Questionable Loyalty

CHAPTER 24





The sun was already high up in the sky when Kakashi woke up. The hangover from the previous night was surprisingly mild – apart from a slight headache and a dry mouth he didn’t feel too much discomfort. It was almost amusing how he had got so drunk last night but his body was so used to all sorts of toxins so it had worked through the alcohol without too much fuss.



Apparently sometimes during the night it had rained, because the light seeping through Iruka’s window had a soft, grayish tint to it and the air was surprisingly crisp. This made the strong, warm embrace around him feel more than comfortable and instinctively, Kakashi buried himself deeper into the circle of those arms. It had been so long since he had been able to afford the luxury of cuddling, if he closed his eyes, he could pretend that it was Pein. It wasn’t, of course. The scent of the male next to him was all wrong – the red-head smelled of ash and cloves, while Iruka’s scent reminded him of cinnamon – probably the shampoo he used. So even with his eyes closed he couldn’t fool himself into believing that he was with his lover, despite their similar body-types.



Around him, the Chuunin stirred and then slowly opened his eyes to see Kakashi’s mop of unruly silver hair underneath his chin, tickling his throat as the older man cuddled deeper into his embrace. For a moment, Iruka tightened his arms protectively around him then reached to pet his hair.



“Good morning.”



Kakashi looked up, his single visible eye slightly bloodshot and puffy.



“Good morning.” He answered hoarsely.



“How do you feel?” Iruka asked, knowing that the hangover must be quite unpleasant.



“Not too bad.” Kakashi said and laid his head back on the Chuunin’s tanned chest. Even the skin tone was wrong, Pein being lily-white, even paler than Kakashi himself, while Iruka’s flesh was bronzed by the sun and his own natural complexion.



Kakashi turned and placed a gentle kiss in the middle of his chest, his fingers absently brushing over a brown nipple which immediately peaked and hardened under the attention.



“I am not drunk anymore.” He said softly, his lips slowly traveling down, tracing the outline of the hard muscles of Iruka’s flat abdomen “Or tired.”



When he dipped his tongue in the younger man’s navel and explored the little crater, his partner moaned and tangled his hand in Kakashi’s hair. The Jounin slid even further down, pulling the hem of the pajama pants to suckle the spot where the thigh met the body.



“However” he continued and looked up to Iruka, a teasing smile on his lips “I need a shower.”



Iruka blinked hazily when he gracefully slid out of the bed.



“Where is your bathroom?”



The Chuunin mutely pointed to the door on the far wall of the bedroom. Kakashi nodded and walked in. After a few moments, the Chuunin heard the sound of running tap water and figured that Kakashi was probably brushing his teeth. With his toothbrush, most probably, the slob.



Iruka got out of the bed and walked up to the bathroom just in time to see Kakashi putting said toothbrush back in the glass. He noticed Iruka and said apologetically:



“I’ll buy you a new one, I promise.”



The younger man couldn’t help but smile then and answer:



“That’s okay…” he saw the two-days stubble growing on Kakashi’s cheeks and neck – having the same colour as his hair, so it was natural, after all – and said:



“You can use my razor too, if you want. I did all this a few hours ago when you fell asleep.



“Thank you.”



Iruka leaned against the wall and watched his guest shave, the sight producing a strangely warm and tingling sensation all over his body. Somehow it felt incredibly intimate to witness something like this. Kakashi was naked to the waist and in the harsh white light of the bathroom lamp Iruka could see all the scars that peppered his toned body – his skin was like a roadmap of a life filled with violence. With each sure movement of his hand holding the razor against his throat the muscles played under the scarred flesh, perfectly proportioned and whipcord tight. At the same time, there was something incredibly vulnerable about his pose, his back trustingly turned to the Chuunin.



“You missed a spot.” Iruka said softly as Kakashi reached to wash the razor off, then walked up to the Jounin and took the thin blade from his hands. Standing behind him, grasped his chin gently with one hand and turned his head away, then began to shave the still cream-coloured spot, right over Kakashi’s jugular. The older man stiffened, tensed, but Iruka said:



“Shhh, I’m not going to hurt you. Relax. I’d never hurt you.”



The words and soothing tone seemed to work because Kakashi did indeed relax in his grip and allowed him to finish. Iruka put the razor in the sink, deciding to wash it later. He whispered in Kakashi’s ear:



“I don’t have a central heating, so we’d have to share the shower, lest the hot water runs out.”



The Jounin nodded and followed him to the shower-cabin, thankfully large enough to hold two grown men without them feeling like they were stuffed in a can.



Iruka turned on the hot water and relaxed under the warm spray, taking the soap in his hands and beginning to rub it against his chest, then over Kakashi’s. The Jounin pulled off the eye-patch protecting his Sharingan eye and leaned to put his head under the spray. His hair was soaked immediately and flattened against his scull, darkening from the water, making him look younger than his thirty years.



