Gaffe

AN: Chapter or two remaining after this. Thank you for reading and reviewing.

Ryu Earth: Thak you.
satterb: Thanks, I'm glad you found it beautiful. I tried to show the tender love between them and not just animalistic banging. Though, there's nothing wrong with that either.
lividangel: He should realise there are consequences if you fool around with married (or otherwise committed) men.
Anise: I didn't mean it to take so long to get to the smutty parts, but you never know how long it takes things to develop.
aoh: Thanks. I tried to write how erotic and exciting it was for Kakashi, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
CkA: Thanks. Hope you like the rest of the story as well.
ReixDragon: I totally agree. Kakashi and Itachi are the only ones for Iruka, he really should understand and accept it, too. We really should write something together sometime.
mizukiruhoh: Yeah, I'll finish this story, I promise. I just seems to take more time than I expected. Maybe its because I don't want to let go of it just yet...
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Kakashi shifted uncomfortably. He tried to turn to his left side, but something was blocking him. Slowly he became aware of the tightening of his shoulder muscles. It was unkindly waking him up.

“You're finally awake?” Iruka's soft voice asked.

Kakashi opened his eyes. His left arm was completely numb; moving it felt like the limb didn't belong to him. “Good morning.” He answered giving Iruka a light kiss. Gentle fingers moved on the jounin's chest painting invisible, cryptic figures on the skin. He didn't want to move, it was wonderful to feel the brunette pressing against him. A perfect morning.

Three sharp taps on the bedroom window brought the copy-nin back from his thoughts. Damn it, not now! Iruka looked startled, clearly he wasn't used to get urgent messages.

“It's probably for me.” Kakashi landed a soft kiss on the chuunin's head before fishing his mask from the floor, putting his pants on and drawing the curtains aside.

A dark figure clad more or less in the typical jounin attire with additional bandages around his legs and wrists. Kakashi sighed, he already knew what it was about. How did they know I was here? He opened the window.

“The Godaime wants to see you.” The man said and with that he was gone.

The copy-nin closed the window. He passed his hand through his wiry, grey hair, knowing he should hurry. Reluctantly Kakashi turned around and gathered the rest of his clothes from the floor.

“You should go.” Iruka's expression was soft, his eyes reflected a hint of sadness.

“Yeah, I'm sorry.” He crawled on the bed, lowered his mask and kissed the teacher softly. He didn't want to go. Once, he had enjoyed missions, welcomed them. Not like he wanted to get killed or hurt, but to know he was protecting the village and all those he held dear. Now, he got someone who was more important than anyone before and he wanted nothing more than to lay on the bed, holding Iruka close. Still, he had to do what was right.

Swiftly the jounin pushed himself off the bed and was already at the door when he heard the chuunin's words, “Be careful, and come back to me soon”.


The sky was clear, the first stars twinkled on the velvety blue, darkening sky. The night would be cold. Gravel creaked softly under the standard issue shinobi shoes. The world was covered in a thin layer of feathery light snow. A week had passed since the Fifth had sent Kakashi to capture an escaped prisoner. The criminal was A-rank and the mission should have been over in three days most, but the escapee had been fast. Kakashi had made long days tracking him down, swallowing his food without biting and sleeping less than was healthy. Due to fatigue the fight hadn't been an easy one.

“You look terrible. Long mission?” A bearded jounin had stepped out from a flower store.

“Yeah. Were you buying flowers for Kurenai?” Kakashi nodded towards the store behind Asuma.

“Something like that. Are you heading home?”

“Yes. I'm in a desperate need of a shower and lots of sleep.”

“I can imagine. I'm going to the same direction.” Asuma said.

After walking a block or two the older jounin broke the silence. “You've been uncommonly happy lately. Say, has it something to do with that pretty brunette you've been seen with?” Asuma said in passing.

“Could be.” Kakashi admitted.

“Uh huh, so are you two together?” A hint of disapproval, or caution, could be heard in the older man's voice.

Kakashi thought for a minute. We did have sex, or damn close if not sex, so I guess we're on a solid ground here. Kakashi had never understood how a man could insert his penis and spill his semen into any other orifice than the vagina in a woman and not call it sex. And when it came to someone he cared for, the jounin didn't see much difference between having sex and making love. It was more about the intimacy, sharing something private with a loved one, and that's exactly what he and Iruka had had.

“Yes we are.” The copy-nin answered his visible eye arcing as he smiled.

“Is it serious?” Kakashi glanced at Asuma, who seemed somewhat worried.

“More serious than anything I have ever had.” He answered solemnly.

