The Dance

A/N: Sorry this one took so long. I was obsessing because it was the last chapter and it was all smutty and stuff. Major thank you to my beta Athame and my pre-readers. Hope everyone likes the way I ended the story. Yeah, it's the end, no continuing this one. No sequels planned either.

YAY! I'm done! Now I can go work on Fishstick! I totally was not expecting to get into writing TenzouxIruka quite as much as I am. Even if it is harder for me. It's one of those things I enjoy reading because one person turned me onto it. And like Shika/Kiba I'm always nervous to write. That combined with the fact when I started writing it I hadn't even 'met' Tenzou so I had to go strictly on fanworks.

BTW if anyone knows any good tobidei fics let me know cuz I need to read some since I have to write one.

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"Now for the make-up sex, right?" Kakashi asked, grinning wolfishly.

"What?" Iruka yelped, half pulling away out of surprise at the unexpected question. The blush on his cheeks darkened perceptively.

He pulled Iruka back towards him, bringing their mouths a hair's breadth apart. "Well, you have to make up for being so very mean to me, right?" The words caused their lips to brush, and Iruka shivered before they could even sink in. When the hand slid up his thigh, he swallowed but decidedly didn't move away.

The rustle of paper startled him, and he blinked as Kakashi pulled away. "Hey! Give that back!" He snatched at the piece of paper and missed.

"Oh? Is this important?" The silver-haired thief held the paper just out of Iruka's reach and grinned over at him. "Am I not supposed to read this?"

Iruka pushed him backwards onto the couch and made another grab for the paper, only to have it yanked away again. "It's not yours, you brat!"

"Well, in that case I'll give it back." The grin remained and, when Iruka reached for the piece of paper, Kakashi moved it to his other hand. "/After/ I'm done reading it."

Iruka sighed and glared down at the copy-nin. "If you don't give it back right now, I'll tell your obaa-san."

Kakashi's jaw dropped, and he chuckled lightly as he handed the paper back. "Fine, have your secret little notes."

Iruka snatched the paper and shoved it into the couch cushions. "Thank you. And, we will." He smirked and folded his hands on Kakashi's chest before resting his chin on them.

"I'm really not as stubborn as she claims," Kakashi said, wrapping his hands around the chunin. "And, don't worry, I don't think she'd really hurt you."

"You weren't supposed to read it." He pouted at the jounin and wondered how the man had managed to do so in the few moments he'd had the paper. "/And/, you underestimate how over protective she is of you."

"Hmm... maybe, but if she hadn't decided to trust you, you wouldn't have been there when I got back from my mission. She's become extremely reclusive, in the last couple of decades." Kakashi tugged on a strand of Iruka's hair that had escaped from his ponytail. "So... you're going to guard me with your life, hmm?" The copy-nin asked with an amused smirk.

Iruka propped himself up and leaned forward to plant a kiss on Kakashi's lips. "Somebody has to." Shifting a little, he managed to position himself a bit closer so he could plant more little kisses on the man. He smiled when the jounin leaned into the kisses, opening his mouth slightly. Iruka lapped at the pale lips, keeping the kisses light and teasing. When Kakashi tried to deepen one particularly soft, slow kiss, Iruka pushed him backwards by the shoulders and smiled down at him.

"Please, just..." He asked, pressing their lips gently together again before breaking away. "Let me." Again, he leaned forward, this time nibbling on Kakashi's lower lip and drawing a whispered moan from the man. "I do want to make things up to you."

"Iruka, I didn't mean that." Kakashi brushed his fingers across the tanned cheek. "You don't need to. I was just teasing you."

He leaned into the touch, smiling. "I know." Turning, he kissed the pale wrist lightly. "I want to, though." Iruka felt the other relax and slowly returned his attentions to kissing the man; first on the lips, and then along the sharp line of Kakashi's jaw.

Sliding his hands down the toned chest, he pulled the edge of the dark blue shirt free. Iruka nibbled on the pale flesh of the jounin's throat as his hands played across the man's stomach, slowly working the fabric up. The hushed moans reassured him that the actions were very much appreciated.

