Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Can I keep You ? ❯ Part 21 : I Can't ( Chapter 21 )

Can I keep you?

Sequel to Pumpkins and Ravens

Main Pairings: Kakashi/Iruka, Sasuke/Naruto and others

Part of my 100 themes challenge.

 

Part 21 - I Can't (73)

 

Iruka couldn't help but watch Kakashi as the jounin ran his fingers up and down his own length, the way his thumb rubbed across the head had the chuunin's trousers tightening and his face flushed crimson. The teacher's eyes slid shut but that was almost worse, the delicious sounds of the jounin's hand rubbing his arousal and the needy whimpers that fell from hidden lips had his body thrumming with the need to touch the Copy-nin.

 

His hands curled into fists as he felt his resolve trying to falter, he was here and he knew quite evidently that Kakashi wanted him and he was going to have him. If the jounin wouldn't make a move - that meant he had to. Iruka could feel his blood flooding and filling his length that was throbbing with every moan and slick sound he could hear from the other side of the room. He wanted this man, needed him in a way he had never felt before.

 

Kakashi couldn't help but let his hips rock into his hands. He had needed this so much; his body had been humming with desire ever since he had been so tightly conformed to Iruka's body in the kitchen hours ago. He had tried desperately to fight off the images flooding his mind that kept his arousal rousing every time he looked at the young teacher. The images of numerous naked females, and on occasion, a naked Jiraiya had got him through some of the evening but after denying the tension building in his stomach for so long he couldn't take any more.

 

The Copy-nin couldn't bear the idea that he may wake up curled around the chuunin once more, or more importantly that he wouldn't wake in time to stop the erotic dreams that had been plaguing him and finding himself humping the teacher in his sleep. He felt his face flush deeply at the thought. He couldn't keep thought's of Iruka's caramel coloured skin, lean muscles and endearing smile from his head; he craved the other mans touch and he had almost given in earlier to that desperate need. But now here he found himself thrusting into his own hand, moaning and praying that Iruka didn't hear him in his impassioned state.

 

Iruka let his eyes slowly open as he shifted away from the wooden door he was resting against, hands running up to snag the hem of his top and pull it up and over his head, exposing his tanned skin to the moisture laden air. The trousers quickly followed, dropping as quietly as he could manage to the floor in a pile. The black boxers came next, the band in his ponytail the last thing to go, loosing the chocolate strands that the Copy-nin seemed to like so much. He bit his lip as his stomach fluttered with both nerves and anticipation. He had wanted this, had wanted Hatake Kakashi for such a long time the man roused something inside him that brought out his more assertive tendencies. He could only hope the other nin wouldn't reject him.

 

The chuunin walked across the tiled floor, taking note that he still couldn't see the jounin's face but he didn't mind, he believed that it would be a sign of their deepening bond when the Copy-nin choose to show him his face voluntarily. The shower was set in the corner of the room, water running freely down into the drain at the centre. The jounin had left the curtain open, unafraid of leaving his body exposed to an empty room. Iruka watched that hand stroking Kakashi length, noting the contrast between pale digits and flushed length as the jounin pleasured himself with a steady rhythm, adding the slightest twist each time, thumb kneading at the swollen head. Iruka licked his lips at the sight, heat building as he watched this graceful man pleasure his body while he thought of him. It made his heart race as he watched the other nin in such a raw moment.

 

Kakashi braced himself against the cool tiles, one arm propping up his body as his forehead rested in the cradle of his forearm and elbow. He could feel the coil of need slowly tightening as he stroked his cock, feeling his arousal pulsing as he thumbed the head. His balls tightened every time he kneaded at the tiny slit, eliciting milky beads of precum that pooled around the small opening before trailing down to his massaging hand. He could only hope that he could share something like this with Iruka one day, to just touch each other and just feel. It had been so long since he let himself drown in someone else touch and he wanted that with Iruka. He enjoyed the feel his own firm ministrations as the hot drops of the water slid over his slick back, easing the tense muscles as he rocked forward groaning deeply but he would give anything to feel the chuunin's hands on his skin.

 

His mind was filled with an image of the gentle chuunin, seeing him kneeling before him on the tiles as a soft pink tongue dipped from between his lips to run sensuously along the head of his arousal. He could see Iruka lapping at the honey that coated his tip taking the taste back into his mouth and humming so sweetly. It made his whole body tremble with need for the other man but it was echoed by a loneliness so acute it almost had him stopping and going to search out the other man if only for some measure of comfort. His fist clenched, pressing into the tiles as his thrusts became more erratic as he whispered the chuunin's name under his breath, “Nagggh...'Ruka.” he tried to concentrate on the image flooding his mind rather than the pain squeezing at his heart.

