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A/N: Here's the second chappie… turned out a lot different than I thought, meh.

Chapter Two

Kakashi hurried behind the corner and saw Iruka opening the lock of a door. The pony-tailed man
wasn't paying attention to him.

"One of my students got sick yesterday," he said in a casual small talk tone. Slightly baffled and
cautious, Kakashi walked closer. Iruka got the lock open and slid the key somewhere into his outfit.

"Happened during practise, but he was in no shape to do anything exhausting, so I let him skip. It
was probably a very bad headache," he said, opening the door. Kakashi frowned, glancing into the
dark closet. At first, he couldn't see anything. Then, slowly, as Iruka pulled the door further back,
the sharin-gan's eye begun to trace outer lines of objects and shapes. A shelf, buckets, brooms,
bottles, boxes… nothing out of the ordinary.

Kakashi was getting seriously suspicious. He refused to believe there was something his eye could
miss. Iruka was showing him this for a reason. The younger man stepped next to Kakashi, their
sides brushing together.

"You do know what the best remedy against a headache is, don't you?" he asked seriously, glancing
at his partner. Kakashi was about to meet the eyes he felt on himself, when he suddenly lost balance
and the ground flew towards him.

He landed on a soft, bouncy surface. Batting his lashes in shock, Kakashi focused his gaze beneath
him. A matress. Darkness swallowed him as the door shut quietly. Rustling of a lock. Kakashi felt
his ire spike up.

"Iruka," he growled, propping himself up to sit. He felt the warmth of the other man's body almost
on his skin.

"Rest, Kakashi," came the other man's soft voice, "Rest was what he needed. I let him stay here for
a few hours." The jounin opened his mouth to word an insult or lash out at the other for humiliating
him like this, but suddenly Iruka's weight was on him. Arms wrapped around his shoulders and the
cool air hit his lips and chin as the scarf slid away. Iruka pressed his warm lips on Kakashi's in a
deep, long, motionless kiss.

He pulled away an inch, sensing his partner's grin. Kakashi coiled his hands around his chuunin's
waist, pulling him closer. Maybe he could let it slip this once… He buried his face in Iruka's neck,
inhaling and nuzzling the velvety skin.

"Sex is good, too," he murmured, nipping the throat lightly.

"Hmm?" came the other's low mumble.

"Against headaches." Iruka chuckled.

"I don't think that would go over too well with the parents," he laughed lowly, and yelped when he
flew on his back. He was starting to see a bit in the dark, and the light shining from under the door
was lighting up Kakashi's jawline and silvery spikes. The copy ninja lowered his face, his eyes
lidded with lust as he took in Iruka's features in the dimm light. He trailed a hand up the teacher's
cheek, his calloused thumb brushing over the scar. Iruka's skin felt very warm.

"Take the gloves off," Iruka murmured huskily, his gaze dropping. Kakashi sat up, reluctant to feel
any distance between his body and Iruka's, and quickly pulled his fingerless gloves off. He
remained there suddenly, enchanted by the sight. He hadn't expected his day to go like this.
Wished, yes. Expected, no. Kakashi laid a hand on his lover's thigh, resting it there, very close to
the junction. Iruka wetted his lips.

"The lunch hour isn't that long, you know," he teased hoarsely. It made him a bit uncomfortable
how Kakashi looked at him. He didn't have that look in his eyes often, but when he did, the chuunin
would rather look away and pretend it wasn't there. This was still a bit alien territory for him,
aknowledging his body and beauty fully, and exploring Kakashi, body and mind. Harmless banter
and blind, hedonistic sex was where he felt comfortable, safe in his skin.

Iruka sat up and took Kakashi's face between his palms, bringing their mouths in contact. The
white-haired man kissed him hard, almost too hard. Iruka swalloved his groans and pushed back
even harder, his pulse fast and uneven. He pulled Kakashi on the matress and rolled over him. The
taller man groaned and rolled them over again, now on top. Breaking for air, lips flush, Kakashi and
and Iruka panted blindly into each other's faces. The teacher decided to go along for now.

