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AN: Sorry for the wait. Here's the update. Quite the poet, ne. Thanks for reading and reviewing.

Ryu Earth Well, you know, married men and all that...
satterb Sorry for not so regular updating. My computer had problems with OS upgrade and isn't still working properly. I try to update next time in a week.
ReixDragon Yeah, I too feel bad for them. And when I started this fic I thought it would be more cheerful, somehow I never manage that.
Chibi_Jubjub I'm thinking about making an lj account, but I'm afraid I wouldn't use it... Hope you enjoy the story, and sorry it took so long to update.
aoh It turned out to be more complicated than I initially thought, well maybe they'll have the happy ever after.
lividangel I usually write Iruka quite strong and wilful... and sometimes a fuck up. And, of course, occasionally the victim of abuse, though not in this story. Directly anyway. Hope you enjoy the rest of the story as well.
Anise This really isn't an easy relationship ^.^;

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Cloudy, dark sky held a promise of freezing drizzle. The night had been cold; temperature had dropped below freezing point giving the late autumn leaves a beautiful white lining. The foliage was drawing its last breaths, merciless wind tore the few remaining leaves off the trees, swirling them in the air before tossing them to the ground to join the others in decomposition. A striped field mouse scurried along the path a few feet ahead of Kakashi. It stopped, looked back at the jounin, its long whiskers wiggling. Then it turned again continuing its way and jumping off the path vanishing into the bushes.

The light was changing, darkness was giving way to the pale morning light. Kakashi had given Iruka few days to think things over before asking him to meet. Fearing for a rejection he had sent Pakkun over with a message yesterday. Fortunately Iruka had agreed to see him. They were to meet today at the same café. He'd been so determined to win Iruka's heart, so sure he could endure everything necessary. Last weekend had taught him otherwise. The shock of realisation. And he'd thought Iruka was already his. It had hurt, it still hurt. The defeat felt even more bitter as he'd have to admit his own weakness. The pain tearing his insides was so intense he wouldn't live another such blow.

Not that any of it was Iruka's fault, and Kakashi acknowledged he deserved everything he got, but he was at his limit. He'd tried to be nice and available, ready to help Iruka, to make the chuunin smile. He had done his everything and for quite a long time, too. His feelings had grown stronger if anything and he didn't want to let go of the teacher, but he felt there was little more he could do. This would be the last try. The path ended at the edge of a grass field. The temperature had risen melting all the frost away. The thick, brow layer of leaves felt slimy under Kakashi's feet, strengthening smell of decay filled his nostrils. The jounin rose his gaze from the ground and glanced at the memorial stone. Someone was kneeling in front of it, laying a flower. He sighed. Better to wait till he's gone.

The small coffeehouse was quiet as usual. Kakashi sat at a table in the farthest corner pretending to read a book. Iruka was late. The coffee in his mug hadn't steamed for a long time, and the overly eager waitress had asked if he liked a new one three times already. She was getting on Kakashi's nerves. After he had arrived the girl had rushed to take his order, brought the coffee and come back to wipe the table, which she took ridiculously long time to do. She'd bent over the table, pressed her chest letting her breasts squeeze out over the low, scooped neckline. When leaving, she had even dropped the rag so that picking it up she would give Kakashi a good glimpse at her panties peeking under her short dress. Kakashi had acted like she wasn't there hoping the girl would take the hint and give up.

The jounin had arrived fifteen minutes early, which meant he'd waited for half an hour when Iruka showed up.

“Sorry I'm late. A parent wanted to have a word with me after school and I couldn't refuse.” He was a bit out of breath, but sounded quite cheerful.

“No matter.” Kakashi pushed his cold coffee away. The young waitress walked to the table swinging her hips in an exaggerated way.

“Another cup of coffee?” She stood her left hand on her hip fixing her tastefully painted eyes seductively on his. Oh, come on. Kakashi was losing his temper.

“No, I don't want coffee. Or anything else in that matter.” He answered her gaze with a steely look.

