The Trick Is Not Minding
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Adult ++
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Chapter Thirty-Five
A/N This is the end of the story folks. There will be a one chapter epilogue up sometime tomorrow hopefully. I want to thank all my readers and reviewers, your comments helped immensely. I can't believe I've gotten over 9000 hits (not to mention writing well over 50,000 words in less than a month). Thank you so much for your encouragement.
Chapter Thirty-Five
The party continued late into the night. When the newlyweds finally emerged from their secluded corner they were surprised at how many people were still there. “Hey ‘ruka,” a drunken voice slurred, “where’re ya goin’ on yer honeymoon?”
The pair turned to see a very drunken Genma leaning heavily on Raidou. “We’re staying right here . . . we both have work on Monday.”
“Here here?” the drunken man queried.
“Yes, why?” Kakashi warily asked, wondering if he made a mistake not carrying his usual complement of weapons.
The tokubetsu jounin just smirked before climbing on a bench and yelling, “Everybody out so these guys can start their honeymoon already . . . they’ve only got til Monday after all.” he finished with a snicker before losing his balance and toppling off his perch, landing on Raidou and trapping the other jounin under him.
Iruka blushed nearly purple, rushing over to hiss at the meddling man “It’s none of their business . . . or yours either, for that matter. Will you ever grow up?”
Tsunade wandered over arm in arm with Jiraiya. “What did he mean, brat?” she asked, “You aren’t serious about coming to work on Monday are you?”
“Of course.” the copy-nin replied solemnly, “Iruka has class, after all. Besides, we don’t need to go away . . . we have everything we’ll ever need right here.” he finished with a fond look at his husband, hands on hips and eyes flashing as he chastised Genma.
“That may be true . . . but you will not be coming to work on Monday, and tell Iruka there will be a substitute sent to his class. I order you two to take the week off.” she ended with a smile.
Jiraiya drew the copy-nin aside. “Kakashi,” he began seriously, “I just wanted to say that even though they’re not here, I know Sakumo and Minato would both be very proud of you right now. Iruka-sensei is a lucky man, there aren’t many who could live the life you have and still be willing to take a chance like this.”
“Actually, I’m the one that’s lucky Jiji.” the copy-nin replied, voice solemn, “Before Iruka I wasn’t living at all.”
Just then the teacher turned to his new husband, and the sannin watched as the pair gravitated towards each other, Kakashi wrapping his arms around the teacher and dipping his head to whisper something, making a broad smile light on Iruka’s face.
“Hokage-sama, it’s too much, I really don’t need the time off.” he protested, “Substitutes never cover as much material and we’re getting close to graduation.”
Tsunade merely raised her hand, “Enough, already Iruka. You deserve some time to celebrate. Besides, you won’t be going back to the Academy next year, it’s time they learned to get along without you.”
“I guess you’re right.” he replied with a sigh, “I’m still getting used to the idea, I always thought I’d stay at the Academy until I retired.” Then he looked up at his new husband with a smile, “But . . . I guess since the Rokudaime needs me . . .”
“Always ‘ruka.” the copy-nin said with a smile “I’ll always need you.”
“Besides,” the chuunin continued with a chuckle, “Who else could decipher your paperwork?”
Kakashi sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and chuckled “Just one more reason why I love you ‘ruka.” Then he yanked down his mask and pulled the startled teacher into a passionate kiss, the world around them forgotten.
When they finally broke apart the pair were shocked to find themselves still under the scrutiny of the legendary sannin. Iruka blushed crimson from embarrassment, especially when he heard Bull excitedly bending Jiraiya’s ear. “Bull,” the copy-nin said gently, “what did I tell you about puppies?”
The Toad Sage tried hard to suppress his laughter at the disappointment on the hound’s face. Puppies, he thought, well . . . their life will certainly be interesting.
“Time to take this inside” Kakashi muttered, scooping his husband up and heading into the house without a backward glance.
“‘kashi, what will people think?” the teacher yelped, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.
“They’ll think I can’t wait another moment to ravish you,” the copy-nin replied seriously, “and they’ll be right.” With that he continued into their bedroom, locking the door behind them and lying the chuunin gently on the bed, pale hands already unwrapping the formal kimono and delving inside to stroke tempting bronze flesh.
Stopping to admire the vision of masculine beauty before him the jounin muttered “Forever starts now.” before pressing his body to the teacher’s, reveling in the slide of skin against skin as he took his husband’s mouth in a deep kiss.
He broke away to slide further down, nipping and sucking dusky nipples before sliding further to dart his tongue into a tempting naval. He trailed kisses across the taut abdomen, stopping just inside the hipbone to trace the . . .tattoo, the jounin thought, when did ‘ruka get a tattoo? He pulled back to get a good look, letting out a gasp, shakily tracing his fingers over the kanji of his name. “‘ruka . . .” he began tentatively, not sure how to ask, “When . . .” was all he managed before stuttering to a halt yet again.
“Yesterday,” the chuunin huskily replied “I wanted to surprise you.” he stopped, surprised at the look of confusion on the copy-nin’s face, “I got it to commemorate our marriage. I’m proud to be your husband . . . I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but I was afraid I’d change my mind . . . I finally have something I’ll never change my mind about, how much I love you.” he finished, leaning up to lay a soft kiss on the jounin’s cheek.
