Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Iruka's obsession ❯ Chapter 14

Part 14

 

A/N- I've added a long author's note to the end of this chapter. If you want, you can read it. If not, you are free to skip over it.

 

Kakashi had placed his bed so it was not in a direct line with the front door (to avoid being surprised by anyone bursting through the door) and underneath one of the room's windows (for a quick getaway in case of someone bursting through the door). Both the open windows revealed a rainwater curtain similar to the underside of a waterfall. At least it was evident where the entire country got its name from, Iruka mused as he tried to focus on the subject at hand.

 

It was standard procedure for ninjas in the field to patch each other up and share clothes, food and equipment. The thought did not help Iruka, though he kept on repeating it to himself as he sat cross-legged on Kakashi's bed, dressed in one of the Copy-nin's spare drawstring pants. Long, slender fingers probed his back, making his toes curl at the sensation, though in reality the way his cuts stung was far from pleasant.

 

“What else did they use?” Kakashi asked, as he dabbed some more his ointment on one of Iruka's scratches. He had not even noticed he had been hurt during the whole swim-across-the-torrent episode. Though they were mostly superficial scratches, Iruka knew better than to leave them untreated, especially during a mission. But having someone like Kakashi treat him while trying to focus on that day's events was trying.

 

“The water jutsu,” Iruka replied trying to concentrate hard. “It was as if they'd directed an entire body of water onto us.” He tried to find the words to describe the sheer amount of water that had been dropped on them and realized he could not put it into words. Afraid that he would come out sounding like Naruto exaggerating some exploit, Iruka decided to keep quiet about it.

 

“Did they use the water from the river or create water from their own chakra?” Kakashi asked as he worked on a rather sensitive spot near the lower ribs.

 

“It was river water,” Iruka replied, remembering the flotsam in the water. “Unless they were into creating floating logs and weeds as well.”

 

“How did they direct it?” Kakashi asked. “A funnel technique or something similar to the ground move you described. A wave in the terrain formation could trigger a…”

 

Well, they did say the Copy-nin was a genius. “I don't know,” Iruka replied apologetically. “I wasn't paying attention to that …” when there was a huge wall of water about to crush me and before that, let's not forget an entire squadron of enemy nin out for our blood “…I was a little distracted at the moment.”

 

“Hn,” said Kakashi as he moved away, leaving Iruka feeling alone, though the Copy-nin had only moved to the corner of the room to return his ointment to its usual place.

 

Iruka was unsure if the grunt had meant Kakashi was done with interrogating him about the techniques they had been subjected to or just displeased that Iruka was unable to provide the finer details of the jutsu used on them. He looked over his shoulder at Kakashi as the Copy-nin moved around, finally closing the window that had been left open despite the rain. It was too late, Iruka reflected, the water falling on the adjacent roof had sprayed the floor with a fine coating, and the temperature of the room seemed to have plunged to below zero.

 

Iruka slid off the bed, shivering as his bare feet came into contact with the damp floor. He reached for his spare vest, which was the only article of clothing that seemed to have survived the water attack and slipped it over his head, grimacing a little, since it was also damp. He had wrung it out and shaken it a bit, but the weather in the Waterfall country did not encourage quick drying. He looked at the older ninja and waited for him to say something about the mission of the next day.

 

“Yes,” said Kakashi when he realized Iruka was waiting for something.

 

“About tomorrow,” Iruka prodded slowly.

 

“Your clothes will be washed and dried by then,” Kakashi told him brusquely. “You can go and collect them in the morning from the washhouse.”

 

Iruka decided hitting Kakashi on the head was going to be a waste of time. “I meant about the dogs,” Iruka said a little pointedly. “You do have a plan, don't you?”

 

“I do,” Kakashi said looking away. “You can come if you want to, or you can go back with the scroll - your part in this mission is over.”

 

“I can help you,” Iruka replied as he scowled at the cold tone. “I can still be of some use.”

 

“How, sensei?” Kakashi's voice was laced with sarcasm. “The strongest jutsu you can use is the Replacement technique. Are you going to replace the dogs with logs?”

 

“I can fight,” Iruka answered resolutely. “I'm not totally useless.”

 

“You're entitled to your own opinion,” Kakashi replied, looking away.

 

“Why in the world are you behaving like this?' Iruka wondered aloud. When he'd returned from the washroom located on the floor below, Kakashi had behaved in a civilized manner. He'd offered Iruka a pair of spare sweats, patched up Iruka's injuries and had his clothes sent to the washhouse down the road. Iruka had assumed that the worst was over between them and that they could discuss the next step of the mission as adults. Now, Kakashi seemed to be behaving irrationally as usual, and Iruka could see why, despite being one of the top ninjas of Konoha, Kakashi did not have that many close friends.