 

Iruka felt his mouth water at the sight, feeling the need to wrap his lips around that weeping cock and suck insistently until he could taste the jounin's milky seed. His cheeks lit up a deep crimson as he carefully and silently manoeuvred around the other man the sound of that wanton moan making his skin tingle with the need for touch. He could almost reach out and touch him, this man he had been hoping and waiting for so long. He wanted to take his time to stroke every inch of this amazing man to learn him as intimately as he wished to be learned by the Copy-nin.

 

The chuunin's felt his eyes prickle and shook his head to dislodge the sadness that filled him at the memories that washed through his mind, so many times that he had backed away from Kakashi's touch every time he tried to reach out for him he had hurt him and he wanted so desperately to make it right. He was just hoping quite fervently that he wouldn't end up hurt for his doing this. He could feel his own arousal pulsing with the need to be touched, and stroked, to have the other shinobi's hands on him, caressing him.

 

Iruka didn't dare touch his hungry cock feeling the intensity of his desire coiling in his gut; one touch might set him off. He bit his lip as his body reacted to the sights and sounds the Copy-nin made as he drew ever closer to that pink flushed body. He watched as rivulets of sweet honey spilled down the thick vein on the underside of Kakashi's aching length. He drew up close, his own heat slowly mingling with Kakashi's as drops of water hit his chest from the shower. This was it, he reached out, fingers trembling slightly and hoping that he wouldn't be turned away, he had been lost to this man for years and he was praying that he wouldn't get his heart broken again.

 

Kakashi couldn't feel anyone's presence in the room, so focused on the fantasy slowly playing out before him that the heat of a body behind him didn't register. His hand slowly glided across his weeping length as his closed lids fluttered at the erotic images floating through his mind. The chuunin lapping on his heated flesh, tongue dipping into the leaking slit and humming happily around the engorged flesh. His thumb stroked across the purpling head, and the coil of desire in his belly felt so taut he knew it wouldn't be long before it snapped and he would be relegated to remembering he was alone again.

 

It was a rare occurrence for the Copy-nin not to sense Iruka's presence, but the chuunin didn't think on it for long as he watched the flex and roll of the jounin's taut ass. He let calloused hands reach out shaking slightly; stilling only when they finally made contact with milky white skin flushed with heat and lust. He felt Kakashi jump under his touch but the other nin didn't turn, allowing him to run hands across and around his chest, looping over his stomach. He was thrilled when Kakashi didn't immediately push him away, being so careful not to cross any boundaries that the other nin might have. The fact that he wasn't currently sprawled out on the tiles with a new bruise to nurse made his heart race and his lips curl with a tender smile. Iruka pulled the Copy-nin against him wanting to feel his body, to make it real, he nuzzled his face into the damp silver strands inhaling the scent of vanilla shampoo as he spoke softly, “I want to touch you Kakashi.”

 

Kakashi couldn't help but whine in the back of his throat as warm, calloused palms raked across his sensitised skin. He wasn't truly sure if it was his imagination playing games or if Iruka had finally come to him. He didn't dare turn around to see, letting his body push back into the warm contours of the man he hoped was behind him. He felt his heart rate pick up at the feel of those warm hands stroking him so gently, it had been so long and the tender ministrations made a lump form in his throat. He could feel the chuunin's arousal pressed against his back and felt his ass clench as his hole flexed in need. It had been such a long time since someone had been allowed to penetrate him and yet he had no qualms about letting the chuunin do so. In truth he wanted it, wanted to feel Iruka touching every part of him inside and out, to know his body as though he were a map laid bare before him. What he felt instead was the slow shift of hands rubbing along the taught muscles of his abdomen, one hand going up and laying claim to a distended nipple the other heading south. He felt heat seer through the beaded skin flashing straight to his groin and he couldn't remember the last time he had felt such sheer unadulterated pleasure, he need this he needed his Iruka.

