Mine

Title: See That? Mine!
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: IrukaxKakashi
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Iruka suggests to have a little fun in the mission room. Kakashi's surprised but not unwilling. But isn't there something underneath the underneath?
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Don’t own.

See That? Mine!
by nayru-kleinefee


Kakashi hums a little while he makes his way from the main gate of Konoha to the Hokage Tower over the roofs. Despite being S-rank, his mission has gone surprisingly smooth, without him being injured or forced to seriously harm or kill anybody. And now he will even have a whole week off missions to spend in bed. And – what is best – he has his own beautiful, scar-nosed angel to be in his bed with him for most of the time. Yes, Kakashi is happy.

A little hop in his steps, the Copy-nin jumps down from the building next to the Hokage Tower and runs over the street and into the tall building towards the mission room. He knows that his lover will be there on duty and he can’t wait to be welcomed back home by deep brown eyes, gentle hands and delicious lips. Grinning a little lecherously under his mask, he starts making plans for the rest of the evening which will start in about half an hour when his Chuunin’s evening shift will end.

Not that he would mind to start earlier… Kakashi’s grin widens. Having his Ruka in the mission room… having him panting and moaning while bent over the desk… That would be Iruka Fantasy Number Forty-Seven. And Kakashi definitely would like to try to get a Number Forty-Five thrown into it, too – going down on Iruka in the mission room. Mmmh…

But that will most likely, not to say certainly stay a fantasy forever. His Chuunin isn’t fond of risking to get caught while having sex… Not that Kakashi wants that, no, no, never will he allow anybody to see even a tiny little bit more of Iruka’s delicious skin than strictly necessary! But really, he’s not a Jounin for nothing. If he doesn’t want to get caught, he doesn’t get caught, period. But Iruka in the past always didn’t really like that logic. The Copy-nin sighs. Poor him.

But back to the present. Silently opening the door to the mission room, Kakashi peeks inside and smiles when he catches sight of his lover sitting at the desk, alone in the deserted room. Iruka has his chin propped up on his left hand, the elbow on the table, and is looking at the clock on the wall with a frown and a pout. It takes all of the Copy-nin’s willpower not to storm into the room, pounce on his lover and take him right there and then. Seeing his Chuunin pout every time strengthens his suspicion that Iruka is indeed an angel fallen from the sky. Although in the bedroom his lover quite often proves to have at least a little streak of a devil, too…

Schooling his features back to an at-least-innocent-enough look not to be scolded by his lover for fantasising about having sex in the mission room, Kakashi enters and waves at the Chuunin when he looks up. “Yo.”

“Kashi.” A blinding smile spreads on his lover’s face. “You’re back. Are you alright?”

“Everything’s perfect.” Kakashi grins. Now that he is able to hear his Chuunin’s voice finally, he feels completely at home and every trace of tension fades. “Missed you, Ruka, my angel.”

“I missed you, too.” Iruka stands up and walks over to him, then pulls down his mask and kisses him deeply.

“Mmmmh…”, Kakashi sighs and embraces his lover tightly. “Missed that…” Warm and nice and gentle and tender and home and-

“And what else?” His Chuunin grins up at him.

“Want me to tell you?”, Kakashi asks back and nips at his upper lip. God, he is a lucky man. Not only is he back and unharmed, also is his lover in the mood to play.

“What about you show me?”, Iruka whispers into his ear, then licks it slowly before he rather roughly pulls the surprised Copy-nin closer against his chest and bites his earlobe.

“Here?”, Kakashi gasps in surprise. Despite him fantasising about it, he would have never thought of really suggesting to have sex in the mission room, not to speak of his Chuunin suggesting it.

“You don’t want me to skip my shift, now do you?”, Iruka asks, a smirk audible in his voice. “Such a naughty, naughty Copy-nin…” He leans his head back and flashes his lover a playful grin, then snakes his hands under the Jounin’s shirt, stroking the sensitive skin of his back.

