Square the circle

AN: Thank you all. I've almost finished with this story and the only thing I'm missing is the toughest part: ending. So I could make a poll and ask you whether you want a happy ending or not so happy, but I couldn't promise that I would make it the way you voted. Feel free to add your opinion in your review. Any way, there will be three or four chapters after this one.

Anon: It is, isn't it. I made a promise to someone to take everything more slowly than I usually do. But the slow part is mainly over now.
Hello: We'll see.
Reno's_Lover: I think he does.
Velvetina: Iruka is such a nice person.. or is he. But I think I'll abuse him a bit more.

Thank you Juxtathought, once again, for the fabulous work beta reading this.

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It was the same problem again—what to wear? The black dress shirt he had worn at the New Year's party was ruined. Most of the buttons were missing and it had a small tear.

If primal lust is to reappear, it would be safer not to wear anything with buttons, Iruka thought, blushing with the memory of it. He shouldn't wear anything light coloured because all the possible stains would show on it—so a dark coloured shirt it was...and pants. They weren't going out, so he didn't need any formal wear. Iruka felt nervous. It was their second official date, or their third or fourth unofficial, depending on how you counted. He dressed himself, turned the lights out, and headed to Kakashi's place.

Kakashi's apartment was on the other side of the village. That was good—Iruka could clear his thoughts as he walked in the frosty weather. He found the place easily and knocked on Kakashi's door. There wasn't any noise before Kakshi opened. He really moved like a cat, so softly and silently. Kakshi seemed nervous when he asked Iruka to come in, and his apartment was even smaller than Iruka's. It had only one room and a tiny kitchen. The room was more like a bedroom than a living room. Kakashi's shelves were empty except for the lonely pictures of him and the former Team 7 and an older picture, much like the newer one, portraying the Fourth and Kakashi’s gennin team. There were a couple of Icha Icha books in one corner of the room; otherwise, it was ascetic. The walls were plain and there wasn't any stuff anywhere. And it was really clean.

"This is a nice apartment," complemented Iruka, and Kakashi seemed to relax. They sat around the tiny kitchen table while Kakashi served the food. He was limping on his left leg.

"You made ramen!" Iruka said, delighted.

"Yes, you said it's your favorite," Kakashi smiled. Iruka tasted it.

"Oh, my. This is good. It's even better than Ichiraku's and that's something." Iruka couldn't believe that Kakashi had made something so delicious himself. The man really knew how to cook, that's for sure.

"Glad that you like it," Kakshi thanked him. Kakashi sat there watching Iruka eat. Iruka waited to see if he had to say something about it, but Kakashi seemed to notice it himself. Iruka had already seen his face so he could lower his mask and eat—and so he did.

Soon the food was consumed and an awkward silence fell after Kakashi had cleaned the table. Iruka doubted it was awkward for Kakashi, who had pulled his mask back up, but it really was awkward for Iruka.

"How was your mission?" Iruka asked.

"It was accomplished," Kakashi answered evasively.

"You were injured?" It wasn't really a question.

"No, it's just a scratch."

"Have you shown it to a medical ninja?" Iruka asked, and Kakashi shook his head.

"Then let me see it," Iruka pressured. If it was a wound, it should be cleaned properly or it would infect. Kakashi seemed reluctant, but when Iruka gave him the 'don't argue with me' stare, he relented. They went to the other room and Kakashi sat on the bed. He lowered his pants. Iruka grimaced at the angry looking wound.

"There's some disinfectant in the bathroom and some gauze," Kakashi said. Iruka cleaned the wound and put the bandage on it. It wasn't deep and it would heal in time, but it would leave yet another scar on that milky-white skin.

He was on his knees on the floor. He looked up at Kakashi who was looking back at him. Iruka would give almost anything to know what went on behind that blue eye.

Kakashi pulled Iruka up and tipped him on the bed. Iruka yelped in surprise. Kakashi kicked his pants off and crawled up to kiss him. His hands went under Iruka's shirt, caressing his chest.

Oh yes, this was what Iruka had been waiting for. Kakashi pulled their shirts off and Iruka removed his pants. Finally, the pale skin made full contact with his own tanned flesh. The warmth spread inside Iruka. He pulled Kakshi closer to himself, suckling his neck. Kakashi pulled away and lowered his head. He nibbled Iruka's chest, his tongue lapping over Iruka's nipple, making him push his hips forward. His hands reached down Kakashi's back, feeling the soft skin, going around to his abdomen to touch the hardness he had missed so much. Kakashi sunk lower, making butterfly kisses on his stomach. Iruka couldn't reach his destination so he tended to Kakashi's chest instead. With the other hand he grabbed Kakashi's hair, pulling the man even closer.

He really hoped that it wouldn't be too much for Kakshi... to go through with it. He didn't want it to be only... he wanted them to go all the way.