“Congrats then, I guess.” Asuma kept his eyes forward. “Has it been going on long?”

“I guess you can say that.”

“You didn't bring him with you? I mean to the bar, last time.”

“No, I think Iruka thinks it's too early.” Smell of greasy food drifted from crowded yakitori bars. Kakashi hadn't even noticed how hungry he actually was.

“Understandable. And you don't?”

“No, why would I?” Asuma's doubting attitude was starting to irritated the copy-nin. He was tired, hungry and dirty. All he wanted to do was shower, eat and sleep, and of course, see Iruka. He hadn't seen the chuunin since the wonderful morning a week ago.

“Hey Kakashi! We're heading to Miyu's, come with us!” A voice sang from across the street. It was the same young woman as in the coffeehouse. She was drunk, giggling with her friends. In her casual clothes she looked more familiar than in her waitress's dress.

“Nah, I think I'll pass.” Kakashi tried to answer as neutrally as he could.

“Too busy to run home to your boyfriend?” She asked in a mocking tone.

Kakashi drew himself up and answered her calmly “As the matter of fact, yes”. All the five girls stopped and stared at the jounin, who continued his way without looking at them again.

“Wasn't that a bit too bold?” Asuma smirked.

“How so? I'm not ashamed of dating a man, and we did agree with Iruka not to hide our relationship.” Kakashi sighed. “Besides, it was just a throw. They can interpret it the way they want.” Asuma said nothing. Maybe he'd sensed Kakashi's aggravation and thought it better not to interfere.

Clean-shaven face and fresh clothes felt indescribably good after a week running in the woods. Kakashi sat at the kitchen table wolfing down second helpings of instant noodles. Not exactly a gourmet dinner, but enough to quiet his growling stomach. He was thinking of Iruka, contemplating whether he should pay the chuunin a quick visit, but the sleep deprivation and exhaustion were taking their toll. He had missed the man so much it had been nearly unbearable. It had been dangerous, too; one should never allow their mind to wander at missions—it could be lethal. Half dozing off, the copy-nin dropped the bowl into the sink; washing it could wait till tomorrow.

A hesitant knock came from the door. Kakashi closed his eyes for a second, he really didn't want to deal with anyone. The door opened more snappishly than the jounin had intended.

“Oh, I'm sorry to disturb, you look tired.” Iruka said apologetically.

“Ah, it's you.” Kakashi smiled, reached his hand and pulled the chuunin inside. He lowered his mask to the chin and gently kissed the side of Iruka's mouth.

“I saw the light on and, well, I haven't seen you for so long, so I thought... But you should rest.”

“I just came home, so, uhm yeah. But I'd like you to stay.” Iruka stared at Kakashi's visible eye with a firm, inspecting expression on his face.

“All right, but you have to sleep.” Kakashi nodded and smirked Like I could do anything more in this weariness.

Warm, lightly scented, slim body pressing against him, feeling skin against skin felt blissful. Kakashi had dropped off to sleep almost the instant his head had hit the pillow. The intimate closeness of Iruka had woken him from a very vivid dream pleasantly mixing the images of pleasure with the feeling of physical contact. His body had reacted; his erection was hard and ready to impale. It twitched, his hips moved ever so slightly to feel even a bit of friction against the covering fabric. His breathing was heavy. All of his over sensitive skin tingled and his muscles tensed if Iruka stirred even a little.

The jounin lay on his back. He wanted to turn to his side and pull Iruka into tight embrace, but poking the chuunin with a boner was too embarrassing even to think about. Iruka pressed more tightly against his left side. His arm wrapped around Kakashi's waist brushing gently against the head of his hardness.

“Ah,” it came out involuntarily, more like a breath than a moan.

“We can do it, if you want to.” Iruka's voice was sleepy.

The beating in Kakashi's chest got faster and stronger. Of course he wanted to! The only problem was he was too familiar with Iruka, too long they had been friends just to ask to have sex. To top it, he had never done it with a man, he had never even done it with a woman in the butt.

Hard teeth bit gently on the jounin's earlobe. “I'll visit the bathroom. Wait for me.”

Kakashi felt nervous. He was like a kid about to have his first sexual encounter. The level of arousal was far beyond usual, despite the fact Kakashi didn't know what to expect. Were they really going to do it? All the way? What was he expected to do? Should I lick him? His ass? The idea didn't seem a bit revolting. Quite the contrary, it excited him even further. But what if in his lack of experience he wouldn't be able to satisfy Iruka? No, that's just stupid. I know I'm more than able when it comes to satisfying my partner. Still, Iruka was wild. He was active and expressive, uninhibited. Unlike anything Kakashi had seen before.