“But… but… here?”, Kakashi asks wide-eyed. “Your shift ends in less than half an hour. What if the next one on duty walks in on us?” Despite saying that, he can feel his member react rather enthusiastically to his lover’s low, sex-dripping voice.

“We’ll be quick”, Iruka only declares and moves to get rid of the Jounin’s vest.

“But… but…”, Kakashi stammers, not quite sure when he’s become the one to be hesitant about getting intimate in public places.

“Come on…” His Chuunin bites his jaw gently before he pushes up the Copy-nin’s shirt and crouches down to nuzzle the pale chest with his nose, from his stomach up to the edge of the shirt and back down until barely above the waistband of his pants.

Shivering uncontrollably under the sensation of feeling hot breath wash over his skin, Kakashi is seriously considering to use a jutsu to dispel a possible henge by now. But there is no doubt that it is indeed Iruka in front of him. Talented fingers find all his sensitive places, the addictive smell can only belong to his Chuunin and the Copy-nin can’t believe that anybody other than his lover could have lips even remotely as soft and delicious as those now ghosting over his chest.

“I take it you don’t refuse anymore then?”, Iruka whispers huskily and lifts his head to kiss him deeply, deliciously, promisingly before he pushes the Jounin back against the mission desk and starts nibbling at the side of his neck.

“Iruka”, Kakashi whispers, desperately trying to get his thoughts back in order and his spinning head down from the high the kiss has sent him to. “What if somebody comes in here?” Despite his words, he is almost at the point to not give a damn anymore, and he knows that if his Chuunin keeps moving his groin against him like that only a little longer, he soon won’t be able to even remember anymore what he’s been worrying about. And if Iruka only could nibble a little lower, there where the invisible mark of his claim on him is, then he would-

Oh god, almost… almost… please… oh hell, lower, plea-

He feels Iruka’s teeth against his neck in what has to be a smirk, then his lover leans his head back. “Kashi…”, he almost whines before he lowers his head slightly, looks up at the dazed Copy-nin from beneath his eyelashes and pouts. “You’re so reluctant… Don’t you want me?”

“Gnh!”, Kakashi gasps and instantly crushes his lips on his lover’s. His beloved Chuunin’s pout is something he just can’t resist, no matter how hard he tries. There is only so much a man can take, and those lips in a pout definitely are too much.

“You sure?”, he pants when he breaks the kiss for much needed air although he by now isn’t sure at all anymore whether he would be able to stop even if Iruka told him to. Desperate to feel his lover’s skin on his, he tugs at the Chuunin’s vest until the resisting cloth finally surrenders. Iruka’s shirt however doesn’t have as much luck and ends in shreds, mirroring the Copy-nin’s patience.

“Yesss”, Iruka whispers into his ear, then yanks the Jounin’s shirt over his head and off. He grins. “Besides, Genma’s got the next shift. He’s never come less than twenty minutes late yet.”

“Good”, Kakashi groans, half at the information and half at feeling Iruka’s warm skin on his chest finally. He moves his hands down his lover’s back and grips his rear hard, forcing his groin to rub against his own.

“Aaaren’t… we eager…”, his Chuunin pants with a smirk on his lips, then swiftly pinches his left nipple hard before he licks the spot, that spot, his spot, between the Copy-nin’s left shoulder and neck.

“Ah!”, Kakashi gasps, then once again when Iruka suddenly opens his pants and takes him in his hand.

“I know you fantasised about this…”, he whispers into the Copy-nin’s ear while he slowly starts to stroke him. “I found your list some weeks ago…” Iruka grins lecherously. “Number Forty-Four, isn’t it?”

“F-forty-Sev-ven…”, Kakashi pants, surprised and amused and delighted about his lover’s reaction to his fantasies. “Having y-you… in the mission… room…” Oh yes, he is lucky, so unbelievably lucky to have such a playful-

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about that.” And then suddenly Iruka kneels down and takes him in his mouth.

