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Ch. 8
------ Ch. 8 ------
Kakashi rubbed his thumb over the bite mark on Iruka's hip, chiding himself inwardly as he watched the other man sleep. There was another marking the dip where the man's thigh met his stomach, and the tips of Kakashi's fingers traced small circles around it and over it.
The fact that Iruka had asked, no begged for them, didn't help to ease his conscious. His ego refused to let the memory rest, and he was far too smart not to realize why.
"Please, Kakashi?" The chunin whispered the plea in his ear, while sitting on the copy-nin's lap in nothing but a pair of pants.
They'd been talking about Iruka's kink with spanking, and similar methods of bringing blood to the surface. The chunin had surprised him by sliding onto his lap and all but demanding Kakashi demonstrate. Then, when he'd hesitated, Iruka had leaned forward and whispered the request his voice sultry with need.
"Alright, Iru-koi." He'd had Iruka lie on his back, and then the jounin had pulled the edge of the brunette's pants down just enough to reveal a carmel colored hip.
The chunin watched him as he lowered his head to plant a light kiss on the skin. He licked the spot, smiling softly at the way Iruka gasped. Then, he pressed his lips against the skin, tracing small circles over the area with the tip of his tongue, relishing the shivers dancing down his own spine. Sucking at the flesh drew a moan from the brunette. When Kakashi lightly bit down, Iruka whimpered and then snaked a tanned hand down to touch himself before sliding the waist band down to grip his growing erection.
Kakashi decided this was by far the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, then quickly bit back the moan threatening to escape. He lapped at the tanned flesh watching the chunin writhe, the brown eyes closed in ecstacy.
When the flesh was warm, and slightly bruised, he pulled away.
"More... please, I need more," the chunin whimpered, arching his hips and pleading again.
Taking a deep breath, he forced the desire away, then leaned down to lap at the bruise that had started to form. Iruka moaned and threaded his fingers through Kakashi's hair.
Kakashi trailed kisses over the hip, nipping gently at the flesh before stopping at a point that had elicited a particularly thready moan from the chunin. He nibbled at the flesh, his hand gripping Iruka's other hip to hold him still as he began sucking at the new spot.
He felt Iruka's fingers brush his cheek as the man quickened his pace, moaning incoherent words. The copy-nin licked the skin and then pulled back to blow on it lightly. The brunette arched forcefully against Kakashi's hand, and the jounin sucked the flesh into his mouth, marking it a bright red.
When Iruka came, shuddering his release over his own stomach, Kakashi allowed a quiet moan to escape before he managed to clamp down on it again. Then, he pushed his own need aside again as he slid up beside Iruka and pulled the panting man against him.
The snuggling had become a part of their little routine about a month after arriving. Iruka had grabbed his wrist one night when he'd tried to slip away, and so he'd stayed. In the few weeks since, he'd begun to wonder how wise that decision had been.
Kakashi wasn't sure why he'd chosen this particular method; but, now that it was done, he couldn't keep his hand away from the marks. 'But, you're not mine...' Kakashi mused, the guilt washing over him again.
"Iruka?" he asked, unsure if the chunin was even awake enough to hear him.
"Hm?" Iruka asked, turning to look sleepily up at the copy-nin.
"Do you love him?" Kakashi wasn't sure why he asked when he already knew the answer. Maybe he was just as much a masochist as the man lying next to him.
The brown eyes blinked, the edge of sleep clouding them as the man yawned.
"Mmhm..." Iruka murmured, nodding slightly, his eyes sliding closed for a few seconds before he opened them again.
"Then, you should give him a second chance. He loves you, you know." Kakashi brushed a brown strand to the side. "You asked a lot of him, when you asked him to hurt you like you did. Ibiki really doesn't like to hurt people, but he did it for you, even though it hurt him." It hurt to say, but he knew it was true. "He doesn't deserve to have you hate him, Iru-koi."
Iruka stared at him a moment, surprise lighting his eyes. But, when the chunin yawned, sleep clouded them once again, and the man rolled back over, without saying a word, and fell asleep.
Kakashi laid there beside him, his fingers dipping beneath the chunin's waistband to brush the red mark again. He forced the tears and hurt away, he refused to let them fall. Iruka wasn't his.
