Gaffe

AN: Thanks for reading (and reviewing, of course).

Ryu Earth: He's really trying his best. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
reixgaara: That was romantic, wasn't it? I am quite busy now as Christmas is coming with essay deadlines and exams, but the real reason I'm not reading fanfiction is that I'm trying to avoid taking too much influence. So I read only pairings that I don't write, which mainly excludes you, Hon. But as soon as I get this story finished I'll catch up with reading.
mizukiruhoh: ^_^
Anise: I thought he'd been jerk enough, it was time for Kakashi to do something right.
Hup: Lol. Didn't mean it to sound the way it did. Thanks for noticing. I pondered whether to leave it and decided it spoiled the romantic atmosphere too much.
lividangel: Thanks. I put quite a lot of thought into it... I mean Kakashi did.

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Kakashi flopped on the bed and fluffed up a pillow behind his back. The clean, crispy sheets felt a bit rough on his bare upper body. A small white lamp on the bedside table lighted the room just enough for reading. Kakashi opened the green-covered pocket-sized book and flipped through the pages in search for his place. His thoughts, however, were far away from the Icha Icha Tactics's naughty world. Last Wednesday, after a movie in a theatre, the copy-nin had taken his chances and asked whether he'd get slapped if he tried to kiss his date. Iruka had chuckled and said no, his cheeks adorably blushing. Kakashi's heart still pounded like mad as he thought about those warm lips pressing oh so gently against his. It'd been a sweet moment, with Kakashi battling himself for not to grope the chuunin.

There was a quiet, hesitant knock on the door. Kakashi closed the book, put it on the table and rose up. He stood there for a second listening, not sure if he'd heard right. Nothing. Better to check it out anyway. With a soft sigh he pulled a pair of black slacks on and walked to the door. There were some kunai and shuriken hidden in his vest, hanging on the coat rack, as well as in other places around the hall. Keeping his distance from the door he slowly turned the lock, as he heard the bolt slide from its slot he gave the it a strong push opening it fast. The door hit the wall behind it and bounced back, but before it slid closed a figure, clad in tight leather pants and an unbuttoned shirt, stepped into the apartment.

Lowering his guard Kakashi left the shadow he was standing in against the wall. The man had the distinct smell of liquor lingering on him.

“Iruka? What are you doing here?” He sounded as surprised as he was.

The chuunin turned to face Kakashi. Without answering the question he launched himself on the jounin. His hot lips attacked Kakashi's lower neck, pushing him backwards the short distance to his bed. Kakashi's mind was only starting to comprehend what was happening, but his loins were already up for the action. The teacher's thigh rubbed against his swelling member, eliciting moany breaths from the jounin.

“Hey, Iruka.” Agile fingers toured on his chest and abdomen, pinching his nipples and gently scratching his sides. “Could you slow down for a minute?” Moist lips travelled south, nibbling and sucking. Leaving wet, reddish marks in their wake.

“Just wait a-” Thin digits snug below the waistbands and jerked the slacks and boxers down. “Ah, fuck!” Kakashi breathed. Soft warmth swallowed his erection all the way in, blowing his mind completely blank. Iruka was sucking him hard and deep, his hand tightly holding the base of Kakashi's shaft. His tongue was skilfully working miracles with each movement of his head. The chuunin was sucking him like there was no tomorrow. Pulling his balls, keeping his all too fast building orgasm from arriving.

“Iruka, s-stop.” Kakashi managed to plead. “I'm cumming!”

The teacher let Kakashi's length out and sat on his lap. He was quickly opening his leather pants. The rigid erection sprang out, staring at Kakashi, thick and proud. The jounin wasn't sure what Iruka wanted him to do. He watched enraptured as tanned fingers wound around his own, pale pink hardness and started stroking leisurely. Kakashi glanced up. Iruka's face was flushed, his eyes were misted by lust and something else. The jounin swallowed. His teased flesh was pounding under the teacher's touch, ready to spill his essence. Kakashi bit his lower lip to silence a moan desperately trying to escape his lips. He swallowed again before sitting up and touching Iruka's erection.

It felt firm and hot in his hand. The tip was gleaming wet from pre-cum, more coming out each time his hand came up along the length. Of course he knew how to do it, he had done it too many times to himself, but it felt weird. The rigid flesh was curved into wrong direction, and he couldn't feel his own touch. But he could feel his. And it was way better than he'd felt in a very long time.

The chuunin was moving his hips with Kakashi's strokes. He quickened his pace.

“Oh, yes! Just like that... ah!” Iruka's voice was horny.

Kakashi felt more confident. He used his free hand to pull the younger man closer to himself. His scent was mixed with peppermint, again, but Kakashi was too far aroused to care. He closed his lips around a hard, pearl-like nipple. It was small and tight against his tongue.