“Eh hem. I'd like green tea, please.” Iruka interrupted the silence looking from Kakashi to the waitress and back.

“Sure.” Her eyes never left the jounin. She turned swiftly around her long, shiny black hair whisking down her back.

“What was that all about?” A confused smile crossed Iruka's face.

“Nothing.”

“Is she, eh, one of your exes?”

“No, it's not like that.” Kakashi looked at the teacher. It bothers him. “She just... came on to me and didn't seem to understand I'm not interested.”

“I see.” Iruka played with his fingers in a nervous manner. Kakashi couldn't quite make if the teacher was nervous about their meeting or because of the young woman.

“So, how was your day?” The jounin tried to fill the awkward silence.

“Fine.” He smiled softly.

“What did the academy students get to learn today?”

“History mainly and in the afternoon the basics of shuriken maintenance.”

“Yeah? That's important.” Kakashi scratched his head. It was true; one of the most fundamental skills of a shinobi was how to keep their weapons in good condition. A rusty and dull kunai can be lethal but a sharp one is more so.

The waitress came with Iruka's tea. She nearly spilled it as she put the mug onto the table, tossed her head and walked away swinging her hips.

“Whoa. Not a very good attitude for a waitress, I'm afraid.” Iruka rolled his eyes.

“She's feisty.” Kakashi said and noticed Iruka's questioning look. “Which I don't like. Eh. Really not suitable for a waitress.”

Iruka sniggered. “Okay, I believe you.”

As they chatted about Iruka's students a group of women seated themselves at the table behind Iruka and were gossiping in low voices. One of them leaned back crossing her hands behind her head.

“He should've thought before acting. Cheating on his expecting wife.” She said knowingly her voice sounding clear and cold. Iruka's face turned ash white.

“Really? She's with a child?” A voice mixture of disapprove and intrigue.

“That's what I heard. Know what else, they were doing it on her bed—well, it was their bed then—she burned the sheets and threw that lying pig out, naked.” Though still abnormally white, Iruka's cheeks were getting a deep red tint.

“They're not talking about you.” Kakashi said lightly. “I know Otake's wife isn't pregnant, but someone else's is. It seems others' weekend was busy with adultery, as well.” He smirked. Iruka was relieved, but gave the jounin a glare. “That wasn't funny, sorry.”

“Have you decided what you're going to do?” Kakashi asked after a moment of silence.

“Not really.” Iruka kept his sorrowful, deep brown eyes fixed on the tea mug.

“Have you talked to him?” The jounin tried to keep his voice gentle and nonjudgemental.

“Briefly.” The subject was hard for Iruka.

“And?” Not too eager, not too pressuring.

“We're taking a break.”

“Uh-huh.” Makes sense. If Otake was serious with Iruka he'd divorced long time ago.

“I mean, we never dated or anything...”

“Do you love him?” Iruka's eyes shot up, wide like plates, shocked for the straight forward question.

“I-I don't know.” He didn't say no... but he didn't say yes either.

“Then why don't you go out with me? You know, like, date me.” Kakashi made his best effort to sound light and a bit carefree. This is it. My last try.

“Kakashi? I don't think, I mean, it's not a good idea.” Once again the teacher resorted to gaze aversion.

Maybe Iruka needed more time. The hell. I've given him time.

“Why not? We've been spending so much time together it's almost like dating already.” Kakashi persisted.

“Yeah, maybe it was a mistake.”

“How can you say that? We had good time together. Or can you honestly say you didn't have fun?” His heart was racing, he was losing.

Iruka didn't answer.

“We could continue as we have been doing, only this time it'd be for real.” It was hard to keep his emotions in check. He didn't want to raise his voice and cause a scene.

“I don't think I can.” The same sad expression was on Iruka's face as so many times before.

“I don't want to push you. Especially after what happened this weekend, but I'm at my limit. I care for you too much. It hurts me to see you with other men, and it hurts me to see you hurt.” Kakashi shook his head lightly trying to get his thoughts straight. ”I care for you deeply, and I want to be with you. Only with you. What are you afraid of?”

