Search for Strength

Search for Strength

A/N: Okay, here it is. Sorry this took so long. I had a couple of other stories to work on. But fear not! I will never abandon this story…as I already have several sequels and one-shots in mind to go along with this story. This chapter has not a ton of plot and bounces between super emotional, humorous and…uh…well…smutty. This chapter is also unedited. Hope it’s not to rough and that my loverly Michele gets her new glasses soon! Okay…enough chatter, on to the chapter!

Warning: SWEARING! Lots and lots and lots of swearing. SEX! Lots and lots and lots of sex. Uhhh, I think that’s it. Enjoy…I’m sure you will!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Naruto characters, Canada or the recipe to this really tasty vanilla rum I’m drinking. Aaaaarh!...that was me as a pirate…cuz of the rum…forget it. Read on.

Kakashi groaned and pushed his body off the cool metal of the table, glancing around the room before a soft moan from beneath him drew his attention to the beautiful brunette lying next to him, shivering at the loss of body heat despite the night’s oppressive humidity. He watched the full lips part as Iruka drew slow breaths and released them. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the docile form; the umber hair splayed out on the shiny, chrome surface, Iruka’s toned arms hugging his torso for warmth. Kakashi leaned down and gently stroked the dark hair, completely enraptured by Iruka’s beauty. He presses his lips gently all over the tan face has he had wanted to when dancing. Iruka’s eyelids fluttered and Kakashi gasped when the sleep hazed eyes were revealed. Iruka smiled sweetly, pulling the older nin’s lean body to his.

“Mmm, hey.” Kakashi wanted to respond but instead began kiss the soft jaw line when Iruka’s strong arms wrapped around his neck, the broad, the muscular body arching into him.

“Gods, Iruka. You’re intoxicating.” A throaty chuckle was the only response. Kakashi latched on to the pulse point on the exposed neck as Iruka laced his hands into the silver hair languidly.

“Mmmm, ‘Kashi! Aah we should get going. We’re sticky and…OW…I’m sore.” Kakashi pulled back and gently kissed Iruka again, nuzzling the golden face.

“I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Iruka nodded, absentmindedly stoking the soft, silver hair on the back of Kakashi’s neck.

“I…didn’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you. I…” Iruka pressed his lips to the pale, thin pair, halting their movement.

“I’m fine. I just could use a shower…Wanna join me?” Iruka raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“Hmmm, I dunno. Soaping and scrubbing you naked body doesn’t sound that fun to me.” Iruka growled teasingly and flipped their positions, his dark hands caressing every piece of exposed flesh. Kakashi groaned and bucked his hips.

“Okay okay okay okay! Let’s go!” Feeling the lips on his neck curve into a smirk but not stop ravaging the tender area, Kakashi carded his hands into the dark hair and pulled Iruka’s mouth to his in a heated embrace. Finally breaking the kiss for air, they stared at each other, gently caressing each other’s faces, completely lost in the moment.

Groaning, Iruka pushed himself off his lover and retrieved his pants. They dressed quickly but Iruka caught Kakashi's hand before the jounin slipped his mask back in place. Tan fingers ghosted over the pale face and neck making the older man shiver. Iruka memorized the face like a blind man, committing every inch of skin, every scar, every groove and dip to memory.

“I want to remember. I know you have to put it back on now, but I want to remember. Not all of us have a sharingan to burn images into our brains.” The mismatched eyes closed in pleasure like a cat being petted, savoring the feel of the gentle hands on the skin that was so rarely touched.

“Don’t worry,” Kakashi wrapped his arms around the broader frame, “you’ll get to see it again…and often.” Iruka smiled and ran his thumb over the small scar on the thin lower lip, which was quickly becoming his favorite part of the handsome face, before pulling the mask in place and kissing the covered lips.

“Come on. Let’s go to my place.” Unable to control himself, Kakashi pulled down his mask and pressed his lips to Iruka’s again…and then again. Their perfect moment was interrupted as the lock scraped open and Rei backed into the room carrying a large case of empty bottles.

“Why the hell is this door locked? Thanks for your help Gen. It would have taken me…” She stopped mid sentence and dropped the case of empties to the floor sending glass flying.

“Oh. The. Gods! You two are still here! It’s four in the morning! I thought…I’m so sorry!” Iruka chuckled at her embarrassment.

“Not to worry, we were just about to leave. Thanks for the use of the…Rei! You have glass in your foot!” She looked down at her ankle which was already bleeding.

“Huh, look at that. It doesn’t hurt though.” She shifted her weight and winced. “Okay, maybe it does.” Iruka moved to her side but Genma waved him off.

“Don’t worry, I’ll patch her up. You two get out of here.” Kakashi pulled a protesting Iruka from the room, the sensei trying to help his friend, who looked beyond panicked at the thought of the horny, honey haired jounin touching her. Who knows what the senbon sucker’s idea of ‘patching up’ included, and being a little drunk herself, she didn’t think that she would be able to resist his advances tonight. Genma scooped her up in his arms and followed the new couple out into the main room and set her down on the bar. Rei watched as Kakashi pulled Iruka toward the exit.

“Sweetheart…Sweetheart! Little help here!” She hissed at her friend’s receding form. Kakashi tightened his arms around Iruka.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. Let’s go.” He added a quick grope of the chuunin’s taught ass to emphasize his point. Iruka shrugged at his laid up friend and pulled Kakashi out the door in a hurry.

“Sweetheart! Urgh, jackass!” She turned her attention back to Genma who had quirked his eyebrow at her.

“So…I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been avoiding me lately.” She dropped her eyes to her ankle.

“First aid kit’s on top of the fridge.” He sighed and fetched the incredibly large bag full of bandages and gauze.

“You keep a trauma kit in the bar?” he asked incredulously.

“Do you remember a few years ago when that song Saturday night’s alright for fighting came out? We had so many brawls that we had to ban the song and keep a med nin on staff for a month. I was just bartending at the time. My parents actually considered selling. Said it wasn’t worth the trouble.” Genma smiled while rifling through the bag.

