Found You

AN: First of all, I should probably explain this small tidbit of information. You people will probably be wondering about Usagiki-san and why I’m so fucked up. In Japan, it is illegal to make sex toys in the shape corresponding to the anatomy. So most often, dildos and vibrators have to have these ‘cute’ shapes.

Bunnies being a popular one. Besides Hello Kitty of course.

Sorry about that. I lost a tag somewhere and it freaked.

Lemon: o.O! I really shouldn't need to answer that.
Spoilers: Nah
Pairing: Kakashi x Iruka Part DEUCE! Bitches.
Quota: Since this turned in to three super-duper chapters, I’m not really going to push for reviews. And, 25 sounds like a nice good number for 2K hits, doesn’t it? =D

CONGRATS to me - and all of you I guess - for 2000 hits! It looks like I don’t update frequently enough, I’m sure, considering how fast I end up on the later pages. But that’s because so many are hellbent on getting their disclaimers up! And like I said. Writing smut just makes me giggle. I hope you like ti aa?

Canon Placement: After Wave/ before Exams.

Note: Remember when there was that moment Iruka was talking to Kakashi back in 04 and he thought back to that first night their tryst started? THIS IS THAT NIGHT.

To... clear it up for anyone that couldn't piece the ramen-hint together.

Hitai-ate = forehead protector/headband
Shuuhaha-san = Mr. Winkie
Yukata = a long (or short) light-duty robe for everyday wear, where a kimono is usually expensively made, and require several layers of preparation
Onsen = public bath, usually a natural hotspring
Usagiki-san = Mr. Bunny
Canon = the officially recognized setting, story, characters, and events that make up a series and thus its romantic pairings. Therefore: a canon pairing is one that has grounds and evidence in the series, whereas a non-canon would be putting two characters that have never even been in the same room together.

Sorry. Some people just don’t know these terms! It’s not because they’re stupid, it’s just that no one has taken the time-out~!

Lell: Thank you for the critique. I'm very glad that you think my structure is stabilizing in to a format even non-rpers can understand. OSSU!

NSU: It's -not- supposed to fit. That's the entire point. I'm not making them boink because they love each other. I want, for once, one smut between these two that isn't comfortable and isn't good. Because some people just aren't -meant for each other-. And I wanted to make that clear. These two only hurt each other, by being around each other.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~ = new chapter/timeskip
~&~&~&~&~ = flashback
~@~@~@~@~ = smut

Now, use common sense if you see any of these two symbols intermingled. Okie? I’d like to think the people reading this fic are smart enough to put things together when they’re given a key.

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"...Do you still want to?"

An angry, aghast look shot between the chuunin's thighs towards him. "Is that the only thing you can think about?"

"Given the circumstances..." the jounin trailed off musically as his eye took to counting the ceiling tiles.

The Same Space II : Silence Is…

Iruka blushed at his own nakedness, quickly wheeling about to plant himself on the bed and close his knees.

A sweatdrop. "It's a bit late for you to be modest isn't it?"

Dark hair bounced across bright cheeks as he snapped, "I can be modest whenever I want!"

The pale slate eye lidded heavily with disbelief. Then, he shrugged pale shoulders with a helpless spreading of his hands.

"...Where... did you get that...?" the younger nin asked shyly, more shy than how his hands were shoved in his own lap.

Unlike the other scars that skated along the man's frame, that one running long from his left breast to his right ribs was a bright and irate pink and still shined like plastic. It was recent.

Not catching on at first, Kakashi let his eye follow the staring of his chest, centering on the new wound. He let oil-slicked fingers perch at it's start under his clavicle.

"During the B-mission," he explained shortly.

...What had been the C-mission Iruka had agreed to send Team 7 on, he meant. Blame silently trod on his shoulders, eyes worriedly tracking the exposed face that neither frowned nor grinned at the memory.

It didn't take long for him to look away, biting the inside of his cheek. "...Sorry..."

Without even thinking about it silver lashes were arced with a smile. "Oh it wasn't your fault. I got careless was all really. Zabuza was one of the Mist Seven after all, so it was expected. We all came back okay. That's what matters, right?'"

The mission report still made Iruka's eyes sting, and recalling it now made tears well under the fall of his hair. "...Right..."

"Oh, that's right," the owner of silver fluff recalled, eye rolling up with thought. Iruka was blinking while the jounin crawled the few inches and came to dump his chin on to a richly colored lap and stare up to him critically with his singular eye. "You broke my rule."

