Pining

Hello Nice to hear. You should enjoy this chapter ^.^

llyoung Yeah, I think he could use a good and supporting friend right now.

Kirai I'm happy. You're absolutely right, we shouldn't just wait for love.

ALD Glad you liked it. I think Kakashi can be understanding sometimes.



-------------------------------------



Iruka was petrified. He couldn't move. He couldn't even breath. He felt like he was under deep water, the enormous pressure crushing him. Pressing the air from his lungs. Sarcastic laughter echoed in his head. Then a dark figure approached. Its black hair was floating in the water shading its features, extending and squirming like the tentacles of an octopus. Its eyes turned to Iruka. They were scarlet with black tear-like drops. The sharingan. Piercing into Iruka's heart, ripping it to pieces. Iruka's penis was hard and he moaned in pleasure. The figure came closer.



"Whore... Dirty, little whore." the voice surrounded Iruka.



He spasmed. His head was filled with euphoria as the thin white strings of semen spurted from his length. They floated in the water which was slowly turning red. Iruka's erection didn't diminish after the orgasm. It became harder. It throbbed and made Iruka moan louder. The figure came closer.



"The way you resist me makes me want to do this even more." this time the voice came from left.



"You want me to fuck you? Up in the ass?" from right.



"I will fuck your brains out. You're my whore." from behind.



"Now say that you want it." it was a whisper right beside Iruka's left ear.



A torrent of pleasure went through Iruka again. The water was ruby red and Iruka knew the color came from his own blood. He tried to scream but all that came out was a low moan. Then he spasmed again and another load of semen leaked into the water. Iruka screamed and screamed and then his eyes snapped open.



A dream. He panted frantically. His body was covered with sweat. Tears burned in his eyes, flooding them and pouring down his cheeks. Then the sobs came. His breathing came fragmented between the sobs as he blew his nose. He couldn't hold them back and he cried. He cried the heartbreaking cry of deep sorrow. Of loss and despair. He cried until he ran out of tears.



As the last sobs died and Iruka had calmed down he felt something else. He had to touch it to believe it. He had a rock hard erection. It was weeping like from long teasing and wanting release. Nervous laughter came from Iruka's throat. Am I going mad? He slid his fingers along his shaft and it gave him the shivers of pleasure. I must be crazy. I can't have a hard-on after just crying my eyes out. After what has happened! But there it was, jolting as he touched it. What should I do? Iruka pulled his hand from his groin. He turned to his side and closed his eyes.



The fabric of Iruka's pajamas gave pleasant friction. Iruka tried to sleep, but the previous dream haunted him. He wanted to ignore his erection and the best way to do it would be sleeping. At the same time he was afraid to fall asleep. What if the nightmares came back? What if he had to live through the whole thing again and again? Why couldn't life go like a TV-series, where they first show the scene of violence and then they show the victim rolling on his bed and in the next take he's all better and happy? Why did he have to live and feel every minute, every second of the day? Why couldn't he just jump to the time when he would be healed and the pain would be long forgotten?



Somewhere between pleasure and pain, tears and gasps Iruka's tiredness took the better of him. First he slept heavy and dreamless sleep. Then he was floating in emptiness. Surrounded by black nothingness. He felt so little, insignificant, worthless. He shrank, smaller and smaller. Fearing he would eventually cease to exist Iruka screamed. But the nothingness surrounding him swallowed his cries as if the voice had never left his vocal cords.



"Shh, it's alright." the calming voice woke Iruka.



Kakashi was sitting on his bed, petting his back reassuringly. A storm of sobs shook Iruka and he couldn't hold the tears back.



"It's okay to cry. Just let it all out." Kakashi's voice was gentle, colored with sadness and understanding.



Iruka cried. He sobbed and whined. He didn't want to vanish into nothingness. He didn't want to loose himself to the void which had almost swallowed him. When the tears were spent and the sobs died out, Iruka blew his nose and sat up.



"Why are you here? And when did you come?"



"I said I'd come and it's already noon. I brought you lotion which should speed up the healing." Kakashi answered and took a white tube from his pocket.



He poured a generous amount of white lotion to his fingers and leaned closer to Iruka. The lotion felt cold and soothing on Iruka's bruised eyelid. The closeness of the older man felt awkward. Kakashi's touch made the mixed feelings stir inside Iruka. Part of him wanted to touch him, pull him into a kiss, and the other part sent out an alarm, urging him to run away and hide. Iruka did neither. He sat there and let Kakashi apply the lotion to his eyelid and lip.



"It needs to be administered to other places as well," Kakashi said. "I suspect you don't want me to do it, so I‘ll just go and make some coffee. You have to put it inside as well. Take your time and give me a shout if you need anything."