“I’m glad they didn’t. This is the best bar in town.” She smiled at him as he placed some bandages and tape on the counter.

“Thanks. I really do love it here. The people, the atmosphere, this place is like a part of me. I-ow! Damn it!” She hissed as she pulled a piece of glass out of her ankle. Genma growled and caught her arm.

“Would you just wait?! I’ll do it. This bag has everything except tweezers. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get the slivers out. I have tweezers at my place if you want to…”

“No!” He smirked at her overly quick, snapped response.

“Okay, I’ll figure something out. So…why have you been avoiding me? You’ve even started canceling practices. You used to drag me in here the second I got back from a mission.” Sighing she laid back onto the bar.

“It’s nothing personal, Gen. I’m just trying to fix my disaster of a relationship and unfortunately one of the key issues seems to be you.”

“Me? Why?” She lifted herself up on her elbows and looked at him pointedly. “Oh, right. Well we can go back to being friends if that’s what you want.”

“Gen, we’re friends now.”

“No we’re not.” He didn’t look up from her ankle as he pulled the last large chunk of glass out and pressed a piece of gauze into the cut. “We haven’t been friends for over a month now and you know it.” She watched him in slack jawed shock as he pulled her heeled sandal off her foot and gently pulled the appendage towards him.

“Gen, it’s not that simp-what are you doing?!” The honey haired shinobi had dropped his head and pressed his lips to the top of her ankle. After a second he lifted his head and spit one of the slivers of glass to the floor.

“I said I’d figure something out. You’re the one who didn’t want to get tweezers.”

“Gen…”

“If you leave them in they’ll get infected. Just relax.” He lowered his head again and she groaned audibly and dropped her head to the bar with a thud. She lifted her forearm to her eyes as she felt another shard of glass slide out of her skin and his tongue gently soothe the wound. He repeated the actions again and again until her flesh was free of glass. His deadly hands began to gently wrap her foot with bandages. He smirked as she shivered when he ghosted his fingers up her calf to her knee laying feather light kisses on the soft skin inside the joint.

“Gen…” She breathed sounding both incredibly turned on and incredibly annoyed. The fingers slid a little higher to the inside of her thigh causing her to swallow a moan of pleasure.

“Gen!” She snapped.

“Yes?” The response close to her ear startled her and she finally moved her arm and looked up into his hazel eyes. He ran one of his hands through her dark hair, his gaze shifting from her emerald eyes to her full, red lips.

“Oh shit,” she whispered before their mouths and tongues met in a hungry clash. Genma easily lifter her off the bar and set her on his lap as he settled on one of the bar stools. He rolled his hips into her spread legs and attacked her exposed neck when she let her head fall back. He sucked and bit at the tender flesh until she began to push him away.

“Shit! Gen, stop. Gen, you have to stop.” Jumping of his lap she glanced at her reflection in the mirror behind the shelves at the back of the bar. “Oh gods! She’s going to kill me.” Rei frantically rubbed at the mark but only made it more irritated. “Okay, you have to go. We both have to go. With any luck I’ll have a chance to shower and cover this before she gets home from her mission.” She hopped back up onto the bar and tried to fit her sandal over her bandaged foot. Genma moved in front of her and gingerly adjusted the straps so the shoe would fit over the wraps before tangling his hands in her hair and pulling her into another bruising kiss. She grasped the sides of his face to push him away when he ran his tongue over the seam of her mouth. Moaning she opened her mouth and jerked his head closer, their teeth clashing ferociously. Finally she pulled back and dropped her forehead to his.

“Why do you have to be so hot, Shiranui?” The jounin chuckled and helped her down from the bar. He tried to pick her up when she smacked is shoulder.

“No! I can walk thanks. We’ll talk about this…I dunno, when I figure out what the hell just happened.”

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Iruka opened the door to his apartment and tugged Kakashi inside pushing his back up against the closed door and tugging down his mask to ravage the older man’s mouth. Kakashi’s pulse raced as the chuunin aggressively tugged at his vest trying to remove the offending garment without breaking the heated kiss. The sensei’s actions weren’t needy, they were wanton and that simple notion made the silver haired nin’s pants tighten in anticipation. He ground his erection forcefully against the shorter brunette’s making them both moan in pleasure. Iruka nipped at his bottom lip before sliding the vest off the narrow shoulders and fisting his shirt, pulling him towards the bathroom.

They stepped into the small room and quickly removed each other’s shirts halting the kiss only to pull Iruka’s black shirt over his head. The two half naked men tumbled around the bathroom, knocking toothbrushes, towels and pulling the towel rack that Iruka had finally gotten around to putting back up a week ago to the floor. Any ninja who might have walked passed the door or even passed the building on the street would’ve been able to feel the intense waves of desire pouring out of the chuunin lodgings, but neither man thought about that. They were too lost in each other to care about anything.

Kakashi lifted Iruka onto the vanity only to have the younger man yelp and slide back off again. Guilt flashed in the mismatched eyes and before Iruka could say anything the jounin had pulled back, his head dipped.

Growling Iruka slammed Kakashi’s back into the wall before he had gotten one syllables in to his apology.

“I’m a ninja. I can handle it so don’t apologize.” Kakashi nodded in understanding. To say that he was sorry was to imply that he’d done something really wrong. Iruka thrust his tongue back into the older nin’s mouth, surprised when the kiss didn’t heat up immediately.

“What? What’s wrong?” Kakashi shook his silver spikes and unbuttoned Iruka’s jeans, sliding to his knees as he pulled the pants down to the dark ankles. He pressed his lips to the inside of the cinnamon thigh as Iruka stepped out of the second pant leg. Nuzzling the boxer brief covered crotch, the slim pale face raised and looked deep into the dark russet eyes. Iruka’s cock twitched and Kakashi was unable to contain his smirk. Snarling, Iruka shoved Kakashi to the ground and straddled his hips. Dropping his weight to the thin chest beneath him he gripped the sided of Kakashi’s face trying to will the older man into the struggle for dominance they had been caught up in when they entered the apartment. Kakashi, however, didn’t force his tongue into Iruka’s mouth, instead gently meeting the aggressive tongue with soft caresses of his own. Releasing the sliver head Iruka braced himself on his forearms and looked questioningly into the mismatched gaze.

