Tuesday Night

 

"How cruel could a person be?" Iruka lamented over his bento lunch for his one hour of solitude during the day. 

      To claim he hadn't slept at all would make Iruka a liar. He was intoxicated enough to have fallen asleep the instant he walked through the door. He barely remembered to take something for pain that night and set out something for the morning. In any case as soon as the pounding dulled considerably Iruka had another Wednesday morning of distracted teaching—which ultimately led to a sudden pop quiz much to his students’ dismay.

“He even forgot his ‘Gochisousama’.” He  chuckled. “ Yes because that is the worst thing he did to me.” Iruka finished his meal and leaned back in his chair. An annoyed sigh surfaced as he looked erection that appeared because of his memory alone.

     That girl—she was cute. Just, amazingly beautiful. If Hatake Kakashi’s female variant looked that lovely, what does the real Hatake Kakashi look like? Maybe there was some genuine merit to the women being attracted to the man behind the mask. And Kakashi… He not only saw everything Iruka has to offer, but essentially sucked him dry.

“He… Kissed me.” Iruka let his eyelids droop, and licked his lips. Well, actually she kissed him but it was Kakashi all the same and it was a hell of a kiss. Insert a spike of passion as he remembered the fierce kiss. Kakashi had been in total control. That was the most action he has seen in quite some time.

“So, you are on lunch.” Iruka nearly tipped over in his chair, startled by the female voice that called out to him from the doorway of his class room.

“Hatake.” Iruka narrowed his eyes. There he—err – she was. Hatake Kakashi’s female variant. It seems as though Kakashi had just changed to female form as she was wearing Kakashi’s usual attire.

“You weren’t too hung over then?” She giggled cutely at him and gracefully crossed the room, in moments sitting on his desk in front of him.

“Of course I would be!” Iruka looked away, annoyance starting to bubble up inside of him.

“Mou! You don’t have to be mean!” She poked her lip out fiddling with her fingers.

“Enough! Stop this and change back to yourself already!” Iruka gritted his teeth. “Aren’t you ashamed walking around looking like that-Ah!”

“Aren’t you ashamed, getting hard at school?” Femme Kakashi had stretched out a leg nudging Iruka’s crotch with her foot. Iruka pushed his chair back and rolled just out of reach.

“Why have you come here?!”  Iruka tried to cover his bulge.

“To see you.” The girl had the predatory look again and smirked at the teacher. “And tell you that I should’ve made you take care of me before I left. I really do hate doing it myself.” The statement came with a lewd jerking motion.  “Hindsight… is annoying.”

“What?!” A nose bleed threatened to start.

“You were so delicious, and I…” The girl crawled forward and straddled Iruka in the chair. Iruka went completely rigid, feeling something press against his leg. This girl was a “hybrid” clone. Their erections pressed tightly against one another. “…really should’ve just fucked you in that alley.” Time stopped. Iruka’s breath stopped. The girl only smirked.

“I paid you back your debt… with interest since you-“ Iruka swallowed thickly his lips quivering as this bad feeling began to well up inside of him.

“It’s not enough.” Femme Kakashi’s face hardened. “Didn’t I tell you…?” She gritted her teeth. “I want to watch you fall apart in front of me.”

“…!” Iruka’s brow furrowed watching a new set of emotions boil in that girl’s eyes.

“You’re sewn so tightly I only got to loosen the seams.” Kakashi pressed their noses together. “I will watch you fall apart for me… U-mi-no.” A kiss was pressed to Iruka’s lips and then she whispered tenderly in his ear. “Miss me.” And Kakashi was gone.

O////O

                The following week ha d left Iruka on edge. With a threat like that Iruka was certain he would’ve heard from Kakashi the moment he was done with his work that day, but Kakashi never came. The next day the white haired Nin didn’t appear. The day after that he didn’t come, or the day after that; so every day for the past week Iruka had been on edge. Nervous he would come while the teacher had been on breaks, that he would just find the Copy-Nin in his apartment nude on his bed, or that the man would sneak up on him as he’s walking in the evening from dinner or shopping. Then Iruka would get annoyed because he had gotten himself all riled up and nervous over nothing.

