A Flash of Pink

Kakashi was warm and comfortable, snug in his own bed with Iruka plastered against his back with only the layers of their pyjamas separating them. This time he felt comfortable with the close contact, he knew it was himself that Iruka lusted after not some unknown woman. It was a nice feeling, being wanted. Especially since Iruka wanted him – Kakashi – not the copy-nin master of over a thousand jutsu, not the ex-ANBU killer, not the son of Konoha’s White Fang, just Kakashi.



There weren’t many people out there who did see just Kakashi, not one of the many façades he used to hide himself from the world. In fact most of the people who had gotten a glimpse of the real him had died – it had made him a bit paranoid about letting people in. Iruka had snuck in under his radar. He appeared to be ridiculously emotional, so emotional that Kakashi had at first written him off as a ninja. He’d been very surprised to learn that Iruka could turn those emotions off like he was flicking a switch.



This strange ability had provoked his rampant curiosity and he had begun paying more attention to the chuunin sensei but it wasn’t until Naruto became his student that he began truly interacting with the man. They had hit it off immediately, although they had had a few ups and downs since then – the chuunin exam nominations sprang to mind – but their friendship had been as solid as his rivalry with Gai.



Kakashi didn’t know why he’d first begun asking Iruka about the strange things that he felt but didn’t understand. Maybe it was because he worked with kids and was used to strange questions, maybe it’s because he didn’t hesitate to stand up to him, maybe it was because he treated him like a normal person. Kakashi didn’t know but he was glad that he had started – Iruka had made him more human. Humans had relationships – and sex.



He wriggled back into the body behind his and the arms around him tightened and a comforting mumble sounded in the darkness. Sex with Iruka sounded wonderful in theory but Kakashi had the funny sensation that just like with masturbation, his porn was probably not a good source of information as it tended to exaggerate the enjoyment and downplay the mess. This was probably something he should look into a bit more before he committed himself.



He was tempted to ask Iruka what his thoughts on sex were, he already knew that the man wanted a relationship with him but they hadn’t discussed intimate relations. They hadn’t even made out yet. Kakashi had always wanted to try making out, the term had always amused him but he’d never had the opportunity to try it with someone, although he had very, very briefly considered using a henged clone when he had been a hormone riddled teenager.



Behind him Iruka was stirring, the room was slowly brightening with the rising sun. Iruka nuzzled his neck and mumbled sleepily,



“Morning Kakashi-kun, did you sleep well?” Kakashi let out a slightly shuddery breath as Iruka’s lips caressed the lobe of his ear.



“Much as I would like to stay here and cuddle with you all day I think that I should probably get a wriggle on, I have school today.” With that Iruka was sliding out of bed and stumbling towards the bathroom, grabbing his uniform on the way. Kakashi watched him as he absentmindedly scratched his butt through his pyjamas as he walked. He would have liked Iruka to stay in bed and cuddle all day as well.



Kakashi lay in bed pouting as he listened as Iruka perform his morning ablutions. The rushing sound of the toilet being flushed, the rasp of the razor scraping over skin and the light splashing sounds of his face being rinsed. Then came the slow, sensual sounds of cloth being dragged over skin, and the clink of a hitae-ate being bumped against tile.



Sighing regretfully he dragged himself up, made the bed and began to get dressed. As he bent over to tie on his leg wraps he felt eyes on him. Discretely moving his head he saw reflected in the mirror Iruka staring unabashedly at him, or rather at his rear. Feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and exhilaration he bent over further.



“Like what you see?” Iruka jumped guiltily at the sound of his voice but still murmured an affirmative noise blushing mightily.



“It would be better if you were naked.” Kakashi felt his own face flame at the provocative words but he finished tying his wraps before he straightened up again.



Breakfast was filled with more innuendo and blushes on both faces but Kakashi felt the familiar back and forth bantering relaxing him, reminding him of how comfortable the chuunin made him feel. Very few people in Kakashi’s life could say that they’d seen him truly happy and relaxed. Abruptly Iruka glanced at the clock, swore softly to himself and leapt to his feet.



“I have to go now or I’ll be late. I’ll pick you up Friday night at 7 for a dinner date, don’t wear your uniform. See you then!” With that Iruka pecked him on the cheek and ran out the door. Kakashi sat there in a state of shock for several moments, his hand pressed to his cheek and a sloppy grin on his face. A date! With Iruka! No uniform though, bugger, he’d have to go clothes shopping either today or tomorrow.



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Iruka whistled happily to himself as he strolled towards the academy, it was Friday morning and he had a date with his favourite ninja tonight. He’d resolutely avoided the copy-nin since he’d made his announcement, although Kakashi’s surprised face was burned into his retinas and still made him giggle at inopportune moments. He’d been shopping for some new clothes and made a reservation at a nice restaurant that he’d been wanting to go to for a while now.



The day seemed to crawl past but finally the bell rang and his students rushed from the room yelling gleefully about the weekend. Iruka slowly tidied up the room, grabbed his things and, with a joyous bounce in his step, began walking home. He’d been on the receiving end of some fairly mischievous teasing from his co-workers these past few days. First he’d been out on a mission for a couple of weeks then he’d come home with a crowd of highly attractive women and he’d had a silly grin plastered onto his face ever since.



