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Chapter 66 Kak/Iru
Chapter 66 (Sunday 18 June 2007, morning)
Iruka and Kakashi met in the living room each holding a phone and looked at each other eye to eye. No slave listened in on his master’s phone conversation without permission, or if one did, they hid it. But Kakashi, still naked with his ass, thighs, and upper back covered with red lines from Iruka’s riding crop, wasn’t hiding the fact he had the kitchen phone in his hand. The heavy gold pendants on all his piercings and the pendant on that silver collar around his neck said Iruka’s name, labeling him a slave, but tall silver-blonde’s stance and bold eyes were those of an equal. Iruka the dom should have been angry, but Naruto’s conversation had made Iruka the man feel weepy—that little blonde hellion, that child he had watched grow up and go wrong and then right, had just gotten a multi-millionaire dom to agree to subbing for him for a month! And he’d been so happy over it, he’d practically ignored discovering his own father had abandoned him—and not out of ignorance or lack of financial ability to support him. What a crippling, devastating blow that had to be—likely he was in shock over it and could collapse from the realization at any time. Naruto was grown up now, but still so alone—alone like he had been as an orphan until he’d found Kakashi. Oh, god, he’d almost lost Kakashi through his own stupidity!
Iruka hurled himself into Kakashi’s arms, and they wrapped around him, so strong, so sure, so protective, so loving, that the tears starting filling his eyes.
“Iruka baby,” said Kakashi in a barely there whisper, “I’ve got you.”
“Oh, god, I am a little baby. Everything’s so different, so strange. I’m happy, and I’m sad. I want to celebrate, and I want to cry.”
“I’m here no matter what, in sickness or in health till death do us part,” said Kakashi, his conviction making his soft, husky voice sound loud to Iruka.
“Aren’t you supposed to propose before you make the marriage vow?” said Iruka playfully, looking up at Kakashi with big brown eyes shiny with both tears and happiness.
There was a long moment of silence as brown and blue eyes stared at each other.
“I’ve done a lot of things I’m not supposed to do,” said Kakashi at last. “But making vows to you can’t ever be wrong. Will you marry me, Umino Iruka?”
And there it was, the big question.
Iruka wasn’t reacting.
Kakashi’s heart beat once.
No reaction—oh, god, this is a no.
Another beat.
His eyes are getting wider, bigger, wetter.
Thud-umph.
Maybe, maybe—is his mouth curving up?
Thud-umph.
Say something, anything, please.
Thud-umph.
His mouth is going to open, it’s opening—
“Yes, Hatake Kakashi, anytime, anywhere.”
Kakashi sighed, feeling exhausted and relieved, and his head dropped down so his forehead rested against Iruka’s.
“Oh, baby, I love you so much,” he said.
“Then don’t sigh, kiss me, my fiancée,” ordered Iruka.
“Ahh! You’re going to be a naggy wife, aren’t you?” said Kakashi, and then when Iruka’s mouth opened to yell, he did exactly as ordered. Iruka struggled a little, but Kakashi had no trouble holding him tight. Moreover, his skill at oral sex meant his kisses were potent as well. Because subs almost never get a chance to seduce with a kiss, nor do doms have a lot of experience receiving a kiss, it meant Iruka was doubly vulnerable. By the time Kakashi lifted his head, Iruka was his, completely. Kakashi looked down, recognizing the signs of total submission and dazed happiness that he had seen on so many subs. Memories of last night rushed back—slapping Iruka’s pretty, curved buttchecks, putting that hickey by that delicate hip, pinching and licking those pretty pink and oh-so-sensitive nipples, and thrusting into that tight, sweet ass as his beautiful Iruka begged and cried out with need.
Kakashi sweep Iruka up into his arms and carried him back to their bed, bridal style. A sudden weird desire to do this after their wedding with Iruka in a white dress came over him, making his lips twitch. He might just have to buy a little something for Iruka for their wedding night. Hell, no, he would buy something, lots of somethings. He’d pay for it—it would probably mean five lashes of the bullwhip, the worst beating Iruka was willing to inflict on Kakashi, plus many other cruelties and tortures, but it would be worth it. He was only going to get married once in his life, and so he would only have one wedding night as a bridegroom with his bride.
Not that a wedding gown and wedding lingerie wouldn’t get used more than once. Scenes, little roleplay games, were the heart and soul of the BDSM community, what most temporary contracts were all about.
And wedding anniversaries happen every year.
And white--his chocolate brown Iruka, with his soft brown hair down around his face, would look so pretty in white. Or pale pink--pink like his soft wet tongue and his cute little nipples. Or the palest, iciest, whitest of silvery blues . . .
Kakashi lowered Iruka to the bed, kissing him with all his heart and skill till Iruka was panting and gasping and whimpering.
This time begging and moans wouldn’t be enough to satisfy Kakashi.
He was going to make Iruka scream with pleasure.
He lowered his mouth to one of Iruka’s pushed up, pink nubs, flicking it with his tongue. Iruka’s back arched even more, and he cried out, “Kakashi! Please! Kakashi!”
Kakashi smiled as his lips tightened around that flushed little nipple. This was going to be easy, way too easy. Screaming in ecstasy would be aiming too low. He was going to make his cute little lover pass out from pleasure.