It didn't take long for the teacher to catch on, fighting down his instinctive need to apologize. It made his cheeks inflate, chewing on his tongue while he glared. Hands stayed firm in his lap. ...He shivered when fingers dragged on the back of his heel, making lazy circles that didn't match the eye on him.

"I didn't mean to. You just say such... mean things..." he finished half-heartedly and looked away to the pile of bedspread as his scar lit up.

This man always had the look of a dopey-eyed puppy unless he was being a shinobi. Analyzing. Iruka didn't much care for being analyzed. It wasn't so uncomfortable now, and he supposed it was because this man had already drawn his conclusions. Kakashi was being the only thing he knew how, and seeking some small shred of being something else. A thick hand settled in the silver fluff, closing lightly in the strands and soothing a pale ear.

...Who was he to take that away?

The eye smiled shut, hand crawling up the back of his leg to close around the bend of a knee. He could either go in a big circle about what they had just talked about, or ignore it. He opted for the fact that Iruka knew where the door was and still had not gone through it. Though, he imagined it might be difficult to leave on to Konoha’s streets in just their skin.

Not even a hair tie.

“Maybe it’s better that I not say anything at all…? You’re supposed to enjoy this, too, you know.”

Iruka was just about to argue with him and plead for some sort of conversation when he was tipped on to his back by the hold on his knee, left staring up and exposed to a man that had no trouble standing between his legs. Hands balled and seized over his own chest, slowly looking away. The exposed cheek received a feathery kiss and he let his eyes close to the sensation.

Which meant glossy eyes fluttered open when the nuzzling stopped. “…Hm?”

He gasped when the flat of a warm tongue took wet salt off his cheek and he received a kiss on his temple.

…For such a horrible guy, he could definitely be affectionate.

“It’s not really good teamwork if you don’t pitch in. Right, Iruka-sensei?”

“Don’t call me that!”

Kakashi’s head lifted enough to stare down at the other, eyebrows aloft with silent questioning.

Lips churned for a moment, giving him a berating and sour look. “…I’m not your teacher! And, you’re a higher rank than I am!”

“Aa…” He dipped his head to nudge his nose at the other’s brow. “But it’s a cute pet-name isn’t it?”

“It’s not! I… --I’m not doing this as a teacher,” he affirmed dryly, the back of his throat burning. “I’m just… Iruka, when my hitai-ate’s off.”

A long moment of staring, one on the other and said other on the bland wall. Jumping in his skin when he received teeth on his neck.

"Ahn~! Don't! I don't have any shirts that go that high!!" He was shoving at a heavy body that had no inclination to move, and teeth that had no desire to stop.

He nipped tersely, commanding silence with the little gesture. "ANBU, remember?"

Sweatdrop. "ANBU, ANBU, ANBU."

Kakashi chuckled as they bumped noses. "Don't you know? ANBU can do everything."

Blushing, Iruka looked away and made a lacking shove at pale shoulders. "Yeah yeah... Nn! HEY!"

"Too soon...?" A sleepy, confused blink visited between them. He stopped swirling his oiled finger around an entrance that had been relaxed until now.

"Yes!" Heat leapt in to his ears with the intensity, eyes wide with shock. "What're..!"

The pale eye rolled away with consideration as he drawled, "Well I figured it'd be easier while you were distracted... It's getting pretty uncomfortable, being here and not doing anything..."

Cheeks inflated with his grumping, unable to find a clever enough response. He forfeited the chance and instead let his head weigh to one side and propose the span of his neck. And it was much easier to attempt containing his blush when he didn't have to make eye contact with a man currently fingering at his hole. "...Do it another way then."

"Should I recite Icha Icha to you...?"

A lump grew in Iruka's throat. He didn't know which was worse. The fact Kakashi sounded genuine, that he was offering such a hair-brained idea - or that he knew it enough by heart. That legendary, perverse series that all of his co-workers were obsessed with.

"No!"

"Then maybe if I..." the jounin trailed off with busying the warmth of his lips, teeth, and the wet of his tongue on the other's jaw. A languid trail developed over the span of his craning neck, experimenting and searching against a pulse he could feel on the roof of his mouth until there was enough...

"Nn..."

...Well, it wasn't a no.

The pulse accelerated when he heard a groan at the intrusion of his slicked digit. With as spastic as his companion was, it made sense to proceed slowly and progressively.

