Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Iruka's feeling sick. ❯ Iruka's feeling sick. ( Chapter 1 )

Iruka woke up with a pain in his stomach that made him bolt into his bathroom and puke out his dinner from last night. This was about two hours ago. He hasn't left his bathroom since. He was on the floor, leaning against the wall facing his enemy; the toilet. He was just thankful that it was a Saturday. Meaning he didn't have to go to the academy, or face those brats. He just didn't have the energy. He wanted to leave his bathroom, he really did, but the last time he tried the room started spinning and he puke up something that he didn't quiet recognize. He was tired, and smelled like vomit. He just wanted to make it to his bed and try to get over whatever was making him feel so sick. There was a knock at the door and he groaned, Go away. The knock came again, if anything, more persistent. Go away. He mentally yelled at the visitor, knowing that he just didn't have the energy to do so. He heard the door open. Who-

 

“Iruka?”

 

Iruka gave something that was between a groan and a whimper, No, I don't want him to see me like this, I can't even get away from the toilet. He then proceeded to glare at the toilet, but realized that doing so made his head hurt.

 

“Iruka?”, Kakashi's voice was closer now, making his way to the bathroom.

 

No. Go away, damn you!

 

He saw a form at the doorway from the corner of his eye, but didn't dare look his direction, only because he knew if he did so, the motion would only make him puke again.

 

“Wow, you look like shit.”

 

Iruka only groaned in response.

 

“And I bought Takoyaki too.”

 

Iruka lunged forward and retched, he could feel Kakashi pulling his hair out of the way. I don't even want to think what that could have been. He flushed the toilet and made an effort to get up but failed miserably.

 

“Iruka, are you alright?”

 

Iruka wanted to glare but remembered that the last time he did, it made his head hurt. What does it look like?!

 

“Right, stupid question. Here, let's get you out of this bathroom.” Kakashi put his hand on Iruka's elbow and helped him to stand. Iruka stumbled and had difficulties standing up straight. When Kakashi started to lead him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, the room started to spin again and his head started to pound. He let out a groan and stood his ground when he began to sway while Kakashi steadied him.

 

“Come now, you can't stay in here all day.”

 

…Sure I can.

“…more like I won't let you stay in here all day.”

 

Iruka let out a small whimper when Kakashi started on leading him to the bedroom. It wasn't that far, really, but why did it feel like his bed was so damn far?

 

“Oh, you should rinse out your mouth first”

 

This time Iruka did glare at him.

 

“Come on, we're still in the bathroom.” Kakashi led him to the sink and turned the water on. Iruka rinsed his mouth and slowly made the effort to stand up straight. Nope, not gonna happen. This time Iruka made it to his bed, Kakashi made him sit while he arranged the pillows so he could lean against the headboard.

 

“There. Try to get comfortable, alright? I'll make you some tea and get you some aspirin.” At that, Kakashi left the bedroom and made his way into the kitchen.

 

Iruka felt tired. He just wanted to sleep, but he was pretty sure he had a fever. He let out a small whimper as his stomach made a strange sound. I hate being sick, Iruka leaned his head back to the headboard which was cool against his scalp. He closed his eyes and tried not to think about the impending headache. He heard a clatter in the kitchen and frowned. He heard Kakashi make his way back to the bedroom.

 

“Hmm, don't tell me you fell asleep before you could get the aspirin in you.”

 

Iruka frowned and opened his eyes to see Kakashi with two cups in his hands.

 

“Water for the aspirin,” lifting his left hand slightly, “and chamomile to help you relax,” lifting his right hand. He handed him the cup of water and two white pills. Pills. Iruka seemed to have forgotten that aspirin came in the form of pills. That meant that he had to swallow them. Iruka mentally groaned, he was having enough difficulties keeping things down, let alone swallow pills with a gulp of water. He eyed the pills wearily, the thought alone made his stomach flip, which wasn't such a pleasant feeling right now.

 

“Just drink them.”