It might take a few tries, but, hey, he loved a challenge.
Iruka and Kakashi met in the living room each holding a phone and looked at each other eye to eye. No slave listened in on his master’s phone conversation without permission, or if one did, they hid it. But Kakashi, still naked with his ass, thighs, and upper back covered with red lines from Iruka’s riding crop, wasn’t hiding the fact he had the kitchen phone in his hand. The heavy gold pendants on all his piercings and the pendant on that silver collar around his neck said Iruka’s name, labeling him a slave, but tall silver-blonde’s stance and bold eyes were those of an equal. Iruka the dom should have been angry, but Naruto’s conversation had made Iruka the man feel weepy—that little blonde hellion, that child he had watched grow up and go wrong and then right, had just gotten a multi-millionaire dom to agree to subbing for him for a month! And he’d been so happy over it, he’d practically ignored discovering his own father had abandoned him—and not out of ignorance or lack of financial ability to support him. What a crippling, devastating blow that had to be—likely he was in shock over it and could collapse from the realization at any time. Naruto was grown up now, but still so alone—alone like he had been as an orphan until he’d found Kakashi. Oh, god, he’d almost lost Kakashi through his own stupidity!
Iruka hurled himself into Kakashi’s arms, and they wrapped around him, so strong, so sure, so protective, so loving, that the tears starting filling his eyes.
“Iruka baby,” said Kakashi in a barely there whisper, “I’ve got you.”
“Oh, god, I am a little baby. Everything’s so different, so strange. I’m happy, and I’m sad. I want to celebrate, and I want to cry.”
“I’m here no matter what, in sickness or in health till death do us part,” said Kakashi, his conviction making his soft, husky voice sound loud to Iruka.
“Aren’t you supposed to propose before you make the marriage vow?” said Iruka playfully, looking up at Kakashi with big brown eyes shiny with both tears and happiness.
There was a long moment of silence as brown and blue eyes stared at each other.
“I’ve done a lot of things I’m not supposed to do,” said Kakashi at last. “But making vows to you can’t ever be wrong. Will you marry me, Umino Iruka?”
And there it was, the big question.
Iruka wasn’t reacting.
Kakashi’s heart beat once.
No reaction—oh, god, this is a no.
Another beat.
His eyes are getting wider, bigger, wetter.
Thud-umph.
Maybe, maybe—is his mouth curving up?
Thud-umph.
Say something, anything, please.
Thud-umph.
His mouth is going to open, it’s opening—
“Yes, Hatake Kakashi, anytime, anywhere.”
Kakashi sighed, feeling exhausted and relieved, and his head dropped down so his forehead rested against Iruka’s.
“Oh, baby, I love you so much,” he said.
“Then don’t sigh, kiss me, my fiancée,” ordered Iruka.
“Ahh! You’re going to be a naggy wife, aren’t you?” said Kakashi, and then when Iruka’s mouth opened to yell, he did exactly as ordered. Iruka struggled a little, but Kakashi had no trouble holding him tight. Moreover, his skill at oral sex meant his kisses were potent as well. Because subs almost never get a chance to seduce with a kiss, nor do doms have a lot of experience receiving a kiss, it meant Iruka was doubly vulnerable. By the time Kakashi lifted his head, Iruka was his, completely. Kakashi looked down, recognizing the signs of total submission and dazed happiness that he had seen on so many subs. Memories of last night rushed back—slapping Iruka’s pretty, curved buttchecks, putting that hickey by that delicate hip, pinching and licking those pretty pink and oh-so-sensitive nipples, and thrusting into that tight, sweet ass as his beautiful Iruka begged and cried out with need.
Kakashi sweep Iruka up into his arms and carried him back to their bed, bridal style. A sudden weird desire to do this after their wedding with Iruka in a white dress came over him, making his lips twitch. He might just have to buy a little something for Iruka for their wedding night. Hell, no, he would buy something, lots of somethings. He’d pay for it—it would probably mean five lashes of the bullwhip, the worst beating Iruka was willing to inflict on Kakashi, plus many other cruelties and tortures, but it would be worth it. He was only going to get married once in his life, and so he would only have one wedding night as a bridegroom with his bride.
Not that a wedding gown and wedding lingerie wouldn’t get used more than once. Scenes, little roleplay games, were the heart and soul of the BDSM community, what most temporary contracts were all about.
And wedding anniversaries happen every year.
And white--his chocolate brown Iruka, with his soft brown hair down around his face, would look so pretty in white. Or pale pink--pink like his soft wet tongue and his cute little nipples. Or the palest, iciest, whitest of silvery blues . . .
Kakashi lowered Iruka to the bed, kissing him with all his heart and skill till Iruka was panting and gasping and whimpering.
This time begging and moans wouldn’t be enough to satisfy Kakashi.
He was going to make Iruka scream with pleasure.
He lowered his mouth to one of Iruka’s pushed up, pink nubs, flicking it with his tongue. Iruka’s back arched even more, and he cried out, “Kakashi! Please! Kakashi!”
Kakashi smiled as his lips tightened around that flushed little nipple. This was going to be easy, way too easy. Screaming in ecstasy would be aiming too low. He was going to make his cute little lover pass out from pleasure.
It might take a few tries, but, hey, he loved a challenge.