D/s Naruto

Additional warnings for this chapter: Fisting, SM (and WAFF galore if that makes any sense)

Chapter 78 (Monday 18 June 2007, late afternoon)

Iruka didn’t pass out from ecstasy, but he did fall into a deep sleep after his second orgasm. Kakashi didn’t mind—if you achieved something on the first try, that usually meant you were underestimating your abilities and aiming for too little. As Iruka slept, Kakashi thought about getting married. Canada was the most reasonable place—Vancouver, thought Kakashi. He liked the gay district there, the lovely Chinese garden, the peacefulness of the university’s Japanese garden and its museum’s back terrace with its soaring totem poles. He’d gone there many times for judo competitions. The Dr. Sun Yat Sen Garden hosted weddings—Iruka would love getting married there. God, he needed a ring—he’d done the asking, he was the groom. They’d need wedding rings, too. But he wanted an engagement ring, something special, something to show Iruka how much he loved him. Maybe something brown, like his pretty Iruka, or pink like his little nipples and tongue? A pink diamond? But a pink ring—no male high school teacher could wear a pink diamond and not have their life a living misery. A smoky topaz? Cat’s eye? No, maybe something to make Iruka think of him, something blue like his eyes? Or just a traditional diamond, a white diamond? Or something in multi-colors like the rainbow?

He didn’t want his engagement ring to be made by Naruto, but if he couldn’t find what he wanted already made, he’d have to. Iruka would be hurt if he gave money to another jeweler. Kakashi quietly went into the living room and got his laptop, returning to Iruka’s side. He could start making arrangements now, for even without knowing the date of their marriage, he could research the prices of the venue, the hotel, and look into who would do the ceremony. Then there was the guest list. And he had an engagement ring, wedding rings, a wedding dress, and some bridal lingerie to buy. He needed Iruka’s measurements—his ring finger, his chest and waist, the whole nine yards. Did they have a tape measure? Another quiet trip, then the thrill of measuring Iruka without waking him up—for some reason sneakily measuring Iruka got Kakashi not only hard, but feeling like he was doing something both dangerous and obscene. His mind told him that this was nothing compared to everything that had happened this weekend, but his body didn’t listen.

When he had all the measurements in a file with a security password, Kakashi collapsed on the bed next to Iruka, letting his heartbeat go back to normal. Flowers! He’d forgotten they would need flowers for the wedding—and tonight, Iruka should have flowers tonight. Oh, he was bad—he would have some white roses made into a bouquet and tied with white ribbons. He’d have the florist deliver them to Dwayne’s and arrange to have them brought into Iruka during dinner. Amazingly it only took Kakashi ten minutes to arrange for the flowers, but after forty minutes of looking at rings on the internet, he had a sinking feeling he would need twenty years to find the perfect ring for Iruka.

He’d have to break down and get Naruto’s help. There were plenty of wonderful rings out there, but nothing that was just perfect. Nothing that Iruka would look at and see at once what it meant. It had to be something subtle, nothing with initials, their names, or, even more tritely, birthstones. Frustrated, he kept looking until he saw the stone: llanite, that only came from Llano county in Texas. The stone that caught his eye on the internet wasn’t set into a ring, but rather a pendant, but that didn’t matter. He would have Naruto get him some of that and make it into a ring. He did an image search for llanite and realized he needed to make sure Naruto got the right type of the stone—the type that was brown and pink with insets of bright blue. The first piece he’d seen had swirls of chocolate brown and pink that were the color of Iruka’s body while the blue was the color of his eyes. That was what he needed. Yes, a stone that was Iruka and Kakashi mixed together. He’d have that set in rose gold with diamonds on either side. “Perfect,” he said with a happy sigh, shutting his laptop.

“What is?” asked Iruka curiously, making Kakashi start. “What were you doing online that has you so happy?”

“Wedding things,” said Kakashi. “How about we get married in Vancouver?”

“Vancouver? A real, legal wedding? You and me?” asked Iruka. “I thought you meant a little ceremony together—“

Kakashi rolled on top of Iruka and kissed him to silence. Then he pulled his head up, supporting himself on his elbows over Iruka, saying, “Do you think I would miss the chance to tell the world I love you? To bind you to me anyway I could? I want the whole thing, Iruka—the minister, the vows, tuxedos, flowers, champagne, matching rings, and a wedding night. And an engagement ring, too. I’m sorry I don’t have one for you, Iruka, but I’m working on that.”

“Oh, Kakashi,” said Iruka—hardly special words, but to Kakashi they were, telling him how much Iruka loved him, how happy he was, and how he was just a little bit unsure of whether this was all true, whether he was worthy of this, whether it was too extravagant or some other nonsense that only Iruka would think of.

