This is a side story that is actually Iruka/Kakashi set in my Illusion & Dream universe. There are warnings here. As with the rest of the "Living the Dream" stories, there is heavy D/s. HEAVY. There is wax play, S&M, oral, bondage. If I missed something... well, those are the worst, anyway. Please, if this isn't your thing, use the back button and pick a different story. Okay? Thank you. And please, enjoy...
Decisions
Iruka watched the two at the other end of the mission desk with a small smile on his face. They’d gone through hell to get together, and he’d watched most of it happen, even helped nudge things in the right direction. In the end, he’d been a little surprised that they’d done what they had, but he was happy for them.
Izumo and Kotetsu kissed each other one more time, then Kotetsu nuzzled Izumo’s face and whispered something into an ear covered by brown hair that had his husband biting a lip and shivering. Iruka read the words, "Yes, Sir," from Izumo’s lips and turned his gaze back to the top of his desk to give them a bit more privacy. A moment later, Kotetsu left the office and Izumo took his seat at the desk. He threw a smile in Iruka’s direction then turned his attention to the log book in front of him. Iruka turned back to his own and tried to force his attention - rather unsuccessfully - back to the work.
He’d been horribly distracted all day. He glanced again at the clock, but it had only shifted a few minutes from the
last look up at it’s slowly-crawling hands. He sighed and turned a page in the book a little too forcefully.
His mind had been focused on one thing since his lover had told him at lunch that today was the day. He had a decision to make, and he still had no idea what he wanted to do. He would be asked for his choice that night and he knew he had to figure out what he wanted, but as of yet, he still didn’t know what that was.
It didn’t help that he’d been watching - and wondering - about the latest shift in the relationship between Izumo and his husbands. Genma and Raidou had been through that morning before heading out on a single day mission. Both had kissed him thoroughly, both had whispered something into his ear, causing the same look that Kotetsu just had elicited from Izumo
and Iruka now knew why. He glanced over again at Izumo, who was watching him curiously and he sighed, sitting back.
"What’s wrong, ‘Ruka?" Izumo asked, shifting in his seat.
Iruka frowned. "Just... got something going on tonight and today is taking forever to go by." He glanced over at Izumo out of the corner of his eye then focused back on the desk in front of him, though he didn’t really see it.
Izumo raised his single visible eyebrow. "Oh? Want to talk about it?"
Iruka hesitated. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Izumo, but if he’d been wrong about what he thought Izumo had called Kotetsu, then he
might be about to embarrass himself. If he was right, then he had a kindred spirit. He chewed on his lip briefly then decided to go for it. Izumo wouldn’t laugh, whether he was into the same things or not. "Tonight is our anniversary - two different anniversaries, actually, and kind of a big night in another way."
Izumo blinked at him, then must have recognized something in his face because he glanced around and scooted his chair a little closer. "What anniversary?"
"Uh, well, the
first one is the day we moved in together. That was a year ago today, after the war was over and the rebuilding had started back up."
"Oh! Congratulations!" Izumo said, grinning. Then he raised his eyebrow again. "And the second one?"
Iruka couldn’t resist a smile at that. He’d wondered if Izumo would let it go at that and somehow wasn’t surprised that his friend hadn’t. "The second one... is the six month anniversary of... my collaring." He bit his lip as Izumo’s eyes widened and he dropped his eyes to the desk from Izumo’s face.
"Ohhhh," Izumo breathed. "I’ve been reading about them," he murmured, glancing around again. Sure they were alone, he leaned in a little closer. "I’m hoping that they want to do that with me."
Iruka’s eyes snapped up to Izumo. He’d guessed that they played, but he hadn’t realized that it was that... serious or full time. "Really?"
Izumo nodded, sitting back. "Yeah. It’s kind of weird how it’s all happened. I never thought I’d be into some of that stuff, you know? I mean... I like a little bit of pain, but when we really started to get into it, I just realized I responded well to some of this stuff - especially command and pleasing my Dom - or, in my case Doms." He smiled and Iruka’s grin matched it. The fact that all four of them were married to each other was still something that was talked about in the jounin lounge and the Krooked Kunai bar. "Then, well, you know me, I started doing the research into it and started reading up on the psychology that comes with these types of relationships."