“Ah! Bite it.” Kakashi smirked to Iruka's commanding voice and complied. “Ah, that's it. Now, harder!” The jounin bit his teeth on the firm pebble and pulled it. The chuunin moved his hips faster, massaging Kakashi's shaft harder.

“I'm coming, I-ruka!” The pressure was almost unbearable on Kakashi's lower abdomen. His breathing grew erratic as the pleasure shot through his body, arching his back for the last tension before convulsing his upper body forwards. Iruka's hand slowed, milking the last drops of semen.

As his mental resources slowly came back to use, Kakashi noticed his well-learned, nearly automated movements had managed to bring the chuunin close to completion. He was rocking his hips and moaning softly, his fingers were smearing the white release on Kakashi's stomach. Spreading it all over the jounin's still hard shaft.

“Fuck me.” The brunette whispered. “Fuck me now.” His lips were almost touching Kakashi's ear. The jounin's slightly over sensitive erection gave a jolt, his mind was drawing a blank. “Don't worry, I'm ready. Please, just fuck me.” In his voice there was the same undertone, which had so many times failed to get it's warning message through to Kakashi. This time though, the jounin heard way too many warning bells ringing in his head to be ignored.

“Iruka, maybe we shouldn't” he was cut off.

“Yes, we should.” Iruka's hot breath tickled the copy-nin's ear. “Just fuck me.” His teeth pulled Kakashi's earlobe gently.

Something wet and hot landed on Kakashi's right shoulder. For a short moment he didn't even notice it, before it was followed by another. The two joined together and dribbled down the edge of the muscle to his chest. The chuunin was slightly trembling.

“Just fuck me, please.” Kakashi could feel himself go soft. His hand had stopped moving on Iruka's length.

“Iruka, hey.” He pushed the younger man gently back. “Look at me.” He didn't. Kakashi took softly Iruka's chin and turned his head. Though the chuunin refused to look up, it was obvious he was crying.

A sharp pain shot through the older man's heart. What ever the reason, this night had nothing to do with Kakashi. And I was such a fool to think this was about us. And what's worse, I was ready to go all the way with him. He grind his teeth, then sighed. Swiftly he flipped Iruka on the bed, pulled his boxers and slacks back on, and laid down next to the sobbing chuunin.

The smooth fabric cling to his groin and low abdomen, sticky with cum. It felt disturbing, but not as much as the fact he'd just taken advantage of the man he loved. He pulled Iruka close to him, his cheek against his bare chest.

“It's okay. You can tell me if you want.” And if this has anything to do with that Otake, I'm going to rip his throat and feed it to him.

The side of Iruka's mouth touched Kakashi's chest, almost undetectably it moved towards his left nipple. Moist tongue lapped over the sensitive skin. “Just do it with me,” he whispered.

“I don't think so.” Kakashi answered in the kindest but firmest voice he could and turned Iruka's head away from his hardening nipple.

“Why? I thought you were enjoying yourself.” The teacher sounded a bit hurt.

“Yeah, I was, but I'd want you to be enjoying it as well... not crying.” He petted Iruka's head, smoothing his tangled hair.

“I would enjoy,” it was almost inaudible.

Kakashi turned on the shower and stepped under the steaming spray of water. I can't believe I was so stupid. He felt dirty, disgusted and, at the same time, angry as hell. For the fleeting moment he'd wanted to believe Iruka really wanted him. Yeah, right. The same furious and hurt teacher, who had pushed him away so determinedly only a month ago, was now begging him to enter him, not likely. Kakashi hadn't got the gentleman of the year -award from his former girlfriends, he was far from getting even nominated, but he'd never been a pig either. Honestly, this was the first time he had used someone.

Kakashi's only defence was it'd felt so wonderful, so indescribably marvellous to be wanted by Iruka, he'd happily abandoned all his reason and let it happen. He'd chosen not to see the pain the teacher was in until it was almost too late. 'Fuck me.' The sweet sound of Iruka's voice rang in his ears. Oh, how much he'd love to hear those words again... Kakashi closed his eyes and ground his teeth. Damn it! White tile shattered from the impact. Blood trickled from Kakashi's knuckles, dripping along the largest cracks, colouring it like a red spider web.

Kakashi's neck was permanently cramping and his sides were sore from sleeping in a bad position, holding Iruka in his arms. The chuunin had slept restlessly, waking every now and then, crying. Kakashi poured water into a tea pot, his own instant coffee steaming in a cup already. Iruka appeared in the doorway. His shirt was buttoned all the way up, his hair was pulled up on a tight ponytail, and his eyes were reddish from last nights drinking and crying.

“The tea should be ready in a minute.” Kakashi opened the refrigerator, “I have some sushi here... and a sandwich, which might not be edible.”

“Let's stop this, OK?” Iruka was looking away.

“Stop what?” Kakashi closed the door clenching the handle, knuckles still swollen and hurting.