Suddenly, Kakashi turned Iruka around. He laid on the bed on his stomach as Kakashi pulled his hips up. A hand traveled to his erection and slowly stroked it. The initial shock faded and a sigh of pleasure came from him. His balls pulled up as the anticipation started to drive him way too fast towards the ultimate goal. He moaned and pushed his hips at the same pace with Kakashi's strokes. The hand pulled away as Iruka waited anxiously. Kakashi spread his buttocks and he felt a slippery finger circle his entrance, wetting it, preparing him. Teasingly slow, the finger inched its tip inside, passing the tight ring of muscles. Iruka held his breath, savoring every moment—then he felt it. It wasn't a finger inching in, but Kakashi's tongue. The hot breath against his ass as the tongue dipped all the way in made Iruka pant.

Oh, gods! Kakashi's tongue is inside me, Iruka thought as the tongue wriggled inside, moving in and out. He moaned, pushing himself against Kakashi. The agile and firm tongue retreated and was replaced with two oiled fingers. The digits slid slowly in while a hand took his pulsating length, tending it. The fingers started moving, scissoring, and pushing deeper. Iruka couldn't stop the moans coming from him. The fingers filled him, pushing more forcefully, and suddenly one more digit joined the two. They stopped deep inside Iruka.

It was hurting. Three fingers were a lot, but they were nothing compared to what was coming after them. Iruka willed his muscles to relax, letting the fingers stretch him. All the doubt he had had about whether Kakashi was really up to this had vanished. Kakashi's hand stroked him, his erection dripping sex and wanting more. Kakashi bent over him, kissing his back and encouraging him to relax. The fingers moved again. Gently. In and out. Scissoring, stretching him. Making him ready. Bit by bit, he got used to them. Then they went away.

Iruka felt empty, wanting more flesh inside him. The wet tip of Kakashi's hard length pushed against his entrance. It inched in...stretching...tearing Iruka apart. He panted, now more from pain than from lust. The tip was in. Kakashi steadied himself, waiting for Iruka to adjust. Iruka could feel Kakashi trembling. It must be a torment to keep himself from ramming in, Iruka empathized. He did his best to relax, and Kakashi pushed again. That tantalizing flesh wedged its way deeper. It felt like an eternity until Kakashi was fully seated inside him.

Iruka gasped for air. It was big, true, but it hadn't been monstrous before. Kakashi stopped moving, breathing heavily and obviously trying his best to stay put.

"Are you alright?" Kakashi asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, just give me a minute," Iruka breathed.

It didn't feel so bad anymore. He relaxed and then Kakashi moved. Gently, he pulled a little way out and pushed back in. It hurt, but he kept himself more relaxed. Little by little, Kakashi pulled more and more out before pushing back in. Kakashi had applied the lube generously, so it slid easily. It was starting to feel good again. Kakashi pulled almost all the way out and rammed back in. Iruka could feel the man trembling. Kakashi moaned. He pulled out again and rammed in with more force. Kakashi found his sweet spot, and Iruka's back arched. He pushed hard against Kakashi, making him hit it again. Everything was white hot.

He could hear himself moaning, whining, and begging for more. Kakashi thrust again and missed a couple of times. It was still good, but he wanted to feel that mind-blowing pleasure again. He pushed back at each thrust, and finally, Kakashi hit it again. Iruka couldn't suppress his voice anymore and he screamed in pleasure. Moaning. Thrust after thrust, Kakashi hit his prostate and made him see stars. A storm of ecstatic tremors went up and down his body, filling his mind, making him want to die. Then he was pushed over the edge. It wasn't like he was slowly pushed there. No, it was like a series of explosions blew him into a true big bang. He couldn't stop trembling, spasming, or moaning. He heard himself screaming Kakashi's name. He couldn't control his body.

Kakashi kept on thrusting into him. His muscles tightened around Kakashi's enormous erection. They contracted again and again. Then he heard Kakashi's moan before his warm seed ran inside him. His muscles contracted around Kakashi, milking him dry. They collapsed. Kakashi over him and inside him, sweaty and panting. Iruka laid there, powerless. Enjoying the post-orgasmic high. Enjoying Kakashi.

Kakashi pulled himself out and flipped to his side. He petted Iruka's sweaty back. Iruka couldn't move—it was like something had drained all his energy out of him.

"We should take a shower," Kakashi whispered gently.

"Hn, I know," said Iruka unenthusiastically. Kakashi's fingers made wonderful circles on his skin.

"I just can't summon the strength to move," he added. Kakashi rose and picked Iruka up like he weighed nothing.

"Hey! Put me down! And be careful with your leg!" Iruka yelled.

Kakashi carried him to his bathroom. He put Iruka down under the shower and turned the water on. First it was cold, but it turned warm soon enough. Kakashi took the bandage off and joined him. It was hard for Iruka to stand properly. Now that the high was gone, the pain was back. It was the long-lasting, aching pain that Iruka knew would last for a couple of days. Kakashi squirted some liquid soap onto his hand and made it foam. He applied it on Iruka, washing him.

Iruka wanted to snap at him. He could wash himself well enough, but he felt too tired to argue. Plus, it was nice to know how caring Kakashi could be. Iruka would have never believed that Kakashi could have such a sensitive side. Kakashi really wasn't the annoying, selfish, teasing bastard he had thought him to be. Actually he was really lovable and tender. When Kakashi had washed them both, he pulled out two towels. He dried Iruka and lifted him up once again, carrying him back to the bed.