“I'm ready.” Iruka leaned on the door frame. He was naked. The pale light seeping through the caps between the curtains fondled his well-defined body, accentuating his darker complexion. Kakashi swallowed. His eyes were devouring the chuunin, slowly going lower to the proudly erect length.

“Like what you're seeing?”

“Oh yeah!” Kakashi couldn't tear his eyes off the teacher, whose hands were teasingly moving up and down his body. The copy-nin's engorged manhood demanded attention, but he didn't dare to touch it for he would most certainly come.

The sexy teacher walked towards the bed deliberately, swaying his hips with each step. All Kakashi's insecurities had vanished; the only thing in his mind was how he wanted to make love to that beautiful being so seductively approaching him. With a quick movement Iruka tossed the covers to the floor exposing Kakashi's muscular, yet lean frame to the cool air. He paused for a moment and bent down, giving Kakashi a lovely view, before elegantly jumping to the bed and seating himself on Kakashi's thighs.

Using only his teeth, Iruka pulled smoothly Kakashi's boxers down. The copy-nin was lying on his back, his hands reaching down to grasp the chuunin's hair, but before they could, Iruka sat up. His fingers wound around Kakashi's throbbing hardness. They were slick and wet, feeling cold on his hot shaft. The jounin closed his eyes. Iruka's hand massaged exquisitely his weeping length before stopping at the base. Kakashi opened his dark eye. The tanned sex god embodied had risen on his knees, positioning himself on Kakashi's rigid member. Oh gods! Is this real? The tight passage was slowly opening and taking the jounin in.

“Oh fuck, you're big.” Iruka gasped.

The words were honey to Kakashi's self-esteem. The chuunin leaned forwards, supporting his weight with his hands on Kakashi's abdomen. The tight suction on Kakashi's penis made it hard to think. He gripped Iruka's hips to help the chuunin, putting aside the desire to thrust his hips up and bury himself into the awaiting, silky hotness.

The muscles around the copy-nin's manhood contracted and relaxed sucking him deeper inside. Soon he was sheathed all the way. Iruka panted softly, still leaning on his abdomen.

“A-are you alright?” Kakashi asked keeping himself as motionless as he could.

Iruka lifted his hanging head. His cheeks were adorably flushed and a weak smile crossed his face. “Yeah. Just give me a minute to get used to it.”

The jounin didn't know what to say. He just lay there waiting for a sign what to do. Slowly his hands loosened their hold on Iruka's hips and moved gently on his skin, caressing the chuunin lovingly. Leisurely they toured up the teacher's sides, up to his nipples and down along the mid-line furrow of his abdomen unhurriedly reaching his loins. Keenly observing any changes on Iruka's expression the jounin stroke gently the chuunin's erection. Palpation of his heart pounded in his ears as Iruka's head tilted back, his lips parted and a soft moan filled the heated air. The strong muscles inside the chuunin clenched around Kakashi's burning flesh, it twitched pushing against the hard, smooth walls.

“Oh gods!” Iruka moaned.

He moved his hips back and forth, rubbing himself against Kakashi. The movement was small and teasing. The jounin groaned slightly, fighting the urge to flip them around and pound into the chuunin's ass good and hard. Iruka bit his lower lip giving Kakashi a sly smile. Suddenly the allegedly shy teacher lifted himself up, nearly too up for Kakashi to stay inside him, and slammed back down taking all of Kakashi's ready-to-burst hardness in.

“You're so tight. Ah!” Kakashi gently kneaded Iruka's length covered with precum, eliciting titillating sounds from him.

The wet, soft, tight muscles ground around Kakashi's stone hard member, sucking it in, milking him into oblivion. The sweet fulfilment was near, he could feel it all over his body, hear it in his ears like an approaching waterfall. So forceful, so strong, a fight against the current carrying him towards the completion would be futile. His hand worked faster on the chuunin, hoping to bring him to climax. Iruka rode him harder, bouncing up and down, moaning as Kakashi's hardness hit the sweet spot deep inside. Then it came. All consuming, paralysing high. Drowning him in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck! Fuck me!” Iruka spasmed, squeezing around Kakashi's painfully throbbing cock.

Kakashi pinched the chuunin's nipple, pulling and twisting it as hard as he could bring himself to while stroking his erection faster with his other hand. Iruka's body convulsed shooting the hot, white liquid all over the jounin's stomach. The chuunin whined and moaned loudly. It was the most exciting, sweetest sound Kakashi had ever heard.