“Oh- oh my…” And all he can do is desperately grab for the desk behind him and then hold onto it for dear life. Oh god, Forty-Four, Forty-Four.

Oh, and Forty-Four is even better than he’s ever imagined, and Iruka… damn, he always forgets how good his Chuunin is with his mouth, how easily Iruka can make him whimper and beg and shout and tremble, how quickly he can have him completely at his will.

“And now…”, Iruka breathes against his shuddering skin and lets go of him despite the Jounin’s protesting whimper, “and now Forty-Six.”

And Kakashi dies right there and then.

“Turn around”, his lover orders while he stands up again. “Now.”

“Yes…” The Jounin obeys on shaking legs and places his hands on the mission desk. Oh god, oh god, he will get Forty-Six!

“Your little list was rather inspiring…”, his lover whispers into his ear, and Kakashi can feel his erection press into his still clothed butt. “We have to try some more of your ideas soon…” And then he licks the Jounin’s special spot again and turns him into trembling, absolutely pliant putty in his hands.

“Please…”, Kakashi whispers and desperately rubs his behind against his lover’s groin. “Please, just… I need you…” He doesn’t care about lists anymore, or numbers or ideas, he only needs Iruka now, deep inside him. It has been long, too long, since the Chuunin has claimed him the last time.

“Be patient…”, Iruka chuckles in his ear, then the Copy-nin sees his hand reach out for the drawer of his desk, open it and take out a little tube. The Chuunin somehow manages to open it one-handedly while his other hand impatiently tugs down Kakashi’s pants and boxers to his knees, and the Jounin moans when he feels the rough cloth of his lover’s pants scratch over his tender skin.

“Iruka, please…”, he whispers and spreads his legs wider, leans his body forwards more, anything, anything to make him go faster.

“So wanton…” Iruka laughs huskily and kisses along the Jounin’s spine. “I love to see you like this, so needy and willing…” And then he touches his lover’s opening with slick, slightly cold fingers, making him shudder violently and moan.

“Nh!”, Kakashi gasps when he feels two fingers enter him and can’t keep his muscles from tensing at the invasion. And it hurts, much, but it’s still all he wants.

“Oh, my baby”, Iruka whispers softly, all teasing gone suddenly, and kisses his tense back. “It’s been a while, hm?” He slowly, carefully pushes his fingers deeper.

“A… little…”, Kakashi pants, then his lips form a strained grin. “And they… call me… ‘lazy’…”

“What do you mean?”, Iruka whispers and carefully twists his fingers inside him while his other hand gently massages the Jounin’s upper thigh, teasingly avoiding his aching erection.

“If people knew that… you like it best to lie on… your back and let me… lift your legs over my shoulders and take… you…” Kakashi gasps a laugh. “They would never… call me ‘lazy’ ever again…” But hell, is Iruka hot like that, in this supposedly submissive position but with his eyes flashing demandingly every time the Copy-nin doesn’t give him exactly what he wants, doesn’t move as fast, as hard, as slowly, as tenderly as he wants him to. And he’s every time more than willing to just take what he wants, to flip them over suddenly and ride his lover just the way he wants to in case Kakashi teases him too much or makes him wait too long or simply doesn’t obey.

“Is it my fault that you’re so damn good at fucking me senseless?”, his Chuunin asks softly, a smirk audible in his voice.

“Irukaaa…”, Kakashi moans, shuddering. His lover rarely uses such language, and hearing him say things like these in such a polite, serious, completely calm voice… “P-please…”, he whimpers in a trembling voice.

“So I’m lazy, hm?”, Iruka murmurs, then adds a third finger and before his lover can even feel the pain, pushes in deeper and-

“Yes!”, Kakashi shouts helplessly. “Yes, there, Iruka!” Oh god, oh god, there, right the-

“And what if I’m too lazy to give you what you want?” The Chuunin mercilessly pushes against his prostate once again, hard. “What if I’m too lazy to take care of you?”

