The Trick Is Not Minding

Chapter Thirteen

Iruka opened his eyes and realized he was no longer in his house. He must be indoors, there was a ceiling visible straight ahead, but he couldn’t turn his head or move his limbs to see anything further. This is probably bad, he thought fuzzily, what happened to me anyway, did I have an accident, is this the hospital? He jerked hard against his restraints when he remembered what had happened before he lost consciousness. He still didn’t know where he was, but he knew why he was there, and he blushed when his mind helpfully supplied, and . . . you’re naked.

Kakashi strolled back home from the mission room, enjoying the freedom after being cooped up at Iruka’s. It wasn’t often he could just loiter and enjoy nature and he was taking full advantage of it. He had reported at the mission desk, but didn’t have to leave on a mission until Monday. Two days, he mused, I have two days to put my life back together. Good mood now blown, he turned towards his apartment, pondering as he walked whether or not he should go check on Iruka. No, he finally decided, I need to just leave him alone so he can go back to his life.

Still lost in thought he turned the key in the lock and went inside, toeing off his sandals in the entrance. He lifted his eyes, and went into shock. There in front of him was the man he had been thinking of, but this Iruka looked very different from the one he had seen mere hours ago. The chuunin was pinned to the wall, a knife through the palm of each hand, naked, spattered with blood, his face bruised and swollen. “Kakashi run . . .” he croaked before he was cut off by the soft smooth voice of the copy-nin’s nightmares. “Welcome home pet. I was beginning to think you weren’t coming back, I really didn’t want to start without you. I did so want you here while I break in my new pet, just in case I need to give a demonstration.” Kakashi stood frozen in place, I have to stop this, he thought, but how. Aoshi reached out to stroke the chuunin’s cheek with the back of his hand. “This one will be so much fun, he’s so responsive, a little mouthy though, perhaps I should take care of that problem.” He grabbed the chuunin’s face in his hand and squeezed until he opened his mouth, “I think I’ll cut out his tongue, that will shut him up.”

The dam holding back Kakashi’s rage broke. He roared “You will not touch him.” and launched himself at Aoshi, knocking him away from the stunned teacher. Aoshi laughed, a dead brittle sound, before reminding the copy-nin of just who he was confronting. “Shut up bitch, before I do the same to you. No . . . I’m going to make you watch me destroy him, and then I’m going to remind you why your ass is mine.” He raised his gaze, only to be caught in the swirling tomoes of Kakashi’s sharingan. Aoshi screamed in agony as his mind was locked in a shadow world where he found himself the recipient of all the tortures he had ever inflicted on the copy-nin.

Kakashi bent over and lifted the near comatose jounin’s head, whispering “His ass is mine, my ass is mine, hell, your ass is mine.” He smirked, “I think it’s time for a redistribution of power.” Then he dropped his head to bang on the floor, and rushed to free the chuunin. Iruka slumped into the copy-nin’s arms when his hands were freed and the jounin tenderly lifted him in his arms and carried him to the bedroom, gently placing him on the bed before asking, “What’s Ibiki’s number, I think we need his help.” The teacher muttered the necessary digits and Kakashi turned to go. “No, please, don’t leave me again.” a soft voice pleaded. “I won’t leave you,” the copy-nin solemnly replied, “I promise. But you need treatment, and I can’t give it to you. I’m just going to make a call, I’ll be right back.”

Ibiki was not happy. He appeared in the copy-nin’s apartment with three ANBU and a medic in tow. “What the hell happened?” he roared, “Why are you here, why is Iruka here, and what in gods name did you do to Aoshi?”

Once Iruka was healed and Aoshi taken into custody, Kakashi pulled out a pair of worn sweat pants and an old soft t-shirt and helped the teacher to dress, stating it was high time he was home in his own bed. That said, he made the hand signs and they appeared in the chuunin’s living room. He tenderly carried his charge into the bedroom and tucked him in bed. “Stay, please.” Iruka said as he pulled back the covers and patted the bed next to him. “Are you sure?” the jounin asked, “It’s my fault you were hurt . . .”

