A Flash of Pink
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Epilogue
Title: A flash of pink
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Iruka, Kakashi
Rating: R
Status: Epilogue
Summary: Kakashi is stressed and Iruka is tired, they want some time to themselves.
Kakashi raised a tired eye to see the exhaustion bowed frame of his lover. It was nearly midnight and they had been working since before dawn. Running a village was a lot more difficult than Kakashi had ever really suspected. It was one thing to hear your superiors griping occasionally and quite another to know that they really had every right to grumble. Scanning the final document in his ‘urgent’ pile, Kakashi initialled it to indicate that he had read it and placed it in the pile for filing.
Standing up, he stretched and winced as his bones popped. Moving around the desk towards his lover, he smiled happily and declared that they were going home, and staying there for at least eight hours. Strangely enough, his lover agreed without even a token protest. That was decidedly odd, Iruka was a stickler for being on time, if not actually early, for work every morning. All of the extra work that they had been doing must’ve been taking a bigger toll than he realised.
When they reached their apartment, Kakashi immediately sat Iruka down whilst he heated up some left-overs. The way that his lover just slumped against the table was disconcerting to say the least. Thinking back over the last few weeks though, he was ashamed to realise that Iruka had been acting this way for a while and he just hadn’t been paying enough attention. He wondered what he had done to cause his beloved to act in this strange way, and what he could do to fix it.
Setting down he plates, Kakashi was relieved to see Iruka perk up somewhat and dig in healthily. He quickly bolted down his own meal, too hungry to care for propriety or to worry about the possibility of indigestion, looking up just in time to catch Iruka’s irritable glare. Wondering what he could possibly have done wrong he absently gathered up the dirty dishes and took them to the sink. When he turned around, Iruka had vanished. Seconds later he heard the shower start up and smiled.
He carefully hung his official robes up on the back of the door and stripped off before moving to the bathroom. Upon opening the door, he was nearly suffocated from the excess of steam. Waving a lax hand in front of his face in a vain attempt to clear the air, he moved towards the shower cubicle. However, just as he slid the curtain back, Iruka emerged from under the stream. He was dripping wet and absolutely gorgeous. Kakashi felt his blood heat just looking at his lover.
Slipping beneath the steaming stream he watched lustily as Iruka slowly dried himself off, enjoying the way the pinkish towel caressed the golden skin. Tired eyes met his for an instant before Iruka mumbled something about bed and vanished into the steam cloud. Kakashi tracked his lover by sound as the man left the bathroom and moved into the bedroom. Realising that he had just soaped his abdominals for the third time, Kakashi blushed and vowed to find out what was bothering Iruka in the morning.
Morning found Kakashi curled protectively around his softly snoring lover. Last night as he had climbed into bed, he had turned off Iruka’s alarm clock. They had been working too hard for too long not to deserve a late morning beside he still had to find out what was bothering his lover. Idly caressing the gorgeous man in his arms, Kakashi was surprised to see grey hairs mixed among the dark on Iruka’s head, and there were small wrinkles around his eyes that hadn’t been there in years past.
Odd that he hadn’t noticed how the years had passed, but he had been Rokudaime for nearly four years now. He and Iruka had been together for almost twelve years, they were definitely getting old. Outside the sun was up and light shone brightly through the window. Hauling his protesting carcass out of bed he padded to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. Breakfast in bed sounded like a nice idea he mused as he flicked the kettle on and set to work.
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Iruka awoke to the smell of something delicious. His nose twitched as that scent seemed to come closer and closer to his almost drooling mouth. Hearing a soft chuckle, he opened his eyes to see his long time lover perched on the edge of the bed holding a covered tray. He slowly sat up and smiled gently as he accepted the offering. Underneath the heat cover was a formidable breakfast. Obviously Kakashi thought he needed to be fattening up, smiling slightly he dug in.
Once breakfast was demolished, Iruka dragged himself to the bathroom and then stood in front of the bed where his lover lounged. It was clearly past time to be at the office, but Iruka couldn’t find it in himself to be cranky, after all Kakashi had been looking terrible these last few weeks. Stress and Kakashi normally didn’t mix but recent pressure had clearly taken their toll. Iruka had done his best to help with the work load and had tried to stay calm and quiet so as not to disturb his lover.
