The Trick Is Not Minding

A/N sorry about the delay, I had trouble getting Kakashi to take off his mask!! enjoy!

Chapter Nineteen

When Iruka woke it was dark. The only light reflections of the moon and a pair of stone lanterns by the steaming pool. He gently stroked the broad scarred back of the exhausted copy-nin as he pondered exactly what he needed to do to prove to the jounin that small injuries incurred in the heat of passion were not the same as the horrendous tortures that had been inflicted on him. His chocolate eyes gazed sadly at the huddled figure next to him, poor ‘kashi, no one ever took the time to appreciate you, show you just how magnificent you are . . . I’m going to change that, he decided.

His gentle stroking turned into a soothing massage as he pondered exactly what he wanted to try on Kakashi. The real problem, he decided as his hands stroked firmly over sensitive scar tissue and eased tense muscles, is I’ve never done this before. He’d watched porn of course, what man hadn’t, and had an active fantasy life. He certainly knew what he wanted and enjoyed. But, he wasn’t confident about taking charge. Do what you’d like, he told himself firmly, you can do this.

In fact, the thought was turning him on a lot more than he’d anticipated. His erection sprang up hard against his abdomen as he pictured that long pale body stretched out under him, screaming his name, face twisted in ecstacy. Face, I need to see his face, the teacher thought, I need to kiss him, he’s probably never been kissed. He squeezed his erection hard and let out a hiss at the thought of seeing the face that had been hidden for decades. I bet he tastes wonderful, he thought, exotic and dangerous. So absorbed was he in his contemplation he didn’t notice that he was being intently observed by a too solemn eye.

“Does it still hurt Iruka?” the jounin’s voice was so full of anguish that it tore at the teacher’s heart.

“Oh ‘kashi,” Iruka said gently as he tilted to jounin’s head up to meet his eyes, “The only thing that hurts is how much I want you right now.” He bent his head and nuzzled the copy-nin’s ear before continuing in a husky whisper “Do you trust me not to hurt you?” The jounin nodded and he continued, “Then, let me show you how good you make me feel . . . let me love you ‘kashi.”

The copy-nin swallowed hard. He did trust Iruka, but he was still apprehensive. However, if this is what the teacher wanted he would go through with it, believing that the gentle chuunin would, at least, not cause as much pain as Aoshi had. Decision made he waited, stiff, wary, guarded and apprehensive.

The chuunin threw his arms around the brooding figure. “Don’t think so hard beloved, if you want me to stop, just say so, I promise it will be alright.” He dipped his head to nibble on the pale exposed throat, loving the soft pants he was drawing from his reluctant partner. “I do have a request though ‘kashi . . . I want this,” he reached up and slipped one finger under the top edge of the jounin’s ever-present mask “off, I want to really kiss you, taste you . . . I’ll close my eyes, or wear a blindfold if you don’t trust me, but if I don’t taste you soon I might die.”

Silence reigned, the copy-nin didn’t know what to do, what to say . . . finally he said merely “But I look like him.”

“Him who?” the chuunin asked in confusion.

“My father, I look like my father. Everyone always said so, so when he . . .” he trailed off into silence, “I’ve worn it since I was a child, I couldn’t stand the way they all looked at me . . . they were already scared of me . . . it made things easier. I don’t know if I can . . .”

“I look like my father too.” Iruka stated after a moments thought, “Do you think of him when you see me?”

“Of course not,” the jounin replied, “I never knew your father Iruka, although I’m sure he was a wonderful man.”

“I never knew your father either ‘kashi, and even if I had I’m sure that seeing him would only make me think of you.” the teacher calmly replied, continuing under his breath “Everything else does.” He reached out and removed the wrap over the copy-nin’s sharingan and locked eyes with the mismatched pair. Then he very slowly slid his fingers under the edge of the mask. “Eyes open or shut?” he asked one last time.

“Open.” the jounin practically squeaked. Iruka studied him intently, the older man was practically hyperventilating, but he wasn’t pulling away. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to lower the mask, gradually revealing the face that had been the subject of so much speculation.

Oh my god, was the first coherent thought the chuunin had, he’s gorgeous. Chocolate eyes slowly roamed over the visual feast before him. Michelangelo’s David couldn’t hold a candle to the living breathing sculpture of erotic perfection sprawled out in his bed, each muscle perfectly defined and topped by the most wickedly handsome face he had ever seen. Iruka hesitated for a moment then, comparing his plain brown-all-over self to this quicksilver vision in front of him. He almost lost his nerve . . . but then he looked closely at the copy-nin and realized that underneath his composure he, too, was worried about rejection. So the teacher took a deep breath, opened his heart, and proceeded to show his most precious person just how he felt.

Iruka threaded one hand in the soft silver at the back of the copy-nin’s head and pulled him into a tender kiss. Just a soft press, lips on lips. He pulled back for a moment before swooping back in again, deepening the kiss slightly, sweeping his tongue out to stroke over pale pink lips. They parted slightly and the teacher took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside, experiencing the exotic addicting taste of Hatake Kakashi for the first time.

Kakashi wasn’t sure exactly what to do, he’d never actually kissed anyone before. He uneasily admitted to himself that he was curious . . . and so far he had to admit it was okay, although he didn’t see what the big deal was. He opened his mouth to ask the chuunin what he should be doing . . . and was shocked when a bold tongue swept into his mouth, tasting and teasing. This is . . . oh, was as far as the copy-nin got before he was lost in the sensation, surrendering himself to the passionate man embracing him.