He was cut off mid-sentence. “It’s Aoshi’s fault I was hurt, that and my own for being too weak to fight him, you saved me. . . thank you.” Then Iruka lifted the copy-nin’s hand to his lips and gently kissed his palm. “Come, rest with me, please, keep me safe.” The copy-nin knew it was a bad idea, knew it would only lead to more hurt, but this man was his, he had staked a claim to him . . . and now he was reluctant to let him go. So Kakashi did what his heart so desperately wanted and slipped in beside the chuunin, settling on his back, the teacher snuggled into his chest as the jounin idly stroked his hair and contemplated the twists and turns this day had brought.

It was at this moment, as he was relaxing and winding down after a very long day, that Kakashi realized he had a little problem. Well, not so little, he thought wryly as he shifted slightly to try and adjust his swelling need without waking the dozing teacher, and hissed at the friction. He shut his eyes briefly against the pleasure, and opened them to meet amused chocolate, “Let me help you with that.” the chuunin whispered, then licked his lips and disappeared under the covers.

“Wha . . .” the jounin’s question trailed off into a startled shriek as Iruka’s tongue painted a cold wet stripe across his balls and down his engorged length. He could only whimper and pant as the teacher circled the head, swiping across the tip before dropping to take the full length deep into his throat. Kakashi could no longer think, he could only feel, thrusting up hard into the wet hot cavern. Cold air assaulted him as the mouth disappeared to be replaced by a hand, and the wicked tongue moved to his balls, laving them tenderly before they were in turn suckled gently.

So distracted was he by his pleasure he did not protest when then tongue traveled further, tracing his puckered entrance and pressing firmly to dip inside. The copy-nin wailed his approval “Oh fuck, that’s so good, so dirty, so hot . . .” He writhed in pleasure, then went rigid when the tongue was joined by a finger. Oh no you will not! He thought as he smoothly rolled the teacher underneath his larger form, quickly stripping off the sweat pants and t-shirt he still wore and folding his legs up to his chest, fondling the firm curves of his ass.

Thinking back to the other day, Kakashi reached into the night table, retrieved the lube, and handed it to Iruka “Prepare yourself, I want to watch you get ready for me, show me how much you want me.”

The chuunin quickly coated his fingers and moved them to his entrance, both embarrassed and turned on by the jounin’s request and his hungry heated gaze. He slowly slid the first finger in half way, and withdrew it to thrust again. All too soon he was thrusting three fingers deep in his own ass, crying out each time he brushed his prostate.

The throbbing copy-nin would not wait a moment longer. He quickly slicked himself and yanked out the chuunin’s fingers, replacing them immediately with his substantial length, groaning when he felt his balls press firmly against smooth cheeks. Mine, he thought, this is all mine, only mine, mine, mine, mine. The chant danced through his head as he pulled back and thrust hard, reveling in the velvety warmth clutching him and the sight of the beautiful man in his arms writhing in pleasure. Because of me, his mental affirmation continued, I’m the man, his man, his only man, mine, mine.

The pace increased, each man chasing his pleasure, hips clashing in a furious rhythm. Finally Iruka gasped and shrieked as he sprayed his hot seed between them. Kakashi groaned as the chuunin’s passage grew impossibly tight, and bit down hard on the juncture of the teacher’s neck and shoulder, drawing blood as his release tore through him, filling the chuunin, making him spasm and writhe as the jounin’s come slammed into his prostate.

Neither man moved for several minutes, the only sounds their gasping breaths and thundering heartbeats. The silence was broken by a mournful voice “I hurt you.” the copy-nin declared solemnly as he eyed the sluggishly bleeding bite mark on the chuunin’s shoulder, “I told you I would.”

“You could never hurt me, I like it, it shows that I’m yours.” The teacher yawned and snuggled back against Kakashi, allowing his eyes to drop shut and immediately falling into a deeper sleep. The jounin was not so lucky. Sleep eluded him as he lay, silently stroking Iruka’s back, pondering the troubling consequences of what he had just done, and wondering just what, exactly, he should do next.