Deliberately eyeing his lover up and down, Iruka licked his lips as he slowly stripped off. Naked, he stood and allowed himself to be admired before crawling onto the bed and nestling beside his expectant lover. He wasn’t really in the mood for anything too strenuous, but a little heavy petting would definitely relax his over-wound copy-nin. He snickered suggestively as he began to run his hands over as much pale skin as he could reach, slapping away the hands that tried to return the favour.
Comfortably nestled between lanky thighs, Iruka licked a slow stripe up the hardened flesh before him. He never got tired of the reactions that he could elicit from doing this. He languidly stroked the muscled body beneath him as he swirled his tongue and played with the blood-stiffened organ. He knew exactly what Kakashi liked and what made him loose control, and it didn’t take long before the copy-nin was writhing and breathlessly pleading with him.
Licking his lips as he rose from his treat, Iruka met Kakashi’s hazy eye with his own lust-filled gaze and was rewarded with seeing a flush slowly rise over pale cheeks. Giving head was one of his favourite intimate activities and he felt a lot better than he had in weeks. Weeks in which they had barely touched one another and Iruka fully intended to make up for lost time. He wanted the most powerful man in Konoha reduced to a blissful puddle of satisfaction.
It was lunchtime before they made it into the office but no-one said anything, no-one wanted to risk Kakashi actually explaining what had made them take so long. Iruka met the eyes of each ninja calmly and without blushing, he would not feel ashamed of taking the time to re-acquaint himself with his lover when he knew that there were no meetings planned. The stacks of paperwork were never-ending but somehow they didn’t seem as bad today as they had yesterday.
He watched as Kakashi settled himself at his desk and flipped open his Icha Icha. His lover always read two pages before beginning his day; he always claimed that the stories were such a part of his routine that he would die if he stopped. Iruka shook his head at his lovers’ foibles and humming softly to himself, he began to organise the remainder of his day, after all Naruto and Sakura would be in soon to continue their lessons in how to run a hidden ninja village.
As the sun sank below the horizon, Iruka declared that they all deserved a ramen treat for working so hard. Naruto’s shouted agreement nearly deafened him and he smiled at the undulled effervescence even as he shooed everybody outside. A nice meal with his favourite people and an early night would complete his perfect day, and if he was lucky, he might even be able to convince Kakashi that should continue their morning’s activities. Smiling at the thought, he caught his lovers’ hand and squeezed it gently.
Genre: Romance/Smut
Characters: Iruka, Kakashi
Rating: R
Status: Epilogue
Summary: Kakashi is stressed and Iruka is tired, they want some time to themselves.
Kakashi raised a tired eye to see the exhaustion bowed frame of his lover. It was nearly midnight and they had been working since before dawn. Running a village was a lot more difficult than Kakashi had ever really suspected. It was one thing to hear your superiors griping occasionally and quite another to know that they really had every right to grumble. Scanning the final document in his ‘urgent’ pile, Kakashi initialled it to indicate that he had read it and placed it in the pile for filing.
Standing up, he stretched and winced as his bones popped. Moving around the desk towards his lover, he smiled happily and declared that they were going home, and staying there for at least eight hours. Strangely enough, his lover agreed without even a token protest. That was decidedly odd, Iruka was a stickler for being on time, if not actually early, for work every morning. All of the extra work that they had been doing must’ve been taking a bigger toll than he realised.
When they reached their apartment, Kakashi immediately sat Iruka down whilst he heated up some left-overs. The way that his lover just slumped against the table was disconcerting to say the least. Thinking back over the last few weeks though, he was ashamed to realise that Iruka had been acting this way for a while and he just hadn’t been paying enough attention. He wondered what he had done to cause his beloved to act in this strange way, and what he could do to fix it.
Setting down he plates, Kakashi was relieved to see Iruka perk up somewhat and dig in healthily. He quickly bolted down his own meal, too hungry to care for propriety or to worry about the possibility of indigestion, looking up just in time to catch Iruka’s irritable glare. Wondering what he could possibly have done wrong he absently gathered up the dirty dishes and took them to the sink. When he turned around, Iruka had vanished. Seconds later he heard the shower start up and smiled.
He carefully hung his official robes up on the back of the door and stripped off before moving to the bathroom. Upon opening the door, he was nearly suffocated from the excess of steam. Waving a lax hand in front of his face in a vain attempt to clear the air, he moved towards the shower cubicle. However, just as he slid the curtain back, Iruka emerged from under the stream. He was dripping wet and absolutely gorgeous. Kakashi felt his blood heat just looking at his lover.