“Now,” Iruka continued cheekily, “I believe someone promised to ravish me . . . better get started or I’ll do you first.”
Before the words were even out of his mouth his cock was swallowed to the root and a slick finger was sliding inside to tease his prostate. The jounin pulled away to murmur, “Oh, I’m going to ravish you all right, you’re going to need that week off to recover.” before returning to his ministrations, adding a second finger as his hot mouth devoured the chuunin’s straining need.
Then he was pulling his fingers away, leaving the teacher pleading for more. He lifted strong legs onto his shoulders and slid inside, both men moaning at the sensation. The copy-nin immediately began to move. He was bewitched by the emotions on the chuunin’s face and the sounds flowing from his lips. “Ahhhh” he’d groan as he was filled, tossing his head to the side, “Mmmm” he’d hum as the hard length retreated. But his favorite by far was the throaty call of his name when the teacher’s prostate was struck.
So enraptured was the copy-nin, that he didn’t realize how close he was until Iruka came with a shriek of his name, clamping down around him fiercely, sending him rocketing over the edge, spraying his seed deep inside his husband with a primal roar.
He was shocked when he was suddenly flipped onto his back, the teacher leaning over him with a feral smirk. “My turn.” he husked before showering the jounin with tender kisses before delving deep into his willing mouth, reveling in the sweetness he found there. He spun on the rapidly hardening length impaling him, leaving the copy-nin with a mouth watering view of a strong back and pert buttocks. Kakashi shivered as a slick finger traced his entrance before delving inside, the dual sensation of filling and being filled causing him to harden impossibly further, rocking his hips up into the velvety clutch then back onto the digits preparing him.
When he deemed his husband ready Iruka lifted himself off the copy-nin and knelt, pulling the jounin into his lap and wrapping long legs around his waist. He slowly slid into Kakashi’s tight heat, beginning a languid pace, clutching the pale form tight as he devoured his mouth.
The copy-nin was overcome. The hard length brushing his prostate on every stroke coupled with the maddening sensation of his dripping length sliding against taut sweat slicked abs was suddenly too much, he came with a wail, thrashing his head from side to side as he sprayed hot come between them. Iruka thrust once more and climaxed with a shout of his husband’s name, lost in the amazing sight of the jounin at the peak of ecstacy.
They collapsed to the bed in a tangle of limbs, automatically realigning themselves to cuddle close, reveling in slow tender kisses and lazy strokes as they both slipped into a sated sleep. One last thought blazed through Kakashi’s mind just before sleep claimed him, forever, he thought with a smile, that might just be long enough.
Chapter Thirty-Five
The party continued late into the night. When the newlyweds finally emerged from their secluded corner they were surprised at how many people were still there. “Hey ‘ruka,” a drunken voice slurred, “where’re ya goin’ on yer honeymoon?”
The pair turned to see a very drunken Genma leaning heavily on Raidou. “We’re staying right here . . . we both have work on Monday.”
“Here here?” the drunken man queried.
“Yes, why?” Kakashi warily asked, wondering if he made a mistake not carrying his usual complement of weapons.
The tokubetsu jounin just smirked before climbing on a bench and yelling, “Everybody out so these guys can start their honeymoon already . . . they’ve only got til Monday after all.” he finished with a snicker before losing his balance and toppling off his perch, landing on Raidou and trapping the other jounin under him.
Iruka blushed nearly purple, rushing over to hiss at the meddling man “It’s none of their business . . . or yours either, for that matter. Will you ever grow up?”
Tsunade wandered over arm in arm with Jiraiya. “What did he mean, brat?” she asked, “You aren’t serious about coming to work on Monday are you?”
“Of course.” the copy-nin replied solemnly, “Iruka has class, after all. Besides, we don’t need to go away . . . we have everything we’ll ever need right here.” he finished with a fond look at his husband, hands on hips and eyes flashing as he chastised Genma.
“That may be true . . . but you will not be coming to work on Monday, and tell Iruka there will be a substitute sent to his class. I order you two to take the week off.” she ended with a smile.
Jiraiya drew the copy-nin aside. “Kakashi,” he began seriously, “I just wanted to say that even though they’re not here, I know Sakumo and Minato would both be very proud of you right now. Iruka-sensei is a lucky man, there aren’t many who could live the life you have and still be willing to take a chance like this.”
“Actually, I’m the one that’s lucky Jiji.” the copy-nin replied, voice solemn, “Before Iruka I wasn’t living at all.”
Just then the teacher turned to his new husband, and the sannin watched as the pair gravitated towards each other, Kakashi wrapping his arms around the teacher and dipping his head to whisper something, making a broad smile light on Iruka’s face.
“Hokage-sama, it’s too much, I really don’t need the time off.” he protested, “Substitutes never cover as much material and we’re getting close to graduation.”
Tsunade merely raised her hand, “Enough, already Iruka. You deserve some time to celebrate. Besides, you won’t be going back to the Academy next year, it’s time they learned to get along without you.”