“N-no…”, Kakashi whimpers desperately. “Please…” He can’t stand it anymore, can’t wait anymore, needs Iruka now.

“Shh…” His Chuunin laughs softly. “Don’t worry…” He leans forward, pushes his fingers deeper once again and licks over Kakashi’s sweet mark. “I could never resist you…” And then he leans back, gently pulls his fingers out and the Jounin feels knuckles brush over his buttocks.

“Iruka… hurry…”, he pleads softly and spreads his legs as wide as he can with his pants around his ankles, inviting and urging his lover to finally, finally claim him, take him.

“Yes, we don’t have much time, do we?” Iruka chuckles into his ear, then gently parts his buttocks with one of his hands. “Don’t want to get caught, hm?”

“N-no…” Not knowing at all and caring even less what his Chuunin is talking about, Kakashi grips the desk harder and presses his body back when he feels his lover’s hard arousal at his opening finally, then gasps when Iruka slips inside. “Ha! Iruka…” It hurts and stings and burns and feels so good, and he needs more, more, deeper and harder and-

“Mh… Kakashi…”, his Chuunin pants back. “S-so tight…” He wraps his arms around the Copy-nin’s waist, hands on his chest, and slowly pulls him up against his body, still pushing deeper and deeper. “Damn…”, he moans when he’s finally inside completely. “I almost forgot… how good this feels… You and your… stupid, perfect skills…”

“Never heard you… complain before…” Kakashi laughs breathlessly, his whole body aching and trembling in need and arousal. “Now move…”

“Just… a little-”

“Move.” Kakashi rolls his hips, unable to wait any longer, now that he finally has what he wants. “Iruka, now.” He moans when his lover’s member brushes over his prostate and the touch sends a deliciously throbbing ache into his erection.

Iruka doesn’t answer, just moves his right hand up until he can take the Jounin’s chin and tilt his head to the right, then bites his special mark and thrusts.

“Yesss!”, Kakashi hisses and forcefully pushes his hips back on his Chuunin’s next thrust. He strains his neck to turn his head around as much as possible and tries to kiss his lover.

“So… damn… good…”, Iruka pants, tilts his head and kisses him deeply before he leans forward more, pushing the Copy-nin’s body down, and sets a hard, fast pace for them, each thrust aimed perfectly, perfectly.

“Yes… Iru… ka… I- ah! You… ha…” Kakashi throws his head back and arches his body while he feels his lover hit his prostate again and again and again, sending him into reeling arousal. Feeling his muscles tremble and his skin prickle, he moves his right hand from the table to wrap it around his begging erection and-

“No”, Iruka hisses and swiftly bats the hand away with his right. “Mine”, he growls and grabs the Jounin’s member, squeezing hard.

“Iruka!” Kakashi loses his hold on the desk and thus hangs limply in his lover’s arms for a moment before he finds the strength to push himself up again. He moans deep in his throat when Iruka doesn’t stop stroking him, thrusting into him, hitting his prostate every time and sending him deeper and deeper into helplessly shuddering arousal.

“Damn… Kaka… shi…” Iruka bites his back, his shoulder blade, his neck, every bite a little sting, a little throb of pleasure. “Al… most…”

“Yes”, Kakashi whispers. “Yes… Iruka…” He uses the last of his strength to clench his muscles and grins when he hears his lover groan at that.

“You… little… minx…”, Iruka whispers breathlessly and quickens his pace, stroking and rubbing and thrusting faster and deeper and harder.

“Your… minx…”, Kakashi pants back, then yelps when his Chuunin squeezes him again.

“Indeed…” Iruka bites his sweet mark gently, then nibbles it until Kakashi’s arms once again shake uncontrollably and he almost collapses on the desk, only barely being held up by his lover’s arms and his own trembling ones.