When the calloused palms brushed roughly over a nipple, Kakashi sucked in a sharp breath. So, the chunin repeated the actions, delighting in the reaction it drew from the silver-haired man. Releasing the now red skin from between his teeth, Iruka slid down to pay those same attentions to the man's chest. He ran his tongue over the pale, pink skin and was rewarded with a soft moan. Iruka blew on the damp skin and watched the as the goose bumps spread over the pale skin before lapping at the taut nipple. Kakashi arched his back slightly as Iruka began suckling and nibbling at the flesh, drawing more appreciative sounds from the other man.

Breaking the contact, he freed himself of his jacket and dropped it beside the couch, then watched as Kakashi rid himself of his own shirt and mask. When the jounin tugged gently on the edge of Iruka's shirt, the brunette smiled and obliged, removing it with haste.

The moment he had it over his head, two hands yanked him forward. He barely managed to catch himself and half frowned down at the mischievous copy-nin. "Behave."

"But..." Kakashi started, only to have Iruka cut his words off with a kiss.

"Please?" With a slight pout, the jounin released him. Pushing himself back up onto his knees, Iruka dragged his hand over the man's bare chest.

"Pushy chunin," the other said with an amused smirk.

"Don't you like it when I'm pushy?" He grinned and tugged on the edge of Kakashi's pants.

"Maybe a little," Kakashi chuckled.

"Just a little? Are you sure about that?" Iruka pulled the edge down a little, letting the tip of his finger trail over hardening length. The jounin moaned and bit his lower lip.

"Mmm... okay maybe a little more than that," the jounin answered playfully.

"Well, that's good." Iruka chuckled as he dragged his finger along the line of the waistband, before tugging on the edge of the dark blue pants. He could feel his cheeks heating up despite his forwardness. The insecurity, that accompanied the fact he was fairly new to all this, was still there no matter how he tried to shove it aside. It had been easier when he was slightly drunk and had let the other man be in control.

"Iruka?" The sound of his name startled the chunin slightly, and he turned to look at Kakashi, feeling like his cheeks were on fire. As he did, the jounin yanked on his arm, pulling him down again. This time, the copy-nin caught him a moment before their heads would have collided. And, in the same motion, Kakashi leaned up and caught Iruka's mouth with his.

His mouth opened as he gasped his surprise, and the older nin seemed to take this as an invitation. Thrusting his tongue into the warmth of Iruka's mouth, Kakashi dragged his tongue over Iruka's teeth and along the roof of his mouth. The sensation sent shivers down the chunin's spine.

It was only when Iruka moaned at the delicious things Kakashi was doing with his tongue, that the other man broke the kiss, leaving the chunin a little dazed. "I meant it, Iruka. You don't need to apologize or make anything up to me."

Iruka pulled away, running his hands over Kakashi's hips, before pulling the dark blue fabric down. Smirking, and silently cursing the blush, he leaned down, looking up at the other man before slowly licking a line from the base of Kakashi's cock to the tip. The jounin inhaled sharply as his eyes slid closed for a moment.

Seeing the look of pleasure on the copy-nin's face boosted the chunin's confidence, and he ran his tongue over the heated flesh; sucking, and even occasionally nipping, as he did. The way the silver-haired man moaned and arched his hips had Iruka moaning in response as his body responded to the erotic sounds and damn near heavenly sight.

He lapped at the precum pooling on the pale stomach before lightly sucking on the source of the slightly bitter fluid. Kakashi's hand threaded through his hair, unwittingly pulling more of it free from the ponytail. Iruka began sucking harder, taking a little more of the turgid length into his mouth, and drawing further moans from the man. And, when Iruka gripped the base of Kakashi's cock and slid his mouth down the entire length of it, the older man let out a howl of pleasure.

Kakashi's hips thrust up, and Iruka had to pull back slightly to keep from chocking; he used his free hand to press the man forcefully back down before continuing. Sucking hard, he rubbed his tongue along the skin as much as he could with Kakashi's cock buried to the hilt. The copy-nin gasped and began repeating his name. The sound of it on Kakashi's lips sent another coil of warmth flooding the brunettes insides, and he shifted so he could rub himself against the other man's leg while he continued to tease him.

Slowly, he bobbed his head, occasionally letting the man's cock slip free, only to lap and suck at sensitive tip. He pushed his tongue hard against the slit, nibbling softly at the swollen flesh until Kakashi began to moan his name and thrust again, harder. He let the slick member slide from his lips and trailed hungry kisses up the man's stomach and chest. The hand he'd had on Kakashi's hip ran lightly over the man's cock as the jounin thrust helplessly into Iruka's loose grip.