Besides, according to Iruka, it had been a while.

There was enough space on the side of the bed that he was there between the teacher's thighs on his own knees. He felt every little twitch of legs surrounding his hips as he eased in knuckle-by-knuckle, retreated, and eased again.

Rich eyes fogged with a painful tingle that reminded him of his first times, brought back his early endeavors. The only difference between then and now was that he had been unfamiliar with this treatment in days when he was just beginning to take his chuunin exams.

And that, well, it had been a real relationship, back then...

A gasp of pain elicited from him when a second finger intruded, a molten cocoa eye prying open to the face that had pulled away from gnawing his jugular.

"You shouldn't tune me out," Kakashi warned gently, fingers never ceasing the thoughtful roam of his insides.

Humiliation reddened his face as he looked away with a tiny noise, not liking being able to escape the calculative prodding in either respect. This had to be wrong on some level, didn't it...? Two people that barely knew each other in reputation, and shared the same students... They didn't just go on romps for no reason, did they?

"S-ssor..."

He was cut-off with a stern, "The silence rule's in effect." And, as some additional threat - with a dash of luck - his working fingers brushed a place that made the body around him twist with a high moan. It was delicious, to feel rickety thighs around him and heels grinding the base of his spine to bump his arousal in to the spot his hands worked.

Iruka gasped in recovery as his cheek was nuzzled. The heat of his blush reached to his fluttering heart, and emerged busily in his lowers as his ear was whispered in to with satisfaction.

"Well, I guess I can excuse that kind of noise."

Dizziness in all his breathing made him sound almost whimsical, unable to muster a proper scowl in to the silver heap tickling his nose with a floral green scent. "Y-...you're horrible..."

"And you broke my rule." The tone was almost ruthlessly delighting in that fact, nuzzling at the other's jaw as he ran his fingers again to be greeted with another yelp of surprised bliss.

Not hoping to repeat the insane torture the chuunin resigned himself to soaking it all in. This all definitely had to be wrong on some level. Such thoughts were falling further and further away from him though as his insides adjusted to the fingers that were swiftly learning.

In the fog, Iruka couldn't help but compare himself to being tuned and tested like a new instrument. A curl here, a nip there and the jounin was composing something glorious and precise to anchor his memories to the evening.

If Team 7 incurred injuries because Kakashi was stuck in his own little world, there would be one very irate teacher...

Playful snapping of teeth, giving temporary pink and elevated dots to the pronounced sweep of the other's neck became stronger, longer and almost vicious suckles that bruised the span of flesh above a heaving chest and frantic muscle caged within. How it escalated in to pain so quickly Iruka had a flimsy guess. Senses were getting desperate, were being starved by the lack of contact as he could only lay there and accept a gesture most would consider a passionate and loving thing.

...This man had a bad habit of disabusing him from what were becoming labeled as little more than fancy childhood dreams.

With Kakashi’s other hand grappled in his hair, belonging to the arm that he used to remain over him, it vaguely occurred to him that there was no real way to instruct him, the teacher, on what to do with his own hands this time. All they had succeeded in doing so far was dislodge the sheets he was sunk in to.

A third finger steadily working in to him stopped as Iruka palmed the pink stretch of scar spanning the breadth of white chest. Indirectly, he had given that to the jounin. Tears stung in his eyes again as he considered it. Zabuza of all people. A monster that had killed so many of the nin that gave chase to him.

“It hurts?” Kakashi’s tone was tender and apologetic, focusing on the dark purple splotches of his work on the other’s neck and shoulder.

Slowly he deciphered the question, biting his own tongue and sobering glossy eyes that continued to study the most recent addition of the other’s reputation. “Just a little… Not as much as this did,” he inquired dearly, eyes flicking upwards to the blue disk that lifted from watching the area as well. “…Right?”

His only answer was a stir of dirty-white hair as features arced in to that concealing smile.

Despite himself Iruka was returning the empty-headed smile with far more color in his cheeks. “I guess you don’t like to talk about yourself.”

“Nothing to say really.” That dopey look was back, soaking in the mirror of his own expression of a moment ago. …And reminding him exactly why he wasn’t very fond of looking in the mirror. “I’ve been a ninja since I can remember. And since ninjas don’t really bother with having lives…” He shrugged it off, deciding to let the topic finish itself in silence.