“Is something-?” Thin, pale pink lips pushed up into the full, dark pair silencing the younger man. Finally ending the passionate yet chaste kiss Kakashi stroked the side of the beautiful face above him.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just want to take it really slow this time.” Iruka stared in shock at the legendary pervert who was asking him for something slow and deep, something meaningful, something more than just a fast, hard fuck. A pale thumb pulled across his bottom lip and Iruka watched Kakashi’s eyes follow its progress before lifting back up to his. Torrents of emotion swam in the grey and red pools and Iruka’s stomach clenched at what this could mean…but he didn’t ask. He’d know soon enough and if he was wrong…He didn’t want to think about that; not tonight.

“Let’s take that shower.” Smiling, Iruka pushed himself off the floor and helped Kakashi up and out of his pants before starting the shower and sliding out of his underwear. Kakashi picked up the towel bar as Iruka adjusted the water. Having been fastened to the wall more securely this time, it had ripped out pieces of drywall with it when they had torn it down in their lust. Iruka glanced over his shoulder at Kakashi as the jounin set the metal bar down on the vanity.

“Are you coming?” Kakashi nodded and pulled his mask off completely and stepped into the hot shower spray after his lover closing the plexi door behind them. Kakashi vaguely noticed how beautiful the shower was, easily big enough for two and covered in large, rough stone tiles of green and slate grey. The large shower head sprayed enough water to keep them both warm while spreading soap on each other’s naked forms. Kakashi slid his arms around Iruka and carefully backed him into the center of the spray to wet the chuunin’s hair.

“I like your shower. I’ll admit that it’s much nicer than mine.” Iruka smiled with his eyes closed as he ran his hands through his dark locks ensuring they were thoroughly soaked.

“This is my favorite room in the house. I scrimped and saved for thee months to put this shower in and it was worth every penny.” He moved out of the water’s path to the back of the shower where he grabbed a bottle of apple cinnamon shampoo when strong hand slid over his hips and over his stomach, crossing at his navel and ensnaring him in a warm embrace. He twisted in the grip so that he could look into the devastatingly handsome face which for some reason looked sheepish. Iruka shot the taller man a questioning glance.

“I’m sorry for pulling down your towel rack.” Iruka couldn’t hold in the laugh that rumbled from deep in his chest at how Kakashi looked in every possible way like an adoring puppy who knew it had misbehaved. Chuckling, he pulled the head of silver spikes into his neck and trailed one hand up the lean back, the other remaining on the back of Kakashi’s neck.

“That…that’s okay. Don’t worry about it. It’s not the first time it’s been down. I really thought it was in place better this time.” Kakashi leaned into Iruka’s body, words falling from his lips before he had time to register what they were.

“Will you be mine?” If the beautiful man hadn’t held him in his grasp Kakashi would have thought that the answer was no and pulled away. The silence that followed his words was suffocating.

The phrase graced his ears were whispered like a plea to Kami and for several seconds Iruka didn’t breathe, still unsure if he had heard what he thought he had. He repeated the tender, vulnerable request in his head again and again, the words sounding too good to be true. He wanted a response that was a beautiful as the question but the second he started thinking about it, the response became over thought. He felt Kakashi tense in his hands and tightened them as if afraid the man would pull away like he had earlier that evening. Finally he said the only truth that he could think of.

“I’ve been yours for a long time now.” He felt Kakashi breathe a sigh of relief before pulling back to look into his dark eyes, searching for truth in the words. Not sure of how to convince the seemingly insecure man about his feelings he lifted himself on his toes and pressed his lips to Kakashi’s in complete adoration. Kakashi remained rooted in shock at both his question and Iruka’s response. He felt the teacher’s lips pulling at his lower lip for a response but it still seemed unreal. The lips formed words and Kakashi felt the vibrations of them against his mouth.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, years and years. And not just this amazing body of yours, I wanted to know you. Your thoughts, your heart, you secrets,” a dark and caressed the sharp, pale jaw, “I want it all.” Finally the slim body responded to his brain and Kakashi tightened his grip around the muscular waist and pulled them into the warmth of the water. His lips moved against the chuunin’s, tasting the younger man as their tongues slid sensually together. Kakashi pulled back and admired the younger man’s face, flushed with desire.

“It’s late, or early depending on how you look at it, and you have to teach in the morning. You should get to bed.” Iruka pulled back and looked at Kakashi incredulously.

“What?! After all that you just want to go to bed?” Dark hands clutched to the pale, lithe frame as if the jounin would slip away if he released his hold. Kakashi dropped his head to the bronze neck and sucked and one of the streams of water that were sliding down the cinnamon skin.

“Did you mean what you said?” Iruka nodded and pressed his face into Kakashi’s hair. “Then we have all the time in the world.” Smiling into the silver spikes the chocolate head nodded again. Pulling back and pecking the full, dark lips the older man turned off the water. “Let’s dry off and go to bed.” Kakashi towel dried Iruka’s dark hair and followed him to the bedroom pausing at the door.

“Do you want me to go?” The dark brown eyes widened in shock before a smirk slid onto the handsome, brown face.

“Yeah, just try to leave. I dare you.” Kakashi smiled and crawled into bed beside Iruka.

“Just making sure.” He tugged his mask back up an adjusted the scarf he’d tied over his sharingan eye. Iruka looked at him curiously.

“Ah, I’m so used to sleeping with the mask on; I don’t really sleep well without it.” Iruka smiled and tightened his arm around the older nin, tangling their legs together and tucking his head under Kakashi’s chin, their positions very similar to the night Kakashi had spent holding him when Mizuki had tried to break down his door.

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Beeeeeeep

Beeeeeeep

Beeeeeeep

Iruka groped blindly for his alarm clock. His hand finally finding it, he smiled contently as it shattered when he threw it across the room and snuggled back into the comfort of his bed. He was still very tired and wanted to slip back into the wonderful dream he’d been having.