"Oh really?" Iruka asked. He sat up and turned his full attention to Izumo, work completely forgotten for once.
Izumo nodded. "Yes. Turns out that being submissive, well, there’s so much about it out there and so much that’s just... wrong. There’s tons of things that’d make it sound like someone who’s submissive is... weak or just... a wimp or something." He frowned at that and shook his head. "I wondered about myself for a long time, about this need to please, you know?"
Iruka nodded in agreement, but didn’t speak.
"So, I started digging. I couldn’t believe that I was the only one who was like this, and I was right. There’s a lot of people who go through this. Most of the time, they end up in bad relationships over and over, have a big problem with things like work because they don’t understand why it bothers them so much when they disappoint someone."
Iruka nearly shuddered just at the word. "Yeah, not something I like to do. First time I disappointed Sandaime, it really
really bothered me and I didn’t have a clue what to do with it. Wasn’t until much, much later that I started to understand some of it and even then..."
"Yeah. Well, I didn’t take criticism well at all, whether it was here at work or whatever. But, since I’ve been with them, it’s been... I don’t know, easier, I think, to deal with a bad mission or messed up paperwork or a pissed off hokage. Cause, you know, I know that
they’re still pleased with me and in the end, if I can make them happy, that’s what matters."
Iruka nodded. "Huh, I never thought about it like that. Just goes to show we don’t always understand ourselves. I wondered what that said about me - not taking things like that well. Bad missions, criticisms, that sort of thing. I used to get crap all the time for being a teacher and chuunin and staying in the village. You can imagine how well that sat."
Izumo frowed. "Had to be hard."
"Yeah, you can say that again. Anyway, I guess Kakashi figured it out before I did because he’s done this stuff before. I don’t know who," Iruka said at Izumo’s look. "And I’m not sure I want to because the rumors are that it’s Ibiki."
Izumo and Iruka both paused a moment to think that through and both of them shivered at the same time. "So... yeah, I guess I have been dealing with some things better since accepting Kakashi’s collar. Hmm..." Iruka trailed off in thought. "I guess there’s a strength in understanding and accepting that about ourselves and still managing to not let it hurt us."
Izumo nodded. "Yeah, that’s kind of what I thought when I read about it. All that stuff that I went through before beginning to understand it, you know?" Iruka nodded. "So... what’s the other thing tonight?" Izumo asked after a long moment of silence.
Iruka paused. "Uh, well..." he scratched at the back of his head, his face coloring around the scar.
"If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to," Izumo hurried to say.
"It’s okay. I kind of wanted to... I’ve been, errr, chaste," he mumbled.
"Err, you mean you, uh, haven’t had sex?" Izumo asked, puzzled.
Iruka shook his head. "No, we have. I just, uh, haven’t had an orgasm. In, err, a month."
Izumo’s eyebrows went up and his mouth dropped open. "A month?"
Iruka nodded. "Yeah, uh, see, Kakashi doesn’t just hold the key to my collar, but to my chastity device, too." He watched, holding his breath, as Izumo’s face colored. Iruka raised his eyebrows at his friend.
Izumo cleared his throat. "We’ve kind of talked about stuff like that, but I have always been a little reticent. I’m not sure how I’d handle going long periods of time like that."
Iruka sighed. "I’m not sure how well I’m doing with it, either. The long-term thing, that is. Short bits here and there, I can do. But this whole month thing has been making me crazy. But today is supposed to be the last day for it and I’m supposed to tell Kakashi if I want to keep going with the long term chastity."
"What do you want to do?" Izumo asked.
