The Trick Is Not Minding

Chapter Twenty-One

Iruka is certainly keeping his promise, Kakashi thought as he panted and gasped in the aftermath of his third orgasm of the night, but when he said all night I certainly didn’t think he was serious. The chuunin in question swirled his fingers in the pool of cum on the copy-nin’s chest and languidly lifted his hand to his mouth to taste. He bent to capture the jounin’s lips in a long, passionate kiss that stole what little oxygen remained in their lungs. When they finally broke apart, the teacher bent to whisper wickedly in his ear.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet, lover. I’m still showing you how much I want you, remember?” the chuunin purred, “Come up here.” he pulled the copy-nin into his arms and continued, “Let’s go soak for a bit, hmm, relax in the warm water?” at that he promptly scooped the jounin up bridal style and carried him out the open door and into the steaming pool, settling him gently in his lap.

Iruka gently cradled the still sleepy copy-nin, scooping up handfuls of the soothing water and pouring it down the jounin’s chest, watching the droplets skitter and swirl around the patchwork of scars. Kakashi shifted nervously and reached up to grab the chuunin’s hand. “No, please, don’t.”

Iruka stopped immediately, handful of water in midair. “Of course, but why? Does it hurt? Are they sensitive?” He reached out to stroke over the damaged flesh and the copy-nin flinched.

“They’re horrible, ugly, how can you stand to touch them, look at them, why aren’t you disgusted by them . . .” and then in an almost inaudible whisper, “why aren’t you disgusted by me?”

“Oh ‘kashi, I could never be disgusted by you, and I think you’re very beautiful, the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. When I see your scars all I see is how strong you are to have survived so much. Let me ask you a question . . . if you were captured and this was done to you on a mission would you feel this way about it?”

The jounin thought hard about that, his face almost childlike in contemplation. The teacher sighed to himself, so cute, he thought and proceeded to store the memory away for future reflection, trying to memorize the many faces of this complicated man while he had the chance, marveling at the trust the copy-nin was bestowing on him.

After thinking for a few moments Kakashi shook his head and said, “No, it wouldn’t bother me . . . because it wouldn’t be true.” and he dropped his eyes, breaking the chuunin’s gaze.

“Hatake Kakashi, look at me,” Iruka said as he lifted the copy-nin’s chin to stare directly into incredibly self-effacing mismatched eyes, “it is not true. It was a cruel attempt by a weak man to bring you down to his level because he could never, ever, measure up to you. You are not now, nor have you ever been any of those things. If I could, I would take all your scars away, but I don’t have the skill . . . so, instead, I’m going to make you feel so good that when you see them all you can think of is how well I loved you.”

With that he wrapped an arm around the copy-nin’s back, sliding his hand into silken strands, and pulled him into a kiss. It started out sweet and tender, but the intoxicating taste of Kakashi’s mouth overwhelmed the chuunin yet again, and he pulled away briefly to mutter “What are you doing to me?” before diving back in to map every millimeter of the jounin’s sweet mouth.

The teacher’s head dipped lower and that wicked tongue began tracing the hated scars, nipping and licking, causing the sensitive flesh to break out in a rash of goose bumps. He lifted his head to recapture his lover’s mouth in a wet, hungry kiss. “You drive me absolutely insane, do you know that, I can’t keep my hands off of you.” And he proceeded to run his hands all over the jounin’s body to demonstrate, stroking and caressing until he was writhing and squirming, wantonly rubbing himself against the chuunin.

Iruka rubbed his hardened flesh in the cleft of the copy-nin’s buttocks. “Do you feel how much I want you, Gods ‘kashi, I’ve never come this much in my life and I’m already hard again.” He lifted the jounin by his muscular ass and slowly began to lower him onto his erection, letting out a loud moan at the feel of his lover’s inner walls clasping him. “Oh, so good, so hot, I could slide into you forever.”

Kakashi was wantonly pushing down, trying to take the hard cock faster, but the teacher refused to let him set the pace and continued his slow, leisurely entry, finally ending when his balls were pressed tight against the copy-nin’s cheeks and the jounin was panting and squirming, begging him to move. “Wrap your legs around me lover.” the chuunin requested, and he was gratified when long, pale, perfectly proportioned and muscled legs instantly moved to encircle him.

Iruka slanted his mouth across the jounin’s and started a slow rocking motion, ever so gently pressing against his lover’s prostate on each stroke, causing his arousal to spiral ever higher, leaving him panting and moaning into the kiss. The warm water sloshed around them as they moved, the splashing droplets sparkling on their skin in the moonlight, lending the scene an ethereal quality. Slowly, languidly, the teacher fucked him like he was never, ever going to do anything else. Kakashi disjointedly wondered if they’d still be here like this a week from now . . . and decided that if that were the case he certainly wasn’t going to complain.

The chuunin continued to eat at his partner’s mouth while he struggled to maintain his slow rhythm. Gods, he never wanted this to end, but he reluctantly had to admit that after this round he would probably be out of it for some time. Better make it count, he thought. He moved his hand to loosely grasp the copy-nin’s neglected erection and began a slow stroke that matched his thrusts, barely brushing the sensitive satin skin.

Kakashi whined deep in his throat. He was so close, he just needed one good hard thrust, or a firm stroke. He tried again to take control and set the pace, but the chuunin was having none of it, immediately bending his head to nip and suck at the juncture of neck and shoulder, effectively distracting the copy-nin from his plan.

Iruka was determined to stretch this out as long as possible, but his control was slipping, the hot coil in his loins threatening to consume him completely. Without even realizing it he gradually sped up until he was slamming into the jounin with long powerful strokes.

The copy-nin had abandoned himself to his lover, lost in the tide of sensation, spiraling higher and higher until the teacher gently pinched the tip of his erection and he screamed, shooting cum between their bodies.

The feeling of that magnificently muscled body going rigid in his arms, and around his cock, triggered Iruka’s release, and he sprayed blast after blast of hot cum directly into the jounin’s prostate, the bursts of pleasure causing him to shiver and pant.

They finally slumped in each other’s arms, foreheads resting against each other, struggling to calm their racing hearts. Iruka began placing tender kisses all over his lover’s face, murmuring to him about how precious he is and how he wanted to hold him like this forever. Eventually, though, it was time to move, if for no other reason than they didn’t want to slip under the surface and drown.

The teacher reluctantly released his prize and sluggishly dragged himself out of the pool, extending a hand to help the copy-nin out, then immediately scooping him up and padding back into the bedroom, settling them both under the covers before pulling the jounin tight against him. Totally exhausted they both succumbed to well earned sleep.