Kakashi began moving down, his mouth latching on Iruka's throat. The hot, wet sucture drew a low
moan out of Iruka, the teeth crazing over the adam's apple ever so lightly. Kakashi suckled on the
soft flesh right under Iruka's chin, pushing off the hands that reached for his face in a blind attempt
to participate or speed things up. The older man trailed his hot tongue to the left ear, enveloping the
soft lobe between his lips. Iruka's moans made him so hard…

The chuunin's hands roamed over the broad, heaving shoulders, trailing down the sides to the small
of the back. Pressing down hard, their hips ground together in bliss. Kakashi let go of the ear and
charged Iruka's flushed mouth.

"Ruka…" he groaned, thrusting his aching erection against the hard bulge under the other man's
clothing. Too much fabric in the way. He couldn't believe how good it felt, just knowing how hot
Iruka was, just pressed against him, in full clothing. Their kisses became faster and sloppier
between panting and whispering dirty nothings, and Iruka's hands trailed down between their
groins, cupping the hard bulge in Kakashi's pants. The jounin hissed, spazming for a second at the
contact.

The hand slipped in, roaming and finding what it wanted, and squeezed. Kakashi shook within, his
eyes pressing shut. The grip tightened and began thrusting up and down slowly, making Kakashi
exhale shakily. Iruka was murmuring something low and dirty, he didn't hear, he just felt the warm,
rough hand stroking him.

"Ruka…" he breathed, his mind a foggy haze. As long as this wouldn't stop… he didn't care about
anything else… He felt the cool air on his ass as the pants were tugged lower, and another hand
roamed over his buttock, massaging and squeezing. It just made everything feel better. The hand
slipped between the warm globes, making Kakashi start. His eyes shot open; he stared at the
gorgeous, tanned, flushed features below, lips parted, eyes hazy. A finger rubbed on his entrance,
and he just couldn't make himself stop bucking into the palm stroking him.

Kakashi's eyes slid shut again. The hot, tight grip around his erection, pumping him hard, it just felt
so good, and the finger teasing and rubbing, circling around him, felt just as good. He didn't want
this to stop. Suddenly Iruka's hand left the round, pert ass and slid somewhere inside Kakashi's
shirt, roaming around. The white-haired man shuddered.

"What are you doing?" he hissed impatiently. Iruka's hand pulled out a small container, popping it
open loudly. Kakashi remembered the moment he saw it; he had forgotten part of his own armor in
the heat. His lidded eyes watched the fingers get coated in clear gel, his brain registering nothing
but the hand stroking his throbbing cock.

He shuddered as the cold touched his etrance, tightening the musles automatically. Iruka's hot, wet
mouth was on his lips and chin, kissing and suckling gently, and the hand kept squeezing and
rolling around his slick tip, and Kakashi lost his thoughts. A hard breath slipped out as the cold
finger pushed in, one digit after another. Kakashi's bottom lip was swalloved by his teeth. Another
finger pushed in, burning and cool at once. His eyes opened weakly, seeing the arm that led to
Iruka's shoulder, his brain registering one thing at a time.

Him between Iruka's hands. One around him, one inside him. The glowing, lusty look in the brown-
haired man's eyes, the sheer bliss in them. The hard bulge rubbing against his inner thigh. How
good it felt for Iruka. How he made the chuunin feel. Kakashi closed his eyes and his head sunk
heavily, thrusting his hips in his partner's touch. His teeth were shaking secretly against each other,
his chest dwelling with anxciety and frustration.

Suddenly Iruka rolled them over, howering above Kakashi. His hand had left the slick, straining
erection and with a few quick, efficient moves, undid his pants and tugged them down. Kakashi's
pants still mid-thigh, Iruka lifted his legs high, shins over his shoulders. A shiver went down his
spine at the sight. He had never had Kakashi like this, just like this, here… Trying to still his hands
from shaking, Iruka pressed down against his partner, a gasp jolting from both of them.