“Who knew you were so grumpy in the morning.” Iruka sat bolt up right and looked down at the man beside him. Kakashi stretched lazily and smirked up at the chuunin who was gaping in shock at him.

“I was the one who was drinking last night, why are you so surprised?” Iruka continued to gape at him and the copy nin slid his hand onto the dark stomach.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Iruka nodded slowly, still looking far from okay.

“I…I thought I was dreaming.” Without asking permission he yanked down the dark mask and pressed his lips to Kakashi’s moaning in delight when the lanky arms encircled him. Dark hands slid into the silver silk and gripped tightly while larger, pale hands gently slid up and down the broad back. Finally breaking the kiss Iruka gazed into the grey eye in wonder.

“You’re still here. I’m awake and you’re still here.” Kakashi pulled the shorter man on top of him and smiled.

“I’m not going anywhere. You on the other hand…” He lightly swatted Iruka’s ass and playfully pushed him, “have to go to work.” Iruka groaned and collapsed back onto his lover.

“Uhhhgh, can’t I call in sick?” Kakashi smirked and rolled Iruka out of the bed, the younger man falling to the floor with a thump and a string of curses. Kakashi lay on his stomach and poked his head over the side of the bed.

“Nope. If you start that people will think I’m corrupting you. Now get dressed, I’m going back to sleep.” Iruka smirked and sat up, gently pressing his lips to Kakashi’s who foolishly let his guard down. In a swift motion the chuunin pulled the jounin out of the bed and on top of him. They rolled around on the floor for a couple of minutes like children before Iruka pinned Kakashi beneath him but seeing as how he was straddling the pale hips, the older man decided that this was alright. He tucked his arms behind his head and gazed up at the beautiful man above him. Iruka shifted his weight forward and wiggled his ass in the air teasingly making Kakashi groan.

“You,” he said reaching up and lightly smacking the ass again, “are more trouble than I am. Now come on. Shower.” The younger man pouted.

“We showered last night. Don’t we have time for some fun this morning?” Kakashi grinned at the sulking chuunin.

“How would I know? You smashed the alarm clock, remember?” Iruka grunted in response and grudgingly stood up, pulling Kakashi to his feet too. “So how often do you smash your alarm clocks like that?” Iruka shrugged.

“Uh, three or four times a month.” Kakashi chuckled and followed the teacher into the main room.

“Doesn’t that get expensive?” Iruka shrugged again.

“Like the shower, it’s worth every penny. There’s nothing more satisfying than when that alarm clock just-SHIT!”

“You’re alarm clock shits?” Iruka rushed past him into the bedroom.

“NO! I’m late. Shit, shit, shit! I didn’t do my grading! I didn’t plan a lesson! Fuck! Shit! Bitch! Whore! Bastard! Mother fucking, ass licking cunt!” Kakashi gaped as Iruka darted from one position to another, cursing a blue streak.

“Easy there, sailor! Teach your students with that mouth?” He gripped the dark shoulders halting the frantic teacher. “Get dressed and I’ll get your bag. Don’t worry about the marking and I’ll help you plan a lesson on the way there.” Iruka paused, his face flushed from rushing. He stared for a moment at the jounin, his breath coming in light pants of panic, before he pulled the older man into a kiss so forceful it hurt.

“Thanks,” he whispered before rushing back into bedroom and throwing on a clean uniform. He moved into the bathroom and tied up his hair while simultaneously brushing his teeth. It was lucky that Kakashi was here. Of course he wouldn’t be exhausted, unprepared and late if he hadn’t been. Of course he’d be depressed and anxious to the point of nausea if they hadn’t gotten together last night. On the other hand he wouldn’t have been anxious or depressed if Kakashi hadn’t had to leave on that mission.

‘Wow. I thought all that in the time that it took me to brush my top row of teeth. I have to stop hanging out with Rei. I’m turning into a woman!’ He finished brushing his teeth and stepped back into the main room to find Kakashi pulling on his unbuttoned shirt, the teacher’s bag and a piece of fruit on the table beside him. Iruka watched the strong, pale hands do up the two bottom buttons before launching himself forward and attaching his mouth onto the slim, partly covered chest. The jounin grunted in surprise as he fell back into the wall, cradling the younger man’s head protectively. He moaned as the aggressive mouth latched onto one of his nipples. Gripping the dark locks he arched his body into the ravaging lips.

“Nnnnh! Ah, a-aren’t you late?” The comment only seemed to spur the teacher on as the dark hands tore open the shirt sending the two clasped buttons flying. Nails raked over the pale torso and the taller body writhed in delighted surprise at how dominant the usually shy man was behaving. He gasped as the hot mouth slid down his chest to just above the top of his pants which were slowly undone as the sinful tongue slid over his abs and hips.

“Aaah! Oh gods!” The dark lips slid onto his treasure trail and followed it down to the waist of his boxers, teasing the jounin as the elastic was stretched to give the lips more room to move. Giving up on trying to be a good influence Kakashi leaned down and captured the exploring mouth in a quick kiss before moving to Iruka’s door and performing a summoning jutsu.

Pakkun looked up at his master who was standing in the doorway of a residence he didn’t know, but had a familiar smell, with his shirt hanging off him and his pants undone.

“Yo! What’s up boss?”

“Tell the school that Iruka-sensei won’t be coming in today.” The dog cocked its head in curiosity.

“Is that whose place this is? How long has this been going on?”

“Pakkun…”

“And since when am I your errand boy? I’m a nin dog; this is degrading!”

“Pakkun…”

“And what am I supposed to tell them?”

“PAKKUN!” Kakashi was now asserting himself as the alpha male, his voice a deadly growl. “Tell them he’s sick. Tell them he needed a personal day. Tell them I’m fucking him into the mattress. I don’t care; just go now before I make myself a pug skin hat!” The small dog’s eye twitched in mirth.

