Square the circle

AN: Thank you all who read and especially you who reviewed!

Velvetina: The mask is really difficult thing. There's lots of decisions to make there; does Kakashi really want to hide his face from everyone, do they have to fight about it... Read on to find out :)
Hestia: First, after two bottles of wine is not quickly (in my opinion, you may disagree ^^). And maybe I didn't get the atmosphere right, 'cause I thought Iruka to be more like childish and playful, not rude as such. Second, you're rushing things, all in its good time :P Special thanks to you for critique. Oh, and I liked it too.
trabeck: Thank you. And here's the update, enjoy.

Beta'd by Juxtathought, to whom I'm truly grateful.

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Iruka sat on a kitchen chair. He was still astounded. He lifted his hand, his fingers traveling across his lips, trailing the path that Kakashi's tongue had followed just moments ago. His mind was blank. He tried to grip even one rational thought, but there wasn't any to be caught. Iruka took a couple of deep breaths and stared at the wine bottle on the table. Slowly, reality crept out from the dark manhole it had been scared into.

Maybe it was the booze, he rationalized. This wasn't the first time Iruka had been kissed by a man, though years had passed since the last occasion. He always thought it had been some sort of teenage phase. Since then, he hadn't had many serious relationships. The few which he had had had been with women, and they always ended the same; the women considering him more like a brother than a lover and wanting to just be friends—not that Iruka had minded. He hadn't loved any one of them.

Still, he had stopped thinking of men that way. And now that he thought about Kakashi, he noticed that he wasn't too bad looking. He had a really tight butt, a gorgeous figure, plus, he was tall and a bit mysterious. Iruka closed his eyes. He could remember Kakashi's face from that brief glimpse. Those delicate features, he was a true beauty... in a manly way.

Something turned within Iruka. It felt like his insides were somersaulting. Maybe kissing was just a way for Kakashi to confuse whoever managed to pull his mask down. Yeah, that was the most probable explanation. From all accounts, Kakashi didn't have any interest in him. There wasn't anything romantic about the evening, he hadn't made a move on him, or sent anything signaling that he was attracted to him in that way. And now that Iruka thought about it, he could swear that Kakashi had never showed an interest in men. Not that he knew Kakashi that well, but he had never even heard rumors about Kakashi's love life. The man was known to be a pervert with his Icha Icha books, and it was said that he was quite the ladies' man—still, no one had ever seen him in active pursuit of a woman.

It was late and Iruka was sobering. He decided to do the dishes before going to bed, otherwise they would dry, the food would stick to the plates, and it would be murder to wash them. Cleaning up had always worked like therapy for Iruka, his thoughts clearing and his stress vanishing with the mess.

While washing the plates and glasses, he reflected over the past years. Kakashi had been a nuisance the entire time that he had worked in Hokage's office. He always dropped by during the most inconvenient times and he usually had no real business there—he just stopped by to ruin Iruka's day. Kakashi always teased Iruka and tried to show him up.

Could it be that Kakashi had no idea how to show his affection and instead of asking him out, Kakashi bullied him? Or...wait. Actually, Kakashi had asked him out, at least, to have dinner with him. And he had invited himself to watch a movie with him tomorrow.

Yeah, right. Just stop obsessing over one lousy kiss, Iruka thought. Though it definitely wasn't a lousy kiss, actually it was the total opposite—it was a sensual, full, and perfect first kiss.

First kiss.

...

Okay, it was time to go to bed.


Iruka opened his eyes. He hadn't slept well and, judging from the sun's position, it was already noon. He stretched and yawned. His mouth tasted like someone had been eating very disgusting things with it last night. His head didn't feel like exploding, which was a definite bonus. Iruka brushed his teeth, showered, and shaved. His thoughts shifted to Kakashi. All of his hopes of having a romance with the man shattered away as he stared at his image in the mirror.

Kakashi is a looker. He's a very successful, high-ranking jonin. Apart from his annoying personality quirks, he would be anybody's dream partner. And what am I, Iruka brooded. A mere teacher, a chunin.

The only excitement in his life was when he managed to sort and file all of his paperwork in time. Surely, if Kakashi wanted company, he would choose someone more suitable, someone who had succeeded better in his, or her, career—and life. Iruka examined himself in the mirror. He was tanned, an ugly scar went over his nose, and he looked like the boy next door. He was fairly muscular and in good shape thanks to the mandatory exercises that every ninja had to perform regularly, but nothing he had compared with someone who risked his life on extremely dangerous missions day after day.

Iruka pulled on his blue pants and a dark shirt. He shrugged into his green vest as he walked to the kitchen. He looked into the refrigerator to find that there was some leftovers from yesterday, but he would still have to go to buy something for the evening.

What if I scared Kakashi away and he won’t come? Iruka contemplated. Should I call him? Apologize? No, I’ll just wait and see. If Kakashi doesn’t come, then I’ll just watch the movie alone.

Iruka closed his eyes and mentally slapped himself. The day before yesterday, he couldn't stand Kakashi; he had feared that they would be at each others throats if they had to spent more than ten minutes together.