"I don’t know yet, to be honest. We started out just playing for an afternoon or an evening, then all day, you know," he said and Izumo nodded. "We worked it up to a week and that week was miserable because, uh, I wore it at night." Iruka paused to let the ramifications of that sink in and saw when Izumo got it, with wide eyes and a gulp. "Yeah. Mornings were... difficult." He sighed. "It’s been... different. I’m not sure I really respond well to this kind of long term thing."
"What does Kakashi want? I mean, he’s your Dom, right?" Izumo asked.
Iruka looked up. "Yeah, and I know, I want to do what he wants, right? But... I’m not sure he’s really that excited about it, either. I think he’s doing it mostly because I thought it would be interesting."
Izumo shrugged. "Well, I’m sure that he’d do what’s right for you."
Iruka nodded, then glanced up at the clock again. "Yeah... if I can ever get to the end of the day."
It took way longer than it should have, but surprisingly,
he was the one late this time, not Kakashi. He hurried up to outside of Kakashi’s favorite seafood restaurant. It was a small, out of the way place that specialized in his salt broiled saury and had been Iruka’s idea for the night. It wasn’t cheap, but he wanted to do something special for Kakashi for their day. So when he finally stopped in front of his lover, there was a deep frown marring his face. "I’m so sorry. One of the genin teams was late coming in and I had already sent Izumo home. And their report was a
mess. I swear Konohamaru crumpled it up at one point, though I couldn’t be sure. I don’t know
how that boy ever made it to chuunin. I really,
really didn’t mean to be late, ‘Kashi, I’m sorry."
"Quite alright," Kakashi said, smoothly, pulling Iruka into his arms. "We have all night and there’s no desk to man tomorrow."
Iruka sighed. "I know, I just didn’t want to..."
"You didn’t," Kakashi said firmly, leaning in and kissing him through the mask. "Now, I think we should go in for our dinner. I have more planned for this evening."
Iruka swallowed and nodded. "Yes, of course."
"Good," Kakashi said, leaning into Iruka’s ear. "I can’t wait to take that cage off of you, pet, tease you mercilessly and fuck you hard - among other things - driving you completely insane. You are going to beg for your orgasm before I’m through and that will make me
so happy."
Iruka groaned softly, the images those words brought forth, playing havoc with his locked up cock. It twitched and wanted to harden and Iruka was grateful for the cage because at least he wouldn’t have to contend with a tent. But that didn’t mean he liked the way it strained, either, pulling uncomfortably on things.
"You may adjust yourself, pet, and then we’ll go in for our dinner."
"Yes, Sir," Iruka replied and, while Kakashi shielded him from the street, he tried to shift things so that it wasn’t quite so miserable. It wasn’t a
lot better, but it was something.
Kakashi had made reservations and so they were seated right away in a quiet, round corner booth. Iruka was left alone long enough to order their food and get his tea but then Kakashi started in, whispering all the things he wanted to do, all the ways he wanted to tease. Iruka let loose a long string of almost-silent whimpers as Kakashi went. It wasn’t until their food was served that Kakashi let up and by that time, Iruka was nearly insane. His cock strained hard against the cage and was downright miserable.
It took all of his concentration to focus on the simple ability to chew and swallow the food. He barely tasted it, his mind was firmly focused on his cock and the promises his lover had made. He could have been served his most hated food - mazegohan - and he wouldn’t have realized it. Thankfully, Kakashi had ordered for him and the maguro sashimi that was served was second only to Ichiraku’s ramen.
He was, once more, left alone while he ate and aside from light conversation about Naruto, missions and the rumor mill, dinner
was eaten in a very companionable silence. He guessed Kakashi didn’t want him fainting from hunger that evening and so the food was given a proper chance to be consumed and digested. As the meal was winding down, Kakashi turned to him, then leaned in and kissed him. "Can you believe it’s been a year?"
Iruka shook his head. "No, I can’t. But it’s been a very good one."
Kakashi smiled, his visible eye curving happily. "That it has, even if you still give me crap about my porn."
Iruka snorted. "Of course I do. If you didn’t still read it in public..."
"It’s good literature!" Kakashi protested and Iruka rolled his eyes.