Iruka squeezed a dollop of his shampoo on the palm of his hand and began to rub it in Kakashi’s hair, watching as the suds formed, feeling the man relax even further under his ministrations.



“You look different with your hair down, Sensei.” Kakashi muttered softly as he watched him through half-closed eyes.



“Do I?”



“Mhm. Less… less severe. Less forbidding.” He reached and ran his fingers through Iruka’s own hair.



“I didn’t realize I looked forbidding, Kakashi-san.” Iruka sad and massaged the nape of Kakashi’s head gently as he worked the shampoo.



“Not forbidding, exactly.” The Jounin corrected himself. “Stern.” He paused, then added “I like stern.”



Iruka stopped washing Kakashi’s hair and looked at him, really looked at him. The expression on his face was relaxed, open, a little sleepy even, lips slightly parted. His eyes slid down to the toned, flushed from the hot water, chest, to his organ slowly rising against his body, half-hard. He could feel the way Kakashi’s breathing quickened under his heavy gaze, but the older man made no move to stop him or encourage him, obviously waiting for him to make the first move. Very well, he had no problem with that.



Sliding his soapy hand under Kakashi’s nape, he pulled the man into a kiss, humming with pleasure when the lips under his opened readily for him, the agile tongue reaching submissively to touch his. Kakashi moaned softly and wrapped his pale arms around the Chuunin’s broad, tanned shoulders, holding onto his partner as he was pressed against the wet tiles of the wall behind him.



Iruka pulled away after a few moments looking at his partner, watching the shampoo being washed away by the hot water.



“As much as I want to take you here, the hot water will end very soon and this will spoil the mood, I think.” He told him, his lips curling in an apologetic smile, then finally let go of Kakashi and took a small step back to allow him to return entirely under the spray and wash the rest of the soap and shampoo away. Kakashi nodded and hurried finished washing.



Iruka turned off the water and led Kakashi out of the shower-stall, taking a large, fluffy towel from a hook on the wall and wrapping it around the other man. Kakashi obviously didn’t mind the attention, because he passively allowed Iruka to begin to towel him dry, looking at him through lowered, wet lashes. The Chuunin couldn’t resist the temptation and leaned to kiss him again, his arms still holding the towel around Kakashi’s shoulders. The older man responded as eagerly as he had in the shower, melting into his arms, his hands sliding down the broad back to cup a taut asscheek and pull him closer to his body.



Iruka growled and pressed Kakashi back until his hips touched the panel surrounding the sink and without breaking the kiss he put his hands under his ass and lifted, seating the older man on it. The strong, nimble thighs immediately wrapped themselves around Iruka, Kakashi’s heated arousal pressing against his and between their muscled bellies.



The Chuunin broke the liplock only to move further down to Kakashi’s neck, suckling on the soft, flushed skin, peppering his throat with soft, gentle kisses. Kakashi groaned and buried his hands in Iruka’s loose, wet hair, his knees drawing up hungrily, hips beginning to rock slowly against him.



“Please…” he whimpered softly and the Chuunin smiled.



“Soon. I’ll give you what you want, be patient, Kakashi-kun.”



“Sensei…”



“I like it when you call me that, you know…” Iruka told him and leaned to suckle on a dark pink nipple, holding tight onto the moist body under him because Kakashi moaned sharply and jerked in his arms.



‘So very responsive…’ Iruka thought delightedly as he lifted his lips off the abused nipple and looked up to look at the expression on Kakashi’s face – his head was turned to one side, flushed, heated cheek pressed to the cold mirror which fogged with each rapid breath Kakashi exhaled, swollen lips slightly parted, his pink tongue snaking out every few moments to moisten them further.



Smirking, the Chuunin leaned to kiss and suck on the other nipple, delighting in the way Kakashi mewled again and the way his body writhed in pleasure in his arms. ‘I could get addicted to this.’ Iruka thought as he traced the firm ridges of Kakashi’s abdominal muscles down to his groin until he was facing his firm, leaking erection. Still smiling, he traced the underside with his lips, nibbling on the base, forcefully holding Kakashi’s hips down when he tried to thrust again.



“Stay still, or I’ll stop.” He told him mildly and Kakashi whined, but followed the quiet order.



Iruka’s mouth traveled further down and he mouthed one smooth, round ball, slipping his mouth around it and suckling before releasing it and pulling back for a moment to grab Kakashi under his knees and pulled them further up while spreading them wider, exposing him folly to his gaze.



The pink little hole winked at him as it clenched rhythmically under his gaze. Smirking again, he bowed to press the tip of his tongue on the soft expanse of flesh behind Kakashi’s balls, stimulating his spot from the outside while pressing his index finger against the convulsing opening, feeling it tremble under his touch.



“Do you want me to lick you here, Kakashi?” he asked hoarsely as he looked up.