Kakashi rubbed his thumb over the bite mark on Iruka's hip, chiding himself inwardly as he watched the other man sleep. There was another marking the dip where the man's thigh met his stomach, and the tips of Kakashi's fingers traced small circles around it and over it.
The fact that Iruka had asked, no begged for them, didn't help to ease his conscious. His ego refused to let the memory rest, and he was far too smart not to realize why.
"Please, Kakashi?" The chunin whispered the plea in his ear, while sitting on the copy-nin's lap in nothing but a pair of pants.
They'd been talking about Iruka's kink with spanking, and similar methods of bringing blood to the surface. The chunin had surprised him by sliding onto his lap and all but demanding Kakashi demonstrate. Then, when he'd hesitated, Iruka had leaned forward and whispered the request his voice sultry with need.
"Alright, Iru-koi." He'd had Iruka lie on his back, and then the jounin had pulled the edge of the brunette's pants down just enough to reveal a carmel colored hip.
The chunin watched him as he lowered his head to plant a light kiss on the skin. He licked the spot, smiling softly at the way Iruka gasped. Then, he pressed his lips against the skin, tracing small circles over the area with the tip of his tongue, relishing the shivers dancing down his own spine. Sucking at the flesh drew a moan from the brunette. When Kakashi lightly bit down, Iruka whimpered and then snaked a tanned hand down to touch himself before sliding the waist band down to grip his growing erection.
Kakashi decided this was by far the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, then quickly bit back the moan threatening to escape. He lapped at the tanned flesh watching the chunin writhe, the brown eyes closed in ecstacy.
When the flesh was warm, and slightly bruised, he pulled away.
"More... please, I need more," the chunin whimpered, arching his hips and pleading again.
Taking a deep breath, he forced the desire away, then leaned down to lap at the bruise that had started to form. Iruka moaned and threaded his fingers through Kakashi's hair.
Kakashi trailed kisses over the hip, nipping gently at the flesh before stopping at a point that had elicited a particularly thready moan from the chunin. He nibbled at the flesh, his hand gripping Iruka's other hip to hold him still as he began sucking at the new spot.
He felt Iruka's fingers brush his cheek as the man quickened his pace, moaning incoherent words. The copy-nin licked the skin and then pulled back to blow on it lightly. The brunette arched forcefully against Kakashi's hand, and the jounin sucked the flesh into his mouth, marking it a bright red.
When Iruka came, shuddering his release over his own stomach, Kakashi allowed a quiet moan to escape before he managed to clamp down on it again. Then, he pushed his own need aside again as he slid up beside Iruka and pulled the panting man against him.
The snuggling had become a part of their little routine about a month after arriving. Iruka had grabbed his wrist one night when he'd tried to slip away, and so he'd stayed. In the few weeks since, he'd begun to wonder how wise that decision had been.
Kakashi wasn't sure why he'd chosen this particular method; but, now that it was done, he couldn't keep his hand away from the marks. 'But, you're not mine...' Kakashi mused, the guilt washing over him again.
"Iruka?" he asked, unsure if the chunin was even awake enough to hear him.
"Hm?" Iruka asked, turning to look sleepily up at the copy-nin.
"Do you love him?" Kakashi wasn't sure why he asked when he already knew the answer. Maybe he was just as much a masochist as the man lying next to him.
The brown eyes blinked, the edge of sleep clouding them as the man yawned.
"Mmhm..." Iruka murmured, nodding slightly, his eyes sliding closed for a few seconds before he opened them again.
"Then, you should give him a second chance. He loves you, you know." Kakashi brushed a brown strand to the side. "You asked a lot of him, when you asked him to hurt you like you did. Ibiki really doesn't like to hurt people, but he did it for you, even though it hurt him." It hurt to say, but he knew it was true. "He doesn't deserve to have you hate him, Iru-koi."
Iruka stared at him a moment, surprise lighting his eyes. But, when the chunin yawned, sleep clouded them once again, and the man rolled back over, without saying a word, and fell asleep.
Kakashi laid there beside him, his fingers dipping beneath the chunin's waistband to brush the red mark again. He forced the tears and hurt away, he refused to let them fall. Iruka wasn't his.