“Well, it has been fun, but let's face it, it'd never work.” Iruka's voice was distant.

“What are you saying all of a sudden? Why wouldn't it work?” Blood was rushing through Kakashi's veins.

“You saw me last night. That's how I am sometimes.” Kakashi didn't answer. He didn't know what to say. “You wouldn't be able to handle it.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” The jounin managed. He was getting irritated.

“Sometimes I just need it. Raw and hard.” The chuunin levelled his eyes with Kakashi's dark one.

“That's not a problem.” Kakashi smirked to Iruka's blunt statement. “I can do it that way, if you want me to. I assure you.”

“You couldn't last night.” He turned his eyes away, again.

“Iruka. If you want to get rid of me, just say it. Otherwise, cut the crap.” The jounin shook his head lightly. “Did you really think I wouldn't notice something was wrong with you?” Iruka didn't answer. “I'm sorry, but I don't want to be a back-up plan for you or some fucked up way to console yourself. I want you. All of you. And when I'm with you I want you to be with me. For me.”

“This has gone too far.” Iruka turned to leave.

“Be honest, do you want me to leave you alone? Do you want me to stay away from you?” It was a bold, straight question. Kakashi's heart hammered in his chest, he was fearing the worst.

A moment of silence passed, hanging ominously, pressuring around Kakashi. “I don't know.” Iruka said quietly. “I have to go.” He walked out of Kakashi's single room apartment. The door slammed shut echoing in the copy-nin's ears.

“Well, at least he didn't say yes.” Kakashi emptied the tea pot into the sewer.

It was weird how plenty of time the copy-nin had these days. Sasuke'd left the village, Naruto was training with Jiraya and Sakura was the Godaime's apprentice. Naturally, he had more missions than back when he was the leader of the team 7, but between them he didn't have much to do. Today, he had wandered across the village, visited the memorial stone and ended up here, near the great gates. Leaning on a tall tree he took the Icha Icha Tactics from a vest pocket.

“Yeah, that's weird. I'd never have believed it.” It was Izumo's voice coming from the main gate.

“I know.” Kakashi identified the second man as Raidou. “Aoba talked about it, though.”

Okay, this sounds interesting.

“Really?” It was Kotetsu's turn.

“Yeah. He was completely convinced.” Raidou continued.

“Still, wouldn't have believed of Otake.” Kakashi could almost see Kotetsu shaking his head.

It was the magic word. Otake? The green covered book vanished into a pocket of his green vest. The copy-nin was all ears.

“Do you know who he was with?” Kotetsu asked.

It was like he'd been dropped into a polar bear's pool. Iruka! I really want to hear this. Stealthily the sharingan user stepped from the cover of trees and to the street. In no time he was standing next to Raidou who was leaning on the patrolmen's desk.

“Yo.” Kakashi interrupted.

“Kakashi.” Izumo nodded.

“No. I've only heard it was a chuunin.” Raidou answered Kotetsu. “Actually Kakashi, didn't you ask about him a while ago?”

“Ask about who?” Kakashi acted like he hadn't heard anything.

“Otake Keitaro.” Raidou held a small pause. “I heard his wife walked in on him and a guy.”

“Are you serious? What happened?” This time Kakashi didn't have to pretend surprised. So he was with Otake last evening.

“Don't really know. Otake's wife was so ashamed she didn't say much to anyone. I heard she went to stay with her mother, for now. Otake's not speaking either, but their neighbour said the guy was a chuunin. And a cute one for that matter.”

Oh, my. No wonder Iruka was so upset. He felt sorry for Iruka. Still, the chuunin had come to his place straight from Otake's. He had slept with Otake just before he'd come to see him.

“Are they going to divorce?” Izumo wondered.

“Couldn't really say.” Raidou straightened and looked at his watch. “I really have to go now. Godaime summoned me fifteen minutes ago. Hope she's not too pissed.” And with that he vanished leaving a swirl of smoke behind.

He slept with Otake... then he... wanted sex with me. Kakashi bit his lip. He didn't want sex with me. It probably was just a reaction or something. Kakashi couldn't think straight. It stung, horribly. Had all his efforts been for nothing?

“Eh, Kakashi? Are you alright?” Kotetsu asked.

Kakashi smiled arcing his visible eye and scratched the back of his head. “Yeah. I think I should go too. I was just passing through anyway.” He nodded to the gate patrols, walked past the huge pair of wooden doors and waved his hand.

Could they really divorce? Then it'd mean that Otake's serious with Iruka. Kakashi kicked a stone. Sure, he was jealous and offended, but was he ready to let go of Iruka? Should I intervene? I could persuade her to take him back... maybe. White clouds sailed across the blue sky with a mild wind. The copy-nin sighed. No. He'd come this far. I could always offer myself to comfort him. It must be an awkward situation... especially if people knew it was Iruka.