"Sure it is."
"If you’d just read it..." Kakashi started, then paused thoughtfully. "Hmm. I might have to make that an order one of these days."
Iruka narrowed his eyes and Kakashi grinned. "Yes, yes I think I will." The crinkle at the side of his eye deepened and Iruka had a feeling he’d have some serious reading in his not-so-distant future. Kakashi leaned in and left a kiss on Iruka’s cheek. "Don’t worry, love, you will like them, when you get over your aversion to the covers."
Iruka rolled his eyes and threw his hands up. He knew a losing cause when he saw one. "I can at least say it took you a year and a direct order for it to happen," he grumbled and Kakashi, the ass, laughed.
"Sure... and a year from now, you’ll be reading it between classes," Kakashi said, smugly.
Iruka gave him The Teacher Face and Kakashi’s smile faded just a little and he looked just a
bit uncomfortable. "Okay, well, maybe not between classes." Iruka turned back to his tea, his own smile just a little smug.
Kakashi settled up the bill and they started back toward home. "When we are inside, you will strip, kneel on your cushion as I like you and wait until I am ready for you, pet."
"Yes, Sir," Iruka replied, suppressing a
shiver.
"Good," Kakashi said with a kiss to Iruka’s temple.
* * *
As soon as the door was closed, Iruka wasted no time. His sandals were kicked off and straightened, his vest was hung on the peg with his school bag and he started unwrapping the bandages on his pants. Kakashi disappeared into their bedroom.
He stripped quickly, folding his clothes and laying them in a neat pile then retrieved the large cushion Kakashi had purchased for him to use when he was playing as pet. Their play had started light enough, but had quickly grown into an almost full time thing. Iruka found that he didn’t mind and, rather, liked sitting at Kakashi’s feet and so Kakashi had the big round, soft cushion made for his comfort.
He knelt carefully, resting his ass cheeks on his heels, spreading his knees wide. He adjusted himself just a bit, knowing that the anticipation would be almost enough to arouse him by itself. He pulled the tie out of his hair and shook it out, spreading it over his shoulders. He checked to make sure that his collar was straight - a simple silver metal one that laid loosely around his neck. It had another small padlock, this time at the back and hidden, along with a quick-release on the hinge opposite the lock should he ever need it. When he was sure it was in place, he rested his hands on his thighs and bowed his head.
He listened to the sounds of Kakashi moving around the apartment, setting things up. He had no idea, for sure, what to expect that evening, except that he would be teased a
lot before he was allowed release and that he would actually end his chastity.
His eyes dropped to the cage around his cock and he studied it. The first one they had was plastic and hadn’t lasted very long. He’d actually managed to break it, though it didn’t seem that fragile when they’d picked it out.
So, they’d gone for metal. His metal one was silver in color, with large, hinged ring that went around his cock and sac, closing at the tip. The cage itself fitted onto that, over his cock with two more pins to hold it in place and keep it from twisting. It was made of a series of thick bars that ran the full length, meeting at the tip, then cross bars that left wide holes, forming the shape of a flaccid cock. It looked a lot heavier than it really was, the biggest weight coming from the small, brass padlock holding the whole thing closed. It was usually quite discreet and he’d never even so much as had an odd look, even the one day that Kakashi had spent the better part of his lunch hour teasing him.
A few moments after he was settled, Kakashi came out from the other room and Iruka glanced over, careful to avoid meeting his Sir’s eyes. Kakashi wore nothing but snug leather pants and Iruka had to force himself to breathe. His lover always looked good like that, just enough covered to make him crazy.
Kakashi crossed the room slowly, letting the anticipation build even more and Iruka swallowed around his dry throat. When asked, he’d told Kakashi that he didn’t want to know the plans for the evening, that he wanted it all to be a surprise. He knew he had safe words, knew his lover would never push hard limits. But, as always, when they got to this point, he wondered at the wisdom of being kept in the dark. He reminded himself that Kakashi had never disappointed
him and so, he suppressed the thoughts and focused, instead, on the feet in front of him.