Iruka pulled back slightly for air and the copy-nin moaned at the loss, diving back in to lock their lips together with a hungry whine. Their tongues tangled, dancing from one to the other, trading the lead in their sensual dance, until the teacher took control, fisting his hand in silver strands to pull the jounin’s head back nipping and sucking at his pulse point, pulling away to whisper fiercely “I want to taste all of you.” before proceeding to do just that.

The chuunin laid butterfly kisses over perfect chiseled cheekbones and across the bridge of an aquiline nose before ghosting up the long scar bisecting his sharingan eye, finishing with a whisper soft kiss on the eyelid that had fluttered closed under the ministrations. The copy-nin let out a long shuddering moan as Iruka moved down the long pale column of his throat, nipping and growling, then returning to lave the stinging bites with tender sweeps of his tongue. He continued down the pale torso, tracing defined muscles, pausing to lavish extra attention on any area that produced a strong reaction, committing them to memory for future use. The teacher’s tongue dipped and swirled in the hollow of his naval before skirting his groin to continue down a strong thigh, loving the way the muscles twitched at his attentions. When he reached a long, surprisingly delicately boned foot he lavished kisses across the arch, dipping his tongue between long toes before sucking them into his mouth.

Kakashi was losing his mind, of that he was certain. He twisted and arched, unsure of whether to move into the maddening sensations or away, certain he was only seconds away from spontaneously combusting. He howled when Iruka calmly switched to the other foot and continued, tracing a lazy path back up his leg, nipping hard on his tender inner thigh. Disjointed words fell from his lips, please for more and calls of the teacher’s name. When hot breath finally ghosted over his erection he strained upward, desperate for contact.

Iruka was in heaven. The copy-nin tasted even better than he had hoped, like cinnamon and cloves and fire, it was exotic, erotic, and totally and completely addictive. One taste and the chuunin knew he would die if he didn’t experience it again. He licked the bubbling beads of precum off the tip of the jounin’s impressive erection before swooping up to whisper fiercely “You taste so fucking good.” and tangling their tongues in another heated embrace.

Breaking the kiss he settled himself between the jounin’s thighs, lowering his head to tease the bobbing erection in front of him. His tongue traced a path up the underside before circling the head and dipping into the slit. Kakashi buried his hand in chestnut strands and howled his pleasure. Soft full lips slid down his aching shaft to the base before retreating, then dropping again, drawing the jounin higher and higher. Just when he thought he would reach his peak, they retreated, dropping to suckle and lave his balls before traveling further and tracing his cleft, swirling and lapping at his rosy pucker.

Iruka’s wicked hot tongue dipped inside, swirling and thrusting, slicking and loosening the tight ring of muscle in preparation for something much bigger. The ravenous mouth was replaced by a single slick finger slowly sliding in as the copy-nin’s dripping need was once again devoured. A second finger was added, gently thrusting and scissoring, stretching the passage. Kakashi was wanton in his pleasure, head thrown back, eyes shut, moaning and squirming. The teacher deliberately crooked his fingers to rub against the jounin’s prostate, reveling in the loud cry and bowed spine he got in reaction. Two fingers became three and the copy-nin was reduced to two words, please and ‘ruka, a fact which made the chuunin swell with pride.

Finally deeming him ready, Iruka removed his fingers and quickly slicked his too long neglected erection, now angrily red and dripping steadily, and positioned himself at the jounin’s puckered entrance. He held back for a moment, needing to be sure before he took this final step. “‘kashi, do you want this?” he asked, the response was swift and heartfelt “Please ‘ruka, please, please don’t stop.”

“I have no intention of stopping,” the teacher huskily ground out, “I’m going to take you all night long, on your back, on your knees, I’m going to make you know exactly how much I want you in every cell of your body.” with that he began a slow careful slide in, gradually spreading the passage, filling the jounin completely. “Breathe, ‘kashi, breathe . . . just relax,” the chuunin coaxed as his hands stroked up and down trembling sides.

“Move, please move.” Kakashi ground out, and the teacher pulled out, only to slowly slide back in, brushing across the jounin’s prostate, making him groan and arch. Another slow slide, another deep velvety groan of pleasure. Iruka bent down to capture those tempting lips in another passionate kiss, teeth clashing in their impatience, tongues warring.

The teacher pulled away from the kiss to whisper huskily in the copy-nin’s ear, sending goose bumps racing over his form. “Gods, you’re so tight, so hot, I could fuck your tight hot ass forever. Do you like feeling my big hard cock in your ass ‘kashi?” picking up the pace, making sure to bump his prostate with each thrust, spiraling them both higher and higher.

Suddenly every muscle in the jounin’s body tightened and he let out a long keening wail as he climaxed, head thrashing, face twisted in pleasure, shooting ropy streams of come across his chest. The magnificent sight of the copy-nin as he tipped over the edge was more than Iruka could take, and with one more deep thrust he released, filling his lover with his hot seed before he collapsed, panting on the larger man.

Iruka’s vision swam and he was on the verge of collapse, but he bent to tenderly press his lips to the jounin’s, rubbing his knuckles across his cheek and whispering, “You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met, handsome, strong, intelligent, sexy, you are my every fantasy and my dream come true. I am hopelessly devoted to you Hatake Kakashi, and I don’t ever want to let you go.” His eyes were fluttering shut and he was oh so very tired, but the copy-nin managed to mumble “Love you too ‘ruka, ‘m not going anywhere.” before succumbing to sleep, safe in the arms of his precious one.