                So when the second week started, Iruka was in a state of mild depression and he couldn’t stop the thoughts that were swaying in his mind. Kakashi probably always said things like that to whomever he could conquer. It only made sense that Kakashi would be into both genders, everyone liked him for some reason or other. Iruka was the one with more to lose. Openly being with men…came a new way of living….AW fuck he just needed to talk to someone.

“Iruka?” A voice called out to him. Iruka sighed, why did he come here? That’s right… he needed to talk. “I knew it was you!” A tall slender man walked away from the stoop of the butcher’s shop.

“Saburou.” Iruka sighed and smiled awkwardly and ‘Saburou’ slowed and suddenly was mistrusting of the smile. “How are you-” Iruka was met with a slap. He did deserve that, but ow! “Saburou…”

“You’re a terrible friend!” Saburou looked at Iruka, an angry glare and but teary eyes.

“I know.” Iruka sighed again and allowed a second slap to his other cheek. “The worst.”

“You completely stopped all communications!” Saburou whined, and people were starting to stare.

“Saburou, your eye liner is running.”

“Shit!” He rushed back inside. Iruka sighed and followed.  Iruka almost laughed at the red feminine shoes Saburou wore to work. But… Saburou had been like this for years.

“Nothing has changed.” Iruka smiled softly looking around the butcher shop, the décor practical for  what it was used for. There were dirty once white floors, a large meat case with exquisite cuts of meat, a huge freezer that stayed closed, and the smell of meat lingered in the air.

“Why did you come here today?” Saburou’s face was stony, eyeliner situation handled beautifully.

“I… I don’t know.” Iruka sighed.

“Well you look like a ball of shit.” Saburou pulled on his work gloves and set on his working on cuts of pork, his blade of choice clanging hard on the cutting board.

“Well…” Iruka chuckled slightly. “Not shit per se.”  Saburou laughed.

“Well it must be shit because you’ve come here; to the faggot’s butcher shop.” Saburou slammed his blade down his anger coming back.

“I know. I shouldn’t have said that.”  Iruka blew out.

“You shouldn’t have said a lot of things.” Saburou’s voice got deeper as he pointed the blade in Iruka’s direction. But tears welled up in the slender man’s eyes. “You not only hurt me, but Gure also.”

“I think Shigure hurt me too if I recall properly.” Iruka chuckled. “Left me a helluva scar.” Idly his fingers reached for the bridge of his nose.

“He would’ve killed you, but I told him you weren’t worth prison time for.” Saburou continued with his work, all niceties between the old friends faded with each heavy Thack! Thack! Thack! of Saburou’s knife.

“Do you think people will hire a bunch of faggots?!” That’s not how it should be!” “Just because it FEELS good, doesn’t … it doesn’t… it doesn’t make it right.” “You guys are embarrassing.”

“So stupid.” Iruka shook his head. “I’ll go.” He got up.

“…” Saburou watched the dolphin rise to leave.

“I… It was stupid of me to think it was okay to just come by.” Iruka handed Saburou a container scroll. “Tell Shigure I said hello.” He nodded.

-_-

 

“I’m so stupid…” Iruka let his demeanor falter just a bit as he trudged up the stairs to his apartment. He had disowned Shigure and Saburou as friends a long time ago. People had begun to talk once the two stopped trying to hide, well, them.  He begged them to change back, implored them to “be normal”… the group of friends abandoned one another and Iruka attached seriously to Mizuki, that fake friend.

                Iruka had been alone since then. So alone that it made it hard for him to make heads or tails of the situations Hatake put him. Not even a handful of encounters, socially or otherwise, and it annoyed him… excited him, it even made him feel. He began to believe, he began to doubt. It made Iruka take a good hard look at the choices he made and why.

“I’m a coward.” He concluded walking into his apartment then grabbed for his weapon to arm himself.

“Yes, you are.”

“Shigure…” Iruka looked at the man lounging on the tatami mat laid in his living room; reading his magazines.

“You have some shitty reading material.” Gure sat up. “But I guess shit likes shit.” Shigure was a Jounin who had young looks. Although they were all in the latter part of their twenties, Shigure looked as if he were just starting. Everything about Shigure looked like he was just a kid trying his best to look tough and adult-like. It’s almost comical how many people underestimate his abilities because of his looks… but the same underestimation goes for Saburou and for the same reasons.