 

Iruka groaned at the press of Kakashi body against his own, feeling the way his ass clenched as his own needy length was pressed to the seam of the two pale globes. He couldn't help but gasp softly, as he let his hands trail over toned muscles lightly kneading and gently raking blunt nails over the taut muscles. He explored the unusually soft skin with infinite care, he had no idea if the Copy-nin would allow him to do this again. So he took advantage of it, lovingly caressing and teasing every thing he could touch - attempting to impress upon this independent man that he cared - deeply for him. He let his right hand trail upward, finding the tip of a rosy bud under his fingers. He ran his thumb in gentle circles over the beaded tip, feeling the jounin's breath becoming increasingly erratic. He let his fingers clamp onto the nub and plucked at the sensitive area, flicking and squeezing at it before trailing the pads of his fingers across to the other bud and paying it the same attention. The chuunin hoped that he was making as much of an impression on Kakashi as he had made on him, the feel of his skin under his hands was more than enough to make him happy, but the way there bodies melded together was more than his senses could handle. He was so warm and he fit against him as if they were made to be like this.

 

Kakashi gasped at the tender ministrations that run over his sensitive bud, arching into the feelings running directly from nipple to groin as Iruka plucked at the tingling nubbin. He could feel the chuunin's breath against his neck, panting and groaning as he let his body rub sinuously against the thick erection pressing against his ass. He wanted more, to feel Iruka's hands, his lips on his skin, he was dissolving against the teacher so deliciously. He couldn't help but moan the teachers name as he felt the brunet's fingers curl and tug at the silvery strands of hair surrounding his hungry cock, “'Ruka...please...” He felt the soft chuckle all the way down his spine, making his back press more firmly against Iruka's chest and thighs rubbing against his arousal as his heart rate ran riot inside his chest at the contact.

 

Iruka loved every response he could wring from the needy man, letting his tongue run delicate circles behind the copy-nin's ear before leaning and whispering softly into the jounin's ear, “You're so sexy `Kashi. I want to hear you moan.” He couldn't help trying to make the Copy-nin groan and whine with need, every sound, every movement drove his own desire higher for the older shinobi. Iruka's hand released the honey soaked curls surrounding Kakashi length, instead brushing the tips of his fingers over the digit's the jounin had curled around his own thick length. The Copy-nin was still pumping his cock with his fist almost absently as he moaned at Iruka's touch. Iruka loved the sounds Kakashi was making, the pleasure he was able to give the jounin made his heart swell with pride and lust. What he wouldn't give to have this powerful man under him, letting the chuunin touch and explore his body and bring him as much pleasure as he could stand.[Author ID1: at Mon Aug 24 20:57:00 2009 ][Author ID2: at Mon Aug 24 12:12:00 2009 ]

 

The chuunin wrapped a hand over Kakashi's own, letting his thumb swipe across the weeping slit as the water cascaded over them both. He growled huskily against the jounin's ear, “You have been teasing me Kakashi and now I'm going to tease you.” He nipped at the jounin's earlobe, as his thumb teased against the Copy-nin's' plush head as he let his own body rock and push the jounin's length through his fingers. Iruka loved the way their bodies seemed to fall into a pattern it was like they had been following this dance for years not mere minutes and he wanted it to feel like this forever. He wanted to keep Kakashi for his own, to be his as he wanted to be Kakashi's. The chuunin groaned around the succulent lobe as his thoughts strayed making his body want to be closer, even as his arousal was pressed between those to firm mounds.

 

Kakashi leant back into the motion, feeling his weeping arousal pulse as the chuunin wrapped his fingers over his own, when the other man began to rock into him he could feel his need rising again, his cock being caressed by his own hand and the other shinobi's as well as the press of the chuunin's obvious erection between his ass cheeks had him panting with hunger. His desire was building not just from the obvious caresses but from the touch of Iruka's hands, the feel of his breath that fact that he was here with him spoke volumes and he felt tenderness sweep through him for the teacher. He leant back from the wall, pressing the back of his head to the teacher's shoulder as they both found a steady rhythm. He loved the feel of Iruka's fingers touching him; the hand on his cock, his nipples and the light nibbling on his ear had his body taut on the very precipice of coming. He whispered softly, leaning to the side to try and look at the other shinobi he truly hoped was really there, “Iruka... kiss me.”

 

Iruka couldn't resist that pleading voice, the husky rasp of those words had his own body tightening as he continued to rub himself against the jounin. His hands caressing the Copy-nin's bowed chest as he stroked and kneaded the Copy-nin's weeping cock. He could feel his heart beating strongly in his chest and as he caressed every inch of Kakashi's flushed chest, ignoring the water that was still falling and soaking them both. He felt closer to Kakashi than he had ever been when those soft words fell from newly discovered lips.