He pulled his hand away as his mouth found Kakashi's neck, and reached down to fumble blindly beside the couch for the mineral oil he carried in his vest. Finally locating it, and pulling the bottle from the pocket it was tucked in; Iruka sat up, frustrated, and hastily rid himself of his own pants, then shifted so he could straddle the other's waist.

Kakashi grinned and ground himself against the chunin's ass, knocking Iruka off balance and tossing him forward. He caught himself, but glared playfully down at the other man anyway, before sitting back up and waving the bottle in front of the copy-nin.

"Since you can't behave, be useful." He smirked and handed the bottle over before leaning forwards again.

The lid clicked open, and Iruka shivered as the cool liquid slid down his crack, followed by a warm hand and probing fingers. His eyes drifted closed as Kakashi rubbed at the tight ring of muscle. When the first finger was pushed inside of him, he gasped at the sensation. He could feel himself tensing and tried to relax. Breathing deeply, he focused on how it felt as it slowly slid in and out. Then the second was pushed inside before he really had a chance to adjust to the intrusion, and he gasped at the slight pain.

It became apparent, however, that Kakashi knew more about what he was doing than Iruka, when he very quickly found the younger man's prostate, causing him to thrust backwards wanton and desperate for more, completely forgetting the pain. Kakashi slid his fingers against the spot, slowly scissoring and curling them until the chunin arched over, panting and moaning incoherently. His entire body was shivering as he clutched desperately at the pale man beneath him.

Dizzy with need, Iruka finally regained enough of his senses to reach around behind himself and clasp a hand around Kakashi's wrist in a silent plea for him to stop. The copy-nin, however, ignored him and thrust his fingers in again, dragging them roughly against the chunin's prostate. Iruka arched backwards, all but screaming Kakashi's name. And then, they were gone, a wet pop accompanying the motion. Iruka was torn between relief and regret, the desire buzzing across his skin.

Catching his breath, he released the other's wrist and ran his tan fingers over the man's erection. He took perverse pleasure in the way the other threw his head back and thrust against his searching fingers. Iruka delayed, actually grasping the other man's cock in favor of the teasing, grinning wickedly as he did.

"Iruka..." Kakashi gasped as he clawed at the fabric of the couch. The way the paler man writhed beneath him caused the chunin to rock back and forth, gently rubbing the underside of his groin. For a moment, his own eyes fluttered shut; and, he swallowed hard, bringing his own mind back into focus.

Relenting in his teasing, Iruka leaned forward and slid backwards until his ass was pressing hard against Kakashi's erection. Then, using one hand for balance, he lifted himself to his knees, slid the other between his legs, and positioned the other man's cock at his entrance. Then, very slowly, he pushed himself backwards.

He was surprised at how easily the tip slid in and moved his hand to rest on the copy-nin's hip. To his credit, Kakashi remained motionless. Iruka studied the other man's face as he let himself adjust. The silver-haired man had his visible eye closed and was swallowing hard in obvious restraint.

His eyes lighting with mischief, the chunin bit his lip and shoved himself down hard and fast. The sharp pain it caused was well worth the look of surprise on Kakashi's face; the jounin very nearly sat up as his eyes shot wide, and he gasped at the sensation.

Finally regaining his wits, Kakashi snaked a hand around Iruka's neck and pulled him down for a kiss. "If you're sore in the morning, you're not blaming me," he whispered against the chunin's lips.

"Mmm... I'm not worried," he said, running his tongue across the pale lips. "No school tomorrow. And, I don't have to stand in the mission room so it's not like anyone will notice if I'm limping."

Kakashi chuckled, shaking his head and relaxing backwards again; his hand trailing down Iruka's side to the chunin's hip. "Well... they might when you walk in. I suppose you could claim it was a training accident or a muscle cramp," he said, still chuckling.

Iruka leaned forward, his hips lifting as he slowly slid along the length of other's throbbing erection. "I guess I'll just have to leave early," he purred before slamming backwards, impaling himself again. He moaned as the action caused Kakashi's cock to ram hard into his prostate.