“Okaeri!” Saburou beamed. “You ate, didn’t you?” The man skipped into the living room with tea. His butcher attire gone, replaced by slim pants and a fashionable shirt. Saburou’s long hair was now in a high ponytail and his makeup a little flashier, flirting with that fine line of masculinity and femininity.

“A little.” Iruka frowned at the two. “Why are you-?” Gure pointed at Saburou.

“We have to eat the chocolates you gave me! But after eating dinner!” Saburou served the tea, his face dropped to something a little more serious. “Besides… you came to me…” Gure sulked with those words.

“I…I’m sorry for dropping in on you like that.” Iruka looked down. “But, I’m… not ready to talk about it yet anyway.”

“Oh…” Saburou nodded more than a little disappointed. The air got heavy. “I’ll go check on the rice.” He rose and rushed to the kitchen.

“You’re still an asshole.” Gure muttered looking away.

“Wha-“ Iruka looked at the young looking male who was looking at Iruka intently, the atmosphere around him was the only thing giving way to how deep his anger to Iruka was.

“He missed you… Saburou.”  With that Shigure got up. “He forgave you that very day. Probably If I hadn’t been so angry… He would’ve run to you that night.”

“Shigure.”

“You know Saburou. He doesn’t care if anyone tries to attack him for the way he is. He is happiest like this and will fight for it… for us. Because he’s so ready to fight for us, I will fight too, but you really are a coward Iruka. You don’t put up a fight for anything. You want for nothing, you live for nothing. Rather than get involved in anything sticky you run from it. So what will you do when you actually get chased?”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” Iruka smile awkwardly. “I don’t run from anything. I’ve always been right here.” No… that’s not completely true and the awkwardness in the air spoke just that.

“Gure! You didn’t say anything mean did you?” Saburou frowned looking at the two males, his hands full of food.

“I didn’t say what I wanted to if that’s what you mean.”  More awkward silence.

“How did you two get in here anyway?” Iruka asked suddenly. The two lovers suddenly laughed at how absurdly late that question came.

^///^

“Thanks for coming.” Iruka waved to two off watching them walk away. It wasn’t a perfect dinner, but it was a good start for the friends. There was a lot to be made up for, it seems.

“We must do it again soon!” Saburou happily called back and Shigure flinched and made an annoyed groan.

“Good night.” Iruka chuckled waving.

“That doesn’t look like missing me.” Just like that… a cold wind blew though him

“Kakashi…” Iruka felt everything in him tighten up. He couldn’t bring himself to turn around to face the Copy-Nin.

“I’ve been meaning to say so for a while now, but I don’t think… I gave you the okay to call me by my first name.” Kakashi said smugly. This wasn’t the female variant.

“You…”

“You look like you were having fun… without me.” Kakashi’s vice teased.

“My life doesn’t stop for you!” Iruka bit the inside of his cheek.

“No?” pebbles crunched under Kakashi’s feet; he was moving. “Maybe I misjudged you.”

“No!” Iruka turned to yell at the Nin. “I have had enough of your-“ His breath hitched, his nose was tip to tip with Kakashi’s.  “What are you doing?” His eyes darted out to the side; a soft blush staining his face.

“What do you think I’m doing?” The thin material of Kakashi’s mask pressed against Iruka’s lips.  He could feel the soft warmth of Kakashi’s mouth on the other side.

“Stop.” Iruka pushed away. Kakashi grabbed his chin.

“I thought I made myself clear about what I want from you.” Kakashi almost hissed.

“You can’t just force yourself on other people!” Iruka could’ve kicked himself for sounding like a whiney female.

“Is that how you feel?”

“YES!” Iruka yelled then flushed at how loud his voice was.

“Haaaa? And I made the trouble of coming to see you before going home.”

“Before… going home?” He looked at Kakashi. Kakashi was looking up at the night sky. “You were on a mission.”

“This… time of year looks beautiful.” Kakashi said. Iruka sighed.

“Tea?”

“Something stronger.”

“Come on then.” Iruka blew out and led the Copy-Nin up the stairs to his apartment. Upon reaching the door Iruka’s hands shook a bit. Hatake Kakashi was coming into his apartment… and given the nature of their… relationship or whatever… Something serious was going to happen tonight. Iruka drew in a sharp breath, his heart beginning to race.

