Broken

------ Ch. 5 ------

Pale hands worked a thin strip of black fabric in intricate patterns over much darker skin. "I can teach you these knots, and while they are effective in that you'd have to work to get rope burn, they're not all that effective if a person wants to get away." He tied off the ends, showing the chunin how the tail of it was in easy reach of his finger tips.

"But..." Iruka started to protest, probably to say he liked the rope burns.

"Do you trust me?" His mismatched eyes met Iruka's brown ones, and the chunin nodded. "Then remember what I said. While this will be frustrating for you, at first, eventually your body will learn to enjoy it even more than the pain. We just have to remind it how."

"But, I thought you said..."

"I did. And, I'm not going to try to convince you that your kinks are something to avoid." He brushed the stray hair out of Iruka's eyes for the third or fourth time. The damn thing kept slipping free of the hair tie and Kakashi was just about ready to clip the damn thing back with a barrett, only he didn't know where any were. "I'm just teaching you how to enjoy them without hurting yourself anymore."

Iruka frowned, obviously either worried or doubtful.

"I need you to tell me when something hurts. No matter how much you want me to continue doing it." Honestly, with his sharingan, he'd be able to guess at the things that were causing physical discomfort. It was the emotional aspect he was worried about.

"I told you I would."

Kakashi sat up, shifting his weight to kneel beside the Iruka on the bed. "If you want to stop, just use the safety word. Hell, even if you just ask me to stop, I will. If you're at all unsure about something..."

"I know. Kakashi, I'm not going to forget. So, you can stop reminding me every five minutes." Iruka shook his head slightly. "I'm telling you this isn't going to work. It takes more than a massage to..." Kakashi knew with out being able to see Iruka's face that he was blushing. "I mean you've given me massages before, and I've never..." The silver-haired nin watched as the chunin's ears turned a light pink.

"Really?" He asked before quickly dragging the tip of his finger down Iruka's spine.

"Ye-HEY!" Iruka shrieked, pulling himself onto his knees before the finger could get beyond the small of his back. "What the fuck did you just do?" He was panting slightly as he glared at Kakashi over his shoulder.

"The copy-nin smirked. "Just proving my point."

"That still doesn't tell me what you just did."

"Well, various parts of a person's body react rather strongly to chakra stimulation." He started to explain.

"You mean like a Hyuuga?" Iruka asked, interrupting.

Kakashi cleared his throat. "And, while I can use that as a way to make a person relax, as I have been doing for the last week, I can also use it to elicit other responses."

The chunin gaped at him. "Tell me you didn't learn that from a Hyuuga."

"I could tell you that, but I'm trying not to lie to you. You wouldn't want me to start now, would you?" Kakashi laughed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "If I was to be completely honest, though, I should really tell you who taught me that."

"Gyah! No! Don't you dare! I don't want to know!" The darker-skinned man said, shaking his head, and then hopelessly tried to bury his head between his forarms.

So, of course, Kakashi couldn't resist leaning foward to whisper in the chunin's ear. "Hiashi really isn't one to piss off. He is more twisted in his revenge than Anko."

"I said I didn't want to know, you bastard!" Iruka kept his head buried. "Gah! Now I have that burned in my brain!"

Laughing, the silver-haired devil leaned back. "I could go into detail, if you like."

"Don't you dare!" The chunin hissed. "I mean it. I will get my revenge, if you do. Ask Anko about the week she had pink hair."

Kakashi held his hands up in defeat and laughed. "Alright, I won't. Now, be good and lay back down." Iruka slipped back onto his stomach, tension obvious in the bunched muscles of his back. "No need to worry, sensei. I don't bite... hard."

Blushing lightly, Iruka rolled his eyes. "Why did I let you talk me into this, again?"

"You couldn't resist my charms?"

"Hmph, I assure you that's /not/ the reason." The brown ponytail bobbed as he shook his head, sighing.

"Fine, be that way," he laughed. "But, I am charming." Slowly, he let his hands brush across the tan skin. And, although his touch was feather light, he let his chakra sink a lot deeper, brushing points he had already learned would turn the other man into a puddle.