Both men were panting heavily as Iruka lifted himself again, this time when he slid back down Kakashi lifted his hips to meet the chunin's. The motion rocked the tanned shinobi forward, and he had to catch himself on the arm of the couch. He felt Kakashi's hands gripping his waist, steadying him. Smiling softly, he leaned down to plant a brief kiss on the soft lips in thanks.

Thrusting himself backwards, he moaned, reveling in the feeling of being completely filled by the other. Desire curled inside Iruka's stomach as he rocked forward and back again and again, his pace increasing with each iteration. Losing himself in the act, the brunette moaned his lover's name and incoherent things like Kami, fuck, and how good it felt, only to have the vocalizations echoed by Kakashi.

A pale hand wrapped around his dripping erection and kept an erratic pace with the chunin's near frantic rocking, dragging him closer to the edge. And, as Iruka slammed back down, Kakashi's hand slipped and lightly grazed the tip. The sensation sent a shiver though the chunin's body and he tightened around the other man's cock, dragging a rather loud moan from the copy-nin.

Iruka leaned backwards and lifted himself weakly as clutched the back of the couch. However, before he could slide back down, Kakashi thrust up, drawing a gasp from the chunin. The angle caused the copy-nin to slam directly into Iruka's prostate. His thighs nearly gave out under him when the action was repeated, but Kakashi's hand slid back to his hips, lending him the support he needed.

He wrapped his own hand around his throbbing erection, pulling roughly as the jounin continued to thrust into him. Rubbing the tip, he felt his muscles clench tightly as he finally came. The cum spilled over his hand and dripped onto Kakashi's stomach as the man thrust into him a few more times before finding his own release.

Iruka collapsed on top of his silver-haired lover, moaning weakly as he road out the last waves of the orgasm. Shaky arms slid over his back, holding him weakly as they both caught their breath.

"Mmm... so does this mean you like me?" Kakashi asked, chuckling softly. The copy-nin's breathing was still a little ragged.

"Maybe a little," he murmured against the flushed skin of the man's chest.

"Good, because I definitely like you. Maybe even a lot." The words were spoken softly, both more than a little sleepy.

He smiled and allowed himself to drift off to sleep.

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Iruka awoke when he tried to roll over and couldn't. Blinking sleepily, he opened his eyes to find Kakashi watching him rather intently. After a moment, it occurred to him that they'd shifted position, and he was lying between the back of the couch and a jounin with a rather possessive look on his face.

He yawned and smiled, fighting the desperate need to stretch. "You don't have to hold onto me quite so tightly, Kakashi-kun."

"I don't know. The last time I didn't, and you got away," the man replied, smirking.

"I promise not to run away." He attempted to stretch his legs and found they, too, were tangled rather thoroughly with the copy-nin's. Although, he did manage to stretch one, he had to settle for just his foot on the other.

"Hmm... I don't know. I like holding you," Kakashi said, squeezing him a little tighter.

"If you don't let me go, I won't let you follow me into the shower," Iruka threatened. "Besides, I /really/ need to stretch dammit."

Kakashi laughed softly before kissing the chunin on his forehead. "I love you, even if you do make rather silly threats."

"It's not a..." Iruka started before the other man's words sunk in and caused him to blush. "I love you, too." He'd known it was true the night before, when the other had made the promise not to leave. Although, saying it made it seem more real somehow.

The kiss was soft, chaste even, but still sent shivers down his back. When their lips parted, it took him a moment to recover. Kakashi leaned back, un-tangling his legs and, for the most part, releasing his hold on the chunin; although, a hand remained resting on his waist. Iruka stretched, then decided the shower could wait, and pulled Kakashi back against him.

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Kakashi tossed a book on the counter and tried, unsuccessfully, to stop grinning. Even with the mask, he knew Kiko could see it. He had come to let her know things had worked out, even if his original intention hadn't been to give her the information without tormenting her a bit first. Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to care.

"So, where were you last night?"

"Not here." He didn't move to take the book or pay for it, simply stood there grinning.

"Good." She handed him his book and went back to her inventory list.

He contemplated whether he should tease her about the threat she'd made to hurt Iruka if the chunin hurt him. Opening his book, Kakashi headed for the door. In the end, he'd decided not to, on the off chance he'd irritate her, and she'd do exactly what Tsunade had warned him against. Not that she'd poison her own grandson, but she wasn't above making him extremely uncomfortable. And, Kakashi wanted to remain in good health for the foreseeable future. Especially, since he had the next three days off.