Lips twitched as Iruka strained to keep his smile, now to console the other shinobi that he wouldn’t become mournful over what wasn’t his responsibility. Even though, deep down, he wanted it to be his. Even in these peaceful times, people were still hurting themselves…

Dark eyes fell open when a forehead connected with his and forced him to stare up to an icy eye and the groove of scar connected by his closed lid. “…Hm?” He let go a hard sigh as he relaxed on the mattress, fingers withdrawing from inside him. It was conflicting, being able to feel skillful fingers and know, on some level he was supposed to be enjoying it. Only to have his arousal forgotten about in all of the grave conversation.

“I’ll tell you later. Saa, you wanna be part of this too don’t you?”

The blush started up all over again at his inadequacy being discovered. Did he really…? It had all felt so… expected, to this point. “I… don’t know…”

“You’re still on that strangers trip, right?”

He gave a silent nod, chewing the inside of his lip as he stared through the far wall.

Kakashi gave a sigh and lifted himself from over the other, untangling the legs from around his middle and moving himself to sit beside him. Awkwardly he too sat up, refusing to lift his head as fists clutched the sheets and he stared to his member.

There was a sweatdrop, the jounin rubbing the back of his head. “I’m not that bad am I…?”

“…Hm?”

“Even Shuuhaha-san’s only paying half-attention.”

Eyes diverted with fury towards the jounin. “Don’t call it that!!”

He blinked slowly, head tilting to the side and weighing hair over his scarred lid. “Then… what should I call it? Unless you’re one of those…”

“I’m NOT!” He didn’t even want to know what ‘one of those’ was, but hopefully his volume would keep the other from pursuing the need to explain. He just wanted to… die somewhere private. With his clothes on. Not here around a guy that had no concept of the word modesty.

…People who visited the onsen usually didn’t.

Good. He didn’t want to say the dreaded term out loud. The day Gai had run up to him, professing his ‘Beautiful Little Green Beast’ was joining in his weight training. . . Remembering it made him shudder, slouching forward and resting elbows on his knees. “Well, that’s good,” he breathed.

A moment passed between them in uncomfortable silence, Iruka eventually coming to fiddle his hands in his lap. “…I got it, protecting Naruto. Against Mizuki, back then…”

“Hm…?” It was his turn to be confused, lifting his head to watch him with a fully-attentive pale blue disk. “Oh, that scar?” His eye trailed to the desk on the other side of the tiny room; so the rumors were true about those two.

“We aren’t… strangers, when we know a little about each other right?”

“I guess not… But why is that such a big deal to you?”

Shoulders rolled, unable to define what it was that made him dislike the entire situation. “It’s just… strange I guess,” he explained with a dry and nervous titter, hands meshing to still himself. “It just seems like… you don’t care about me, or any of this..?”

Kakashi gave him a thoughtful stare, mimicking the position of him with the practiced ease of a Sharingan user. “Do you want us to get married?”

The chuunin blinked, straightening and shooting him an incredulous look over his new fit of blushing. “NO!” Trying again, he looked away with general shame, even dislike. “…N-no…”

“Adopt brats and live happily ever after?”

The reasoning was becoming a little clearer, Iruka’s head sinking a little lower. “It’d… be nice…” His head picked up with a bit of enthusiasm, eyes lighting up. “Yeah! Someday, it would be nice. But, I’m happy teaching at the academy until then!”

“I’m not good with kids,” the older explained flatly. He dismissed it with a sigh, gaze falling away from just how… happy his would-be partner was. “Did it feel bad at all? What we were doing?”

“Not… really,” he admitted heatedly, eyes skimping back to the floor that his toes wriggled on.

The confession make Kakashi relax a bit, leaning back on his hands and catching the way the other mindfully kept his face hidden away in his mangled hair. “What’s the problem with sharing the same space with someone, sharing good company, while it lasts?”

He let go a heavy breath at that, shriveling a little inside. “…Even if it’s just one night…”

“That’s why they call them one night stands,” agreed lazily, letting his eye fall on his trusty potted plant. “If that’s not okay with you, you really should just go.”

“That’s pretty rude isn’t it?! Not even inviting me to spend the night!”

Both of them were stunned by the outburst, the sweatdrops between them growing steadily.

“…If you spend the night,” he started, lips thin to match the line he knew he was crossing. “…I’ll end up doing something to you in your sleep.”

Iruka blushed bright enough to turn the scar as white as the other man’s skin.