 

He raised his own chocolate orbs slowly, not wanting to ruin the passion and need coursing through them both. His eyes took in the pale curve of his jaw, the small scar running from just underneath to the base of his jawbone the only thing marring that beautiful face. He looked across every feature absorbing the sight as though he was a starving man and Kakashi was a veritable buffet. He looked up over parted lips, seeing the deep pink muscle hiding inside swipe across plush lips. He felt his throat constrict as he gaze followed every curve and dip of the jounin's features, a prickle at the back of his eyes promising tears as he blinked rapidly to hold them at bay. He had dreamt of this, sharing something so special with the other man. He had tried to maintain Kakashi's modesty the entire time he had stayed with him and the fact that he wanted him to see; to touch made his body burn, his heartache and his mind hum with joy.

 

Iruka felt deep warmth inside his chest that he had never experienced before as the elder shinobi was slowly revealed to him. The chuunin had never thought that Kakashi would be comfortable enough with him so soon after everything had happened between them. His own team had never seen those pale features and it brought a flurry of excitement and pleasure whirling through his system that made his lips curl into a sweet smile as his heart fluttered in his chest. [Author ID1: at Mon Aug 24 21:09:00 2009 ]

 

Kakashi could feel Iruka's gaze as though it were a physical thing brushing over every contour of his newly exposed face. He had hoped beyond reason that he wasn't dreaming but to have this man pressed against him, finally looking at him completely naked made his heart ache with pleasure as he saw the tender expression sweep across the teacher's face. He felt relieved that Iruka hadn't balked, he had felt such extreme apprehension whenever he had chosen to expose himself to someone and though what he had done felt entirely natural with the younger nin it still made butterfly's whirl in his stomach. [Author ID0: at ]

[Author ID1: at Mon Aug 24 21:10:00 2009 ]

He could feel his body throbbing with all the sensation's being inflicted on his sensitive flesh but having the chuunin staring at him brought a deep blush to his cheeks as he gave the other man a tentative smile, “Like what you see `Ruka?” He watched as Iruka's eyes locked with his own and couldn't help but open his left eye, letting the swirling tomoe absorb the sight of the chuunin being so close, flushed with arousal. He watched as desire drenched umber closed the quietest whisper falling from those soft lips, “Yes…” as long lashes fluttered against tan cheeks and soft lips sealed over his own.

 

Iruka couldn't help staring at this man, he was so beautiful and he needed him so desperately. He leaned in watching the sharingan swirling and let his eyes close as he pressed his lips to Kakashi's, breathing in the rich taste of his lover as he let his mouth part and caress those soft petals. When they opened under his heated caress, his tongue slipped forward, teasing at the tip of the jounin's. And when he let the warm muscle slide from his mouth to meet between them they seemed to lock together, their tongues gliding and curling around each other. It was a sensuous dance that made Iruka feel connected to the jounin, sharing their bodies and trusting each other to allow such intimate explorations was a heady gift.

 

Kakashi couldn't help but turn, letting their chests meet as their mouth's connected, he felt Iruka's body press him back against the cool tiles, the chuunin's pressing against his own and let out a soft whine that was captured by their kiss. Iruka's wandering fingers ran across his chest, tweaking and teasing at his nipples before trailing to curl one hand in his hair and the other around their lengths. He loved the press of the teacher's body against his own the intimacy of finally having someone - having him - against him it felt so right. He broke away from the chuunin for air, his head falling back against the tiles as he opened heavy lidded orbs to watch the other nin. “Ru...”

 

Iruka took a panting breath, watching the jounin looking so delicious and he let his hand stroke them together. He groaned loudly, uncaring if the neighbours heard them and sped up the sinful friction, feeling Kakashi's silky wet strands under his fingers as he let his lips lick and nip across the jounin's chest. He could feel the heat building and he wanted Kakashi to come, so he dropped the hand lovingly twined in silver strands down to brush across both their swollen cocks kneading and rubbing them together as they rocked against each other. The skin of the Copy-nin's arousal against his own was velvety soft and he leaned into the other man feeling the jounin's calloused palms tweaking at his own nipples.

 

Kakashi couldn't hold back the feeling bubbling up from his centre from spilling over, with a flash of pure need and pleasure he moaned and thrust hard into Iruka's grip, feeling the corresponding pulse from the chuunin's cock so tightly pressed against his own. As he rocked his hips into the feeling, his eyes shut, mouth gasping and panting his pleasure. He could hear Iruka groaning and those warm calloused hands never stopped, milking them both for all they were worth. He saw stars as his body rippled with pleasure and he couldn't help but reach out and touch the other nin, hands kneading the brunet's tan skin.