“Aah… Iruka…”, he pants, feeling his stomach starting to tighten and his hands clenching to fists. “Iruka, I-”

“I love you”, his lover whispers suddenly, “Kakashi, I love you… so much… my beloved…”

Kakashi comes. His world explodes in blinding pleasure and suddenly there’s nothing, nothing except Iruka shouting his name, filling him with his warm semen and clutching him to his chest. And then he feels all strength leave his body and himself being laid down tenderly on the desk and Iruka lying down on him, both their panting breaths in sync and the only noise in the world.

“God…”, he hears his lover pant softly after a while, “god, Kakashi…”

“Mmmh…”, the Jounin just hums back contently. He can feel his mind still being in that nice, cozy place far, far away, that place where there are only him and Iruka and that he is sent to every time Iruka takes him, claims him, makes him his.

“I’m not sure I can stand on my own just now”, Iruka whispers breathlessly.

“I’ll hold you”, Kakashi whispers back. He would chuckle but hasn’t enough breath to do it.

For some moments, they just stay like that, Kakashi half lying on the mission desk and Iruka on him, still inside him, until – far too soon for the Jounin’s liking – Iruka straightens up slowly.

“Gnh”, Kakashi gasps softly when his lover slides out of him. Ouch…

“Hurts?”, Iruka whispers and soothingly strokes over his sweaty back.

“M-mh.” The Copy-nin shakes his head and straightens up slowly, wincing. Okay, maybe a little.

“Liar”, his lover accuses lovingly before he gently, carefully cleans his butt, groin and thighs with something Kakashi can’t see. Then his hand comes in sight, cleans the table from his semen with a handkerchief and disappears again. “Turn around to me, okay?”

Kakashi does as whished but winces again when he carelessly leans his butt against the desk. Alright, maybe it hurts more than just a little.

“Come here.” Iruka crouches down to pull up the Jounin’s boxers and pants before he stands up again, embraces him and then slowly turns them both around until he is leaning against the desk and Kakashi has his back towards the door and can lean against his lover’s chest.

“Mmmh…”, he sighs and wraps his arms around his Chuunin’s waist. “Nice, my angel.”

“Isn’t it?”, his lover laughs softly. “And I know something to make it even better.” He slides his hands into the back of Kakashi’s still open pants and cups both buttocks gently.

“Oh, a butt massage”, the Jounin jokes. “That’s indeed nice.”

“I have something even better”, Iruka whispers, then removes his hands and Kakashi feels him move them behind his back before they’re back on his skin again, tingling pleasantly now while they slip under the cloth of his boxers and onto his buttocks again.

“What’re you doing?”, he asks curiously. Whatever it is, it feels really good. Really, really good.

“Learned a new jutsu recently.” Iruka kisses him sweetly. “Should come in handy.” His hands slide over the Jounin’s skin, over both buttocks to the cleft between them. The tingling tickles on the skin and makes Kakashi squirm slightly in delicious pleasure. He just wants to ask what exactly his lover is doing with him when one of the hands slides deeper, towards his opening, and he feels two fingers caressing the tender skin there.

“Oh”, Kakashi breathes, almost moans. This feels good, so very, very good. The tingling is sending little, gentle waves of pleasure through him and now even eases the pain until it isn’t more than a faint, dull throb, almost nothing.

“Like that?”, Iruka whispers, smirking.

“Mmmh…”, Kakashi sighs, then frowns in slight disappointment when his lover removes his fingers and lets his hands rest on his buttocks again, without the tingling sensation. But the pain stays soothed. And this is so handy, really, although he wonders wh-

“Where did you learn that?”, he asks quickly, trying not to growl the question. But who the hell taught something like that to his Chuunin, huh? Who dared to-

“Shh, my love…” Iruka smiles softly and shakes his head. “You know I’m yours and yours only, don’t you?”

“I… yes…” Kakashi hides his face in his lover’s neck sheepishly. “‘m sorry”, he mumbles against the skin, then licks it lightly.