“It has to be perfect because you are,” said Kakashi lowering his body and mouth again. They kissed and moved on the bed, hands wandering everywhere, their lips and tongues saying everything that they weren’t yet ready to say. And then after they were both aroused and flushed, laying on the bed facing each other, Kakashi began to speak again.

“I’m going to put a ring on this finger of yours, Iruka,” he whispered, holding Iruka’s ring finger of his left hand. He raised that hand to his mouth and sucked that finger into his mouth. Iruka had thought nothing could bind Kakashi and he more tightly than their collaring ceremony. It had been the most special day in his life—until now. Watching Kakashi, feeling Kakashi, suck on his ring finger—it was so, so—

Kakashi’s mouth released Iruka’s finger, and his hand guided that finger down between his legs. “I don’t have a ring of metal and stone for you yet, Iruka, but you always, always, can wear this ring of my flesh,” he said, pushing that wet finger into the tight ring of his anus, inside him. “Ahhhhh, Iruka,” he gasped, shuddering around that ring finger.

It was so strange, so weird to have his ring finger in Kakashi, but somehow, yes, it was right. This ring of flesh, this sweet pink pucker was his, all his. He’d slid so many things into this ring of Kakashi’s, but somehow now just putting one finger inside it seemed the most erotic thing he’d ever done to this anus.

And Kakashi began to beg—and he’d never begged like this before—never begged with his beautiful blue eyes looking right into Iruka’s, using Iruka’s name, pleading not as a slave, but an equal--an equal not ashamed of begging, not ashamed of what he wanted: “Iruka, please love, please, fuck me, baby! Please, I want your cock in me, I need your cock in me! Oh, Iruka, I love you! Please, baby, please, I’ll do anything, anything, just fuck me, fuck me now, fuck me hard, fuck me so I hurt, so all I feel all night is that sweet hurt that tells me I’m yours.”

And Iruka pulled out that finger, rose up over Kakashi, and thrust in without lube, without stretching. And Kakashi came at that first thrust, crying out, begging Iruka not to stop, to never stop. Maybe it was all the romance, maybe it was all the honesty, but now Kakashi’s masochism called to Iruka’s sadism. There in the bright light of a June afternoon, they didn’t hide behind the game of rules and punishment—they just admitted that they were different from most people, that the giving and receiving of pain was to them not pain at all. When Kakashi was excited like this, he really didn’t feel the pain the way others would have—Iruka’s thrusts had his cock flooding again with blood only moments after he had spent himself, and the friction of their flesh made him cry out with pleasure, screaming for more, for Iruka to thrust harder, to split him apart, to go deeper, faster, to take him, fuck him, fill him, please, more, please, please, oh yes, yes—

“Mine!” screamed Iruka, letting his orgasm take him, unable to hold back anymore, falling heavily on Kakashi. Still not quite there, Kakashi clenched around Iruka pulling him tight against his body and thrusting up his cock against Iruka. He rocked back and forth violently, bursting out, “Yours, yours, helplessly yours,” before coming again.

But Iruka knew Kakashi, knew it hadn’t been enough, knew too it was probably fear that made him want pain—pain was an old friend, pain was something he knew, he understood, something simple. “I tried to last, love,” Iruka said, “but you undid me. Do you want more, baby? You don’t need to beg or promise me anything, sweetheart. I’m here for you.”

“Your fist, your arm, please,” said Kakashi.

“Only with lube, baby, lots and lots of lube,” said Iruka.

“Yes, please,” whispered Kakashi.

And it occurred to both of them they’d never done this in sunlight, never done it just because Kakashi asked, not as “punishment.” But every time, it had been about love—never done rapidly or cruelly although Iruka’s words might have been both of those. But this time, there were no words. Iruka’s hand and wrist were covered in lube, and Kakashi spread for him. And they watched each other, watched that hand work its way inside him, watched their bodies join in that way that was so intimate, so intense, it left them both dazed with that wonderful surreal feeling where just being still seems a sensory thrill and speech some act much too complex to deal with.

It took maybe an hour, but they were in a state where time wasn’t working normally. So it seemed hours, many hours, later when Iruka’s wrist, then hand, then fingers came out of Kakashi. After some wiping, some kissing, they both lay on their backs holding hands—though Iruka had made sure to lay so that the hand that hadn’t been inside Kakashi was the one that found his lover’s strong, pale hand.

In the quiet, Iruka said, “Enough?”

“Perfect,” said Kakashi. And they didn’t need to say anything else.