He bent slowly and left a kiss on the top of each foot. "Very good, pet," Kakashi praised him, squatting in front of him to brush at the soft brown hair. "Safewords?"
"Ninja and ANBU, Sir," Iruka answered immediately. "Ninja to pause and ANBU to stop completely."
"Good," Kakashi replied, then stood up and stepped back. "Stand, pet."
Iruka shifted to his feet in a fluid motion that bespoke of the training he still did on a daily basis. His feet were braced shoulder width, hands went immediately behind his back and his head bowed as he waited for further orders. Kakashi paced around him once, hand ghosting over his skin and bringing a shiver with goosebumps to the surface. It dropped to his ass and teased him there, causing his cock to jump. He held in a
grunt carefully, waiting for permission to speak.
"Gorgeous," Kakashi murmured, stepping in close. He paused to kiss Iruka softly again, this time on the temple, then the forehead, and Iruka made a small sound in the back of his throat at the emotion behind the kiss. "Love you, ‘Ruka," Kakashi whispered.
Iruka recognized it for what it was - one of those moments that had hit both of them at different times, of the love that had snuck up on the two of them. For him, it had hit when he’d seen Kakashi during the war. He’d watched the man go after undead swordsmen and old foes, heard the stories of the many battles the man had been involved in and when he’d seen the silver hair once more at the gates, he’d walked up and demanded a date. After the surprise faded, the eye curved and Kakashi told him that he’d be picked up at six that night. Iruka hadn’t expected it, but the man had been
on time. He’d known then that Kakashi was serious and they’d spent very little time apart - aside from missions - since then.
"I love you," he replied, turning his face up for the kiss that would accompany it. His lips were caught and it long and thorough, succeeding in making him more than a little crazy.
When they broke apart, Kakashi stepped back. "Come, pet. It’s time for the evening to begin."
"Yes, Sir," Iruka replied and fell into step behind his lover.
Somehow, even the trip into the bedroom - which was very short as their apartment wasn’t very big - seemed to take forever. But the anticipation was worth it because as they stepped through the doorway, Iruka was in for a
huge surprise. There were candles burning on the bedside tables, along with a few on the dresser and even a couple on the small chest of drawers. Another table was set up next to the bed that held a number of things Iruka couldn’t quite focus on yet. The bed itself was covered in a cloth he’d never seen before and there, on the corners, were the leather wrist and ankle cuffs that were strapped to the headboard and footboard of their bed.
"On the bed, pet, on your back," Kakashi ordered and Iruka hurried to obey. He stretched out on the cloth to find it was softer than it looked, but still rougher than their regular bed cover. The color was indistinguishable in the candlelight but he thought it was probably either blue or grey.
He turned to glance at the table and frowned at the contents. He noted a kunai, a bowl of ice, a small pot that had a cord attached and a small stack of hand towels. He saw a paint brush and a small soup ladle before laying back, pulling his hair out from under his head and settling in. Kakashi leaned over him and wrapped the fur-lined leather cuffs that had been made for them, around his wrists, buckling them into place. He shifted to do the same with the ankle cuffs, making sure that Iruka’s arms weren’t pulled so tight that he couldn’t bend his shoulders.
"Mmm. You are gorgeous like this, bound and helpless for me to do with as I please..." Kakashi mused, his grin a little too evil for Iruka’s comfort. His hand flew through a few signs that Iruka couldn’t follow then he lifted another strip of leather. "That was a silence jutsu, pet, so that when you scream, we don’t disturb the neighbors... again."
Iruka blinked at him, then swallowed.
Scream? Iruka wondered, but then the blindfold was put over his eyes and he had to focus on lifting his head so Kakashi could tie it into place. His lover was careful to not catch his hair, then his head was laid back down and he was now unable to see. He forced himself to breathe, try to remain calm. He took a deep breath, then another and could feel himself settle a little more.