The eye rolled up, now considering such an option. “Really I’d rather have your permission, but if you staying over is a silent agreement to let me…”

“You’re so irresponsible!”

He only slumped in his own shoulders, at that. “Look. Either we better do this soon or… I’m gonna need a shower.” The best thing to do when it came to himself was to change the topic.

Chewing his tongue for a long, deliberant silence Iruka pondered on it all. Eventually he nodded and let his gaze settle on the face of the other man that had made himself comfortable on his back, long fingers drumming on the solid bridge of muscle between his sternum and his naval.

With great mind Iruka didn’t travel his eyes lower.

That less-practiced, assuring smile settled in to the arches of his eyes as he sat up again. “Good! Then you can do all the work from here.”

“WHAT?! But I’ve never--!”

“Hm? OH! Aha… Ahaha! Haha. No. No,” he rushed to sooth, rubbing the back of his neck boyishly. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just don’t want…”

Dark eyes blinked owlishly, leaning in to the darting expression on the jounin’s face. “Don’t want…?”

Collecting himself with a cough Kakashi bent down to claim the little bottle of oil that had come along, snapping the top open. “I just don’t want there to be any doubts, about you wanting this…”

Iruka’s chest and cheeks warmed at the thought. Were strangers that considerate, to take all the precautions that he couldn’t mistake it as rape, later? What was the difference, though, between saying no and merely not saying yes…? He found himself humming in his affirming nod.

Greeted with a light kiss near his mouth, he had to think Kakashi might just have… missed? But when he moved his head to correct it, the man had already moved on to chewing on the tenderized span of his neck.

“Mn… that tickles…” He sighed as he let his cheek rest against the smoky mat of hair, shivering when a moan permeated the rest of him through that spot. The other side of his neck was grabbed firmly, making his own noise as bruised cells were coaxed towards adding to his torment.

But was he always such a… sloppy kisser? Maybe in the middle of getting molested he hadn’t noticed all of the noise over his own. Iruka did notice that the arm adjoining his own was moving. Steady and lazy, like everything else about this guy. Now the body was leaning against him and releasing husky pants against chest, making it a little more than imperative he find out what was causing such…

He bit his tongue to keep from squawking, then immediately shot his eyes to the ceiling. “I thought you said I was going to…!” Finishing the sentence wasn’t possible, eyes clamping shut from the images of the man against him.

Kakashi made a sealing swipe of his thumb against his own slit, hearing the squeak of distress made at his more intense and sudden nip. His other hand still mingling with the nape of roasted coffee strands closed before pulling away, releasing a heavy sigh as he laid himself back on the bed.

For a man that had been stroking himself until a moment ago he didn’t look abashed as he stared from his spot on the pillow.

“You are,” he croaked thickly. Impishly he smiled to hide Iruka from his sights as the man blushed from the view bestowed to him.

Having a man spread out on his own bed was just corrupt somehow, the teacher concluded to himself. He kept white-knuckled fists in his lap, fending off the electricity in his fingertips from the brief sight of the older man pleasuring himself. While in contact with him! That practically made him an accessory!

“I just figured it would stress you out to put it on. Was I right…?”

A brief glance was spared to the tinge of rose in the pale man’s cheeks from his momentary endeavor. He chewed his lip to think it over until he nodded stubbornly. “But… you could have asked…” The chuckle he received battered his reeling ego.

“Then it wouldn’t have been fair to ask you to do the rest yourself now would it?” The jounin aimed an oily finger to the bottle sitting innocently between them. “Use as much of that as you think you’ll need.” His eye arced with a bashful lechery. “But I think I put a generous bit on…”

He meeped. “You can’t… be serious…”

Now with some control he could add teasing to his voice, opting to not make eye contact with him with his continued smiling. “It’s the easiest way to put a nervous guy like you in control. You can go at your own pace!”

Iruka was getting the sneaking suspicion sex was being advertised like a new refrigerator… “That’s not…--“

“The silence rule’s in effect.”

He didn’t even want to make a guess at what kind of ‘punishment’ would be in store. So instead he blushed, angrily collecting the bottle and adjusting his sit on the bed to more easily face the other man with one foot on the mattress and the other foot on the floor.

Deciding it best to evaluate his situation, and thus take the most effective course of action… The idea of approaching this systemically fizzled out as he took in the details. This man was so…

…long.

Long toes, long legs, a long stomach and long fingers. Sharp, long eyes and a long chin that held more grace in collecting serenely predatory features than his own. Then down again to the shallow of hips and the pronouncement of arousal glittering from the oil and the evening lights outside.