It took a few moments until Kakashi was finally capable to string a sentence together, but he said:



“Yes, please…”



“Yes, please, what?” Iruka teased.



Kakashi flushed an even darker shade of red, but didn’t tear his eyes away from Iruka’s:



“Yes, please, Sensei, lick my hole.” He whimpered, voice breaking at the last word when Iruka followed the desperate plea and pressed his tongue where his finger used to be.



The Chuunin teased him mercilessly for the next several minutes – licking and lapping at his needy entrance before stabbing his tongue inside, then withdrawing again and resuming the licking. Kakashi writhed, precariously perched on the edge of the panel, clutching at it with one white-knuckled hand while the other alternated between covering his out mouth to muffle his wails and tangling in Iruka’s hair.



Finally, Iruka decided he was done with teasing, because his own arousal ached insistently, eager to slide in Kakashi’s warm, willing body.



“Give me the lotion, Kakashi.” He ordered and pointed to a small tube put by the edge of the sink – a slick aloe extract which Iruka used to soothe dry or raw skin after an extensive practice at the training grounds.



Kakashi’s trembling fingers grasped at the tube, opened it and he handed it to Iruka, who took it from him and squeezed a generous dollop of the gel on his fingers.



“Pull your legs up again.” He told him and Kakashi eagerly obeyed.



Iruka spread the gel over his lover’s entrance, then slid in a finger to the second knuckle, delighted in the tightness he found. Kakashi whimpered and bit his lip, but didn’t complain.



Slowly, torturously, the Chuunin slid the finger all the way in, loving the way the little hole sucked it in greedily and began to thrust it in and out.



He was burning with the need to take Kakashi already and the debauched sight he presented before him didn’t help Iruka’s state at all, but he was also determined to treat him better than his previous lover had. He would take as much time as he could stand before he finally slid into him.



Much to Iruka’s surprise at his own self-control, he managed to withhold his need until he had buried three slick fingers in Kakashi, who by that time was moaning openly and shamelessly every time they grazed his prostate.



The younger man withdrew his fingers and ignoring the whine of disappointment, stood up before Kakashi, lifting his left knee above his shoulder and holding it there, using his free hand to guide the tip of his erection over the slick and glistening entrance of his lover’s body.



“Are you ready?” he asked him tenderly and waited for Kakashi to nod eagerly before he began to slide in. The thick, mushroom tip went in with an almost audible pop and he kept pressing until he was sheathed balls deep inside of him.



Kakashi panted and whimpered wildly, and when Iruka was finally fully inside he wrapped his arms and legs around him, clutching at him desperately. He seemed deeply distressed, more emotionally than physically. Misinterpreting the reasons behind this distress Iruka began to coo at him, embracing him gently, whispering sweet nothings in his ear, eager to soothe him.



“Shh, it’s okay, I won’t hurt you, I’ll take care of you, shh… shh, Kakashi-kun…”



Kakashi trembled and mewled, burying his face in Iruka’s shoulder for a few moments and then finally moaned softly:



“Please, Sensei, move…”



With Kakashi wrapped the way he was around him – warm, firm, tight – Iruka wondered if he’d ever be able to deny him anything – so he began to thrust. Shallowly and gently at first, waiting for him to get used to the intrusion and relax around the thick erection he was impaled on, and then harder and deeper, but still quite slow, rocking Kakashi’s entire body against the already fogged mirror.



The expression on Kakashi’s face was a mixture of ecstasy and agony, arousal and need still mixed with some kind of emotional torment which Iruka couldn’t understand but was too far gone to attempt to ask. All he could do was to lean and kiss him gently and it seemed that this was what Kakashi was waiting for because he embraced him again and clung to him as the thrusting became faster and more erratic.



They were both so incredibly high-strung that Iruka knew that neither could possibly last long, so he reached between their indulating bodies and grasped at Kakashi’s heated arousal, jerking him off in time with his thrusts.



It wasn’t long before Kakashi let out a final wail and Iruka felt wetness spill on his hand, the warm channel around him clenching greedily as if to suck him in further. A few more thrusts and he was toppling over the edge as well with a guttural moan in Kakashi’s ear.



Panting, wrapped tightly around each other, trembling and shuddering from their high, they held each other. Iruka sighed and rubbed the muscled back soothingly, leaning and finding Kakashi’s mouth to give him another gentle kiss which his lover sleepily responded to.



“I think we need a shower again.” The Chuunin whispered against his lips. Kakashi sighed and nodded.



Later, he lay once again in Iruka’s arms on the bed while the younger man fed him the grapes he had found in the fridge and wondered if he’d ever find a way back from the abyss he had jumped into.



A/N: I realise that Kakashi might seem a tad too submissive in this smut, but this is a result of certain events which concern the other plotline taking place in Amegakure. I won't say more because I don't want to spoil. :D Please, bear with me. Also, I hope my attempt at dirty talk wasn't too pathetic.