"Good, pet," Kakashi praised him, then he heard the rattle of a metal chain and a few seconds beyond that, his cage was shifted. There was a click, more shifting and then he was free of the restriction. He felt lips on the sensitive skin and then he was swallowed, Kakashi sucking him, and he went hard damned near instantly.
"Fuck," he bit off, trying to hold in his sounds. Silence jutsu or not, he hadn’t been given permission to speak yet. His back arched and he pulled at the straps lashing his arms to the bed. Kakashi hummed around his cock and he bit hard at his lip, moans leaking around his teeth, despite his best efforts.
Then he was released and he panted hard in an attempt to get control of himself and find some small bit of sanity. "I didn’t give you permission to make sound yet, did I, pet?"
"No... Sir..." Iruka managed around the desperate attempt to take in air.
"I’ll let you have that one," Kakashi said, leaning over Iruka. He could feel the hot breath on his face and he fought the need to whimper, wanting closer, needing the lips on him. "But I expect you to ask permission to make noise, pet. You know the rule."
"Yes, Sir." Iruka swallowed around his dry throat, chastised. He bit his lip, knowing Kakashi hadn’t moved, was waiting and he finally said, "Sir?"
"Yes, pet?"
"May I make noise?" Iruka asked. Kakashi had, on a few occasions, made him wait, so the permission wasn’t a given. He waited with held breath for the answer.
"Mmmm, not yet, pet. Not quite yet. Soon, you may." With a light kiss to the tip of his nose, Kakashi withdrew and Iruka stifled the whimper at the loss.
He heard rustling, the shifting of Kakashi’s leather pants, felt the bed move as his lover settled into place. He could only guess what was happening and the anticipation was driving him damned near insane. He wanted, needed to know and his mind flashed back to the items on the small table. Ice? Was Kakashi going for sensation play? That was the only thing Iruka could get from it, but that didn’t make a lot of sense as the only thing he
did see was the ice.
Kakashi’s hands slid down over his chest then, sensitizing his skin and pulling a quiet gasp from his lips. "Such soft skin... even with the scars, you’re gorgeous," Kakashi whispered, kissing lightly across one such spot on Iruka’s left side. Iruka shifted on the bed, trying to lean into the kiss, to show in some way what the words meant to him, all while still trying to do as his lover, his Sir, wished.
Then Kakashi sat up and Iruka felt a hand on him, patting his arm to show that Kakashi hadn’t gone anywhere. "You may speak now, pet. As I expect you’ll need to..."
A moment later, he heard more rustling, the clink of something metal then the feel of rough finger pads on him again, tracing his ribs, then stomach. "Stay still now, pet, but you may make any noise you need to."
"Yes, Sir," Iruka breathed, working hard to hold himself still as he waited for what would require him to keep from moving.
He wasn’t sure what he expected, but the simple warmth covering the skin on his chest wasn’t quite it. It was pleasant and soothing and it wasn’t until it started to dry that he realized what it was.
Wax. He must have made a small noise of comprehension, because Kakashi let out a quiet pleased sound. "Yes, pet. Relax and enjoy," Kakashi murmured and as he did, Iruka felt another warm drizzle of wax over the middle part of his stomach. It was the oddest sensation as it hardened. If he moved, it pulled on the skin, but was far from unpleasant.
This continued, more wax poured here and there, coating most of his stomach and chest and even the smooth part of his upper thighs, each new place accompanied by soft moans. He found himself very grateful that he was mostly hairless because he didn’t think he would have enjoyed the feel of the wax coming off of something like that. He enjoyed pain, but he didn’t think he’d quite enjoy
that.
Just as he got used to the downright soothing feel of the soft, warm wax, he was in for another surprise. His more sensitive parts had been left alone up until this point but no longer. Kakashi reached up and pinched at his nipples until they were hard little points, pulling a long loud groan from Iruka’s throat. "Mmm. Yes. Now for the fun," Kakashi said and Iruka tensed.