Iruka took his time before answering. “If it goes bad... I don't want to lose you as a friend, again.”

“It pains me to say this, but you already have. I'm sorry, but I can't go back to what was before. I can't be your friend like I used to. My feelings for you have evolved past those of friendship a long time ago, and I cannot stop wanting you.” Kakashi buried his face in his hands for a moment and breathed deeply. He brushed them over his hair and let them fall to his lap before continuing. “I understand now what I put you through back then, and why you took so much distance from me. I'm sorry for that.” The jounin stared steadily at the chuunin. “And I know you have feelings for him, but I think you know there's no future for the two of you together. This may come too soon, after last weekend and all, but I promise this is the last time I'll to ask you, and if you still say no, I'll leave you alone. Iruka, please give me a chance. Be mine.”

Iruka was looking at him, serious and biting his lip. His eyes were levelled with Kakashi's. The waiting silence was pressuring around the copy-nin. He wanted to hear the answer, what ever it was.

“What do you mean by it?” His lower lip was ruby red.

“Everything. Be mine in soul and body. Love me and let me love you, in every way.” Kakashi was blushing, which made him glad he was wearing his dark blue mask. The words were too corny, syrupy, but true all the same.

The chuunin sighed. “And if I say no, you'll disappear from my life?”

“Yes, I promise.” Kakashi smirked and realising the situation he grew serious. “I mean, I don't want to pressure you or give an ultimatum. I just... I will keep away for a while. Try to understand, this isn't easy for me either.”

Moments passed like hours. “I guess you leave me no choice. I'll give it a try, but you have to promise me to go slowly.”

“Sure. We'll go as slowly as you want.” Kakashi felt a warm glow inside him, he was happy. No, more than happy. He reached over the table and took Iruka's hand. It was smaller than his, the skin was warm and soft under his fingertips that lovingly drew small circles on it. He could feel the waitress's eyes burning at his back.

“Kakashi? What are you doing?” Iruka was blushing, his eyes were wide and glancing around before fixing on the jounin.

“I'm touching my boyfriend.” Kakashi answered with a smirk. “Or is it too fast?”

“Uh.” Iruka turned his gaze away shyly, but didn't pull his hand away. “No.”

He's so cute! The tint on the teacher's cheeks was slowly fading. The jounin wanted to tease him more to see him blush again, but he thought better not to test his patience.

“Just tell me if I do something you're not comfortable with.” His visible eye arced, he was already thinking how he wanted to show his love for the chuunin. “Oh, one thing. Do you want to keep it as a secret or can we be open about it?”

Iruka's cheeks were burning again. “Eh? I don't, I mean... What do you want?”

“Isn't it obvious? If we try to hide it, people will think we're doing something wrong, and I don't think we are. But if you want our relationship to be a secret, a secret it is.” Kakashi held Iruka's hand firmly in his gentle grip.

“Well, eh, I think we should see how things go. We don't have to actively hide anything, just be normal.”

“Okay. Let's do that.” The jounin agreed giving the teacher's hand a short squeeze.


In the next few weeks nothing changed much; the winter made its slow approach, people tattled telling rude things about each other&emph;especially about the separations and pending divorces, but everything felt different for Kakashi. He had finally gotten what he wanted. He visited Iruka at his lunch breaks, ate dinners and watched movies with him. Practically their lives went on like they had before. With one momentous difference for Kakashi: Iruka was finally his. The jounin felt indescribably lucky. He could hold the teacher's hand when he wanted, he could peck him on the cheek or kiss him goodnight. On couple of evenings Iruka had been too tired to go home and had spent the night. For Kakashi's misfortune, nothing happened.