“I guess you’re right.” he replied with a sigh, “I’m still getting used to the idea, I always thought I’d stay at the Academy until I retired.” Then he looked up at his new husband with a smile, “But . . . I guess since the Rokudaime needs me . . .”
“Always ‘ruka.” the copy-nin said with a smile “I’ll always need you.”
“Besides,” the chuunin continued with a chuckle, “Who else could decipher your paperwork?”
Kakashi sheepishly rubbed the back of his head and chuckled “Just one more reason why I love you ‘ruka.” Then he yanked down his mask and pulled the startled teacher into a passionate kiss, the world around them forgotten.
When they finally broke apart the pair were shocked to find themselves still under the scrutiny of the legendary sannin. Iruka blushed crimson from embarrassment, especially when he heard Bull excitedly bending Jiraiya’s ear. “Bull,” the copy-nin said gently, “what did I tell you about puppies?”
The Toad Sage tried hard to suppress his laughter at the disappointment on the hound’s face. Puppies, he thought, well . . . their life will certainly be interesting.
“Time to take this inside” Kakashi muttered, scooping his husband up and heading into the house without a backward glance.
“‘kashi, what will people think?” the teacher yelped, trying to wriggle out of his grasp.
“They’ll think I can’t wait another moment to ravish you,” the copy-nin replied seriously, “and they’ll be right.” With that he continued into their bedroom, locking the door behind them and lying the chuunin gently on the bed, pale hands already unwrapping the formal kimono and delving inside to stroke tempting bronze flesh.
Stopping to admire the vision of masculine beauty before him the jounin muttered “Forever starts now.” before pressing his body to the teacher’s, reveling in the slide of skin against skin as he took his husband’s mouth in a deep kiss.
He broke away to slide further down, nipping and sucking dusky nipples before sliding further to dart his tongue into a tempting naval. He trailed kisses across the taut abdomen, stopping just inside the hipbone to trace the . . .tattoo, the jounin thought, when did ‘ruka get a tattoo? He pulled back to get a good look, letting out a gasp, shakily tracing his fingers over the kanji of his name. “‘ruka . . .” he began tentatively, not sure how to ask, “When . . .” was all he managed before stuttering to a halt yet again.
“Yesterday,” the chuunin huskily replied “I wanted to surprise you.” he stopped, surprised at the look of confusion on the copy-nin’s face, “I got it to commemorate our marriage. I’m proud to be your husband . . . I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but I was afraid I’d change my mind . . . I finally have something I’ll never change my mind about, how much I love you.” he finished, leaning up to lay a soft kiss on the jounin’s cheek.
“Now,” Iruka continued cheekily, “I believe someone promised to ravish me . . . better get started or I’ll do you first.”
Before the words were even out of his mouth his cock was swallowed to the root and a slick finger was sliding inside to tease his prostate. The jounin pulled away to murmur, “Oh, I’m going to ravish you all right, you’re going to need that week off to recover.” before returning to his ministrations, adding a second finger as his hot mouth devoured the chuunin’s straining need.
Then he was pulling his fingers away, leaving the teacher pleading for more. He lifted strong legs onto his shoulders and slid inside, both men moaning at the sensation. The copy-nin immediately began to move. He was bewitched by the emotions on the chuunin’s face and the sounds flowing from his lips. “Ahhhh” he’d groan as he was filled, tossing his head to the side, “Mmmm” he’d hum as the hard length retreated. But his favorite by far was the throaty call of his name when the teacher’s prostate was struck.
So enraptured was the copy-nin, that he didn’t realize how close he was until Iruka came with a shriek of his name, clamping down around him fiercely, sending him rocketing over the edge, spraying his seed deep inside his husband with a primal roar.
He was shocked when he was suddenly flipped onto his back, the teacher leaning over him with a feral smirk. “My turn.” he husked before showering the jounin with tender kisses before delving deep into his willing mouth, reveling in the sweetness he found there. He spun on the rapidly hardening length impaling him, leaving the copy-nin with a mouth watering view of a strong back and pert buttocks. Kakashi shivered as a slick finger traced his entrance before delving inside, the dual sensation of filling and being filled causing him to harden impossibly further, rocking his hips up into the velvety clutch then back onto the digits preparing him.
When he deemed his husband ready Iruka lifted himself off the copy-nin and knelt, pulling the jounin into his lap and wrapping long legs around his waist. He slowly slid into Kakashi’s tight heat, beginning a languid pace, clutching the pale form tight as he devoured his mouth.
The copy-nin was overcome. The hard length brushing his prostate on every stroke coupled with the maddening sensation of his dripping length sliding against taut sweat slicked abs was suddenly too much, he came with a wail, thrashing his head from side to side as he sprayed hot come between them. Iruka thrust once more and climaxed with a shout of his husband’s name, lost in the amazing sight of the jounin at the peak of ecstacy.
They collapsed to the bed in a tangle of limbs, automatically realigning themselves to cuddle close, reveling in slow tender kisses and lazy strokes as they both slipped into a sated sleep. One last thought blazed through Kakashi’s mind just before sleep claimed him, forever, he thought with a smile, that might just be long enough.