“Sure thing, boss.” The door promptly slammed in his scrunched face. ‘You did say fucking him into the mattress was an option to say. Oh I’m so bad!’ The dog trotted off towards the school trying to decide between screwing the jounin over royally or eating steak for a month.

Kakashi walked back into the main room where Iruka was still on his knees. He scooped the younger man up under his arms and slid a hand down the muscular, covered back, grasping the firm ass as legs wrapped around his waist. He carried the man, who was now sucking on his neck savagely, into the bed room and collapsed to the bed with Iruka on top of him.

“So, where were we?”

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Kakashi stared up at the taught body ridding him into oblivion, in awe. This was their third time in two hours. None of them had been short sets either. They had pretty much had five minutes of downtime in between mind blowing, earth shattering fuck sessions. Iruka’s white teeth tugged at his bruised lip, their pants caressing each other’s mouths and cheeks. The brown hands disentangled themselves from his silver hair and slid over his hands that were guiding the hips that were slamming down onto him. One of the hands guided his up the muscular back and then back down, Iruka’ nails digging into Kakashi’s hand and the chuunin’s own back. Iruka moaned in ecstasy, swinging his hips as he impaled himself on the older nin’s shaft.

The second hand was pushed up the tan stomach and chest. Iruka guided the fingers of the hand to his mouth, his half lidded, lusty eyes focused on Kakashi’s as he expertly massaged the digits with his tongue.

The scarecrow watched, enraptured, as the fingers slid in and out of the searing mouth, the hungry teeth nipping the callused skin. The visual he was getting was almost as incredible as the sensations that racked his body. Iruka’s hips swung and twisted with every downward stroke, the tight ring of muscles contracting around him when the bundle of nerves was brushed and the younger man screamed in bliss.

Iruka slid Kakashi’s hand back down his chest to his leaking member. He threw his head back and closed his eyes when their hands touched his painful erection. He curled his fingers over the jounin’s on his back, digging them into his flesh a little more forcefully.

“Oh yes! Oh gods, yes! More, ‘Kashi. Ah!” He abandoned the pale hand that was now biting into his shoulder blade to run it up the sweat soaked stomach beneath him, their combined grips still slowly fisting him. His free hand then swiped the top of his cock and brought a pearl of precum to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste himself before he slid the fingers down his chin and neck, smearing the salty fluid into his skin.

“Mmmm. Wanna taste?” Kakashi’s hips bucked at the proposition making them both moan. Iruka gathered more precum on his fingers and leaned forward leaving the older nin’s hand to stroke him as he wrapped his arm under the pale shoulders. He brought the fingers in front of the uncovered, thin lips pulling them back teasingly as Kakashi tried to take them into his mouth. Growling the silver haired man stretched his pale neck towards the fingers, licking his lips hungrily. Iruka pulled his lover’s torso off the bed towards him, allowing the searching tongue a quick taste before licking the rest off with his own pink tongue. Kakashi growled and thrust his tongue into the chuunin’s mouth, the cum rolling between the two tongues making them both shiver at the taste. Iruka mewled as Kakashi’s grip on his back pinched his skin and he increased the speed of his strokes.

“Ah…I’m…ah…yes…so close!” He grabbed the pale hand that was fisting him and wound it forcefully in his hair, screaming in rapture when the jounin tightened his grip.

The older man’s head dropped to the tan neck and lapped at the drying semen that his lover had spread there.

“Touch yourself, Iruka. I want you to cum all over me.” Feeling the vibrations of the moan of compliance against his lips Kakashi returned to licking and biting the exposed jugular, Iruka’s hand sliding between their stomachs as the hips continued to slam together.

“I’m gonna cum. Oh gods. ‘Kashi. Ah!” The jounin began to thrust upward mercilessly, his hands clutching the skin and hair even tighter, tight heat coiling in his abdomen when Iruka released a zealous scream.

“Oh fuck yeah! Oh! Yes! KAKASHI!” The jounin bellowed as the walls of Iruka’s ass clenched around him milking his orgasm as the chuunin’s seed spilled between them. They rode out their orgasms for seemingly an eternity before collapsing onto the bed, completely drained.

“Ah…that…was…the…be-ah…best…sex…of…my life!” Iruka panted, trying to catch his breath.

“M-mine…too.” He trailed his fingers over the chuunin’s back where their hands had irritated the skin. Iruka shivered and pressed his lips to the jounin’s shoulder.

“If… you…don’t…stop…that I’m…I’m gonna…get hard…again.” Kakashi groaned and pulled the younger man to his chest laying feather light kisses over the dark face.

“So…are…whew! Are you going to tell me what…brought all that on? Not that I’m complaining, b-but you were getting ready for work one second and then trying to work me to death the next.” Iruka smiled languidly into the pale shoulder.

“Mmm, you got me breakfast.” The mismatched eyes widened in surprise.

“Are you serious? Again, I’m not complaining, but all I did was grab you an apple. We may have a problem if this is what happens every time I’m considerate.” Iruka rolled on top of him and slid down the pale body until his face was over Kakashi’s navel. His tongue began to dip into the washboard abs and Kakashi moaned.

“Oh gods. ‘Ruka, I don’t think even you can get me up again right now.” His hips bucked as the tongue slid down over his sensitive member which immediately sprang to life. Iruka grinned up at him.

“You were saying?”

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“And then he said ‘My body moved on its own.’ What the hell does that even mean?!” Mizuki hid his eye roll as he sat once again at Ichiraku’s with Naruto. It was his lunch break and he had hoped that Iruka would have been here with the blonde but no such luck. The teacher hadn’t come in to school today. It was possible, if not probable that he had skipped his class to avoid him. What had happened yesterday had been confusing. Scratch that, yesterday had been completely fucked. For one brief moment Iruka had been his again. Maybe with a bit more work he could win the teacher back.

“And then Teme was okay. So we stayed until the bridge was finished and they said they would name it after me! Can you believe it?” Mizuki groaned internally. The blonde had been talking for forty-five minutes straight. He couldn’t fake being nice for much longer.