And now, he was obsessed by the man.

This was ridiculous. Iruka hadn't wanted a man like this in years, and now he couldn't stop thinking of the very same man he had disliked no more than two days ago. To top it all, he was probably reading too much into a foolish kiss. He decided to quit agonizing over it, go buy some snacks, and rent a movie. If Kakashi should decide to show up (not that he would be holding his breath) he would act like nothing had ever happened.

Eight in the evening found Iruka sitting alone on a sofa in his living room. He had a bowl of snacks waiting on the table and the film was ready for watching. He didn't know what the movie was about, but the boy at the film rental had said that it was a good thriller. In Iruka’s opinion, waiting and wondering if Kakashi would come or not was thrilling enough, but now the excitement was gone and the answer was rather obvious.

Iruka waited for ten more minutes and pressed the play button. Names of famous actors and actresses flashed on the screen, and the opening, nail-biting music promised that something awful was about to happen when a soft knock sounded from the door. Iruka paused the film and opened the door.

"Glad you made it. Come in, I've already started the film." Iruka said, trying not to show his anxiety.

"Sorry I came so late, but I wasn't sure if I should... I mean, if I had the time because something came up, and..." Kakashi let his voice trail away.

Iruka wondered whether Kakashi had wrestled with the same questions he had, or if he almost decided not to come because he thought that Iruka might try something again. However, since he had made up his mind not to read too much into anything this evening, he abandoned those thoughts. But...that didn’t mean that he couldn’t look...

Gosh, Kakashi looks good in that tight black shirt and those trousers are hanging off his hips quite nicely.

Iruka showed Kakashi to the living room and explained that nothing had happened yet in the movie. Iruka's apartment wasn't very big, so he only had one small couch. Kakashi took a seat, and, after much shifting, got comfortable with most of his side pressed against Iruka. Said chunin became acutely aware of the jounin’s warmth that seaped through his clothes at very interesting locations. Iruka pressed the play button and the film continued.

Iruka stared at the time display. He couldn't believe it—this was probably the longest sex scene in the history of movie making ever. Iruka could feel his cheeks burning and he knew he was turning as red as a ripe tomato. He tried to keep his eyes on the screen and pretend that it was perfectly normal to watch explicit sex scenes practically sitting in the lap of a male friend. From the corner of his eye he could see Kakashi looking at him, his eyebrow perked into an amused arch.

As a distraction, Iruka started to shovel snacks into his mouth like he was a starving squirrel on the verge of winter. This worked well until he started coughing and couldn’t seem to stop. After a while, Kakashi slapped his back, dislodging the food in his throat, and he was free to breathe again.

To his misery, the sexscene was still going strong. With a sigh, Iruka leaned back into the backrest only to freeze when he felt something he wasn't expecting. Kakashi had left his hand on the backrest and now let it drop around his shoulders. Iruka's heart missed a beat. He’d have to be a complete idiot to misread this seemingly simple touch. He kept his eyes peeled on the couple doing it doggy style within the glow of the television and tried to relax. Kakashi made himself more comfortable and shifted a bit closer, if that was even possible, to Iruka. His hand softly petted Iruka's arm, sending millions of pleasurable tickles up Iruka's spine.

This time, we haven't had any alcohol to drink, so it couldn't be that. Iruka thought. Still, we need to talk things through before starting anything either of us could regret later.

As a teacher, and somewhat accustomed to talking about difficult and embarrassing things, Iruka turned to face Kakashi. Kakashi was ready and pulled Iruka forward to kiss him. Once again taken by a surprise, Iruka didn't resist—not that he wanted to—but he had always thought it would be better to talk things through before leaping into these kinds of situations. Kakashi's tongue gently probed Iruka's mouth and his lips parted slowly, giving Kakashi's tongue full entry.

Kakashi was a great kisser. His lips were soft and moist, but not too much, and his tongue was agile and thorough. Soon, Iruka found himself answering Kakashi's kiss with fervor. Kakashi embraced him, his hands moving up and down his back and pulling his shirt up. Finally they touched skin and traveled inside Iruka's shirt, sending tremors up his spine. As Kakashi broke the kiss and looked down at him, Iruka realised that Kakashi had lowered his mask.

He must've shed it before I turned to talk to him, Iruka reasoned. He lifted his hands to cup Kakashi's face. He let his finger trail the scar that came under the hitai-ate and continued almost all the way down his cheek. Kakashi's lips curved in a half smile. Iruka knew that scars could feel strange. Scars themselves were usually devoid of feeling, but the surrounding skin was sometimes oversensitive, especially to light touch. Forcing himself to silence his inner doubts, he trailed the scar again and placed his lips against it in a feather-soft kiss.

Kakashi pulled Iruka closer still and buried his head in Iruka's neck. The lips on his throat started brushing, sucking, and licking while the hands under his shirt petted his quivering skin, making Iruka metally shut down.

Evidently, Kakashi knew exactly what he was doing. The lips found a particularly sensitive spot on the nape of his neck and Iruka moaned. He felt the pressure build in his stomach, and his pants were almost painful in their tightness. Pulling Kakashi closer to himself, Iruka's fingers mingled in man’s spiky white hair.