Sun shone through the dusty windows bathing the confined apartment in its soft light. Kakashi had slept well past noon paying his debt to the sandman. He still felt a bit drowsy and planned to stay the rest of the day at home reading or watching the TV. The kitchen cabinets were empty, excluding three packs of instant noodles. I'll order something in. It was Thursday, the apartment building was quiet. Only an elderly couple was unhurriedly walking on the otherwise empty street.

After washing the mug and last evening's ramen bowl, Kakashi stretched himself out on the sofa. He would put a film on when he'd decided what to watch. Something happy. Last night had been incredible. He wanted to do it more, to do it properly, to give Iruka as much pleasure as he had received last night. Everything would've been so much easier if I hadn't been such a jerk back then. How could he have known what a mind blowing experience it would be to have sex with the chuunin? The jounin closed his eyes. He felt calm and utterly satiated.

Series of quick, loud and demanding knocks woke Kakashi from his doze. The clock on the kitchen wall told it was already half past three in the afternoon. He scratched his head and yawned, the pounding at the door continued without a pause.

Kakashi opened the door holding back another huge yawn by clenching his teeth. The instant the lock clicked the door was pulled all the way open and a bewildered academy teacher rushed in, closing the door behind him with a bang.

“You told them?” Iruka demanded before Kakashi could say anything. His eyes blazed in a mixture of fury and panic.

“Well, yeah. I thought we agreed not to hide it.” The copy-nin scratched the back of his head completely dumbfound.

“Uh huh, but not hiding doesn't mean telling everyone.” The chuunin paced up and down the pattered carpet.

“What I was supposed to do?” Kakashi tried to sound apologetic, though he didn't quite understand what he had done wrong. “Asuma asked me a straight question, should I have lied?” I didn't think Asuma would tell anyone.

“No. But, I don't know. If you're totally open about a gay-relationship people start talking.” The anger had faded slightly from his voice.

“Well let them. I don't care.” And he really didn't.

“Really? Mister 'I'm not a fucking faggot'.” The mocking tone could not be misunderstood.

“I've done a lot of introspection since then, and really, I do not care.” Kakashi said as resolutely as he could.

“But I do.” The same old sadness was stepping in.

“People will gossip for a while, so what? They'll stop eventually and adjust.” The jounin stepped closer, his hands slid lovingly from Iruka's shoulders to his arms and to his hands.

“Yeah, and then everyone will know.”

“Oh, you mean like Naruto?” Kakashi thought he was finally getting what it was all about. “He deserves more credit than you're giving him. Have you ever seen a shinobi less prejudiced than Naruto? I think he would only be happy for us.”

For a long moment they stood still; Iruka watching at their joined hands and Kakashi trying to read the sorrowful expression on the chuunin's face. Suddenly he stepped away from Kakashi crossing his arms and averting the jounin's gaze. This is not good. Kakashi waited fearing the worst.

“Otake-san came to see me today. He was there when you announced our relationship to the whole village.” The anger was surfacing again.

Thinking back his return from the mission there had been someone on the other side of the road as the girls had asked Kakashi to go with them. A man had stood leaning on a grey, parged wall watching the jounins. Back then the copy-nin had thought nothing of it, the village was full of people anyway, but now he couldn't believe he hadn't recognized him. How many times had he watched the man leave with Iruka? Otake Keitaro. So Asuma didn't tell anyone. Kakashi was staring to hate the guy.

“Okay, I'm confused. Are you angry because of me telling the girls or because Otake heard it?” The words came more accusingly than he had meant. Iruka continued avoiding any eye contact and didn't answer the question. Kakashi breathed deep. I have to calm down.

“So what are you saying?” The jounin asked quietly. He was fisting his right hand, ready to punch it through the plasterboard wall.

“He's not going back together with his wife.”

Kakashi didn't say anything. His throat felt like sandpaper, his mouth dry as the Sahara. Oh gods, please Iruka, don't do this!

“He asked me to be his lover. He's moving to an apartment near the academy, he asked me to move with him.” Iruka's voice was frighteningly strong and even.

“And?” You told him to go to hell!

“I told him I'd think about it.”

“I see.” A cold hand had gone through Kakashi's chest, taken a tight grip on his heart and was squeezing it steadily the warm muscle bulging between its fingers. Any minute now, the fascia covering the dark red flesh would tear and the insides would explode leaving a bloody mess where his heart used to be. So this was all just an act. Just something to fill the void the ending of their relationship had left. And now it's over. Iruka will go back to him.