The only short thing about him was his hair.

By comparison, Iruka was clumsy in his design. If the other man had noticed this, was it then a bout of pity that was being placed on him?

When Kakashi had donated enough silence as the other gawked, he spoke up without lifting the hand from behind his head, watching the other draw out of his mixed, paranoid drool. “It won’t do anything if you just sit there and look at it. Unless you wanna make conversation…?” his musing tone drifted off.

Of all the places for his eyes to settle on. Caught, eyes shrank and repelled to the visage innocently returning the look to him. Then back down, his throat moving at his thick swallow.

“You’re sure… it’ll… fit?” He was squeamish all of the sudden. Go figure.

Sweatdrop, eye gazing down to his own member and playing his own hand out to compare the side some how. “I don’t see why not…” This guy really was bad at following such simple rules. It was irksome.

Now endeavoring to compare the actual size for himself, Iruka skooched closer and put his hand out to the length. “That’s big! You see?”

“You just have tiny hands,” he grumped, closing his own hand about tan digits that made him wince when they squeezed in fright. When he was sure that he wouldn’t be dismembered, he let out a long breath through his nose. “There… See? It doesn’t bite.”

Like being introduced to a rabbit. Though, picturing this man’s organ with big fluffy ears did… make it easier to gain a hold of. Instead of fuzzy, this one was smooth and… lazily erect. Why did everything about this guy have to be so half-assed?!

“Don’t joke! …It’s distracting.” Iruka scooted himself closer, chewing the worry in to his lip as he secured his grip. Affirming himself of what he didn’t particularly know, but he could at the very least get…

…acquainted.

With Usagiki-chan.

“Sorry, sorry,” the older nin chuckled, his deceptively lazy eye taking in the way he was handled. It was different, being in someone else’s grasp. A hand slid under his pillow, scrounging for…

Iruka gave him a flat-browed glare as he slid one of his own, comparably bulky thighs over the pair of thinly-sculpted white ones. “…What are you doing?”

Kakashi opened the naughty book with it’s no-stamp on the back cover, staring over the pages with a singular icy eye that toted a genuine bewilderment. “Reading? I need something to do while you get comfortable.”

A long moment of silence exchanged between them, the chuunin’s face flooding with red as he was forced to graze their erections together in reaching for the book. He pinched at the spine and tipped it back, leveling his glare on the other man.

“Did anyone tell you tha-“

“The silence rule is in effect,” the older nin said in sing-song as his eye arced shut with a smile.

While Iruka gaped at him, he turned a page and hummed the rhythm of the book to himself. Dark hair dusted his shoulders as he lowered his head, gaze tracking the many scars that barely stood out in the moonlight. Trailing them with his fingers, and getting acquainted with a body the sported gooseflesh as digits circled the dent of his naval.

It wasn’t as if the man was trying to brush him off, discourage him, or insult his shyness. Though Iruka could easily take it that way. And just as easily he could interpret that… this man was shy too.

Well, he could ask him about that later. When he was too tired to invoke kiddie-rules.

Humming faltered when rough tan fingers closed around his member, but he recovered smoothly as his eye scrawled the page. And while he read about the erotic exploits and adventures of his favorite protagonist to never hold a shuriken he could feel the timid endeavors of a man that still couldn’t make up his mind about what he wanted.

Again his vision lifted, this time at the unsettled hitch of the chuunin’s breath as he righted his hips over a length he palmed and angled to his entrance.

He still had a squirming doubt in his gut that it would be alright to go through with this. But while he was mentally suffering he had to watch the way the man under him only…

…turned a page.

The idea that Kakashi was so willing to play third-party in such a personal experience irked him.

But what infuriated him was that this man knew it irked him. He thought back to their debate as the first inch slid in, his bracing hand in the mattress at the jounin’s ribs. That squirming doubt trickled lower, meeting the heat he was penetrating himself with. A long sigh rasped from the hanging mass of his hair, thoughts interrupted when he felt the body under him tighten in what could be any number of reactions.

It could be surprise at never having anticipated him to move. Anticipation as Iruka hovered and struggled to not simply fall down his length and be done with it. His jaw wound and his eye rolled shut from the pages as another inch slid away from his control.

If this guy really was so absorbed in his book, then he should have turned a page by now, right?