 

Iruka had never seen something so erotic before. They way Kakashi thrust into his hands, against his weeping cock, the sweet groans and whimpers that fell from recently exposed lips had his pulse roaring as all the coiled tension in his gut snapped. He groaned and pressed against the jounin feeling the hot milky fluid hitting their skin. His pace eased as his body felt the sweet lethargy following such an intense orgasm. His eyes slowly opened and he watched as his lover's eyes lazily opened and turned down to him. He felt a piercing sweetness rush through him at the sleepy expression and he smiled back at the older man.[Author ID0: at ]

[Author ID2: at Mon Aug 24 12:31:00 2009 ]

His lover's voice was thick and drowsy when he spoke, “Hey there `Ruka.”

 

“Hey `Kashi.” He looked over the other nin, seeing the same contentment he himself was feeling as he carefully released their softening lengths. He could feel heat steal across his cheeks once more at his impulsive actions; he rubbed at the back of his neck as he watched the other nin, “So....”

 

He was greeted by a few silent moments before the Copy-nin leant forward and pressed his forehead to Iruka's, “So... feeling better `Ruka?”

 

“Hai..'Kashi'.” He leant against the other nin, loving the feel of their bodies pressed so intimately together and he smiled tenderly at the other man. “Kakashi...I have a question for you?”

 

“Hmmm...What is it `Ruka?” He turned inquiring eyes on the slightly smaller man.

 

“Will you stay?” [Author ID0: at ]

[Author ID2: at Mon Aug 24 12:32:00 2009 ]

Kakashi pondered that statement, tipping his head to the side much as his ninken would when they were confused. “Stay”[Author ID1: at Mon Aug 24 19:56:00 2009 ]

 

Iruka gave him a soft smile at the canine expression and replied.[Author ID0: at ]

[Author ID2: at Mon Aug 24 12:33:00 2009 ]

“Here ...with me. What I mean is will you move in with me. You basically live here anyways...” He'd looked down when he had asked but as he turned to look up once more he saw the look in his eyes, it stopped Iruka mid sentence. He felt something cold sending goose pimples across his arms.

 

Kakashi turned his face down looking at the water that was steadily turning cold; he wrapped a hand around the chuunin's waist to prevent him from backing away when he gave his reply, “I can't Iruka.” He watched as confusion followed by that lonely, crushed expression he had seen in the other's eyes once before. “'Ruka... I love being here with you...but...”

 

“I get it...” Iruka tried to pull back, it had been another impulsive move on his part and he could feel the heat of embarrassment flaming across his face rather than the arousal of moments before.

 

“You're not listening to me...” Kakashi didn't let go, he may not have gained back his full strength but Iruka wouldn't get away. Instead he trailed his hand up to Iruka's throat, watching with a deep pain in his chest as the other man flinched back. “That's one of the reasons Iruka. We need to try and trust each other first... I love being here with you but I don't want to hurt you again. Do you understand?”

 

Iruka reacted on instinct, pulling away from Kakashi when he went to touch his throat and he felt pain radiate from the other man when he did. He looked up into a lone sad stormy grey orb and he couldn't help but wrap his arms around the other man, “I'm sorry Kakashi... I wish...”

 

“Soon love... we'll sort this out.” Kakashi wrapped his arms protectively around the chuunin feeling the sadness he himself felt at the teacher's involuntary responses. “There must be a way to fix this... I will find it `Ruka.” He watched as the chuunin looked up with dark umber coloured orbs, he could see the loneliness deep inside and he leant and placed a chaste kiss to Iruka's brow. “Come to bed with me Iruka.”

 

“Hai. Kakashi.” The jounin could hear the defeat in his new lover's voice and he was determined to fix it, he hoped it would be soon because though Iruka had asked him something very important, he had his own question for the other nin and he wanted this pain that they were causing each other to stop.

 

They slipped out of the shower, quickly drying and changing into their clothes and making their way to the bedroom. Kakashi slipped under the covers and when Iruka went to lay down to sleep on top of the sheets the jounin grunted quietly pushing the other man off the bed and then holding the sheets up, “In... it's cold, hm.”

 

He watched as those soft chocolate orbs considered for a moment before crawling in to the bed and then he shuffled forward, wrapping pale arms around the chuunin so he was pressed firmly against him. “Night `Ruka.”

 

“Night Kakashi.”