“Listen, love.” Iruka starts to massage his buttocks gently. “Anko taught me a jutsu against sore muscles after I helped her move and carried her furniture into the fourth floor a week ago. I just gave it a little thought and modified it slightly. Alright?”

“M-hm…” Kakashi lifts his head and kisses his Chuunin softly. “Okay. But only if you promise to only use it on me. And that very often.”

“Promise.” Iruka smirks. “I take it you’re pleased with it?”

“Very.” Kakashi kisses him again before he nuzzles his throat contently. “Show me later?”

“But sure.” His Chuunin grins at him while he rubs his buttocks a little harder but still gently. “I really wonder how many of your thousand jutsus are designed for sex…”

“Not that many. But I’ll show you every one of them”, Kakashi chuckles. “I think I could modify some more even and-”

The sound of the door opening makes him freeze instantly. What- Who-

Mission room. Shit!

“Hey, Iruka-sensei. As you see, I’m on time to-” A gasp.

Kakashi hides his maskless face deeper in his Chuunin’s neck, feeling himself blush from embarrassment and anger. No! No! Why does that bastard have to come on time just this one day?! God, Iruka will be completely smashed from embarrassment and probably refuse to ever again have sex anywhere else except their bedroom and-

“Genma-san”, he hears his lover say calmly. “Would you please turn around so we can get dressed?”

“I… you…”

“Genma-san… Turn around?”, Iruka repeats without taking his hands out of his lover’s pants, even without stopping his massage.

Kakashi frowns deeply. Either his lover has suddenly lost all inhibitions – which is so not possible – or the man currently talking isn’t his Chuunin at all – which isn’t possible either, now really. But still it has to be one of those because the only other possibility is…

Naa.

“Thanks a lot”, Iruka says when Kakashi hears shuffling from the door, then his Chuunin whispers softly, “You can dress now, Kashi”, before he gently zips and buttons up his lover’s pants, takes a step back and goes to retrieve both their clothes from the floor.

Kakashi stands there motionlessly, staring at his Chuunin’s calm, unhurried movements. But his lover wouldn’t…

“What’s wrong, Kashi?”, Iruka asks. “Hurry up and get dressed so we can go home.” The last word has an utterly promising and seductive undertone.

Dazedly, Kakashi takes his shirt and mask from his lover’s hands and slowly puts them on again, watching his Chuunin slip quickly into his torn shirt without any sign of a blush on his face. But he can’t… There is no way Iruka has-

‘He’s never come less than twenty minutes late yet.’

Kakashi blinks.

“You’re early, Genma-san”, Iruka says softly.

“You… you told me to come on time…”, Genma stammers.

“Every day for the last two years. That never made you”, the Chuunin points out while he opens a window.

‘He’s never come less than twenty minutes late yet.’

Kakashi blinks again. But Iruka hasn’t…

“You said you would shave me bald in my sleep if I ever came late again”, Genma says, but Kakashi only half registers hearing the words while he keeps his eyes fixated on his Chuunin.

“Oh.” Iruka smiles softly, dangerously. “I completely forgot about that.”

“You were quite insistent”, Genma tells him. “I really wonder how you could forg-” His eyes widen and he falls silent.

‘He’s never come less than twenty minutes late yet.’

Not: ‘He never comes less than twenty minutes late.’

Kakashi’s eyes widen just as the Special Jounin’s. Iruka has!

“We’re terribly sorry for the inconvenience, Genma-san”, the Chuunin assures just then. “If we had known that you would walk in on us, we would have never done anything. In here, I mean.” His voice is still perfectly calm in his lover’s ears, but his eyes hold a challenge, a dare, a threat.

“No, Iruka-sensei”, the Special Jounin forces out through gritted teeth. “I’m sorry for… for not…”

“For not being on time earlier?”, Iruka offers. “That’s no problem, Genma-san. I’m sure that you know now what time it is.”