He watched as Iruka's eyes slid closed, then he fed the barest amount of chakra into a point on the chunin's tan neck. The response was immediate, if extremely quiet. If he hadn't been listening, he would never have heard the chunin gasp. Slowly, he repeated the motion, letting his chakra dance down Iruka's skin as he moved his hands over the man's scarred back.

Iruka wasn't the only one affected by the massage, although, Kakashi didn't even have an excuse. The gi would only hide the fact, if Iruka didn't actually look, or if he kept himself positioned just right. He focused long enough to push the desire away.

This wasn't about him, and he wouldn't let it be. Iruka needed to be relaxed, and he didn't need Kakashi pushing his own needs onto him. Honestly, he thought, that, that had been ninety percent of Naruto's problem, and probably a good chunk of Ibiki's as well. Not to say they weren't entitled to want it, but they both knew Iruka was far too kind to push them away.

Naruto's mistake was the most obvious of the two. He'd pushed his own feelings and desires onto the man without considering how Iruka actually felt. It was a teenager's mistake, from a teenager.

However, Ibiki had done something just as bad. Despite Kakashi's opinion that he probably deserved a second chance, he had still made the mistake, and it had proven to be a grave error of judgement. He hadn't put what was best for his lover first, because he was too afraid of losing him. If he had gotten the chunin help as soon as he noticed the... tendancies, Iruka might have forgiven him in the end. Hell, if he just hadn't let Naruto, of all people, find out... Anyone would have been better than the boy Iruka saw as a son. He supposed that it helped that he had nothing to lose, Iruka wasn't his... anything.

Kakashi slid his hands over the lighter skins of Iruka's ass, keeping the touches light and brief before moving onto the man's muscular legs. He felt Iruka shiver slightly and kneaded the muscles a little rougher while still keeping it light for a massage. Iruka relaxed again, and a light moan slipped from between his lips at the image. He bit down on it immediately, and hoped the chunin hadn't heard.

He pulled on Iruka's hip, motioning for him to turn over. The chunin rolled over but kept his face turned and his eyes averted. Kakashi noted the already straining erection and the deep blush covering the scarred cheeks. The jounin said nothing, simply lowered his face and began kissing his way along the inside of Iruka's calf.

It wasn't until he nipped lightly at the inside of Iruka's thigh that the chunin half jumped out of his skin, crying and begging incoherently. The sudden motion, caught even the jounin offguard, and he bit his lip when Iruka's leg slammed into his jaw as the man tried to get away from him. He ignored the bleeding lip and pulled the chunin into his arms, quickly yanking the thread of the bindings on the chunin's hands.

Tears streamed down Iruka's face as he buried it into the crook of Kakashi neck and he slid his arms around the man's pale chest. Kakashi rubbed slow circles into the small of the chunin's back, touching a few key points with his chakra. Slwoly, Iruka relaxed. The tears, however, didn't stop even as a small amount of cum leaked from his now flacid member.

"Shh... Iru-koi. It'll be okay, I promise," Kakashi soothed as he pulled the hair tie out and ran his fingers through the loose brown hair. "Shhh..." The man in his arms continued to sob, his shoulders shaking as tears flooded down his cheeks and onto the jounin's chest.

Kakashi wrapped the blanket around Iruka and picked him up, still whispering nonsensical words in the man's ear. When he stepped outside Iruka finally took notice.

"What? Where are we going?" He asked, rubbing at his eyes and blinking.

"Just outside, Iru-koi. Just outside." He leaned against the wall and slid down, shifting Iruka into a more comfortable position on his lap. "It's okay, see?" He brushed the hair out of Iruka's eyes and wiped at the tears on the man's cheeks. Iruka laid his head back against Kakashi's chest and didn't say anything, but the tears finally stopped.

He rubbed the chunin's back softly until the man's breathing evened out to deep shallow breaths. Kakashi, however, knew it was unlikely he'd fall asleep so quickly. He considered the problem, picking over the details with his own meticulate manner. Eventually, sleep overcame him, and he fell asleep with a slight smile on his lips at the knowledge he might have a solution for this particular hurdle.