His throat dry, Iruka's hands caressed the skin on Kakashi's bare sides, hipbones and ass, fingers
memorising the soft, heated texture. He didn't reach his partner's lips, which frustrated him beyond
compare. Iruka shuffled and settled himself, his thick, aching length flush against the tight,
puckered entrance. It felt so good, just to be here… Eyes lidded and his breath ragged, Iruka looked
down into Kakashi's blue and red slits, illuminated softly by the light coming from under the door.

Iruka couldn't form the words, hard as he tried, he just couldn't say it. Instead, he pushed in
carefully, his head dizzy from the gripping heat, and shuddered for a moment, composing himself.
Kakashi's eyes were screwed shut, but he didn't make a sound apart from hard breathing. Iruka bit
his lower lip and braced himself, pushing in deeper. His whole body shook in exhilaration; how
could anything… anything feel like this?

Low groans escaping him, Iruka pulled out from the gripping heat and pushed back in, deeper.
Kakashi's back arched like a sprung bow, silently, tense and beautifull. Panting hard, the sensei
started thrusting in and out steadily, keeping his gaze locked on his lover's face. Kakashi's cheeks
were tinted dark with a flush, even in the dark, and his dry lips were sucking in hungry gasps.

Then, finally, the white-haired man's hands roamed up blindly to grab Iruka's shaking shoulders,
fisting in the fabric tightly. His eyes slid open, his gaze a silent que to his lover, and Iruka sucked in
a deep breath, fastening is pace. The small, stuffy, dark closet filled with soft moans and pants,
breaths coming faster and harder. Iruka pounded into Kakashi blindly; his whole body was
spazming, on fire, he didn't know anything anymore. Kakashi's teeth ground together to stop at
least some goans from espacing, his arms were in a deathgrip around Iruka's shoulders, holding on
for dear life.

He… he had never… he felt like every muscle was on fire, and the heat was coiling and building
up, the pressure growing painfully somewhere in his body, his abdomen, and he prayed silently
Iruka would never, ever stop…

"I-Irukaa-ah!" he gasped, spazming and shivering as he came, releasing everything, everything on
his partner, clutching and curling around him tightly. A low, pained shudder, and Iruka pressed his
face against Kakashi's quickly, lips hard on lips as he froze, and trembling, climaxed deep within
him. They rolled on their sides heavily, panting, foreheads and hands together. The closet was warm
and filled by a slightly bitter, nutty scent. Sweat, cum and pheromones.

Iruka took deep, relaxed breaths, pulling Kakashi closer, silver bangs plastered on the glistening
skin. They lay silently for a long time, heat radiating off their bodies, listening to the breathing get
slower and more even. Iruka felt like he could've stayed there forever, just like this.

He never knew that was exactly how Kakashi felt at that moment.

"Mhh," the teacher groaned, his vice thick with contentment, pressing a soft kiss on Kakashi's lips.
The floor started to tremble ever so slightly. Their eyes opened in confusion. The waves came
closer, louder. Steps. Thumping. Running people. Iruka blinked as reality crashed down on him. A
wild herd of children ran past the door, their feet leaving flickering shadows in the crack that gave
them light. Iruka sat up quickly, his eyes wide. Kakashi's brows drew together, a hand reaching to
cover his face. This could not be.

The teacher jumped on his feet, fumbling his pants shut with haste.

"I don't believe this!" he muttered feverishly, "late for my own class!" Kakashi rubbed his forehead
in disbelief. The standing man was ready and looked over his shoulder. Kakashi had propped
himself up, leaning on one elbow. Iruka's face was etched with guilt.

"I have to go, I'm late," he said apologetically. Kakashi closed his eyes, waving his free hand in a
demeaningly light-toned arch. Iruka flashed a broad, relieved smile and opened the door, glancing
out. He had heard correct; the children were in the classroom already. His posture becoming casual
and straight, the chuunin closed the door behind him calmly, and Kakashi listened to his distancing
footsteps. Once they were out of reach, he dropped on his back heavily, letting out a deep sigh.

It didn't look like he'd be getting on his feet anytime soon. It was a good thing Iruka's day would
last for many, many hours still.

The End