“Yes.” Genma turns abruptly and sits down on the chair the farthest away from Kakashi and his Chuunin. “I know.”

“Perfect.” Iruka smiles brightly before he turns towards the Copy-nin. “What about we go home now, Kashi?”, he asks and hands him his vest, then takes his hand.

Kakashi only nods, then follows his Chuunin out of the room and through the hallway, his mind still both on reeling speed and completely stunned.

“Would you like to grab some takeout on our way home?”, he hears Iruka ask. “Or do you want me to cook some-”

Kakashi chooses that exact moment to get his bearings back together, slams his Chuunin’s back against the wall of the hallway, yanks down his mask and crushes their lips together in a deep, hard kiss. He feels Iruka wrap his arms around his neck instantly, then his lover’s legs around his waist.

“You…”, Kakashi pants after he’s reluctantly released his Chuunin’s lips, their bodies still deliciously close against each other, “you took… advantage of me…”

“I didn’t hear you… complain earlier…”, Iruka pants back, grinning, before he melts their lips together again and uses his hold on the Copy-nin’s waist to move his groin against the Jounin’s.

“You know I’m… not very aware of… my surroundings after… you take me…”, Kakashi accuses breathlessly, thrusting forwards forcefully with his hips.

“I know.” His lover smirks. “You can only be well-aware or well-fucked.”

“You…” Kakashi bites his jaw hard, making him gasp. “You knew I wouldn’t sense Genma and took advantage of that.” And the thought makes him harder and harder now.

“What if I did?” Iruka looks at him defiantly. “I told him that you’re mine again and again and again, and still he was looking at you too often. With that look in his eyes.” He leans his head forward, pulls down the Jounin’s vest over his left shoulder and bites the tender, sensitive skin of his mark hard through the shirt.

“And that gives you the right to love me up in front of him?”, Kakashi gasps when waves of pleasure wash through him at the bite. But yes, it does. It does so much. And he will let his lover do it again every day from now on if the Chuunin wishes, as long as he will always want to stake his claim on the Copy-nin.

“Not in front of him.” Iruka glares at him. “I will never let him see you the way you look then”, he growls, then bites him again. “Never.”

“So you had everything planned, even the time, even how we stood when he came in…” Kakashi grins and rocks his hips against his lover’s hard. “Such a devious little angel I have here.” And he is his, his devious little angel, only his.

“So you’re angry at me now?”, Iruka whispers and bites his lower lip playfully, then leans forward and kisses him slowly, sensually.

“Yes.” Kakashi returns the kiss hungrily, pressing his Chuunin even more against the wall. He really is a little angry – angry at himself for being played, angry at Iruka for playing him. And, god, he is pleased with all of that, with having a jealous, possessive, demonic angel all to himself, and he is hard, so hard that he wants nothing more than to take said angel right here and now, no matter who could walk in on them this time.

“Will you take revenge on me?”, Iruka asks and kisses him again, then he looks into the Copy-nin’s single visible eye, suddenly all big, round eyes, pouting lips and shy, bashful innocence, and whispers, “Please not, I promise I will do anything you want to make you forgive me. Even… even Twenty-Seven. Or Fifty-Three. Or…” A devilish smirk appears on his lips and threatens to ruin his act but he quickly catches himself and is back to ‘innocent, cute, very fuckable Chuunin’ in no time. “Or Fifty-One.”

Kakashi almost takes him right there and then. As it is, the only thing making him wait just a little longer and jutsu them home first is the knowledge that there are soft ropes and warming lube under their bed.

Oh yes, they will so do Fifty-One, and not only once.


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AN:
Sorry for the long wait, but I have much work to do at the moment. I still try to find time to write something and I’m working on some things right now, but I can’t even guess when I’ll manage to get something done.
Anyway, I hope this was worth the wait still. I have two more ‘sequels’ planned, but they’re nowhere near finished, sorry. I’ll do my very best.
Nayru