“And then Kakashi-sensei made us run almost the whole way back. We were exhausted. I think he was worried about Iruka-sensei but I told him that you were looking after him. So how is Iruka-sensei? I haven’t seen him since I got back. Did he get hurt while I was gone?”

“Uh, no, Naruto. He didn’t. I took good care of him like I said I would.” The blonde grinned at the teacher.

“Wow! That’s great. Thanks so much Mizuki-sensei. I was really worried about him.” Mizuki rubbed his chin in a contemplative manner.

“Funny how no one bothered him while Kakashi was out of town.” Naruto choked on a mouthful of ramen and gaped at the silver haired chuunin.

You mean…”

“Nah, I’m just thinking out loud here. Probably just a coincidence.” The blonde clutched his stomach suddenly feeling queasy.

“Look kid, I have to get back to the academy.”

“Oh! Well could you tell Iruka-sensei that I’ll be stopping in to see him later?” Mizuki scowled.

“No. He didn’t come to class today. Said he was sick…right after Kakashi got home.” Naruto blanched and pushed his third, half finished bowl of ramen away from him, suddenly not hungry. The sound of quickly approaching footsteps and a squeal of excitement drew his attention to a brunette civilian who was dashing towards them.

“Mizu! Ow ow ow!” Rei skidded up to them, sliding on her bad foot. “Oh my god! I have crazily exciting news.” She settled on the teacher’s lap, bouncing in enthusiasm. “Sweetheart and Kakashi hooked up last night!” The man’s pale jaw dropped and his eye’s looked like they were about to pop out of his head. “I know! Crazy, huh? I thought Iruka would never get his head out of his a-.”

“Iruka-sensei?!” Rei looked at Naruto for the first time, glared lightly at the interruption, before turning back to Mizuki.

“Okay, so Kakashi got home yesterday and then a few hours later he’s in the Shuriken drinking like a fish. Then Sweetheart comes in. I think they had some kind of fight or something. Anyway with a little pushing from yours truly, they got it on!! No word of a lie! I walked in on them getting redressed. I’m so excited for them. Have you seen them together? They’re adorable! Was Iruka extra stuttery and blushing today?” Mizuki finally closed his mouth and forced his tongue to form words.

“He didn’t come in today.” The woman bounced a little more forcefully in his lap.

“HE PLAYED HOOKY!! Oh Kami! I have to go tease him! Oh, but will Kakashi be there? Do I dare risk-?”

“Wait a minute! You know Iruka-sensei?” Rei looked at the blonde again like he was interrupting a meeting of the Kages.

“Uh, yeah. Who are you? Mizu, who is this kid?”

“This is Naruto. He’s one of Kakashi’s genin.”

“Well if he’s one of Kakashi’s kids why is he asking about Sweethear-wait a sec. Naruto? Uzumaki Naruto?” The blonde waited for the typical disgusted reaction, his eyes bugging out comically when she grinned and shook his hand vigorously. “Oh the gods! I’m Rei. Iruka talks about you incessantly! I can’t believe this is the first time we’ve met. For years I’ve heard about you. Every time Sweetheart was going to bring me to meet you something always came up.”

“Uh…it’s… nice to meet you? Now what is going on with Iruka-sensei?” She smiled at Naruto sweetly.

“He’s very fond of you, you know. Thinks of you like a son. He’s seeing Kakashi now…I think. He better be because if that jounin breaks his heart I’ll find a way to destroy him that is an embarrassing as it is painful! But I digress. It’s a good thing. Really. They’re so sweet. I’ve been working on trying to get them together since before your team left. Okay, I’m off to find them and annoy to the best of my abilities. Oh, sorry if I scarred you emotionally kid. See ya Mizu.” With a quick peck to the chuunin’s cheek she raced off towards Iruka’s building leaving a traumatized Naruto and irate Mizuki behind her.

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Kakashi walked unsteadily to the table and sat down; inhaling the spicy sent of the tea that Iruka had placed there for him. The teacher was on the couch grading the papers that he’d neglected as if they hadn’t just spent four hours ravaging each other senseless. Kakashi was exhausted. He’d only ever felt this spent when he’d used his sharingan to much and drained his chakra almost completely. He took a small sip of the tea which seemed to pour relaxation into his tired muscles before glancing at the teacher again. Iruka had a pair of frameless glasses on and was chewing absentmindedly on the end of his pen while reading one of the stacks of papers. The jounin’s cock twitched at the inadvertently sexy display. The full, dark lips closing and unclosing around the blue writing instrument reminded him of the amazing blow job he’d received just two hours before. And the other one two hours before that.

The count was now Kakashi seven and Iruka five. The chuunin had been eager to keep the marathon going and had serviced the older nin twice without receiving reimbursement. Maybe that made the score Iruka seven and Kakashi five. The jounin abandoned his line of thinking when Iruka tucked a chunk of hair that had fallen into his face behind his ear and exposed the addictive look of concentration that settled on the glorious face. Kakashi smirked as Iruka groaned and pulled out a red pen and started furiously marking up the page.

The jounin was content to watch the adorable display until Iruka scratched the scar on his nose and readjusted his glasses. That simple, casual action was enough to push Kakashi up on his wobbly legs and over to the couch where he began drawing lazy circles on the teacher’s bare back with his fingers. Iruka smirked at him over the top of his lenses and set aside his work.

“Is there something I can help you with Kakashi-san?” he purred submissively. The jounin cocked his head and thought about all the ways he could take advantage of this moment.

“Acutally, Iruka-sensei, I was working on the essay you assigned and needed a break so I thought I’d come visit my favorite teacher.” The younger man grinned at the role playing jounin, falling into step immediately.

“Very well, ‘Kakshi-kun. You know I love to get visitors. I do however have a lot of work to do today.” The deadly jounin pouted like a petulant five year old and ran a hand up the inside of Iruka’s thigh.

“Are you saying you don’t have time for a visit?” Iruka gasped and lifted his hips searching for more friction against his groin.

“Well…I…always make time…for my students…if they…need me…” Kakashi chuckled at the irony of the statement on a day when the teacher hand stayed home from class to have sex.