 

“Easy for you to say…” Iruka mumbled.

 

“Unless you want me to help you swallow them” Iruka slowly turned his head towards Kakashi, who was leering at him. Iruka quickly looked away. Bad move. He shut his eyes and his head began to throb.

 

“Easy now”, Kakashi put his hand on his Iruka's shoulder.

 

“Urgh”, Iruka put one pill in his mouth and took a drink of water.

 

“See that wasn't so bad,…now swallow the other one”, Iruka put the other pills in his mouth and took another drink. I just hope the water will stay down. Kakashi took the cup and placed it on the bedside table.

 

“Thank You”, Iruka said hoarsely.

 

“hmm. I think your tea has gone cold”, he frowed and looked at Iruka who looked as if he was going to pass out any time soon, he eyed him for a moment, “ How about I change your shirt? It's probably sweaty and smells like vomit.” He walked over to Iruka's dresser and opened a drawer to pull out one of Iruka's night shirts.

 

“You don't have to”, Iruka tried to plea.

 

“It'll make you feel more comfortable”, he walked over to Iruka and proceeded to take Iruka's shirt off.

 

“Ugh”, he just didn't have the energy to fight him off.

 

Hmm, so docile, Kakashi mused, no! bad Kakashi! Iruka's sick, he needs rest. All of these movements were starting to make Iruka feel nauseas.

 

“Oh god”

 

“hmm?-“

 

“I think I'm going to sick”, he brought a hand up to his mouth and shoved Kakashi out of his way, and ran to the bathroom. Kakashi was taken a bit by surprise but when he heard Iruka retching, he hurried to his side, and held his hair out of his face. Without his shirt on, Kakashi was able to see the muscles on his back flex and tense. His shoulder blades working with the muscles under that tan skin - No! Bad Kakashi! Damnit. Iruka relaxed and panted for air I have no idea what I could be puking out by now. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and leaned back against Kakashi, letting his head loll back. His half lidded eyes were teary from his efforts, and beads of sweat were beginning to form on his forehead.

 

“If only…” Kakashi murmured.

 

Iruka tried to stop the room from spinning and looked up at Kakashi "wha?" was the only response that he was able to think of.

 

“If only you didn't smell like vomit…”, he whispered, his breathe ghosting over Iruka already hot ear.

 

If Iruka wasn't currently being ill in the bathroom and if the room would just stop spinning, he would have blushed at the implication. However, his fever induced mind threw him the movements that would be involved. Movements…Iruka felt his stomach turn, oh god - He lunged forward and retched again. He felt one of Kakashi's hand rubbing soothing circles in between in shoulder blades, while the other held his hair. Iruka slumped to his side, and flushed the toilet.

 

“Come on…” Kakashi helped him up and towards the sink to rinse his mouth, “I hope the aspirin wasn't involved in that…” He led Iruka back into the bedroom and sat him on the bed. Iruka shut his eyes as his head pounded away. He felt something soft go over his head, and realized it was the shirt that Kakashi was trying to change earlier. He raised his arms in attempt to help him.

 

“I'm going to make you some more tea”, Kakashi said as he leaned his against the headboard. He closed his eyes in an attempted to relax. His stomach was starting to get sore, and his head…Iruka whimpered softly as Kakashi left the room.

 

Damnit. Kakashi cursed at himself. He's not used to taking care of others, because, frankly, he's never had to. He's always had to take care of himself, and he did a bad job even doing that. Heck, he would rather suffer from blood loss than go to the hospital after a rough mission. How…what.he didn't even know where to begin. Sure, he knew the basics of taking care of a cold or in this case, the stomach flu. Take some aspirin to ease the pain and rest, but Iruka appeared to be in much discomfort and he just didn't want to see him this way, but he also didn't want to leave him in case he needed him. He wasn't so sure how he was supposed to comfort the tan dolphin. He sighed. Yet, Iruka always seems to know how to comfort me when I come back from a harsh mission…especially when I didn't know I need comforting, Kakashi poured the hot water over the tea bag to seep in.…This shouldn't be this hard. He walked over back into the bedroom, and saw Iruka with his head leaned back against the headboard. He seemed to have notice Kakashi and slowly turned his head his direction, looking at him through half lidded eyes.