This wax felt much hotter. It might not have been, Iruka didn’t know, he just knew that it
felt like it was and as it coated his nipples, he let out a much louder sound, somewhere between a groan and full shout. The sensation went straight to his cock, which had softened quite a bit through the first bits of wax pouring. It woke up now, hardening again as the pain shot through him.
"That’s good, yes," Kakashi praised him and Iruka panted hard, trying to assimilate the shift. Before he could gather his sanity, however, his other nipple was coated like the first and he let out another near-shout as it did the same as its twin had and hardened his cock even more.
"Nnngh... God, Sir... fuck," he managed, back bowing as the wax started to harden, tightening on his nipples and shifting the pain to something more indefinable but no less intense.
Kakashi didn’t reply, simply hummed another pleased sound. Then Iruka’s cock was enveloped once more in moist heat and he
did shout this time as he was sucked on. "Fuck, too... oh God," he grunted, trying to let his Sir know it was too much, too soon.
He didn’t have to worry, though, because as soon as he spoke, Kakashi released his cock. A few seconds behind that, however, he felt the heat on his balls and he shouted again, this time much louder than before. "FUCK, SIR!" His back bowed, his hips lifted, but Kakashi held onto him, not letting him go far.
"Stay still, pet," Kakashi warned him.
Iruka panted hard, trying to calm himself a little, but his balls were a riot of sensation and, insanely, his cock was harder than ever from it. He lay there, trying very hard to hold onto his sanity, but it was slipping away very quickly. Before he could catch his breath, though, the wax fell again, this time landing on the sensitive tip of his cock. He felt the wax slide down along the hard length and another shout broke from his throat as he fought hard to keep from jumping over the feel.
But Kakashi wasn’t done yet.
Yet another dribble to his cock, another to a bare spot on his balls, and then back to his cock again. He lost the battle against movement and bucked, sounds falling unimpeded from his lips as he worked through the almost-pain.
And then it stopped.
Iruka lay there, his breath labored, his mind nearly fried as he tried to figure out what was happening. He couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything, could only seem to feel. He let a wordless whimper out and was rewarded with another of those pleased hums that went through him. "Good, very good, pet. You’re gorgeous like this," Kakashi murmured, leaning in and kissing him.
He was left to lay and find his calm a little as Kakashi moved around. Then his lover leaned in and whispered. "Are you ready?"
"Sir?" Iruka managed, turning his head toward the voice.
"Now that it’s on there, it’s got to come off," he said and Iruka whimpered again at the thought of what that must mean. "Pet?"
"Yes, Sir," Iruka forced out and braced himself.
But, like the initial pour, the initial removal didn’t hurt. It pulled, and he realized that his skin was insanely sensitive when it was gone, but it didn’t
hurt. Until, that is, Kakashi got to his nipples. He felt fingernails scrape at his skin, a pause and then... pain.
"FUCK!" He shouted when the wax was torn from his skin. The pain in his nipple radiated out through the rest of his body and he couldn’t help the arch to his back as he tried to work through it. He had a brief moment to think that if
this hurt, what would it feel like to pull from his cock?
But he was distracted from the thought when the wax was pulled from his other nipple and another spike of pain shot through him. It wasn’t
hard pain, nothing like the cane or flogger he sometimes felt. But after the warmth and almost soothing pouring of the wax, it was very, very different.
He was given a brief reprieve when the wax was gone from his nipples. But this brought into focus the fact that his skin was now super-sensitive, so that even the light breeze in the room was something he could feel. He heard his moans in an almost disconnected way and swallowed them when he realized they were coming from his throat.
"Oh pet, let those sounds out. I like to hear your pleasure... and pain," Kakashi murmured at his ear and he nodded, unable to force the actual words out. But he stopped fighting and let his moans go again.
Just as he thought he was going to calm down, he felt the fingers tease along the few clean spots on his balls. He tensed, he couldn’t help it, couldn’t think rationally enough to know that tensing would only make it worse. He could feel the scraping as Kakashi worked at the edges of the wax and a moment later, it was peeled loose. Not fast, this time, slowly but as soon as it was gone, there were lips on his balls and after the already sensitive skin was made more so, it was almost too much. Another shout, a buck of his hips as his hard cock jumped, demanding attention.
