Counting

“One… two… three…” Iruka’s fingers trailed over Kakashi’s body as he counted, sliding gently over his back and sides. His slightly calloused fingertips skidded over scars, just barely sliding against bruises before he moved to touch another imperfection on his lover’s body. He pressed against certain areas before he continued on, his counting continuing also. “Nine… ten… twelve…”

“Iruka.” Kakashi suddenly said, reaching back to catch his lovers hands. He was sprawled flat on his stomach and had almost been asleep before Iruka’s fingers had started sliding over his body and he had started… counting. “Why are you counting?” He asked, swallowing slightly as he looked back at the chuunin leaning over his body “Well… what are you counting and why are you skipping numbers?”

Iruka blinked a few times before he chuckled, his hands splaying against Kakashi’s back again once he had pulled them away from the other mans grasp. “Your scars, of course.” He said, smiling as he slid his finger along a rather prominent scar parallel to the silver haired mans spine. “And I’m skipping numbers because some scars are doubled over.” The Umino tapped Kakashi’s back after that, a soft hum coming from his throat. “You already have twelve and I’m not even half the way down your back.”

Kakashi made a soft noise at that, humming softly as he laid his head back against the pillow he had been using. He wasn’t anywhere near sleep anymore but at least he knew what was going on now. He had recently gotten back from a rather strenuous mission and he was fairly certain Iruka had noticed the new scars littering his body. Iruka did this every time he came home and the chuunin could see he had new injuries or scars. “Are you going to count them all again?” He asked, his voice muffled just a little bit by the pillow he was laying against.

“Every single one.” Iruka said without hesitating for a second, his fingers moving over Kakashi’s body again. “Sixteen…” He hated how many scars that Kakashi had on his body but he knew that was part of what made Kakashi who he was. If the other man didn’t have his scars, he wouldn’t be the famous copy-nin that everyone knew and… well, and he loved. Counting Kakashi’s scars were only part of what he was doing; this was also his way of making sure that Kakashi really was ok. If he could inspect every part of his lover’s body, he would be absolutely sure that the Hatake wasn’t hiding any injuries from him. He had tried doing that to him before and Iruka had not been amused.

“Every…” Kakashi groaned a bit at that, pressing his head further into the pillow. If Iruka counted every single one of his scars, it would take forever and Iruka would be touching all over his body. That would just cause more complications then he was up to right now. Normally he wouldn’t hesitate to jump Iruka and molest him until they were both panting and exhausted on the bed but he was already exhausted. This mission had really taken it out of him. But… there had to be a way to stop this before they got to that point… even if he didn’t really want to stop it. He hummed a bit, the noise rumbling into a low moan when he felt Iruka tug down his pants. “Iruka…”

“Hmm?” Iruka asked, looking up at Kakashi as he traced a scar on the curve of his ass. “Something wrong?” He asked, cocking his head to the side when he tugged a bit more on the others pants to reveal his ass He knew he had more scars there and he was quite serious about wanting to count them all. He actually held a tally of how many scars Kakashi received on each mission and they seemed to be getting less and less. That made him happy but he wouldn’t be entirely happy until Kakashi came back with no new scars.

Kakashi shivered again when he felt more of his body exposed. Ohhh, this definitely wasn’t good… if Iruka kept going like this, he would definitely get hard and then they would be doing something a lot more then cuddling like they said they were going too. “Iruka.” He murmured, letting the chuunin touch him for a few more moments before he suddenly flipped their positions, grinning down at Iruka who was not splayed out below him. “If you keep touching me, we’ll end up having sex; didn’t you just want to cuddle?”

Iruka made a soft sound of surprise when Kakashi used his Anbu level speed to flip them, grunting slightly when his back hit the bed. “Kakashi.” He murmured, licking his lips a bit as he looked up at his lover. “Fuck… I did say that… didn’t I?” He asked, another groan coming from his throat when he let his head fall back against the bed again. “Maybe… no… no, just cuddling, tomorrow you can jump me.”

Kakashi chuckled a bit at that, smiling as he leaned down and kissed the brown haired male softly. “Yes, tomorrow definitely, we both need sleep right now.” He couldn’t help but kiss Iruka again before he curled up beside the chuunin, pulling him into his arms with a sigh. He nuzzled against the other man, feeling that warmth he had been missing for so long come back as he held his lover in his arms. “I’ll let you count them all tomorrow so… lets just get some sleep, ok?”

Iruka pouted a bit but just nodded, sliding his hands up to touch Kakashi’s chest as he leaned against him gently. His head was rested in the crook of the other mans shoulder, his body pressed against as much of Kakashi’s as possible. “Yes… of course.” He murmured, smiling when he felt another kiss pressed against his lips, a soft ‘One’ resounding in his mind. When he was kissed once again, he smiled against his lovers lips. ‘Two…’

By the time they reached twelve, they had forgotten about this just being cuddling, their bodies pressing close as they kissed over and over. As the count reached fourteen then eighteen, Iruka felt Kakashi press inside his body, pulling a soft gasp from his throat. The twentieth kiss was against his neck, not his lips but he still counted it, it still felt ohh so good. Then a new count started, his mind drifted off, the number of kisses totally wiped from his memory at the feeling of that first, deep thrust into his body.

One.

Counting… it didn’t seem so important after that. It was the furthest thing from Iruka’s mind as Kakashi pressed deep into his body over and over again. They had both been so tired but… their bodies had needed each other so bad. Now they both lost count of how many times they came together, how many times their body reveled in each others pleasure before they fell back into the rhythm of fucking. No… counting just wasn’t important.

All that was important was their love.

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AN: Another needed fluff! And look, you got some smut there too! *giggles*

Well, I hope you like it, thank you very much for reading and don’t forget to read the author!