 

“Are you feeling better?” he asked as he handed him the hot tea.

 

“Ugh, somewhat. I'm sorer than nauseas though.” Iruka sipped some tea, “thank you.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

“Sorry to have bothered you with this”, he tried to smile but failed.

 

“Don't worry about it.” Kakashi eyed him for a moment, “You should get some sleep.”

 

“Ugh. No thanks, I don't want any fever induced dreams”, Iruka frowned as he took another sip of his tea.

 

“Do you have a thermometer?”

 

“There should be one above the sink, behind the mirror.” Kakashi walked into the bathroom to retrieve the instrument.

 

“You know”, he drawled walking out of the bathroom; “they say that the best reading is taken rectally.”

 

“And whose `they' exactly?”, he took another drink from his tea, trying not to think about the way Kakashi was looking at him. He didn't like the way Kakashi was grinning. It was worrying.

 

“Does it matter?” Kakashi said grinning wider, and stalked over to Iruka.

 

Iruka swallowed hard, which then made him whimper because it hurt to do so. I don't like where this is going. “How about we just do this orally?”

 

“My my sensei!”

 

Iruka blushed under is already flushed face, and glared at Kakashi, “Argh, you know what I mean you pervert!”

 

“Ah, but don't you want the best reading? Don't want to get the reading too high or too low now do we?” the bed dipped under Kakashi's weight as he crawled over to Iruka. Iruka yelped when he felt Kakashi pull him down, to make him lay down more on his back rather than his sitting position. “Don't want you getting sick now by rolling you over,” he smirked up at Iruka who seemed to want to kick him off, but just didn't have the energy to. Iruka gave something in between a groan and whimper as he felt Kakashi's cool fingers dip under the waistband of his sweatpants. He shivered as the cool air hit his newly exposed skin. His sweatpants were dragged down past his knees and past his feet.

 

“Don't want these getting in the way, hm?” Kakashi smirk at Iruka's attempt to glare at him. He gently raised Iruka's knees, and spread his legs. He grabbed the instrument and shook it before probing Iruka's entrance with it.

 

“Ah!,” Iruka yelp at the coldness of the glass.

 

Kakashi grinned, “Come now Iruka, you've taken things bigger than this.”

 

Iruka blushed and glared at the jounin, “sh-shut up! Just get this over with!” good thing it doesn't hurt as much to glare at him, damnit.

 

“Now, Now Iruka, I want to do this right.”

 

“What's so difficult about taking tempera -“ Iruka gasped as the cool glass rod slipped into his anus.

 

“You look eager, Iruka,” he looked up at Iruka's flushed face and trailed his eyes down to his not so flaccid cock. Good to know that his libido isn't affected by his fever, Kakashi mused with a grin.

 

“Sh-shut up,” Iruka could have sworn his blood was rushing to his face, more like he wished it was. Apparently it was heading south. I can't believe I'm being turned on by this, Iruka whimpered when he felt the glass rod being pushed in deeper.

 

“Relax Iruka,” Kakashi cooed as he kissed Iruka's thigh.

 

Iruka's breathing was coming out shallow as he tried to stay calm himself. Stupid libido, Iruka turned his head and shut his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at the silver haired jounin. “How-how long does it have to be in there?” Iruka involuntarily panted out.

 

“Hmm, I would give it a few minutes,” Iruka could hear that grin on Kakashi's voice. Kakashi looked up and noticed that Iruka was facing away from him. Hrmm.

 

“Ne, Iruka? Is it uncomfortable?” He placed his hand in Iruka's hot cheek and turned his face glently towards him. Iruka leaned in to the cooler touch, flushed and panting. “Iruka?”

