Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Can I keep You ? ❯ Part 28 : Through the Fire ( Chapter 28 )

Can I keep you?

Sequel to Pumpkins and Ravens

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

Part of my 100 themes challenge.

Part 28 - Through the Fire (89)

Iruka followed behind the jounin, trailing him through the shoji before pausing to pull back from teasing lips whilst slipping one hand free. He spoke in a breathy whisper “Need to shut the door Kakashi.”

 

His hands fumbled behind him before he dragged his gaze from Kakashi to glance back long enough to grab the edge of the wooden frame and draw the sliding door shut with a quiet click. The chuunin's eyes remained away from the Copy-nin for only a moment. When he looked back his gaze wandered across the planes of Kakashi's body hidden behind the subtle folds of his kimono.

 

Iruka followed the beautiful design up long legs noticing the distinct bulge were the jounin's arousal pressed against the fabric as his eyes roved over his body and he couldn't help but eye the distinct shape, trying to assess it's size and shape as he wet his lips with need.

 

He wanted to taste, to touch. It had been so long since he'd had that pleasure. Iruka was a very tactile person and yet over the past few years he had starved himself of it and he knew with the way his skin was prickling at even the simplest brush of Kakashi's hands he was in for a very intense night.

 

Kakashi watched Iruka as he fumbled the door closed, biting his lip when he went to tell the brunet to leave it be as there were far more important things to be done. When the chuunin looked back at him, umber orbs trailing quite plainly up from his toes and pausing at his groin, he didn't stop the groan that slipped past his lips as Iruka's tongue peeked out and stroked across flushed lips.

 

He dragged the brunet forward, unconsciously keeping his hands away from the chuunin's throat as he leant in and purred hungrily, “If you keep that up sensei then we won't get very far.” He breathed in the lush scent of his favourite schoolteacher, the rich smell of chalk, paper and something rich and earthy that he knew was Iruka's arousal filled his senses and sent his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

 

He nipped at the chuunin's earlobe before pulling away; snagging the brunet's hand in his and tugging him gently down the corridor. There were many door's along the way but all remained firmly shut, though this place was his home he had yet to face some of the memories that filled it's quiet halls.

 

Kakashi hoped that he might choose to open them one day if Iruka stayed with him. He believed that the chuunin's very presence would help him face, and come to terms, with his past. He shook off the melancholy thoughts in favour of the imagining what was to come. He just hoped he didn't frighten Iruka away.

 

Iruka shuddered at the brush and firm pinch of teeth pressing against his earlobe, Kakashi's husky words drawing a deep moan from inside him before he was tugged along behind the jounin. He didn't really look at the corridor he walked down; he could feel the hard wood floor under his bare feet, the sound of their passing whispering through the hallway.

 

His attention was focused on the confident strides that Kakashi took, even in the dim lighting; he would have been lost in this place if he'd been by himself. It was strange to realise that this place was Kakashi's childhood home; the fact that he knew his way in the dark reinforced that idea but it still felt foreign.

 

Iruka pulled back on his wrist, forcing the jounin to slow and look back at him with a puzzled frown marring his face. Iruka chuckled lightly at the complete expression that he could now see on Kakashi's features, “I know you want to get to a bed but your pulling my arm off.” He felt the jounin's fingers release and he quickly laced his own through them, giving a gentle squeeze. The brunet drew closer, bringing them side by side and planted a kiss to the edge of Kakashi's lips, warm breath ghosting across the newly visible skin, “I'm not going anywhere.”

 

Kakashi sighed, his frown lifting as he eyed the brunet stood beside him, “Mah…sorry sensei.” He hadn't even realised that his grip had been almost painfully tight around Iruka's or that he'd been almost running down the corridor. Though he knew part of it was likely worry that Iruka may change his mind but there was something else - this place. He wasn't comfortable inside the part of the house and he wanted to get the chuunin to a place were he could relax more and truly enjoy what would hopefully come out of this night.

