Escort

Epilogue

“Oi, Iruka,” Genma called from the filing room in the missions office, “I’m gonna go get some dinner. You want anything?”

“No. I’ve gotta get going,” the brunette replied, smiling at the shocked expression the blonde was wearing when he emerged. Genma managed somehow not to swallow his senbon as he got up the courage to ask the all-important question.

“Plans or something?”

“I’ve got to go play escort,” Iruka said with a coy smile that invited – no, dared – Genma to ask. He wisely didn’t.

“See you later, then.” Genma said as he watched Iruka pack up and head out the door. He was so dumbfounded that he didn’t move from his spot until Iruka’s replacement, some chuunin he didn’t know the name of, called his. After that he sat in a daze, chewing on the end of his senbon in wonder. Iruka had left on time for once. Maybe Raidou knew what was going on. Maybe.

“Yo,” a deceptively cheery voice said. Genma peered up at Kakashi and was suddenly worried for his health. The elder jounin was smiling. Genma shivered.

“Yo, yourself.”

“Where’s Iruka?”

Genma’s eyebrow rose. “Iruka? He left. Said he had to go play escort or something.”

“Really,” Kakashi’s visible eye crinkled a bit more. “Later.”

He was gone in a burst of smoke and burning ozone, leaving Genma intact and alive if a bit unnerved. He bolted the second his replacement arrived and went to find Raidou. His lover would never believe this.


Escort, Kakashi thought gleefully, Iruka’s playing escort.

Any other word would’ve made Kakashi quite angry indeed, but that particular word made him quite happy. And horny. Because he had an idea and that idea made him one horny Kakashi. But he had to be patient, a word that was never in his vocabulary when Iruka was involved. He needed to work on it. He teleported into Iruka’s apartment instead of waiting at the door like he should’ve, and wondered for a long moment why the furniture had been moved around. Then he understood and grinned when he saw the daimyo costume set out for him on the small table in the middle of the living room. He quickly read the note – it wasn’t really important – and changed just as fast before sitting on the couch in as much a regal way as possible before Iruka glided into the room.

Kakashi had to remember not to gape too much at his chuunin because he probably felt horribly embarrassed to be dressed as a geisha. But the dark blue kimono brought out and contrasted with his eyes, making him incredibly beautiful. His hair was styled in a bun, pinned with decorated senbon, and his face was subtlety painted, giving him that feminine look. Kakashi raised one hand.

“Stop there.” Kakashi said in his best noble voice. “Who sent you?”

He watched Iruka fidget. “My master,” Iruka said finally.

“Who is your master?”

“He’s known only as the Scarecrow.”

Kakashi fought not to smile as he turned his hand over, palm up, and beckoned Iruka with his index finger. Obediently, the brunette came forward, slow and sultry, watching Kakashi from beneath his bangs.

“Testing my patience are you?” Kakashi asked. Iruka only smiled. When he was within reach, Kakashi grabbed him and pulled him into his lap so that Iruka was straddling his hips.

“I don’t wanna play anymore,” Kakashi whispered as his hands opened Iruka’s kimono, sliding over his chest to tease his nipples. “Do you?”

“I was doing this for you.” Iruka replied, arching backwards as pleasure stole up his spine at the attention.

“You know you don’t need to pretend to get me going.”

“I was trying to be – oh – sexy.”

“You are,” Kakashi replied before he sealed his mouth over Iruka’s right nipple, tongue lapping at the hardened nub as his free hand snuck up toward Iruka’s hair to twitch it out of the bun, setting those decorated senbon off to the side somewhere. Kakashi didn’t care if Iruka dressed up to act out a fantasy – in fact, the kimonos looked godly on him – because he only had eyes for Iruka. The shy chuunin would probably understand in time, but for now, Kakashi focused on bringing Iruka pleasure. His fingers slid along Iruka’s spine south from his neck, his fingertips encountering a massive line of scar tissue. He only knew what the scar was because of Naruto, having eavesdropped on a conversation the blonde boy and Sasuke had been having one night on a mission. He traced it, knowing a little more to the left, Iruka could’ve been killed, or worse, left paralyzed. But he hadn’t and here he was, with Kakashi. And he was solely Kakashi’s – well, sexually, anyway, because they were –lovers– and Naruto’s claim on Iruka only went as far as –big brother–. So Kakashi had nothing to fear.

His breath left him in a great sigh as he felt Iruka slide his hips over his growing erection and followed through to begin a gentle grind as he pulled off Iruka’s kimono, tossing it to the floor and pausing after a moment, staring at it and the senbon.