 

“N-no. It's not.” Damn, libido. It's just a glass rod. Iruka whimpered as he felt Kakashi shift.

“I think we can take this out now,” he slowly slid the rod out, and looked at the degrees, “99.1, that's not so bad. Only five tenths off of the regular body temperature.” He placed the instrument off to the side, and eyed Iruka's fully erect penis.

 

“My my Iruka, if a glass rod does this to you - “ Iruka groaned and murmured something inaudible.

 

“What was that, Iruka?” Kakashi pressed, and he let a hand trail down his inner thigh, as the other snaked into his shirt and trailed down his spine.

 

“It's you,” Iruka breathed out, “it's you damnit. Not the damn rod. You do this to me.”

 

My Iruka, my sweet, sweet Iruka, he leaned in and gave Iruka a kiss on the temple, “Would you like me to take care of you, Ruru?” He breathed into Iruka ear and he felt the younger man shiver. He gave him one last smirk before repositioning himself in front of Iruka's cock.

 

“Don't - “ he gasped as he felt Kakashi lick his slit.

 

“Just relax, Iruka” he gave him another lick, “enjoy”, he gave a long lick from hilt to tip, “Just enjoy.” He kissed the tip and breathed on it, making Iruka shiver. He took Iruka into his mouth, he felt Iruka shudder, he shivered and he heard the chunnin pant and moan. He bobbed his head and licked the tip to taste the bitter pre cum, as one of his hands softly messaged his scrotum, the other held the hips down.

 

“'Kashi” Iruka moaned out, his already hot body was beginning to form beads of sweat. Kakashi dragged his teeth along the shaft while he hummed, “oh god - “, Kakashi relaxed his throat and took all of Iruka in to the hilt. Iruka moaned and clenched at his pillow. He wanted to rock his hips up but there was a hand on his hips holding him down, and he really didn't want to risk any sudden movements. He felt a warm tightness in his stomach and for a second he thought he was going to be sick again. However, it was something better. So much better.

 

“'Kashi - “ Iruka said between pants, “'Kashi”. Kakashi hummed in response, the vibrations traveling up his shaft. “Ohgod- `Kashi, I-ah”, Iruka involuntarily arched his back and a hand came to rest at the small of his back and his tailbone, subconsciously rubbing soothing circles. Kakashi lifted his head and whispered, “Come for me, Ruru”, lips brushing sweetly at the tip before taking him completely again, dragging his teeth as he did.

 

“Kakashi!” Iruka cried out as he arched his sweat glistening body as he came into Kakashi mouth. Kakashi milked him, sucking until there was no more. Iruka went into a boneless panting state. Kakashi licked his lips, and hovered over Iruka, looking down at the flushed face. He brushed away the strands of hair that were sticking to his face, and kissed his forehead.

 

“You alright?” he whispered as the younger man tried to calm his breathing. He gave a slight nod before closing his eyes. Kakashi smiled at the sight he snaked his hands into Iruka's shirt and pulled it off, it would do him no good to stay in a sweaty shirt. He ran his fingers through Iruka's hair; he fluttered his eyes but closed them again. Kakashi kissed his forehead again, his cheek, the scar on his nose, then his lips.

 

“Now sleep,” he whispered against Iruka's lips, and slowly climbed off the bed, pulling the covers and tucking Iruka in. Iruka sighed, squirmed a bit, and relaxed. Kakashi smiled and walked out of the room.