Tonight Kakashi had been drinking with his usual buddies. He had asked the chuunin to come with him, but Iruka thought it was still too early, so the jounin went by himself. The company had been fine. Kurenai'd been a bit quiet since Asuma was on a mission, but otherwise everyone had been in good mood and the drinks had flown. The freezing air failed to bite Kakashi's skin, or at least it failed to feel biting through the numbing effect of alcohol. The copy-nin stopped at the door of his apartment and stared at it. Weather-beaten paint was starting to peel on the edges showing little bits of grey wood underneath. He put his keys back to the pocket.

The walk had done good. It had sobered Kakashi up enough to regret what he was doing. He stood on the scuffed door mat, rapping his knuckles on the door. Hurried steps and the door opened.

“Kakashi?” Iruka looked surprised. He was wearing slacks and a t-shirt, which was inside-out.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” The jounin asked and stepped inside.

“No. I was reading on the bed.” Iruka brushed a stray strand of hair behind his ear.

This is a bad idea. Kakashi took off his shoes. It might piss him off. He put his coat on the coat rack. Fuck it. He wound his arms around the lean chuunin and pulled him close. The earthy scent of Iruka mixed with bergamot and sandalwood filled the copy-nin's head with lust. His covered lips pressed against the warm skin on Iruka's neck bringing his nose closer to the intoxicating scent.

Iruka's fingers entangled in the spiky grey hair and jerked Kakashi's head back. The fingers of the teacher's other hand crawled up his chest, his neck, and his cheek to the edge of the mask.

“This thing has to go.” There was a playful glint in Iruka's eyes.

Few would believe how many women Kakashi had managed to bed without giving up the safety of the protective piece of fabric. Even when giving head he'd lower the mask to his chin and cover his face again, up to his eyes, as soon as he'd finished. But this was Iruka asking, and he'd do anything to please his new lover.

With one tug the chuunin pulled the mask down. His hands lowered and sneaked under the shirt. Kakashi watched the teacher's eyes twinkle. He licked his lips before attacking Iruka's lips with them.

“Wait!” Iruka said panting and turning his head, avoiding Kakashi's hungry kisses. The jounin grunted for the teacher's sudden change of mind.

“Too soon?” Kakashi murmured and nibbled the sensitive skin just under the chuunin's ear.

“No.” Iruka gasped. “You know, I'm not a woman.”

“I've noticed.” Kakashi smirked.

“Are you sure about this. I mean, it's different than” he was cut off by a hand that had sneaked into his pants and was gently travelling up along his growing erection, fingers pressing against the swollen vein finding their way to his sensitive glans.

With a soft gasp Iruka closed his eyes. His face was turned up and his lips were slightly ajar. Kakashi pushed his index finger against the little slit in the head of Iruka's penis, stretching the tiny hole. Pink tongue slipped out from the chuunin's mouth. It licked softly his thin, red lips before vanishing back in. Kakashi watched enraptured as white teeth sank deliberately to Iruka's lower lip to hold back a moan. He breathed heavily pressing more tightly to the younger man, his hand working feverishly on the chuunin's weeping length.

Suddenly Iruka pushed Kakashi backwards, through a door opening and on his back to a bed. The chuunin knelt beside him and freed the copy-nin's aching hardness from its textile constrains. Kakashi gasped aloud as his manhood was swallowed by Iruka's voluptuous mouth. Smooth tongue pressed moving up and down his pulsating flesh, licking it all over, leaving not a spot unexplored. His brown, silky hair spilled over his shoulders and tickled the over sensitive skin on Kakashi's loins. His tanned, well-formed body was moving sultrily swaying his hips matching the movements of his head.

Kakashi was feeling hot and more horny by the minute. He reached to touch the chuunin. The clean lines of muscles on his upper back and arms showed with each of his movement, the skin felt soft and warm. He wanted to feel Iruka more, to smell him, to taste him. Caressing his back and sides Kakashi moved stealthily closer and closer to the man. His fingers toured to Iruka's chest, tracing the edges of muscles, encircling his nipple teasingly. So different from a woman. And so sensitive. He took the hard pebble between his fingers and pinched it, and was rewarded with powerful sucks before being swallowed all the way into the chuunin's throat.

