The Copy Ninja

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Epilogue

Sometimes, Kakashi looked at him in just such a way, and he knew the man was remembering. Remembering how they'd met, remembering his own mortality, remembering that someday he wouldn't come home again. Iruka hadn't known him before, but he guessed that walking to his own execution had probably changed him.

Most of the time, the remembering led to touching, and the touching led to laughter, and the laughter and touching together led to sex. There were times when there wasn't laughter, when there was just movement and friction. Times when it was urgency and speed and mind blowing orgasms. Well, there were always mind blowing orgasms, but that wasn't his point.

His point was that the times that Kakashi remembered were the times Iruka enjoyed life the most. There was always laughter. Sometimes against Iruka's will.

"I swear," he huffed, grabbing a fistful of silver hair and yanking Kakashi's mouth off his chest, "If you don't stop singing that damned song--"

"Ohhhh, the Weeple-Wobbler."

He yanked, and was rewarded with a wince. "Yes, that one. You're destroying the mood."

Kakashi's bi-colored gaze raked down his body, lingering on his erection. "I don't think so."

"When I kill you," Iruka argued, "it will kill the mood." His grip on Kakashi's hair slackened as fingers slid over his cock, doing little more than touching sensitive skin. It prickled shivers all the way up his spine, making his eyes close.

"That would put a damper on things. Unless you're into necromancy. Are you into necromancy, Iruka?"

"Necrophelia," Iruka groaned.

"Kinky."

He laughed helplessly, thrusting his hips up into the hand that still hadn't closed on him. Kakashi's mouth drifted down across his chest again, lips warm, tongue flicking out over and over. It drifted lower, a teasing line down the center of Iruka's body, hot breath making his skin damp. Lips brushed the base of his cock, a tongue flicking out over heated flesh, and softly Kakashi sing-songed, "Ooooh, the Weeple-Wobbler."

Iruka was planning some sort of horrible revenge, really, when that talented mouth closed on the head of his dick and sucked down, sending muscles spasming all the way up his spine. He dug one heel into the futon mattress and pushed up, thrusting carefully past the other man's lips. Kakashi hummed. Iruka tried not to notice the tune. He focused on the rhythm instead, pressing up, and up again, into the tight wet heat of the jounin's mouth. When a long fingered hand wrapped around one hip to hold him still he froze, shuddering as a tongue lapped at the underside of his cock.

Breathing was difficult. Iruka didn't mind. He lifted his head, watching as Kakashi's pale body moved, shadows and moonlight softening the planes and angles of his lean form. Kakashi opened his mouth and slid down, tongue flicking across testicles before tickling at the heavy vein under Iruka's cock again. Eyes, one dark and one blood red, flicked up at him. A hand smoothed down his side, down his hip, over his leg to tease at his inner thigh, gentle brushes of graceful fingertips.

"You are an evil man," Iruka managed to say in a strangled voice.

Kakashi smiled, the very picture of wickedness. "Genius." The genius lapped at the head of Iruka's dick, and while Iruka cursed and arched Kakashi purred like it was the greatest thing in the world. His very voice was like bourbon, smooth and rough all at once, sliding over Iruka's body. And every whispered word meant the brush of lips and the curl of breath over sensitized skin, making muscles quiver and his legs move restlessly. Heat coiled in Iruka's stomach, like hot kunai melting away chocolate. Slow and warm.

"You look good like that," Kakashi murmured, fingers gripping Iruka and sliding up and down his length, over silken skin.

"Good enough to eat?" The words were a panted cliché. Cliches were all he could manage.

"Mmm. You make me long for the days when I could have joined a cannibalistic tribe."

Iruka couldn't decide if he should laugh or plead for an end to Kakashi's babble.

"Of course," Kakashi continued, reaching up for the jar of lube, "we would probably start with the ugly people first, to get them out of the way. So I wouldn't have gotten to you until much later. And by then I might have been full."

"You are making no sense anymore." He lifted his knees, toes curling into the sheets.

"My genius-speak is just above you."

"High in the sky?" He watched avidly, feeling hot and energized at once, as Kakashi unscrewed the cap and dipped two fingers in. The man smoothed them up Iruka's thigh, over his balls, down to his hole. Iruka breathed and relaxed as one digit pushed past the ring of muscle, stretching him ever so slowly.

"Mmm. Very very high. You feel very very good."

Iruka shifted, trying to adjust to the feeling of being penetrated. "So... makes you an airhead, right?"

For a moment, there was nothing. Then Kakashi laughed, leaning up and forward, finger sliding farther in as he braced his weight on his other arm, licking the center line of Iruka's chest. "Definitely an airhead."

And then he did one of those things. Iruka had asked him once what that was, exactly. He'd only smiled and said, 'jutsu,' which was patently a lie since his hands never formed seals. It was a chakra-trick, and Iruka had spent a week trying to replicate it, to no luck--but to Kakashi's lasting amusement.

Heat spread deep inside him, soaking into bone and muscle and nerves, bringing with it intense pleasure. His hands scrabbled, legs tensing, as he gasped to get enough air to fuel his pounding heart. He heard himself whimper, mewl, nearly begging for something--gods, he didn't know, it required too much thought. Kakashi slid another finger in, stretching him, sliding chakra farther into his body in the same moment to stretch him deeper inside and rub up against his prostate. He shuddered as it retreated, leaving him panting for air and quivering with pleasure so intense it was nearly pain. And Kakashi's fingers were still inside him, fucking slowly and thoroughly, stretching him every time they pushed in.