“Actually Sensei, right now I think it’s you who needs me.”

Ten Minute Later

Kakashi seven, Iruka six. Or was that Iruka seven and Kakas- whatever. Iruka smirked up at his lover through is skewed glasses.

“That was very good, ‘Kashi-kun. I’d give you a B plus for performance and an A plus for effort.” Kakashi pouted again.

“A B plus? But Sensei…”

“I guess you’ll just have to keep practicing.” The jounin leaned down to kiss his lover again when a knock at the door startled them both. Iruka jumped up and pulled on a pair of pants from his bedroom.

“Just a second.” The knocking continued. “I’m coming, just a second.” Kakashi chuckled and whispered huskily.

“No, you just came.” Iruka shot an amused glance over his shoulder at Kakashi who was disappearing into the bedroom. Iruka’s smile faded when he opened the door to see Ibiki looking both menacing and grim.

“Ibiki-san, what are you-?”

“The Hokage wants to see you. Now.” Iruka swallowed thickly and nodded.

“Uh, yeah. Can I get dressed first?” The master interrogator grunted and Iruka closed the door before dashing into his room.

“I have to go. I’ll be back in a bit.” The jounin sat up on the bed, concerned with the tension in his lover’s voice.

“Is everything okay?” Iruka nodded though he looked very pale. He pulled on his uniform quickly and secured his hiatai on his forehead.

“Yeah. The Hokage wants to see me. I’ll be back soon.” Kakashi launched himself off the bed and caught the shorter man’s hand. He tenderly wrapped Iruka up in his arms and stroked the dark cheek with the back of his hand.

“Relax. It’s probably nothing. Try to wipe that guilty look off your face. You haven’t done anything wrong.” Iruka sighed in relief and stood for a moment in the warmth and safety of Kakashi’s embrace before setting out with the frightening, elite jounin towards the Hokage tower.

Kakashi fell back on the bed and sighed. They hadn’t done anything wrong. Well, except for Iruka neglecting his duties for the day but how bad was that, really? Iruka was dedicated, hard working and probably hadn’t taken a holiday in years. What was one day in the grand scheme of things? He turned on his side, his stomach churning with guilt.

“It’ll be fine.” He said aloud to convince himself. Another knock at the door made him push himself off the bed. He really didn’t know if he should open the door seeing as how Iruka wasn’t home but it couldn’t hurt for the word to spread that they were together. He pulled up his mask and slid on his pants before opening the door to see a very smug Rei grinning at him.

‘Damn! I knew I shouldn’t have opened it.’

“Kakashi! What a surprise.” She didn’t sound surprised in the least.

“Iruka’s not here. You just missed him.” She side stepped him and walked into the kitchen.

“Awwww. Too bad. I heard he wasn’t feeling well so I brought him some soup.” She held up a bag of take out. “I guess he must be feeling all better now.” There was that damn smile again.

“So why are you really here?” She smirked at his lack of bullshit.

“I just came over to tease the hell out of him, but since he’s not here I’ll have to settle for you.” Kakashi gritted his teeth.

“You do know how easily I can kill you, right?” She grinned a little wider and sat down at the table.

“Come on. I brought lunch!” She patted the table in front of his cold cup of tea. He swallowed his rage, remembering that she was Iruka’s best friend and grudgingly sat down.

“So,” she began opening the Styrofoam containers of soup and tempura, “how was your night?” He groaned and slumped back in his chair, refusing to answer her.

“So…how was he?” Kakashi shot the woman a death glare and crossed his arms over his chest. “Okay, okay. Relax old man. I’m just yanking your chain. Besides, I already know it was amazing or he wouldn’t have played hooky. Aren’t you going to eat?”

“No.” She quirked an eyebrow.

“Why not? You don’t have to worry. I couldn’t find any truth serum so it’s not drugged or anything.” She chuckled but her smile quickly disappeared when he still didn’t begin eating.

“What?” Kakashi pointed to his mask and Rei rolled her eyes. “Like I care about what you look like. Iruka is my best friend and he’s seeing you so can we at least try to get along? Besides, do you think either of you would have gotten together without my not-so-subtle pushing?” Kakashi didn’t grace her with a response but he had to admit that she had been helpful.

“Here, I brought eggplant.” She held the container up beside her Cheshire grin. Grimacing he snatched the container from her hands and grabbed a pair of chopsticks.

“So how well do you know Sweetheart?” The ninja shrugged and eyed her carefully as he yanked his mask down and back up again in a fraction of a second.

“I dunno…I know ‘nough I guess.” He mumbled with a mouthful of food.

“Hmph. You think so, huh? Well…good luck!” Kakashi slipped another piece of eggplant into his mouth before looking at her as she stirred her miso soup.

“Whadaya mean?” She looked at him over her raised spoon.

“He’s a complicated one. I mean, I know he doesn’t seem that way but he’s got depth…and layers.” Kakashi set down his container and snapped at her.

“What the hell are you talking about?” She looked at him in shock.

“You don’t really think that sweet, innocent teacher mask he puts on is all there is to him, do you?” The older man snorted in distain.

“Of course not. But…what exactly are you talking about?”

“You really don’t know him at all, do you?” Kakashi shifted uncomfortably. “Well don’t worry. He’s not crazy or anything. He just has a few quirks. Something tells me you understand that.” She eyed his mask as she finished off her soup. “He has some trust issues. People think that he trusts blindly and that’s not far from true but if you ever betray him, he’ll never forget it. Never. Like NEVER! Sure he pretends everything is fine but underneath his smile there will always this layer of…I don’t know. I’ve never betrayed him but when you’ve known him as long as I have, you see it.” Kakashi gave a noncommittal grunt, not wanting her to know how interested he was.

“And he loves to know that someone’s backing him up. I mean, he’s not a chicken or anything. He’s one of the bravest people I know, but it means a lot for him to know that someone is willing to take a couple of hits for him without being asked…and I’m not talking about physical hits. This one time when we were kids Iruka pulled this masterful prank. He worked out this set of tripwires so that when someone walked into it they got covered in mud. But it wasn’t just mud. It was this foul sludge that we hauled out of one of the bogs. So this team of young ANBU were the poor suckers who walked into the trap.”