~*~*~

 

Iruka woke up a few hours later. He looked over to his clock at saw that it was 6pm. He groaned, and sat up, and realized he was naked. What - then he remembered why. He blushed and looked around for his sweatpants; he found them on the floor next to a dirty shirt that he threw into the hamper. He made his way out of the bedroom and found Kakashi sitting on the couch, sleeping. He smiled and walked over to him, sitting next to him careful not to trigger his jounin instincts. He ran his fingers through the silver locks and smiled as the jounin leaned into the touch. He gingerly placed a hand on the jounin's shoulder and leaned in to give him a chaste kiss, he gasped when he felt the jounin wrap his arm around his waist to pull him closer, draping the chunin over his lap, and deepening the kiss. Iruka ran his hand through the silver locks and came to the back of the neck, pulling him closer. The heated kiss was on the verge of wakening the need Kakashi had earlier, so he pulled away and smiled at the blushed chunin.

 

“So I take it that you feel better?”

 

“Yes, a lot better,” Iruka could feel his cheeks heat up even more, “um,…thank you.”

 

“Hmm? For what?” he questioned as he nuzzled the chunin's jaw line.

 

“Uh, I think you helped me break the fever…” he averted his eyes away from the smirking jounin.

 

“Hmm, anything for my Ruru,” he nibbled at Iruka's earlobe as he heard a low rumble come from in between them. Kakashi pulled back with a questioning look. Iruka chuckled.

 

“I think I'm hungry,” he blushed and gave him a coy look. Kakashi chuckled and kissed his forehead.

 

“How about I make some vegetables miso soup? I think that's light enough for a weak stomach,” Kakashi suggested, “and I'll make some Onigiri in case you feel up for it later, hmm?”, he added as an afterthought.

 

Iruka's stomach answered for him with a loud grumble, they both laughed, “That sounds good to me too,” and laughed before grabbing at his stomach, “ow ow ow”

 

“Are you alright?” Kakashi asked placing his hands on top of Iruka's.

 

“Yeah,” he smiled softly at him, “just a bit sore.” Kakashi's hand began to rub soothing circles on the chunin's taut stomach.

 

“Alright, I'll go make dinner,” Iruka got off his lap and sat next to him instead, while Kakashi stood and walked towards the kitchen.

 

“Do-do you want me to help with anything?” Iruka made to stand up, but was gently pushed back down by a firm hand on his shoulder.

 

“No, it's alright. Just realx, I'll let you know when dinner is ready.”

 

“Alright…I…I think I'll go shower then,” Iruka headed towards his bathroom, when he heard a clatter come from the kitchen.

~*~*~

 

Iruka walked out of his bathroom feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, while his stomach made it its goal to see how loudly it can rumble. He changed into a clean pair of sweatpants, a clean shirt and walked to the kitchen. Kakashi looked up and smiled at him.

 

“Perfect timing,” he gestured to Iruka to sit, and he gladly did, he eyed the onigiri in between them and the aroma of the miso soup made his stomach rumble. Loudly. He blushed and ducked his head as he heard a chuckle from across the table.

 

Dinner was great. Satisfying. Iruka had seconds of miso soup, and when he felt that he was able to keep it down, he had some onigiri. To much of his surprise, they were fish filled.

 

“Let me wash the dishes,” Iruka volunteered, “Seeing as you've already done so much…”

 

“You don't have to, Iruka”

 

“I know. I want to,” he walked over to Kakashi and smiled softly at him, “so let me?”

 

Kakashi hesitated, he wasn't sure why though. They're just dishes, he eyed the chunin wearily. They're just dishes, he told himself, they are just dishes, a voice in the back of his mind mock told him. He reluctantly gave in.

 

“Alright,” he rubbed the back of his neck as the chunin's smile grew. He left the kitchen and went to sit on the couch in the living room. It's good to see him smiling again, he mused. He realized that he didn't like seeing the chunnin so helpless, and weak. Suddenly, he felt very protective over him. He knows though. That Iruka doesn't like to be underestimated, to just be thought of as a chunnin. He's so much more, I know…possibly for a fact, that Iruka has it in him to become a Jounin, but he's not a being of killing. No. He's so much more, he's a being of life. Of light…becoming a jounin would only ruin that in him. He loves teaching. I know he does. I can see it in his eyes when he talks about his day, about his students. No one can take that away from him. Despite of what they may think of him. Kakashi looked up as the person of his thoughts came into the living room, wearing a warm smile.