 

He rubbed at the nape of his neck; eyes closing and a small sheepish smile tilting his lips. He heard Iruka's warm laughter fill the quiet space and it made something heavy lift from his body, he looked into mirth filled umber orbs and couldn't help but let his sheepish smile turn into a grin. God did he love this man. Iruka had so easily shifted his anxiety and discomfort into simple pleasure - with just a warm look and a happy smile. This man was truly amazing.

 

He squeezed the chuunin's fingers with his own, turning and looking back over his shoulder eyeing the other man appreciatively, “This way sensei.” The pause had brought a little more levity to his mind and though need was burning inside him with the pulse of his heart he felt more in control. He walked sedately forward, enjoying the brush of Iruka's body against his side as the moved together into his part of the house. He guided the younger man through to his bedroom, standing in the doorway and allowing Iruka to absorb the small room that was lit with soft amber light from the desk lamp in the corner.

 

Iruka couldn't help but laugh at Kakashi's expression; he'd looked so much like one of his pre-genin when they'd been caught doing something they knew they shouldn't of. He was pleased that Kakashi hadn't taken his laughter as some kind of insult, revelling in the grin that was plastered across the jounin's lips and knowing he had put it there.

 

He remained quiet as Kakashi escorted him to what he assumed would be the Copy-nin's bedroom and he was pleased to note he was right. He felt little tremors course across his skin whenever they touched, the jounin's forearm ticking the hairs on his own arms made him feel light and needy inside. He truly was starved for touch and he hoped after tonight that he wouldn't be again. He could feel nerves twisting in his gut but he pushed them down, nervous anticipation taking the primary seat in his mind. He could remember the shower they had shared all those weeks ago, the press of flesh on flesh and the sight of Kakashi's body slick with water and aroused.

 

He let a soft sigh of pleasure slip past his lips and hurriedly looked up, relieved when Kakashi didn't turn to look at him. He assessed the room they were now entering, eyes blinking at the brightness that was in truth a soft amber glow emanating form a lamp. He took in the simplicity of the furnishings, small desk, bedside table and a bookcase filled with coloured spines that he just knew belonged to Kakashi's Ichi-Ichi books. He smiled and looked up at the jounin, pleased to see Kakashi looking down with a curious air about him. “It's nice.” He watched Kakashi relax and gave the other nin a sneaky look, “And now I know were you hide your porn.”

 

Kakashi gave the brunet a knowing look before leaning in close enough that their noses touched, “Leave the Ichi-Ichi alone. I can promise you won't mind it once I've had my way with you.” The jounin gave a lecherous grin that the brunet could finally see.

 

“And who said you'd be having your way with me hmmm…” Kakashi backed up a little at Iruka's words, slightly surprised but he could feel his arousal climbing at that promise. What would it be like to have Iruka take him, to expose himself so completely to someone else? He felt a thrill of pleasure rush through him and he knew he wouldn't mind it; in fact he was sure he'd love it - if it was Iruka.

 

He smiled down at the chuunin, “Let the best shinobi win….hmmm sensei?”

 

Iruka looked up into the jounin's sole grey orb and smiled, “Hai Kakashi.”

 

Kakashi gently guided Iruka into the room, leaving him stood beside the end of the double bed before going to the bedside table. He spoke in a calm tone as he went, watching Iruka from the corner of his eye, “When I researched this I was given quite a few ideas on how to deal with it. So if this one doesn't work we'll try something else.” With those words he opened and fished inside the bedside table, feeling the soft material as he pulled it out.

 

Iruka watched the other man walk around the bed, his words seeping into his mind. He appreciated what Kakashi was trying to do, the reassurance that they could try again was welcome but he truly wanted this to work. He felt butterfly's dancing in his stomach and let a hand rest against the tumultuous feeling and rubbed gently. When Kakashi pulled the dark bit of fabric from the draw and turned to face him fully he was puzzled. What was that…. Oh. “A blind fold? How will that help us?”