At the suspicious amount of time he was taking behind the mask of his novel Iruka took his seating bit by nearly-overwhelming bit. In all of their talking he was amazed to feel how willing his body was to receive an erection that he had miscalculated.

He had not been wrong about the length, almost intimidated by the fact he had not yet rejoined with the hips of the twitching body under him. But he was almost content to notice that the girth was not much more a snug fit than fingers that had manipulated him so well a short while ago.

By the time he managed to crack a wet eye open he was greeted with a very peculiar sight. Namely, that his gaze was being met by a lust-shaded stormy disk lidded heavily with what he had always interpreted as a sleepiness. The title cover of that wicked book laying on his chest and interrupting the long jag of scar, a thin thumb wedged to keep his place.

It proved that he had Kakashi’s full attention. A fact that made his face redden to the point of dizziness, gasping when the last part of length bucked in to him. Knees weakened as their joined wait sank in to the sheets. He was heaving dryly when he felt a consoling hand in his hair and a throaty moan in his chest, not quite sure who it belonged to.

And blushed all the way down to his chest when he heard a breathy chuckle.

“I told you it would fit.”

Iruka braved their position, teetering forward to glare down at a man that shivered at the movement, the brunet barely noticing fingers gripping his hip to still him.

“Not funny!” His fists bunched on the jounin’s chest, the book another one of their inanimate voyeurs and still marked by a thumb. But now it was in a hand that had taken rest on the pillow and now beside his head.

With a sigh the white-haired man sounded even less genuine than before. Distracted, rather. “Sorry, sorry… But, ah…” His exposed throat bobbed with a dry swallow as the body on him shifted back.

Detecting the other’s discomfort (somehow that didn’t sound like the right word) he gave an owlish blink. “Hm?”

“…You comfortable yet?” His smoky eye fixed on the growing arousal lying on his lower stomach. Thoughtfully, or regrettably, he slid his hand from a richly tanned hip and closed around a member that had been neglected for the longest while.

It sent shocks through his melted spine. Iruka slouched for control as that skillful hand orchestrated a new part of him. For such a laid-back guy, he could be impatient sometimes. But when the hand didn’t fall away and instead fell up to begin stroking him, Iruka in turn rocked awkwardly.

Even when the jounin was sighing out chuckles as he accepted hands gaining balance on his shoulders.

“You know,” he sighed, his foggy eye watching how the scar of the other’s nose lit up for being spoken to in the middle of it all. “In chapter fourteen they had something like this an-“

It was the most murderous look Iruka had ever conceived. And for a moment, Kakashi seriously worried for his manliness and not so much his shoulders for the way the teacher tensed. More in that pinching pleasure than the glare he winced.

His voice was slow, crackled with lust, and now dangerous to match the way his brow was stuck with melted chocolate for hair. “’Something like this’,” he repeated, as close to livid as an academy student would never be able to hear. “You haven’t done this before?”

For the first time it was the pale man’s turn to blush, turning his eye away to his book right there beside his head. “Yare yare, you’ve got a serious problem with following the rules!”

“Don’t change the subject!”

Kakashi winced again as the teacher boomed. “Well it sounded easy!” A sheepish chuckle erupted from him, thumb leaving the book to rub at the back of his head. Then he mumbled, “And there were chains in that scene…”

“You’re so irresponsible!”

“Then how about I take some responsibility?” he questioned gently, letting go of Shuuhaha-san to sit up on his elbows. “I think I’ve got the hang of it now anyway…”

Iruka wasn’t just red in the face from the humiliation of being led in to taking initiative. Now he felt used; had this guy just seduced him here for… practice?

No wonder why he was so hung up on getting permission, making sure the younger man agreed.

Brown eyes blinked hatefully when his back met the sheets. He didn’t recognize the yell of being turned as his own until he reasoned Kakashi was incapable of making a noise like that. The dopey face above him smiled with a shut eye as he maneuvered a leg on to his shoulder.

“Tell me if it hurts hm?”

Distracted for the moment by the question, eyes widened dumbly until he looked away. Anger faded in to mild disgust with himself as he muttered. “It doesn’t…”

His leg around the pale waist twitched, the body thrusting in to him pulled down by the neck with the other leg.

If he didn’t think about it, then maybe it wouldn’t be so degrading. Being taken by a man that wanted nothing to do with him. As he stared to the bracing hand beside his head he drifted in to corrupted and self-hating thoughts, brought around every time his body contracted with pleasure.