After the first few times had brought later discomfort, they'd learned to be very, very careful. Not that Iruka minded--sometimes this slow stretching was almost as good as the final finish. He was too busy shuddering with sensation, trying to convince his body to relax as his muscles twitched with aftershocks and his ass tried to clench to force out the intrusion, to even mind much when Kakashi started singing the Weeple-Wobbler theme song again.

He took a breath and relaxed, took another and felt long, slim fingers push deeper into him, twisting and sliding back out. "Oh gods," he said on a shaky exhale as Kakashi inched a third finger in, widening him further.

"That's a nice title," Kakashi said against one nipple, licking it slowly. "But you can just all me Daimyo."

Iruka laughed, trying to stop. It only made his body tighten up, increasing the pressure inside him. He was supposed to be relaxing. "You're not helping!"

"It's possible I'm not trying to. I like watching your face, you know. Concentration and pleasure. Maybe I want to prolong that."

He shivered as the three fingers sank entirely inside him and began to move as deep as they could, thrusting gently, sparking off sensations within his body that traveled up his spine. Kakashi was humming again. "Swear to the mission gods," Iruka panted, "I'm going to name your dick Weeple-Wobbler if you keep that up."

"I'll name yours Petunia." Kakashi twisted his fingers.

Iruka nearly spasmed, shifting his legs, toes curling. He breathed, and relaxed, and breathed, and relaxed, and let Kakashi finger-fuck him slowly. Then Kakashi's hand came away and he moved, settling between Iruka's legs, slicking his cock with lube before lining up and pushing slowly inside.

Iruka groaned, fighting to remain supple, to allow the pressure to stretch him further, deeper.

"Weeple-Wobbler would like to see his friends."

The laughter was nearly sobbed. "You are such a mood-killer."

"Oh?" Kakashi pushed, burying himself completely inside Iruka, making the chuunin whimper and clutch at strong shoulders slick with sweat.

"Okay," Iruka panted. "Not totally."

"Mmm." Kakashi bent down, catching Iruka's mouth in a kiss as he started to thrust. Iruka kept his hands on the man's back, feeling the play of muscle under scarred flesh, even as he focused on relaxing and allowing the man into his body. It didn't take long before even Kakashi wasn't thinking about inane things anymore, breath breaking as he moved, muscles bunching and flexing under Iruka's questing fingers.

Iruka lifted his hips to meet each thrust, his own body straining as remembering to allow the entry shifted into nail-dragging perfection. Kakashi slid into him, lean body rocking with every motion, tensing with tightly leashed power. Iruka gasped and moved again, deepening the contact, wrapping his legs around the narrow waist to bring the jounin closer. His body relaxed and opened and stretched and tensed all at once, his cock pinned between their rubbing torsos, and with a cry he felt orgasm crush him, dragging him underwater and tumbling him head over heels. Above him, Kakashi stiffened and choked a strangled noise, freezing for a long moment before he relaxed with a groan and dropped on top of Iruka.

Iruka lay under the heavy man, one hand idly tracing the line of Kakashi's spine down and back up. It was a long moment before Kakashi rolled off, flopping onto the bed with his arms outstretched.

Iruka listened to his own heart pound, waiting for sweat to dry and his skin to stop tingling. From beside him, Kakashi moaned weakly, "Ohhhh, Weeple-Wobbler."

He couldn't help it. He gathered up the pillow and, with the last of his strength, rolled over and crushed it down onto Kakashi's face. For a moment, the jounin flailed. Then he used untold reserves of strength and threw Iruka off, laughing as he caught the man up and pinned him down, pillow cast aside.

"Admit it, Petunia," Kakashi said with a cheerful grin. "You like my Weeple-Wobbler."

Iruka eyed him, trying not to grin. "I will admit that sex is marginally better with you than it was with your clone. Marginally."

The Copy Ninja's eyes widened almost comically. "Oh. Oh, you've asked for it now." Fingers danced down Iruka's torso, trying to find the elusive ticklish spots he had. Kakashi didn't manage it, but Iruka laughed anyway, giving a halfhearted attempt at squirming loose.

"Am I better than a clone?"

"Nope!" Iruka crowed, flipping himself over to hide his hips--one of his weaknesses.

"Am I better?"

"Nope!" He gasped it this time, cracking up as Kakashi shifted from tickling to the more effective butt-pinching. Iruka's heels snapped back into pale shins, and he tried to curl into a ball.

"Am I better than a clone?" The hands stopped moving, settling one behind his shoulders and the other flat on his pelvis.

Iruka grinned, stilling, rolling so Kakashi's arm supported his head. "I suppose."

The man stooped, mouth brushing over Iruka's lips. "Just suppose?"

"Well. Good enough I might not tell Izumo that your clone was as good as you." His skin tingled wherever Kakashi touched. Dry lips, a little narrow, hovered close enough to his own to send shivers down his spine.

"That's good to know."

When Iruka breathed, he breathed in Kakashi. "I might let you keep making a nuisance of yourself."

The Copy Ninja chuckled. "That's definitely good to know. So, I'm better than the clone?"

Iruka's smile stretched, slow and lazy. "...No." He turned away and pretended to go to sleep.

"Oh, Petunia," Kakashi tsked. "I'm so going to make you regret that." A hand drifted over his body, exploring and possessive all at once. Softly, Iruka heard the man sing, "Siiiiilly, Weeple-Wobbler."

--Really End.