“So this is your apartment.” Kakashi teased. “Everything is in order.”

“Yes. In order.” Iruka dimly wondered if this was a bit much. Everything had its place nothing out of place, save the cups and plates used for his little dinner party.

“I only have hard liquor.” Iruka grabbed a couple of glasses.

“Hard is perfectly fine with me.” That steel rod reappeared in Iruka’s spine as Kakashi rested his chin on the dolphin’s shoulder.

“A…u…” Iruka’s ability to speak vanished the moment Kakashi’s hand grabbed a handful of Iruka.

“I actually prefer hard.” Kakashi fondled Iruka, trying to coax his cock to life.

“I…”

“Don’t disappoint me now.” Kakashi growled, his breath felt clearly on Iruka’s ear… the mask was lowered. Iruka looked up and could kick himself for the lack of reflective surfaces in his house.  “Iruka.”

“Uh—yes?”  Iruka felt a blush spread across his face feeling Kakashi’s fingers brushing against his lower belly, fiddling with the button fly.

“Can you really tell me that you haven’t thought about me in my absence?” Kakashi was pressed firmly against Iruka’s ass. Iruka was trapped against the table in front of him and hard-bodied Kakashi, who was slipping his hand into the front of Iruka’s pants. Iruka whimpered as Kakashi nipped his ear, his long fingers worked Iruka’s cock.

“Wait… Ah!” Iruka almost dropped the liquor and set is down with a clang and held on to the table feeling himself cave and his erection grow.

“Pushing your ass into my crotch? You’re looking to be fucked tonight?” Kakashi laughed softly

“Ah! N-no… ” Iruka groaned, his pants slipped from his hips and Kakashi’s hand rubbed faster.

“It’s sinful for a man to have an ass this nice.” A soft grunt followed. “Bend over more.” An order. Iruka hesitated. Kakashi’s hands slowed. Slow circles traced the sensitive head. Sparks shot through his body and melted the steel in Iruka’s spine. The order came again. “Bend over.”

                Iruka complied.

                Fingers gracefully wriggled to the cave. Iruka bit his lip at the new sensation. Iruka was dimly aware of the apology Kakashi gave... something about lacking proper tools. But it was all merging together. The feelings made his heart pound, his head swim, his cock throb dully. Kakashi shamelessly  breathed in Iruka’s ear.

                Dull pain, exciting pleasure. Iruka could only just hold on and feel as Kakashi teased him. Kakashi’s long fingers found that place inside of Iruka that made the every neuron in his brain light up in pleasure.  Iruka only moaned and rocked trying to meet the rhythm set by the Copy-Nin. He groaned when Kakashi did.

“”Look at the mess you’ve made.” Kakashi growled in Iruka’s ear. “Look at yourself!” Kakashi groaned biting into Iruka’s shoulder. Iruka gasped at the sharp pain and looked down.  Beads of white had dribbled from his engorged cock and landed on the table. Dribbled of cum slipped out of his cock. Iruka felt the question form and Kakashi answered it for him with firm stimulation on that place inside of Iruka. Heat rushed through and new beads formed.

“OH Kami…” Iruka shuddered, throbbing ready to orgasm from it all.

“Planning to make a bigger mess?” Kakashi hissed at the impatience of his own cock wanting attention.

“I can’t… I need to… Kaka-“ The name got swallowed up but a fierce kiss. Kakashi all but tore his fingers from Iruka’s ass and pulled his head back enough to meet lips. Kakashi rubbed Iruka’s thick cock with a purpose, to bring that orgasm out of him and a few firm stroked later it came—Iruka came.

With weakened knees the cum rushed out of his cock and onto the table, some hitting the liquor bottle forgotten on the table, come on the glass that Iruka had intended to pour… Kakashi groaned out thanks  for the hospitality, and replaced the mask. Iruka still didn’t see the face behind the mask, not clearly and before he could ask to do anything for the Copy-Nin Kakashi was saying goodbye with an erection so prominent that Iruka nearly choked on the words offering to ease it.

“Next time I say miss me… Miss me.” And he was gone.

 

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Mou! Sorry for the extra super long delay guys. Real world living sucks sometimes. >.> but as an apology I gave a little more story thus making this chapter longer than intended.  I deeply apologize! GOMEN NESAI!!