Kakashi smirked under his mask as he remembered Ibiki walking into the hidden ANBU meeting place covered in the most disgusting, wretched, snot coloured mess along with several other team members.

“So they spring the trap, which if they had been paying attention they would have or rather should have seen. So this team captain catches Sweetheart and is just screaming at him. Not wanting him to take all the blame I slink up beside him and slide my hand in his, both of us staring down this raging bull who seemed to loose some of his steam when there were two of us to scream at. Plus I had the distinction of being a troublesome civilian where as the ANBU could holler himself hoarse at Iruka who was a genin at the time.” Rei wiped away the tears of mirth that had gathered in the corners of her eyes.

“There were like five of us that set the prank up, Sweetheart was the mastermind of course, but only I stepped up to share the punishment. We ended up picking up garbage around the village for a month and were best friends after that. Everyone thought we were joined at the hip and destined to get married.” She snorted and pulled a piece of tempura out, munching on it absentmindedly. “But we were way to close by the time I was sixteen that there was absolutely no spark at all. He was like my girlfriend…uh…like a female friend and I was one of the guys. We’re far more like brother and sister to ever be in love. Plus he’s gay, and not wishy washy like me. So again, don’t worry.” Kakashi nodded thoughtfully.

“So…if he just got dragged to the Hokage tower to get yelled at for ditching work today I should probably be there, shouldn’t I?” Rei dropped her stick of tempura and gapped at him.

“Holy shit! Go now. If you want a serious in, go go go!” She shoved him towards the door, which, because he was sitting, meant she pushed him out of his chair to the floor. He scrambled up, glared at her and threw on the rest of his uniform.

“Uh, thanks,” He mumbled and she smiled broadly at him.

“No worries. Just take good care of him and you can ask me about almost anything. Now go! I’ll lock up.” She pulled out her keys and shoved him out the door.

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Iruka sat in one of the chairs outside of Tsunade’s office listening as she threw things at some poor jounin who had failed on an easy mission.

“Well, it sounds like she’s in a good mood.” Ibiki smirked down at the chuunin who was wringing his hands anxiously. He had forgiven Iruka along time ago but it was still fun to watch the chuunin squirm. It had taken him four days to get the smell out of his hair. The door opened and an empty sake bottle smashed on the wall behind them.

“GET OUT!” A jounin Iruka recognized from the mission’s office flew out of the room, sending Iruka a pitying looks as he passed.

“Okay, you’re next.” Ibiki smiled a little wider when the chuunin got to his feet and took a deep shuddering breath before heading into the lion’s den.

“Hehehe, good luck!”

Tsunade was behind her desk which was covered in stacks of papers. She shook and empty bottle of sake, growled and knocked one of the stacks off the desk. Shizune scrambled to pick them up while Tonton berated the Hokage. Tsunade’s fiery eyes glanced up at Iruka who shrunk under her gaze.

“TALK!” He shrunk a little more at her command.

“Uh…talk about what, Tsunade-sama?”

“I was lenient before but now you’re missing work again. Are you injured?” Iruka shifted uncomfortably.

“Uh, no. Not exactly.”

“Then what the hell is going on? Why weren’t you at your class today?” Iruka remained silent and the irritable hokage snapped.

“Tell me everything. NOW!”

“That really won’t be necessary Lady Tsunade. It’s my fault Iruka didn’t go to work today.” The room’s occupants all looked to the window as Kakashi stepped into the room.

“What do you want, Brat?” Tsunade was on her feet now, her fists clenched, deadly blue chakra surrounding them. Kakashi sidled up to Iruka and entwined their fingers, squeezing his lover’s hand reassuringly.

“I got in late from my mission last night and…uh…kept Iruka up to late. He kept trying to get me to leave but I really needed to…uh…talk.” She eyed them suspiciously.

“Why are you limping Kakashi?”

“I think I pulled a muscle on the mission and-.”

“Stop. Lying!” She hissed through her teeth.

“Okay. Sorry. Look, it is my fault that Iruka wasn’t at work today. I apologize. We were…uh…” He glanced at the chuunin who was staring up at him in awed adoration.

“We really needed a day and he didn’t know when I was getting back into town. It won’t happen again.” Kakashi didn’t stop looking at Iruka, who looked so beautiful, his dark eyes sparkling with gratitude.

“Iruka?” Tsunade’s voice, laced with concern, drew both their attentions. “Is what you told me before still the truth?” Iruka’s brow furrowed in confusion before the kunochi’s eyes darted to Kakashi.

“Oh! Yes. Definitely! More so now then before.” She looked at their clasped hands and smiled.

“Then…congratulation. But you both better be in shape to work tomorrow!!” They smiled and nodded before she dismissed them and they rushed from the room. Iruka pulled Kakashi into an empty room and yanked down his mask, mauling the incredibly sore jounin.

“Oh Kami! I can’t believe you just did that!” He latched his mouth onto Kakashi’s, winding his hands in the silver hair and almost wrenching the tall man’s head off. Kakashi grunted and lifted the chuunin off the floor to lessen the stress on his neck. Iruka finally pulled back breathless, nipped at the older man’s chin.

“Let’s go back to my place and see if we can set some kind of record.” Kakashi started to protest before he thought about it, shrugged and nodded, following the absolutely edible chuunin out the door.

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Kakashi: THANK YOU!!

Me: You’re welcome… ‘Kashi-kun. Hehehe.

Kakashi: Hey, you wrote it. And again…thank you!

Me: I’m glad you enjoyed yourself…cuzthehoneymoon’sover.

Kakashi: What! We just got together! I hate you!!

Me: Okay, keep your pants on perv, Iruka’s not here. I’ll try not to be too hard on you next chapter…too hard…It’ll all work out eventually.

Kakashi: Don’t make me chidori your ass!

Me: EEEP! Okay. I’m outta here!