As soon as he got home Iruka rushed to try and finish all of the work that he had to do over the weekend. He had plans for this weekend and they didn’t involve school work of any kind. He really, really hoped that Kakashi didn’t want to take things too slowly, surely they already knew each other by now. Iruka had been suffering from blue balls on and off for weeks now and the abrupt nearly bloodless end to their mission had certainly not helped.



Adrenaline and blood lust had been singing through his veins and he had been riding the euphoric crest, then had come the anti-climatic end to their mission and the wave of aborted endorphins had crashed down over him. Normally a violent sparing match or a passionate encounter would ease the back lash but he had been escorting weak and sickly women back to his village and with his students chakra blocked they couldn’t provide the kind of vicious fighting that Iruka had desperately needed.



Iruka had been reduced to frantic masturbation to calm his nerves, in fact he had nearly strained his wrist after spending that chaste night with Kakashi. Tonight he was determined to get something from the other man, not that he expected Kakashi to put out but maybe a hand job would be ok? But just in case his dreams came true Iruka had stocked up on lube and condoms and had scattered them in convenient places about his apartment, better to have them and not need them than to need them and not have them.



Precisely at 7pm Iruka knocked on Kakashi’s door and hearing a shouted authority to enter. Iruka stuck his head inside then stepped in when he saw that the bedroom door was still closed – Kakashi was obviously running late again, not that Iruka was really surprised by this. Suddenly the door opened and Iruka’s jaw nearly hit the floor in shock.



“What do you think?” Kakashi did a silly-looking little twirl in his stilettos making the hem of his frilly dress flare out and showing equally frilly panties. Then he laughed heartily at the look on Iruka’s face and the henge popped. Iruka blinked and laughed along with him, he’d nearly had a heart attack thinking that Kakashi was intending to go out dressed like that. He was certainly crazy enough to do it.



What he was wearing was infinitely better though. A black shot with silver dress-shirt and dark jeans with his normal mask and he’d covered his sharingan with what looked to be a silver silken scarf. He had even made an obvious effort to control his hair. Iruka licked his lips,



“Delectable” he murmured to himself although Kakashi obviously heard judging by his fierce blush.



“This is a nice touch.” He said in a more normal tone of voice reaching up to run his finger over the scrap of silver cloth, it was indeed silk, then he ran his finger tip over where he knew Kakashi’s lips to be. “Let’s go before I ravish you.” He slung his arm around the other man and guided him outside, allowing his arm to slip down to the swelling curve of Kakashi’s ass as he did so.



The restaurant was only a short walk away and they chatted companionably as they walked, enjoying the evening and each other’s company. Kakashi consented to having his hand held for most of the walk which Iruka enjoyed immensely, the mans hands were large, calloused and warm against his own. It was nice feeling. As they neared the restaurant, Iruka allowed their shoulders to bump and squeezed the hand held in his gently then let go.



The meals was delicious, the atmosphere had been perfect. Gentle music had been playing just loudly enough to prevent patrons from hearing each others’ conversations and giving the illusion of privacy whilst the low lighting had been perfect for Kakashi’s self consciousness about eating in public. The booths had been small and intimate; Iruka had been resting his knees against the inside of Kakashi’s knees for the entire evening.



They were enjoying a small bottle of some very fine saki after their meal and gossiping about their fellow dining patrons when Kakashi’s eye opened just a little wider in shock and he slid down further in the booth, effectively pushing Iruka’s knees closer to his groin. Iruka unable to help himself deliberately brushed his leg against the apex of Kakashi’s thighs and the man gasped softly.



“S..sorry Iruka, I just saw Gai and I didn’t want him to interrupt us. D..don’t stop.” Iruka smiled, the flesh under his leg was suspiciously firm and Kakashi’s eye was glazing over. This would be far more pleasurable in private. Iruka signalled to the waiter for the bill and mentally thanked whoever was in charge of the table dressings for providing such lovely large and opaque cloths.



Brushing his fingers lightly against Kakashi’s after the waiter had left the discrete black folder containing the bill, Iruka smiled gently.



“I think that I would prefer to continue this somewhere a little less public wouldn’t you?” Kakashi merely nodded affirmatively and began easing his way up, trying to adjust his clothing so that his bulge wouldn’t show. Iruka tore his eyes away and went to pay, wanting to leave as fast as possible so that he might continue with his molestation of the copy-nin.



“Your place or mine?” He enquired hoping that he wasn’t moving too fast. He desperately wanted to run his hands over that bulge that his leg had awoken, he wanted to see it and taste it too. He wanted to see Kakashi looking at his own matching bulge with appreciative eyes and to see it disappearing between pale cheeks whilst the other man writhed in pleasure. But he also wanted to cuddle the other man and fight with him over wet towels on the floor and other horribly domestic type things.



“Maa, Iruka your place is bound to be cleaner than mine.” Iruka found his hand grabbed and dragged towards his flat at a rapid rate. Kakashi was obviously just as eager to explore their growing lustful attraction as he himself was.