I Don't Think You Understand

The repost project, continued. Sorry for the lack of witty commentary on my part; it'll be back sometime soon, with luck.

Don't own him, don't want to, but wouldn't mind him visiting me...

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Clink.

Two slender objects hefted its precious cargo up to a greedy orifice. Steam wafted up gently from the captured offering.

The portal opened, two nicely-shaped gates opening in opposite directions. If the sacrifice felt any fear about its impending doom, it failed to show it, brave dead thing that it was.

Capture. The slender objects had deposited their burden inside the gates, which promptly closed shut in an alluring display.

Iruka swallowed. Hard. Does watching him eat have to be such a damn erotic display?

It was all still new to him to see Kakashi smile at him with his mouth instead of his eye, to see passing expressions cross the bottommost part of his face without having to interpret them through a mask. Not that I’m complaining or anything...

With a sigh and something like glee and dread mixed together, Iruka kissed his resolve to stay reserved and respectful of Kakashi out the window, but he’d be making up for it soon. Paying homage to his body seems like a good way to make up for it...

Iruka watched as Kakashi lifted another loaded-with-food chopstick to his mouth. Was it crazy to be jealous of food? To wish that it was him being placed in that mouth, and chewed on? Swallowed?

Is my mind going to get out of the gutter before I seriously embarrass myself?

“Uh, Iruka? Is something wrong?”

Shit! He caught me staring... “No, nothing wrong at all,” he said with a smile even he could tell looked nervous. “Just...watching you eat.”
“Oh.”

Yes, Iruka, that’s right, scare him away from you so you don’t do anything untoward...

It went without saying to state that the rest of dinner was finished in a slightly awkward silence, but after the food was eaten, more natural conversation came back.

“Tsunade-sama put me on vacation leave,” Kakashi complained, lips pouting a little.

Dammit, I should have known he was a pouter... “Why would she do that? I don’t think you’re doing a whole lot, are you?”
“Well, the time I’m not spending with you is spent training, mostly,” Kakashi said nonchalantly.

What, but that’s-- “You’ve been training for 13 hours a day?!” He yelped. “What in the names of the gods possessed you to do that? Are you that bored?!”

Kakashi looked a little taken aback at his vehemence. “Well, yeah. What else am I going to do?”

“Something...something else!” Training for thirteen fucking hours a day, then coming to see me? “Are you having trouble sleeping or something?”

Kakashi chewed his bottom lip absently, making Iruka almost consider asking him to put the mask back up. Gods dammit, now that I know what those lips look like, I almost wish I still hadn’t seen them... “Yeah, sort of,” he said at last, releasing that lip from between his teeth, at which point Iruka let out a carefully concealed hiss. Now I’m wishing the Hokage would have banned lips like his from even existing, not that she could--

“I keep having...dreams,” Kakashi said slowly. “I can’t stop them, and every time I have them, I don’t sleep well, if at all. If I exhaust myself, sometimes I get some sleep before one of them happens.”
“Are they nightmares?”

Kakashi blushed. Another thing I both love and hate about that damn mask coming down... “No.”

“Then how are they keeping you from sleeping?”

Kakashi didn’t answer him for a while. He just stared. It’s almost as if he thinks I’m to blame for this--

“You don’t know?” Kakashi said slowly, with precise enunciation. “You don’t know how they’re keeping me from sleeping?!”

Iruka was a little alarmed, but he knew better than to show too much of it. “Well, no, or I wouldn’t have asked--”

Suddenly, his back hit a solid object and his sight was obscured by silver hair. What in the--? His other senses took a leisurely couple of seconds to give him an answer, but it wasn’t something unpleasant.

Kakashi was kissing him. Hard. His tongue had somehow gotten into his mouth during his distraction and was making a lazy sweep along his palate. His hands, to Iruka’s dismay/pleasure, weren’t idle either; they were stroking up and down his torso in equally unhurried swipes, pausing at odd intervals to tweak a nipple, trail to the side, trail lower...

And then suddenly it was all gone, and Kakashi was staring at him, blue eye dark, carefully not touching him in any place. “That’s why I haven’t been sleeping,” he said, his voice a husky purr at odds with the control being displayed in his body. “I’ve been dreaming about this...the way you kiss, the way you touch; I’ve been waking up hard, and getting rid of it myself isn’t working anymore.”

Iruka just stared. This...is an awful lot of honesty at once... “You’ve been dreaming about me?” Somehow his voice remained steady through the jolts of excitement cheerfully congregating in his groin.

Kakashi sighed, his eye straying down before he snagged discipline from somewhere and looked back into Iruka’s face. “I...I want you,” he said finally.

Iruka nodded, feeling shocked. As if he was somewhere far away, he saw his body press a little more firmly against the wall like it could stop his knees from trembling. “I want you too,” he replied. “But I’m worried because you only found out about all this recently, and I’m afraid that it’s like I’m forcing you--”

Kakashi shut him up in a most pleasurable way; he swooped in and kissed him. When they parted, he said, “if anyone thinks you’re forcing me, tell them to come to me and I’ll set them straight.”

Putting his arms around Kakashi, Iruka let out a little breathless laugh. “I’ll make sure to do that.”

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One...more...to...go....