“Ah, gods Iruka!” Kakashi moaned.

The copy-nin was starting to be ready to orgasm. He breathed heavily fighting between the need to climax and the want to postpone it as much as he could. Swiftly taking a hold on Iruka's thigh he flipped the younger man on his side. Without letting go of Kakashi's rigid shaft the chuunin yelped in surprise, but soon continued by licking the head of it. OK. I can do this. Kakashi took a hold on the base of Iruka's length. Testily he pushed his tongue out and brushed it over its glistening tip.

“Oh, Kakashi. Ah!” Iruka's hot breath felt cool on Kakashi's wet member. “You don't have to.”

The salty precum spread in his mouth tasting strange, but exciting. He repeated the act only this time encircling his tongue around the glans and closing his lips over the tip giving it a small kiss. Iruka shuddered, he moaned softly his mouth vibrating deliciously around Kakashi's hardness.


Kakashi wetted the whole length of Iruka's erection with long, deliberate licks and earned more pleasurable moans from the chuunin. Kakashi moistened his lips. After so many fantasies of doing this he was on the verge of spilling his seed prematurely. He was so excited he feared he would come the second the hard flesh passed between his lips lips. Iruka's tongue was pressing firmly against his engorged length, his cheeks were pulling inwards from the power of his sucks.

“I-Iruka. Could you... little less.” Kakashi closed his eyes. “I don't want to come yet.” His lower abdomen was tightening. Hell, he wanted to come. It felt so wonderful to have the chuunin suck him.

The tightness eased around his shaft and was replaced with a teasing tongue. It lapped leisurely along his length and licked tantalisingly the sensitive tip. At the same time Iruka's hand played with his balls pulling them softly, drawing the built up pressure back. Kakashi licked his lips again. He opened his mouth and closed his lips around the tip of Iruka's erection. Though he had never done it, he knew what was a good blow job.

Trying to move his tongue as much as he could he slowly pushed his head down. It was large in his mouth, filling it, feeling invasive but titillating the same. He took it as deep as he could before pulling away only to suck it back in. Not wanting to risk a gag Kakashi kept his throat closed, he could only get half of Iruka's length in. The chuunin was moaning. He moved his hips according Kakashi's movements clearly trying to hold himself back.

“Oh, goddamit. Ah!” Nails sunk into Kakashi's buttocks and his painfully erect member was swallowed deep into the chuunin's throat.

Kakashi sucked more forcefully licking the head and the vein on the underside of Iruka's shaft. He wanted to feel the chuunin even more. Their bodies pressed closer together, sweaty skin against sweaty skin. Kakashi's hand gripped the base of Iruka's erection pumping it up and down following his mouth. His other hand followed the suit, saliva mixed with precum run along the length, down to Kakashi's hands, leaking through his fingers. His right hand let go of the left and the arm wound around the chuunin. With the greatest of ease his fingers found Iruka's hidden orifice. As they brushed over the puckered hole the teacher whimpered and moaned loudly.

“Oh, gods yes! Kakashi...” The jounin took the hint and pressed one digit against the opening. “Put it in!” Blood rushed through Kakashi's veins like it never had before. Those words were the sexiest ones the copy-nin had ever heard and he nearly cried aloud as the tight passage sucked his forefinger into the clamping hotness.

Kakashi's mind was empty as the space between galaxies. His whole body was humming with animalistic desire. Every sense in him was overloaded with pleasurable sensations making him moan and suck and feel like he was going to die if he didn't come. His finger slid in and out of the slippery hole so forcefully that if he had any sense left in him he'd fear he was hurting the chuunin. Iruka was moaning as well. His hand and mouth worked with unparalleled ardour on the jounin's shaft.

“Ah, Iruka. I'm going to” Kakashi had to swallow the rest as the mind blowing, earth shattering wave washed over him. He spasmed, sucking and swallowing unconsciously the salty nectar running into his mouth.