Somewhere in the back of Iruka's brain, a soft-spoken voice tried to tell him that the situation had just about reached the point of no return; it was almost too late to stop whatever this was from happening and possibly turning into something hurtful. Then Kakashi's teeth bit that spot that made Iruka see stars again and the tiny voice fell silent. As skillful hands stripped Iruka of his shirt, he somehow managed to turn the tv off. Clinging to each other like drowning men, they made their way to Iruka's bedroom. After they fell on his bed, Kakashi feverishly kissed his neck, fingers trailing down to his chest before pinching his nipples into hard nubs. Iruka tried to pull Kakashi's shirt off—he needed to feel the friction of bare flesh rubbing bare flesh.

It had been so long since the last time.

Kakashi lifted himself enough for Iruka to pull his shirt off, his skin so palid against Iruka's tan. Iruka basked under the comfortable weight and pleasurable warmth of Kakashi’s body. He still couldn't believe this was happening. His fingers explored the muscular back, trailing the never ending maze of scars that zigzagged across Kakashi's skin. The eager, light grazes on his chest made his pelvis thrust involuntarily. Their hips brushed against each other, and Iruka could feel Kakashi's erection through the fabric. Kakashi pushed his leg between Iruka's thighs and rocked his hips lazily. Only thin layers of fabric separated them now. Iruka sighed, his rock-hard erection demanding more attention.

Iruka's hands made their way into Kakashi's trousers and pulled them open, slipping fingers inside. He could feel the older man trembling in anticipation, his breath coming in shallow gasps. In the next second, Kakashi had pulled both of their pants off, and they were laying on the bed, completely naked.

Iruka was well aware of the situation and feeling extremely nervous. Kakashi lifted his jaw and landed a velvely kiss on his lips which soon deepened until they lost themselves in the passion of it. Iruka's hand slid across Kakashi's pale skin, caressing Kakashi's hipbone before finding it's target. As his fingers touched Kakashi's engorged erection, the man let his hands slide down Iruka's back, to his buttocks. Kakashi squeezed them and pulled him tight as Iruka massaged his rigid length. Kakashi hissed when Iruka ran his thumb against the wet slit.

Kakashi was very well equipped; Iruka had never felt such a big man before. Iruka's cock twitched in anticipation and touched Kakashi's member, the pleasure shooting through Iruka like a thousand volts. Kakashi caressed Iruka's thigh, making Iruka moan softly and his hips rock feverishly, trying to get more of that wonderful friction.

Painfully slow, Kakashi's hand slid upward towards Iruka's neglected erection. The slight teasing was almost too much for Iruka and his hand stroked Kakashi faster. His fingers slid easily, wet with precum. Iruka opened his eyes and looked straight into Kakashi's, begging for release. The jounin stared back with lustful hunger and impish excitement.

At last, Kakashi's hand was on Iruka's shaft. His eyes snapped closed, the waves of pleasure wracking his body. Their arousals met again and again while their hands explored each other. Kakashi's lips traveled down to kiss the nape of Iruka's neck. The hand pumping Iruka's tender flesh, feeling Kakashi's hard length pistoning into his own, and Kakashi's soft nibbling on his neck pushed Iruka towards the inevitable. Only a few more strokes were needed for Iruka to reach the heavenly peak, his load shooting onto their bellies.

Like a small death, he couldn’t hear or see anything. Iruka, the man, the ninja, had disappeared. All that was left was this blissful feeling of ecstasy and a hand on his wrist, forcing it to keep moving. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw Kakashi panting. The pleasure radiated off his face as he was pushed nearer to the edge. Soon, a deep, raspy moan came from Kakashi's throat and his seed mixed with Iruka's.

Iruka's heart beat sluggishly, his skin still hot and sweaty. His brain fumbled for a grip on reality.

Now what? We haven't even held a real conversation before this.. this act of lust, he thought. The semen on his stomach was drying—becoming cold, sticky, and itchy.

"We should probably take a shower." Iruka managed.

"Yeah, I think we should." Kakashi replied.

Iruka got up and took two towels from his closet. He threw one on the bed to Kakashi while trying his best not to look at him and hurried to the bathroom. He turned on the water and stepped into the stall. The steaming water washed over him, taking the sweat with it.

Iruka sighed. This is so awkward—should I say something? How should I act?

The bathroom door opened and Kakashi stepped into the shower behind Iruka. He pulled Iruka against his chest into a loose embrace. Iruka's heart began to pound like an over-taut drum.

"Was it really that bad?" asked Kakashi, sounding worried, nervous, and nothing like the owner of the possessive set of arms wrapped around the naked academy teacher.

"No, not at all." Iruka managed to reply.

Kakashi pressed him closer. This felt good.

"Would you like to stay overnight?" asked Iruka after he summoned the courage.

"Sure." said Kakashi, landing a kiss on Iruka's neck.

The butterflies in Iruka’s fluttered madly, and he could swear his heart skipped a full beat.

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