“Later,” Iruka said, breathless.

“But,”

“After.” A soft intake of breath. “Promise.”

Kakashi fought down the neurosis and soon forgot the mess on the floor when Iruka’s teeth found the shell of his ear, nibbling in horrible ways. Kakashi arched, lifted Iruka into his arms as the brunette wrapped his naked legs around the jounin’s waist, and surged off the couch, toward Iruka’s bedroom. Clothes were shed in route, which Kakashi would fret over when he woke up beside his chuunin the next morning. He’d pick them up when Iruka wasn’t looking and feel mightily clever because Iruka would pretend not to notice. But that was for the morning. Right now, he was solely focused on Iruka and pleasuring him. They fell onto the bed, a tangle of naked limbs and wet kisses, each trying to make the other shiver in pleasure and moan for more. Kakashi rolled his hips into Iruka’s and elicited a cry that couldn’t even match the written moans of Icha Icha. Kakashi shuddered and grinned because Iruka was keeping his promise and so much more. Somehow, Kakashi wedged his knees in between Iruka’s and spread them, one hand wrapping around Iruka’s length as his other meandered up Iruka’s stomach to his mouth. Strong fingers tapped Iruka’s lips and ever so slowly did they part, accepting those digits inside. Faintly, Kakashi supposed he should’ve fetched a little something more romantic than spit for lube, but the heat in Iruka’s eyes kept him still. Another fleeting thought was for condoms, but they’d never used them before, so why start now?

Kakashi slipped his fingers from Iruka’s mouth and trailed the wet digits down the brunette’s chest, over his stomach, through the coarse thatch of hair at the juncture of his thighs and finally stopped on the little pucker he’d invaded so roughly before. Red and blue rose to meet darkened brown and Kakashi received a short nod as Iruka lifted his hips in invitation. Slowly, Kakashi slid his fingers into Iruka’s body, two digits knuckle by knuckle until Kakashi couldn’t push any further. Then he withdrew, thrust and withdrew again, scissoring his fingers to loosen tight muscles as his chuunin moaned and writhed beneath him. The sounds he elicited from Iruka were of utter pleasure and love and Kakashi never wanted to lose those sounds. They’d come to a compromise; Kakashi would tell Iruka of a mission and roughly when he was expected to be back, and if it was ANBU he’d take the mask Iruka had hung on his den wall, returning it when he was back. Iruka would also tell Kakashi of any missions he went on, if any, and he wouldn’t get mad at Kakashi for his constant porn reading – provided it wasn’t around children – or his obsession about keeping things neat and tidy.

“Kakashi!”

The silver-haired jounin grinned at Iruka’s cry, pulling his fingers out of Iruka’s loosened passage. He spat in his hand and rubbed it over his throbbing erection, positioning himself against Iruka and meeting his eyes before he pushed in. He paused at any sign of pain, but when Iruka bit his shoulder he shoved his way into his lover. Iruka was fierce when there was something he wanted and he could get temperamental when it was kept out of his reach for too long. He hooked his arms under Iruka’s knees and folded his brunette in half, pounding into him with sharp, short thrusts until Iruka was panting hard, and quickly changed the tempo to slow and deep, the tip of Kakashi’s erection brushing over Iruka’s prostate with every thrust. The brunette tossed his head and moaned deliciously as Kakashi made love to him, lips meeting in rough, loving kisses as Kakashi picked up his pace again, slamming into Iruka to drive him over the edge.

He heard Iruka scream and was faintly aware of his own cry of passion as Iruka’s inner walls clamped tight around his erection, the throbbing only serving to milk Kakashi as his own essence spilled out inside of his chuunin. Iruka, however, was a sticky mess of sweat and come. He pulled his limp penis from Iruka’s body and massaged his lover’s thighs as Iruka yawned. Kakashi moved to grab a corner of the bed sheet – another thing to fret over in the morning – and wiped Iruka clean, then himself, and settled down on the bed to encircle Iruka in his arms.

“Iruka?”

There was a long pause before Iruka gave a sleepy “Hrm…?” in reply. Kakashi smiled.

“I love you,”

“Love you, too, ‘Kashi,” Iruka replied in a whisper before he fell back into a deep, peaceful sleep. Kakashi watched his lover for a long while before he too closed his eyes. With Iruka escorting him into the dream world, Kakashi decided he wasn’t afraid to be without Iruka for just a little while.


- Owari -