The Trick Is Not Minding

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Iruka tore through the market searching for the copy-nin. Genma, he thought as he ran, I swear, if you’ve blown this for me I’ll shove that senbon in your ass and pull it out of your mouth! He continued to curse as he raced through the crowds, looking for a tell-tale shock of silver hair. There, he thought, as he turned between two stalls to see Kakashi sitting in the dust.

“‘kashi, what happened, I turned around to ask you a question and you were gone.” the chuunin cried as he dropped to his knees next to the copy-nin, “Why did you leave me?”

“I . . . you’ve been so good to me Iruka, I didn’t want to interfere . . . you really don’t have to put yourself out for me, I can just go back to my apartment.” he trailed off, eyes locked on the patch of dirt between his feet.

The teacher was shocked, “Interfere with what?” he cried, “I want you there, it’s no imposition . . . now please, tell me what happened.”

The jounin sighed, “Genma said . . .” he began before he was cut off by an angry snort.

“I am so going to kill him.” the chuunin muttered as he squeezed the bridge of his nose to ward off his impending headache. “Go on ‘kashi, I’m sorry.”

“Anyway, he said I was taking his alone time with you . . . I didn’t want to screw up your relationship . . .” he trailed off sadly, actually he did want to interfere, very much. The last thing he wanted was to share Iruka with anyone else.

“Kakashi,” the teacher began, “look at me.” When that solitary eye locked with his, Iruka continued, “There is nothing between Genma and I except his perverted daydreams. I have no interest in him . . . I would never have done what I did with you if that was the case. I’m yours, remember?” With that he threw his arms around the jounin, pulling him into an embrace and gently nuzzling his nose in soft silver strands before whispering in a delicate ear, “Forever ‘kashi, you promised me and I’ll hold you to it.”

He could breathe again. The copy-nin gratefully drew what felt like his first breath since his flight, “I’m sorry ‘ruka, he just . . . He sounded so . . . I shouldn’t have believed him without checking with you . . . I just . . .” he trailed off, unable to explain his actions, “I want to be yours ‘ruka, I don’t want to lose you to Genma or anyone else.” he finished with a hesitant smile.

“Well then,” the teacher cheerily replied, “let’s finish the shopping so we can go home and I can show you how much I don’t want to let you go.” pulling the jounin up and turning back to the fishmonger. They hurried through their shopping, each man acutely aware of the pleasure promised, moving quickly from stall to stall.

Iruka was flattered to realize that the copy-nin was remaining in constant contact. But he could take no more when that lanky body pressed flush against his back and a teasing voice whispered in his ear “Maa ‘ruka, I think we should get some more strawberries.”

The chuunin flashed through the hand signs and they appeared in the kitchen, dropping the groceries unceremoniously before ripping down the mask and diving in for a passionate kiss. Deft hands made quick work of their clothes, and Iruka soon found himself sprawled on the kitchen floor, a voracious jounin on top of him. He was ecstatic to see the copy-nin taking control again, hoping it was a sign he was putting some of his insecurities behind him.

The teacher threw his head back in shock, therefore, when a strong hand quickly oiled his cock and he found himself immediately engulfed in the tight heat of the copy-nin. His slight disappointment instantly faded at the utterly magnificent, totally overwhelming sight and feel of Kakashi rising and falling on his straining need. It wasn’t long until both men were teetering on the brink.

Iruka groaned in disappointment when the jounin suddenly stopped and leaned forward to whisper huskily in his ear. “Say it ‘ruka.” he entreated, grinding down hard and squeezing his inner muscles, causing the chuunin to hiss before responding, “Love you ‘kashi.”

“No,” the copy-nin replied with another fierce squeeze, “that’s nice but it’s not what I want. Say it, please.”

“Say what ‘kashi?” the teacher asked, puzzled and more than a little frustrated with the turn of events.

The jounin ground down hard one more time, “Say I’m yours, tell me I’m only yours, I need to hear you say it, please.”

Iruka thought hard about how to respond, he wanted to encourage the copy-nin to move beyond his past, but he also wanted to make him feel secure . . . if this is what he needs, he thought. “Alright, but only if you’ll say it back. You’re mine Hatake Kakashi, forever. Only mine.”

Kakashi sped up the pace, his hand and his hips rising and falling, chasing his release. He bent low and whispered his response through gritted teeth, “You’re mine, and I won’t share you, not with Genma, not with anyone.” Then his back arched as his prostate was struck, and with a cry of the teacher’s name he sprayed streams of pearly seed across the bronze chest.

The sight of the copy-nin in the throes of ecstacy, coupled with the passionate cry of his name was too much for the chuunin and he, too came, filling the jounin with his seed.

They stayed in a tangled sticky mess on the hard kitchen floor for a very long time, gently kissing and caressing, enjoying the afterglow. Finally Iruka sighed and said, “We need to put away the food, at least. It would be a shame if we had to go shopping again.” He silently stroked the copy-nin’s hair for a few more moments, before continuing, “And we’re supposed to meet Ibiki later.”

“He’s not coming here is he?” Kakashi asked, “Because if he is I’m definitely getting up and dressed right now . . . I don’t want any more ‘incidents’ where he’s concerned. I don’t want anyone to see me naked but you ‘ruka . . . and I don’t want anyone seeing you but me.” he finished with a nod and a self-satisfied smirk.

Iruka shuddered when the warm weight lifted off of him, and took the hand reaching down to pull him up. He regarded the remains of their trip to the market with dismay. The bags had burst and food was scattered everywhere, some of it smashed under the writhing bodies or spattered with bodily fluids. He began to salvage what he could, before he was pulled away by a laughing copy-nin and dragged off to the shower. “After all,” the jounin said as they waited for the water to get warm, “you were just dripping on everything anyway.” Pointedly indicating the sticky mess on the chuunin’s chest.

The teacher was positioned under the spray as sure hands soaped and rinsed him, then he returned the favor, blunt nails gently scratching and rubbing as he soaped and rinsed the lanky form. Kawaii, he thought, definitely sexy when wet, appreciating how silver strands darkened and flopped across mismatched eyes. They gently toweled each other dry, pulling on sweats before heading to the kitchen to try to salvage dinner.

Iruka was just setting the dishes on the table when Ibiki arrived. “Why is it I always catch you in the middle of something?” the interrogator wondered, “I’ll make this quick.”

“Won’t you join us for dinner?” the chuunin asked.

“No, I have to get back, I have ‘guests’ waiting for me.” he smirked, “I wanted to let you know that I took care of Takeda Shunpei. He was quite eager to tell me the names of all the ANBU who were at Aoshi’s that night. After some discrete questioning I learned he was the only one who figured out your identity Kakashi, so he has been ‘redeployed’ outside the village. I believe it is in your best interests, however, to leave ANBU, due to the risk of your being identified.”

“I will do as I my Hokage orders.” the copy-nin replied, although he wondered what this change in status would mean to him.

“Report to the Hokage in two days for your new assignment. And Kakashi, don’t see this as a punishment, you’ve served in ANBU for almost half your life, you’ve earned this.” With that he turned to leave, “I’ll call you in a few days Iruka. Enjoy your dinner.” and he disappeared in a swirl of leaves, leaving the pair to contemplate this latest round of changes.