 

“You know,” he said as he stalked over to the jounin and straddled his lap, “I haven't been able to thank you properly.”

 

Kakashi smirked, “Well…what do you have in mind then?”

 

“Hmm, I can think of something,” he leaned in to nibble on the jounin's ear, “nice”, the whisper sent a shiver down Kakashi's spine and straight to his groin. Iruka proceeded to make a trail of kisses along the jounin's jaw until he met his lips. The kiss turned from tender to hungry. Kakashi moaned deep in his throat and wrapped his arms around the younger man's body, bringing him closer. He snaked an arm into the chunin's shirt and ran his fingers down his spine, making the younger man moan into the kiss. He pulled away enough to bring the shirt up and over Iruka's head, proceeded to do the same. Running his fingers over sensitive scars which made the jounin shiver pleasantly.

 

Iruka rocked forward and rubbed their arousals in a very pleasant manner that made the jounin growl in appreciation. His need from earlier was coming back. With a vengeance. He took hold of the chunin's thighs and eagerly spread them over his, bringing their arousals closer. Iruka moaned at the friction, oh it felt so good, oh but not good enough. He leaned forward and kissed where neck and shoulder met before biting it tenderly and licking it. One of Kakashi's hands reached back to cupped and squeeze one of the chunin's buttocks, and Iruka rocked forward in appreciation.

 

“Kakashi…” Iruka moaned out, bringing their lips to meet in a deep kiss. Kakashi ran his fingers through Iruka's brown strands, ending at the back of his neck he pulled Iruka deeper. He rocked his hips against Iruka and was earned with another moan. They pulled away, breathless, and flushed with arousal.

 

Kakashi buried his face into Iruka's neck, “Iruka…” he moaned out before giving him a love bite. He kissed the chunin harder than before, tasting him for all his worth. One of his hands roamed over tan skin and found a nipple; he rubbed it into a nub and pinched it between his fingers. Iruka arched towards him, breaking the kiss. Kakashi's mouth found its way to one of those dark nipples and gave it a swift lick. The younger man shivered and rocked his hips forward.

 

“'Kashi,” Iruka breathed out into his ear. He dragged his hands down to Kakashi's waistband, and ghosted his fingers over the throbbing bulge. Iruka's world turned as he was pinned down onto the couch. He felt Kakashi pull at his sweatpants; he helped by lifting his hips. They dropped to the floor with a soft thud.

 

“Ruru,” Kakashi purred into his ear.

 

“'Kashi…” he looked up at him with lust filled ears, “How do you want me?” he hid a grin as he saw Kakashi shiver.

 

“Like this,” their lips bearly touching, “Like this is perfect,” He licked Iruka's bottom lip before kissing him passionately.

 

“Take these off,” Iruka pulled at Kakashi's waistband, as the jounin chuckled and pulled his pants off, freeing his own throbbing erection.

 

“You don't happen to have any lube hidden anywhere around here do you?” Kakashi asked with a grin. Iruka blushed and averted his eyes from the mismatched ones, he slipped his hands in between the back of the couch and the seat, he fumbled around a bit until he found the small tube. The jounin raised a silver eyebrow in amusement as he took the tube, “Now why would you…?”

 

“You're asking this now?” Iruka gave him a disbelieved look. Kakashi chuckled in response.

 

“I like the way you think, Ruru,” Kakashi his grin grew as he took one of Iruka's leg and hooked it over his shoulder. Iruka raised his hips in anticipation.

 

Kakashi probed a slick finger against Iruka's entrance, messaging it, before sliding it in. He kissed Iruka's inner thigh as he added a second finger. Iruka moaned and rocked his hips against the fingers, as his sobbing member bobbed against his taut stomach. Kakashi growled at the vision and pumped his fingers.