And after a month of denial, it desperately needed that attention.
It was about to get it. He felt the nails, felt the fingers and gritted his teeth. He wouldn’t, couldn’t go off over this, but he knew it was going to be close. He squeezed his eyes shut behind the blindfold, bit his lip, gripped the leather straps his cuffs were attached to and curled his toes, all in an effort to hold on.
The wax was peeled
slowly. Oh, so slowly. And so Iruka breathed a slight sigh of relief when it was off and he’d managed to hold on, though that hold was still tenuous. The air ghosted over his cock and it dragged a grunt from him that spoke volumes about the strain he was under.
"Mmm, gorgeous, pet. You are
so gorgeous," Kakashi whispered before catching Iruka’s lips in a long, soft kiss. "You have done so beautifully, you deserve a reward. Are you ready for it, pet?"
Iruka couldn’t form words. He managed a moan and a nod, unable to do any more.
"Yes, I think you are ready," Kakashi said and Iruka felt the nod near him. Another kiss to his lips, another brush of lips over his cheek, then his lover moved away again.
He waited, yet again at a loss for what would happen, held his breath in anticipation. "When you’re ready, pet... come," Kakashi said, and swallowed Iruka’s cock in one single move.
Iruka put the silence jutsu to good use. He screamed in a way he couldn’t ever remember screaming in his life. The pleasure of the mouth around his almost over-sensitive skin
screamed through him. It stole his hearing, stole his sense of everything except touch, except the feel of that mouth working him over. He held onto his ability to make noise, however, because the screams didn’t stop as the orgasm
ripped through his body harder than any of the wax that had been ripped from his skin. It went on, igniting every nerve ending and chakra path in his body and Iruka was sure he was going to go crazy from it.
He didn’t register being moved, had no idea anything changed. He must have passed out or something because the next thing he knew, the cover that he’d been laying on was gone, the cuffs were off of his body and he was curled up in Kakashi’s arms, against a warm, naked body. He looked up, still feeling a little fuzzy. "Hi," he murmured.
"Hello," Kakashi said, grinning. "Welcome back."
Iruka smiled. "Thank you, Sir." He leaned up and met Kakashi’s lips in a long, slow kiss. "And thank you, for such a wonderful evening."
"You are very welcome," Kakashi replied and they settled in again, laying quietly for a few more minutes.
Iruka finally looked up, feeling much more with it and frowned. "What is it, love?" Kakashi asked.
Iruka hesitated, but decided he would do neither of them any favors by holding back. "I don’t think the chastity is for me. Not... not long term," he said, then dropped his eyes and focused on his lover’s chin.
"Oh good," Kakashi said, and Iruka’s head snapped up, his eyebrows going into his hairline. "I... didn’t really like it, either," he said, with a grin and Iruka breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well, then, I guess that settles that," Iruka murmured. "I... don’t mind now and again, you know, for play, but..."
"RIght. But not constantly." He leaned in and left a kiss on Iruka’s hair. "But there’s something else I was hoping you’d want to wear constantly."
Iruka looked up again, his face twisting in puzzlement. "Oh?"
Kakashi nodded. With another kiss to Iruka’s forehead, he twisted around and reached for something on the bedside table. When he came back, he held something out in his palm that Iruka stared at for a long moment. "‘Kashi?" Iruka whispered, his eyes going from the hand to the mismatched eyes - both of which were open.
"What do you say, Iruka? Think you could wear your wedding ring constantly?" He asked and Iruka watched his lover lick lips and swallow around nerves that he’d rarely seen Kakashi display. He looked one more time down at the rings - two silver-colored bands resting in the palm of the man that Iruka had come to love so much. He looked back up into the mismatched eyes and swallowed his own nerves and fears.
"Yes."
