D/s Naruto

Additional warning: messy enema accident

Chapter 58 (Monday 18 June 2007, morning)

The morning light spilled into Iruka and Kakashi’s bedroom, and Iruka awoke to a sight he’d never awoken to before—Kakashi’s eyes staring right into his. Iruka blinked, swallowed, and colored, watching Kakashi’s eyes squeeze shut a bit as he smiled happily down at him. Iruka froze, holding his breath at the sight of a smiling Kakashi. It was like all the masks that the tall blonde wore in his life—the mask of submission, the mask of the judo master, the mask of the shy neighbor—had been removed. There was something in this smiling face that was so genuine, so relaxed, so real that Iruka felt himself start to tear up. He’d forced this Kakashi to hide, to look down, to cry—

“Don’t cry, baby,” said Kakashi, his voice still soft and husky. “Your tears hurt me like your whips and punishments never did. Be my Iruka, my prickly, sweet, sassy, bossy, know-it-all Iruka. You don’t have to be in leather and have me on a leash, baby, to control me. You have my heart in your hands.”

But at that Iruka started to sob, clinging to Kakashi, scaring him. He held the smaller man in his arms, acting strong, but was panicking inside.

“Kakashi, Kakashi, that was the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me. God, I love you, I love you, I wanted to die at the thought you didn’t love me anymore. I’m such a hypocrite, such a fool—“

Kakashi cut off Iruka with a kiss. He tried to show Iruka his love by letting his tongue slid in and out of his mouth, twist around his partner’s. But Iruka put a hand against his chest and shoved hard, “Go wash your mouth out and brush your teeth, boy,” he ordered in that schoolteacher voice of his.

Kakashi said, “Yes, Master, I’m sorry, Master,” before he could even consciously register the change in Iruka. But he got up, his eyes still locked on Iruka’s and did what he would have never done before. He stretched slowly, those blue eyes locked on Iruka’s, showing off all six-feet plus of his sculpted, built body. He put his two hands in the small of his back and arched, stretching his back, pushing out his pierced nipples. His hands reached up above his head, and he stretched out, showing off his arms' white, rounded perfection. He rocked one hip to one side, then the other, making that long, hard, pierced cock dance in front of Iruka. Then he winked, turned, and strode to the bathroom like the judoka he was.

Iruka was left gasping, feeling disoriented. He’d seen Kakashi do this to others at judo competitions. They’d be lulled by the lazy look of the blonde with his head buried in a porn novel, not even bothering to watch the other matches. Then suddenly that lazy, relaxed guy who looked like he’d never heard of the word exercise was gone, and they were pinned to the ground helpless. That tall, seductive god was his slave? It seemed ridiculous. But Kakashi hadn’t changed. When had Iruka stopped seeing him, really seeing all of him?

He sat up in bed pondering this for a long time. But before he worked himself into a state of irrational misery, he heard the shower start. The thought of watching this bold new Kakashi shower made Iruka leap up from the bed and race to the bathroom. But what was inside the bathroom stunned him. His cock hardened in a second. Kakashi had clipped a chain between his nipples and had it in his mouth, tugging on it. He was on his hands and knees, one hand behind him holding the enema nozzle up his ass, and his eyes closed, lost in pleasure. Iruka acted on instinct, stepping into the shower in front of him, jerking the chain from his mouth, forcing his cock between those lips. He forgot about Kakashi’s sore throat, forgot about not being a dom, forgot everything but burying his cock deep in his slutty boy’s throat, watching him fill his own ass with water, cleaning himself out, preparing himself for Iruka to fill that ass with his cum.

Oh, god, no one could give head like his slutty little boy, no one. Iruka thrust in again and again, watching Kakashi start to shake. When he hand made to pull out the nozzle, Iruka ordered, “No! Keep it in!”

Kakashi shook and pleaded with his body, but Iruka kept saying, “No!” as he thrust in hard and deep, fucking Kakashi’s face cruelly, pulling on the chain. Tears spilled out of Kakashi’s eyes, then at last he could obey no more and jerked the nozzle out, spraying the shower wall. And Iruka came, shooting cum deep in Kakashi’s throat as his poor boy lost control shamefully.

When he pulled out, Kakashi sobbed, mouthing up at him, “I’m sorry, Master, please, Master.” Even though no sound came out, Iruka understood the familiar words. And Kakashi gestured to his cock, still hard, dripping precum, bright red. He was wanting permission to cum. And Iruka did something he thought he’d never do. He knelt down in that dirty water and lowered his head to Kakashi’s stiff, red erection. He took it in his mouth, ring and all, reached around and grasped his boy’s butt cheeks and tugged, wordlessly granting permission. And his boy came, came hard, filling him so fast that Iruka pulled away, cum spurting out of his mouth. And Kakashi sprayed his face, his chest, as Iruka looked up at him, moving his head up to his boy’s face. Their eyes met, and Iruka shuddered a little and cried out at the beauty of the love and submission in that familiar face. Their lips met, and they clung to each other, much too happy for two grown men kneeling in shitty water. But for them, there was nowhere else they’d rather be. Their world was normal again, perfect again, master and slave. Already as they kissed, the desire was rising in them.

But then Iruka reached up and jerked Kakashi’s head back by the hair, then stood up. “You’re a bad, dirty, slutty slave, and you’ve made a mess. You’ll have to be punished, punished severely for this. What do you have to say for yourself, boy?”

And Kakashi tilted up his head, mouthing up at Iruka, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” And his blue eyes looked right up into Iruka’s brown ones, but instead of an act of defiance, his gaze showed his heart, his desires, his helpless need to submit, to do anything and everything for his lover.

And Iruka caressed his face, whispering, “I know, boy, I know.” And he did, he knew it the way he knew that Kakashi’s eyes that were looking up at him were blue—no doubts, no questions, no secret inner insecurities. And then, with joy in his heart, he said softly, lovingly, “Now, my slave, let’s start your punishment.”