 

Kakashi wanted to walk back around the bed at the sight of a slightly confused Iruka; he wanted to touch the small crease that dimpled the skin between his brows. Instead he watched as his soon-to-be lover's mind ticked through everything and dark orbs looked up at him in question. He responded as he walked carefully closer, remaining as unthreatening as possible, “The idea is that being a man you are very visual. I have noticed that even when I do not touch you the threat of touch that you can see sets you off. If you can't see what I am doing it is less likely you will try to move away. The idea behind what I'd like to try is touch. If I can acquaint you to my touch on your body I should be able to touch your throat without issue. Now this won't be an instant cure but hopefully we'll be able to do this in future without a blind fold but I think it will help this time.”

 

Iruka listened to Kakashi's explanation quietly, going over his points and knowing that they did make a lot of sense. He wasn't sure how he felt about being blindfolded and completely in the dark and he knew that it would likely heighten his tactile stimulation, which both excited and concerned him. Would Kakashi be upset if Iruka became a little over stimulated? He looked over at the other nin and knew with the warm look that Kakashi was giving him that he wouldn't mind and knowing the jounin he'd likely enjoy it - pervert.

 

When Iruka realised just what the Copy-nin was doing he let out a growl of his own. The way he was slowly sidling closer, cautious, with his hands strategically down and non-threatening he gave the Copy-nin and knowing look, “I am not some feeble woman Kakashi. I will not run away so stop behaving like I am a skittish deer.” The chuunin stalked towards Kakashi, grabbing the jounin when he was close enough and dragging him down into a hungry kiss. It was all teeth and tongue to start with, harsh nips and steady thrusts but Iruka felt Kakashi's tongue and lips gentling him, caressing his lips and tongue almost reverently and he couldn't help but moan and lean into the reassuring touch. When Kakashi pulled away they were both gasping for air? Iruka looked up into Kakashi's face, need in every feature as he husked, “God I need you… please…”

 

Kakashi was shocked by the intensity and almost violence in Iruka's kiss and though he understood why the chuunin felt that way he didn't want this to be what their first time would be about. He went about trying to gentle the brunet, laving his lips and tongue with gentle touches, slow slides and needy moans and it worked. The moment Iruka groaned with need and their bodies pressed flush together he knew the sudden anger that had filled the nervous chuunin had gone. He pulled back on a gasp to see the raw passion and desire in umber orbs and he couldn't help but comply with Iruka's pleas, “Yes love… close your eyes.”

 

Iruka whined softly, hands fisted in Kakashi's kimono, body rubbing needily against the other man as he watched Kakashi stretch the silky fabric between his hands. His eyes slid closed as Kakashi leant in, he could feel the soft brush of the fabric as it came down over his eyes and he took a few deep pulls of air into his lungs to try and calm his frantically beating heart. He felt Kakashi's breath against his ear and then smiled tenderly at the soft crooning the jounin made as he tied the fabric behind his head.

 

“Alright love now come over here and mind your self. There now crawl up the bed and stop when I tell you.” Kakashi was deeply aroused by the sight of Iruka, blindfolded and needy. The way he followed his requests filled him with a sense of power he hadn't thought about, it was a heady feeling and yet he knew that this was about more than just pleasure. Though that was a big part. He spoke softly, “Stop there and turn over onto your back. Now relax and breathe I'll do the rest.”

 

Iruka did as told, reliant on the Copy-nin to not let him hurt himself. He felt the press of the mattress at his knees and carefully knelt and moved up the bed. Iruka stopped dead at Kakashi's command and rolled over onto his back. He felt nerves take him for a moment, breath speeding up and his heart fluttering rapidly then he felt warm hand gently stroke across his cheek and a slight pressure rest next to his body.

 

Kakashi.

 

Iruka sighed softly, taking in a few steadying breath's as Kakashi's calloused hand stroked over his skin. His heartbeat eased and though his excitement and nerves were still there he felt calm enough to start.

 

Kakashi spoke gently to the chuunin, knowing from less comfortable experiences that being blindfolded could be very disturbing, “You okay Iruka. Tell me and I'll stop if your not ready?”

 

“No I'm okay just go slow please.” Iruka leant into Kakashi's touch in encouragement, his hands carefully placed on either side of him clenched the fabric of the bedspread and he felt the soft brush of lips against his cheek and then the weight beside him moved.

 

“Okay sensei but give the word and I'll stop alright?”

 

“Hai Kakashi.”