Slipping beneath the steaming stream he watched lustily as Iruka slowly dried himself off, enjoying the way the pinkish towel caressed the golden skin. Tired eyes met his for an instant before Iruka mumbled something about bed and vanished into the steam cloud. Kakashi tracked his lover by sound as the man left the bathroom and moved into the bedroom. Realising that he had just soaped his abdominals for the third time, Kakashi blushed and vowed to find out what was bothering Iruka in the morning.
Morning found Kakashi curled protectively around his softly snoring lover. Last night as he had climbed into bed, he had turned off Iruka’s alarm clock. They had been working too hard for too long not to deserve a late morning beside he still had to find out what was bothering his lover. Idly caressing the gorgeous man in his arms, Kakashi was surprised to see grey hairs mixed among the dark on Iruka’s head, and there were small wrinkles around his eyes that hadn’t been there in years past.
Odd that he hadn’t noticed how the years had passed, but he had been Rokudaime for nearly four years now. He and Iruka had been together for almost twelve years, they were definitely getting old. Outside the sun was up and light shone brightly through the window. Hauling his protesting carcass out of bed he padded to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. Breakfast in bed sounded like a nice idea he mused as he flicked the kettle on and set to work.
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Iruka awoke to the smell of something delicious. His nose twitched as that scent seemed to come closer and closer to his almost drooling mouth. Hearing a soft chuckle, he opened his eyes to see his long time lover perched on the edge of the bed holding a covered tray. He slowly sat up and smiled gently as he accepted the offering. Underneath the heat cover was a formidable breakfast. Obviously Kakashi thought he needed to be fattening up, smiling slightly he dug in.
Once breakfast was demolished, Iruka dragged himself to the bathroom and then stood in front of the bed where his lover lounged. It was clearly past time to be at the office, but Iruka couldn’t find it in himself to be cranky, after all Kakashi had been looking terrible these last few weeks. Stress and Kakashi normally didn’t mix but recent pressure had clearly taken their toll. Iruka had done his best to help with the work load and had tried to stay calm and quiet so as not to disturb his lover.
Deliberately eyeing his lover up and down, Iruka licked his lips as he slowly stripped off. Naked, he stood and allowed himself to be admired before crawling onto the bed and nestling beside his expectant lover. He wasn’t really in the mood for anything too strenuous, but a little heavy petting would definitely relax his over-wound copy-nin. He snickered suggestively as he began to run his hands over as much pale skin as he could reach, slapping away the hands that tried to return the favour.
Comfortably nestled between lanky thighs, Iruka licked a slow stripe up the hardened flesh before him. He never got tired of the reactions that he could elicit from doing this. He languidly stroked the muscled body beneath him as he swirled his tongue and played with the blood-stiffened organ. He knew exactly what Kakashi liked and what made him loose control, and it didn’t take long before the copy-nin was writhing and breathlessly pleading with him.
Licking his lips as he rose from his treat, Iruka met Kakashi’s hazy eye with his own lust-filled gaze and was rewarded with seeing a flush slowly rise over pale cheeks. Giving head was one of his favourite intimate activities and he felt a lot better than he had in weeks. Weeks in which they had barely touched one another and Iruka fully intended to make up for lost time. He wanted the most powerful man in Konoha reduced to a blissful puddle of satisfaction.
It was lunchtime before they made it into the office but no-one said anything, no-one wanted to risk Kakashi actually explaining what had made them take so long. Iruka met the eyes of each ninja calmly and without blushing, he would not feel ashamed of taking the time to re-acquaint himself with his lover when he knew that there were no meetings planned. The stacks of paperwork were never-ending but somehow they didn’t seem as bad today as they had yesterday.
He watched as Kakashi settled himself at his desk and flipped open his Icha Icha. His lover always read two pages before beginning his day; he always claimed that the stories were such a part of his routine that he would die if he stopped. Iruka shook his head at his lovers’ foibles and humming softly to himself, he began to organise the remainder of his day, after all Naruto and Sakura would be in soon to continue their lessons in how to run a hidden ninja village.
As the sun sank below the horizon, Iruka declared that they all deserved a ramen treat for working so hard. Naruto’s shouted agreement nearly deafened him and he smiled at the undulled effervescence even as he shooed everybody outside. A nice meal with his favourite people and an early night would complete his perfect day, and if he was lucky, he might even be able to convince Kakashi that should continue their morning’s activities. Smiling at the thought, he caught his lovers’ hand and squeezed it gently.