Iruka riveted his eyes to his hands on his lap. He didn't want to face Kakashi. His cheeks were burning red. The bedroom door closed. Iruka took the white tube of lotion and turned to his side. He pushed his pants down and poured some lotion to his fingers. He pressed his fingers against his opening, encircling it. It was cool and unlike Iruka had expected, it didn't burn at all. Iruka took more lotion, drew a deep breath and pressed his finger against his entrance. Slowly applying more force the tip slid in. He waited for a while before pushing it deeper. The lotion had a numbing effect and after seconds the pain faded.



Iruka wiped his fingers with a tissue. He moved his brow and lips. It felt weird. They were still swollen but it didn't hurt a bit. Soon he felt he could move. He stood up and walked to the door. It was nice to be able to walk on his own. As he opened the bedroom door Kakashi stormed in.



"You shouldn't push yourself. Though it doesn't hurt anymore, you still have the wounds and they may open if you move needlessly." Kakashi scolded him.



With a swift movement Kakashi lifted Iruka and carried him to the toilet. Then he slammed the door close and left Iruka stand there alone and astounded. Iruka sighed. He took his toothbrush and brushed his teeth. It felt nice to have a clean mouth. Fresh. When he opened the bathroom door Kakashi was ready and carried him back to his bed. Then he vanished back to the kitchen only to reemerge with a tray. He put it on the bedside table. Iruka breathed in the scent of fresh coffee and sighed.



The tray was filled with a traditional Japanese breakfast. There was a steaming bowl of rice with natto on top and tamagoyaki. Iruka smiled in delight. He hadn't eaten rolled omelet in ages.



"When did you do all this? I didn't hear or smell you cook." Iruka asked amazed.



"I did it at home. I just heated it up a bit." Kakashi smiled.



"You shouldn't have, this is just too much." Iruka felt guilty.



"It wasn't a bother. This is what I usually eat in the morning. That is, when I have the time."



"Really? And all I eat is sandwiches." This was a totally new side of Kakashi to him.



He couldn't have imagined Kakashi cooking for breakfast. And now that he thought about it, he actually knew nothing about the jounin. Except that he was a great cook, and nice, and caring. Which is more than I know about Itachi. Iruka took the tray and tasted the food. It tasted as good as it looked. Iruka closed his eyes and enjoyed the exquisite flavours. He opened his eyes and saw the jounin watching him.



"You like it?"



"Are you kidding? This is just... perfect!" Iruka smiled.



"I'm glad," and it showed in his voice.



When Iruka had finished his breakfast Kakashi took the tray and headed back to kitchen. On his way he turned.



"You should try to sleep some more. The body heals faster with sleep."



Soon Iruka could hear the water running in the kitchen. Why is he so nice to me? Iruka didn't want to complain. He would have done much worse without Kakashi taking care of him, but still he couldn't help but wonder. I don't need anyones help or pity. Though Kakashi didn't seem to pity him. What does he want? Everyone wants something. No one does things for other people without expecting something in return. True altruism doesn't exist.



Iruka's eyelids drooped and soon he was vast asleep. He slept long and hard. The pain had drained all his energy and now, when it didn't hurt anymore, he gathered his strength. Like a thief the dreams sneaked in. He was on his stomach, his hips were pulled up and Itachi was pounding into him. It didn't hurt but he could feel the pushes. Then he was punched in the face. Repeatedly. Punch after punch. He blacked out. As he came to he was at the beach. Itachi's head was between his legs. It went up and down as he sucked Iruka's erection. Iruka moaned. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the warm wet mouth covering his manhood.



"I know you want it." Itachi's voice was low and husky.



"NO! Don't!" Iruka cried. "NO!"



"Shh. No one is going to hurt you." Kakashi's voice pushed through the haze of dream, pulling Iruka back to reality.



Iruka sat up. He panted with shallow breaths. His blanket had dropped to the floor. Catching his breath Iruka realized he was sporting a healthy erection. It showed through the thin layers of fabric, bulging out, leaving nothing open to doubt. Kakashi's hand was still petting his leg, making his length excrete precum. Iruka rushed to get the blanket from the floor and cover his shame.



"It's getting late. Maybe I should go... Try to remember to apply the lotion every now and then, will you?" Kakashi said, standing up.



"Please don't go." Iruka whispered.



He hadn't planned to. The words just came out. It had been nice to have Kakashi there. He felt much safer with him around. He had thought he wanted to be alone and deal with it in his own way, but the bad dreams scared him. Kakashi had such a calming effect. And he had awoken Iruka from the haunting dreams. He had saved him from vanishing into the horrors within.



"Don't leave me." he pleaded.



"Alright, I wont." Kakashi answered.



"I don't have a spare bed so you'll have to sleep on the couch." Iruka added.



"It's fine."



"Thank you." Iruka whispered and took Kakashi's hand.



He held it tight as sleep once again took hold.



-----------------------------------------------



Natto is fermented soy beans, usually with soy sauce and mustard.

Tamagoyaki is a slightly sweet (or salty) rolled omelet.