 

“'Kashi…more,” Iruka breathed out. He raised his other legs to rub against Kakashi's other thigh in attempts to coax the other man. Kakashi licked the inner thigh and nibbled it as he pushed another slick finger in.

 

“Ah!” Iruka rocked back against the fingers, “Kaka-AH!” He arched his back and moaned loudly as the fingers crocked and brushed his prostate. Iruka looked into the mismatched lust filled eyes, feeling a pleasant shiver that rocked threw his body. He rocked his hips as Kakashi messaged and teased his prostate, “Ah! `Kashi - ah…please…please.”

 

Kakashi roamed his free hand tantalizingly close to his sobbing erection, while pulling out his digits out of Iruka who let out of frustrated whimper. Kakashi quickly slicked up his own throbbing member and placed the tip at Iruka's entrance.

 

“'Kashi…” Iruka breathed out.

 

“Iruka…” Kakashi moaned as he slowly pressed into Iruka. The tight heat exquisitely perfect around his member. “Iruka…”, he breathed as he was completely sheathed. His eyebrows knit together in concentration, as he fought back the urge to pound the chunin into the couch.

 

Iruka moaned at the feeling of filled and rocked his hips against Kakashi's, who withdrew slowly and began a smooth pace. He lifted Iruka's hips to better the angle -

 

“Kakashi! Ah!,” Iruka rocked his hips as he hit his prostate, “faster…please, `Kashi.” The older man happily complied. He brought Iruka's free leg, and hooked it around his waist and he plunged deeper into the younger man, brushing against his prostate with every deep thrust.

 

“'Kashi,” Iruka moaned, and brought his hand over his head to grip at the arm rest of the couch, needing something to hold on to, “Ah…'Kashi…more…” he managed to pant out through the waves of electric current that were running up and down his spine. He pulled Kakashi down into a deep kiss, tasting him as their tongues battled.

 

“Iruka…” Kakashi growled and kissed Iruka's thundering pulse. He took hold of Iruka's ignored member and squeezed it lightly. He began to pump his hand to match his thrust.

 

“ah-Kaka-ah!” he couldn't form words at this point anymore, he was being abused with so much pleasure. He was close. So close. He felt Kakashi lick his collarbone and drag his lips to just below his earlobe. Oh god - Kakashi bit him lightly, not enough to break skin, but just enough to bring his over the edge.

 

Iruka arched his back of the couch and cried out his lover's name as he came spilling his seeds between them. The resulting contraction pushed Kakashi over the edge with him. He gave Iruka's member a few more strokes while it was still sensitive as he jerked his hips through his own orgasm. He let Iruka's legs hook on his elbows and fall of the couch before he let himself collapse forward onto his lover. Iruka took him into his arms as they tried to calm their frantic breathing. They panted into each other necks, basking in the afterglow. Iruka shut his eyes and began to subconsciously run his fingers through the silver locks, as the older man purred in appreciation. Kakashi shifted his hips and slid out of Iruka, who shuddered.

 

“Ruru…” Kakashi whispered into Iruka's ear.

 

“Hmm?”

 

“We should move before you get sick again.”

 

“Hmm? Oh right,” Kakashi rolled off of him and stood next to the couch, as Iruka sat up and hid a wince.

 

“Are you alright?” there was a note of concern in the older man's voice.

 

“Yeah, I just need another shower and some sleep,” he smiled up at the older man, and stood up.

 

“Hmm, a shower sounds good,” Kakashi took Iruka's hand in his and led them to the bathroom.

 

~*~*~

 

They laid curled up next to each other in bed. Iruka had his head tucked under Kakashi's chin, with his arms wrapped around the older man's waist; holding him close while he slept. Kakashi subconsciously ran his fingers through the damp chocolate strands, coaxing the younger man into deeper sleep. The jounin laid awake. You're a being of light Iruka, I shoud know, Iruka sighed in his sleep and curled closer to the jounin's warm body. He smiled against Iruka's hair, I should know. He closed his eyes and drifted into sleep.