“…I was… saying… before,” grunted above him, dripping almond pools turning on the waving shock of white hair. He was unable to find an eye that was shut with concentration, which made the scar on his fevered cheek stand out more. “Back… in chapter four…. Fourteen.”

Kakashi’s pace slowed to almost nothing and found himself straining in the way he was cramped over himself. At best he could only manage short breaths, unawares of how his hips rolled for it to continue; the sooner this was done the sooner he could breathe normally.

“It’s easier… if you’re vocal.”

“You’re the amateur,” the man beneath him snapped emptily, dark eyes narrowing at his attempt to help. He didn’t need or want help from a guy that had a severe dysfunction with others.

A low, approving hum came out of the jounin as he absorbed himself the rhythm once more, taking in the way muscles churned around him every time he heard a moan. They became sharper, shorter, the faster he went. Occasionally he would fall away from the speed, just to feel the other beg where he was too modest to do so with his gasps.

Iruka made the attempt at moving his fingers, and for some reason they were too caught up in something else to be of any good. But that gave him an anchor when sweat dotted on to his tensed stomach and the body he was twisted around stiffened. Warmth flooded his insides, nails grinding in to the tendons of the hand meshed in his own, a hand he noticed now that it was.

As all of the chuunin’s back was being rejoined with the bed, a numb foot somewhere near the pillow behind them his senses came back with the burn in his lungs. Kakashi was panting, but at a completely different rate and seemed to be the first one to recover when cold white fingers consoled the back of his honey-skinned hand.

Sweaty foreheads touched, two different kinds of chocolate mixing. Iruka could at last squeeze an eye open when the fading arousal slipped out of him, incoherently staring up to a heavy slate orb that looked…

For years, a teacher had contended and gone head-to-head with a pair of equally haunting eyes that varied in their purity of blue. He had to see a runty blond defend himself from children that didn’t even know why they hated him with unrealistic dreams that just made him even more laughable.

…Was that why the Hokage had designated Kakashi as his new caretaker? Because none of the other jounin had the faintest understanding to that kind of loneliness? The flushed visage he was staring in to, one scarred lid and one equally scathed - perfect, but tired eye.

He couldn’t stand it. Especially when that smile arched silver lashes and they touched naked noses.

And then Kakashi chuckled wearily. “Sorry. Endurance isn’t really my thing.”

Dark fingers tightened, looking away. “…You’re so irresponsible.”

“Still? Well I guess I can be a little more responsible tonight.” That lazy drawl was back, quieter with his exertion. Almost reluctantly he parted hands, shuffling off the bed and giving dark tendrils a ruffle as he made his slow - naked - way out for the bathroom.

In the silence the younger nin now had a time to himself. Contemplating that lonely and destroyed look in that eye. Piece by piece he was putting this man together…

He tilted his head, getting a better view than the ceiling. Looking to the ripples of his stomach he solemnly noticed only cooling sweat decorated it. Before he could truly dwell on how disappointing that was he took notice of something glinting on the sheets…

“There we go!” the silver-haired man chirped as he strode in, folding a washcloth as he sauntered back to the bed. He stared in that half-lidded way of his at the sight of the other man palming the bottle he had set down earlier. “…Hm?”

Iruka blushed as he popped the cap, taking a sniff to make sure the label wasn’t from one of its earlier fills. “Baby oil?”

Kakashi sat with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his head as he offered the damp cloth with the other hand.

“It gets dry being in that mask all day? A sensitive nose an’ all.”

While he set it down the chuunin scolded the man that collected his precious novel erotica from the other end of the bed. “You come up with some pretty bad excuses…” Despite himself he chuckled laughed. “I’ve heard some from Naruto.”

Flipping through pages he could only nod, obviously looking for something from the line of worry that made his lips. “I put a lot of thought in to those. They don’t appreciate what I go through.”

“What… are you looking for?” He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.

Especially when Kakashi tenderly set the book on the windowsill shortly before trouncing him.

And smiled a smile Iruka wasn’t particularly familiar with, matching a disturbingly musical voice.

“There was this thing in chapter six I wanted to try.”

The teacher cringed. They did have places to be in the morning.

“And another one in seventeen, and twenty-two…”

…Obviously he had forgotten. The hopeful look in his eye told Iruka two things.

One, he definitely wasn’t getting any sleep.

And two…

“Maybe we can squeeze in twenty-five?”

That book was pure evil.