slightly out allowing a hardened member to brush against an eager entrance.

“No more teasing” the god growled menacingly “I’ve been waiting for you all week, I’m not going to wait any longer” with the soft rasp of unshaven skin meeting unshaven shin Kakashi found his mouth invaded as Iruka attempted to lick his tonsils. Trying to increase his stimulation Kakashi attempted to tilt his hips forward and his head back. Iruka, growling his appreciation, abandoned his mouth in favour of his neck and rolled his hips luxuriously.

“I..Iruka..” he gasped, the sensual sensations overloading his brain and short-circuiting his speech capabilities. He lifted his other leg to wrap his around Iruka’s waist and ground back as best he could trying to indicate that he wanted more and he wanted it now. Iruka seemed to be able to read his body as easily as Kakashi read his porn and let go of the leg he still had a hold of moving his hand down between their sweating bodies.

Their coupling was quick, it had been too long since they were last together to draw it out and Kakashi was left breathless with satiated lust. Iruka slumped over him, momentarily unable to support his own body weight and Kakashi grasped him tightly, wanting him to stay as close as possible. He wondered if Iruka would be up for second, longer, round before they went to work. He certainly hoped so.

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Iruka smiled softly at his ramen, it was good having Kakashi back, he hadn’t felt this relaxed since the man had left. It was the first long mission that he’d been on since they’d gotten together. Iruka had been rather surprised that he had felt as bad as he had, Kakashi had been on plenty of long-term missions in the years that they’d been friends. Why it was suddenly so much different now that they were lovers Iruka didn’t know but he was glad that his partner had survived unscathed.

Whilst the man had been gone Iruka had had a revelation, or more precisely, he’d had a revelation forced upon him by his Hokage. Iruka had been out training as he’d done every evening since Kakashi had left, when Shizune had suddenly appeared out of the dusk demanding his immediate presence before Tsunade. Mentally running through all of the things that he’d done recently that could be the cause of a reprimand Iruka had jutsued immediately to his leader.

Tsunade had outlined, in no uncertain terms, that she knew all about his relationship with the copy-nin and about their plans to move in together. She had then basically interrogated him on his intentions towards Kakashi as well as what he had planned for their future. Iruka had nearly died from a blush-induced illness. Explaining his love of another man to his boss had been humiliating to say the least, but what the Hokage demanded the Hokage received – at least from her ninja.

Rather surprisingly instead of condemnation he had received a quiet congratulation and then an introduction to what the village had planned for its premier son. Kakashi was to be Rokudaime. Iruka was given a choice, he could submit to the will of the village and become Kakashi’s rock or he could walk away from the fledgling relationship now before he got in too deep. Iruka had chosen to stay without a second thought. He had been after Kakashi for years, a small thing like him becoming Hokage and risking his life for his village was a small price to pay.

Tsunade had seemed pleased at his lack of hesitation and pretty much dumped him on Shizune to begin training with kage-level paperwork. Between teaching at the academy, working at the mission desk, working out and his lessons with Shizune he’d been so busy that he hadn’t really had time to mope about his lovers’ absence. This was good, otherwise he’d probably have become a quivering wreck with nerves and suppressed lust.

He hadn’t told Kakashi and of this and he didn’t intend to, if the man was aware of what his village planned for him then he could bring the subject up and if he didn’t then Iruka didn’t intend to burst his bubble. Being Sharingan Kakashi was stressful enough without adding Iruka neurosis to the mix as well. Besides they were supposed to be house-hunting this weekend. Iruka had found a couple that he thought were absolutely perfect but he wanted Kakashi’s opinion.

Living together would most likely be a lot harder than it sounded. They had both lived alone since childhood and whilst Iruka had had lovers before he had never actually cohabited with any of them. He was determined to get an apartment large enough so that they could each have their own space when they trod on each others figurative toes. On the up side though it was bound to improve their love life quite significantly, having your partner right there when you felt horny was definitely a good thing.

“Yo!” an eye like a crescent moon over a dark mask descended into his field of view and he grinned happily, think of the devil. “You wanted to see me Iruka-sensei?” A tight black-clad butt glided past his peripheral vision as his lover plonked himself down on the next seat and ordered a bowl of ramen for himself. Iruka watched graceful gloved hands reach for chopsticks and break them apart as a steaming bowl was placed in front of him.

Iruka smiled contentedly at his own bowl, Kakashi’s paranoia about eating in public was one of the touchstones of his life, being one of the only people who had ever seen Kakashi’s face still made his hear flutter. He remembered Naruto telling endless tales of how team seven had constantly tried to see their sensei’s face whilst he was eating but they had never succeeded. Curiously he glanced at the stand owner as Kakashi inhaled his food to see him practically drooling.

Jealousy surged in Iruka’s breast, how dare the man ogle his lover openly like that, and how dare Kakashi not notice! Kakashi was his, nobody else’s, only his. The crunch of his chopsticks alerted Iruka that he might have let his emotions get the better of him again, he glanced quickly at the source of his disquiet to see him smiling disarmingly at him. That’s right, Kakashi had chosen him, he had nothing to be jealous about, all he was doing was making a fool of himself.

“Come on then ‘Kashi-kun, if you’re finished then I want to show you this flat. I saw it last week and I think it’ll be perfect for us. It’s not far from here.” He spoke just loudly enough that the stall owner could hear as well, rationality was all well and good but sometimes pettiness was just more satisfying.