 

“Because you are not the person I asked for when I specified the mission personnel,” Kakashi told Iruka with a growl. “Don't you get it, you're next to useless. I don't want to take some weak team member with me since I'll have to protect him in the middle of everything else. And with my chakra sealed…”

 

“I have a scroll which Shizune gave - it describes how to do an unsealing,” Iruka said tentatively. “Since she had it, I assumed that a medi-nin needed to do the unsealing, but I can still do it …I think.” He decided he could show Kakashi just how much protection he needed. Shouting about it was going to make little difference - Iruka decided to rub Kakashi's nose in it later.

 

“I think not,” Kakashi snapped back, making Iruka cringe. “Have you ever unsealed someone before, sensei? Why do you think I requested Neji - next to a medi-nin. a Buyakugan user is the most capable of maintaining a steady chakra flow. What they don't understand, they can see.”

 

“I see,” said Iruka, looking down. “But my offer still stands … I can help.”

 

“Well, then,” said Kakashi challengingly. “Can tell me what you would hypothetically do?”

 

“Fine,” said Iruka thrusting his chin up, ready to prove his worth. “First, though, how many dogs are we moving?”

 

“Seven adults,” Kakashi replied. “Three pups.”

 

“How mobile are they?” Iruka asked tentatively. “Some of them didn't have four legs.”

 

“Two of them have three legs,” Kakashi nodded. “But don't worry, they won't slow anyone down. They can still run faster than an average ninja.”

 

“Will they be all right by tomorrow?” Iruka asked. “Are they fighting today - will they be in worse physical condition by tomorrow?”

 

“The rain will help,” Kakashi replied. “The fights are held in an open-air arena, since most people can't stand the smell in an enclosed space. The rain means there will be no fights today. And they are not as bad as they looked.” Kakashi looked around, and Iruka could see a faint blush even in the faint lamplight. “I've been treating their wounds as well as feeding them. They'll move if they need to.”

 

Iruka nearly mentioned that he could see no reason as to why Kakashi should be embarrassed about it, as if he had done something wrong, then decided to put it down to one of those odd things he did not want to discuss. “The layout of the place,” Ituka probed instead. “Guards, other traps that we might encounter…”

 

“I have a rough map of the place,” Kakashi finally admitted, seeing that Iruka was serious about it. “Let me get it out for you and ...” slight hesitation, hard to miss “…we can go over it together.”

 

Iruka fought back the triumphant smile in case he was pushing his luck.

 

…. ….. …. …. ….. ….. ….. ….. ….. …… ….

 

“…summon my pack,” Kakashi said. “Kabuto is said to summon Orochimaru's snake when he is too weak to do it himself.”

 

“Last option, though,” Iruka said thoughtfully as he looked at the crude drawing of the layout of the place as he straightened tentatively. His back ached from having stooped over the tiny print, and he had a headache to top off all the physical discomfort. Iruka looked around; it was getting late, and they probably had a couple of hours sleep left it they were to implement the plan at day break.

 

He was quickly revising his opinion of the Copy-nin, whom he had put down as lazy but talented. Kakashi, it seemed, had not survived as an elite jounin for so long on luck alone. He went into details when planning for a mission. If there were elements he could not anticipate, like the weather, he pushed them aside but where it mattered, he was a nit-picker. He was more conscious of details than Iruka was, and he had gone over the plan three times.

 

“The last option is not that,” Kakashi said with a scowl, and Iruka nodded. Ah, yes, they had that to fall back on.

 

“Still,” said Iruka looking outside the open window over the bed. “I don't think we left out anything.”

 

“No, we didn't,” agreed Kakashi, going towards the door. Much to Iruka's confusion, he pulled it open and looked out at the landing. “Thank you, sensei.”

 

“Uh,” said Iruka said in confusion.

 

“You should leave,” said Kakashi. “We have to start early, so make sure to…”

 

“Wait a minute,” Iruka spluttered. “You're turning me out? I don't have a place to stay, it's raining cats, dogs and grand pianos, and you're kicking me out.”

 

“Well,” Kakashi said looking uncomfortable. “You can stay then,” he muttered ungraciously and closed the door with a scowl. “You can sleep on the chair and…”

 

“What!” Iruka looked at the rickety chair he was sitting on and scowled. “I don't think anyone can sit on this for long…”

 

“I'll sleep on the chair,” Kakashi offered. “You can sleep on the bed.”

 

“I assure you I will not molest you in your sleep,” Iruka said, wondering what was wrong.

 

“That's not what I'm worried about,” Kakashi replied, blushing.

 

“If it's bed wetting, I'm used to that, also,” Iruka couldn't help needling Kakashi a little. Who knew watching a person blush was so much fun. “I deal with five-year-olds every day.”

 

“No!” Kakashi almost shouted, his face the color of a ripe tomato. “I just don't sleep with anyone,” he finally mumbled looking away.

 

“Never?” Iruka said with a raised eyebrow. “Excuse me if I'm wrong, but I'm not the one with sexual experience here.” Seeing Kakashi blush was giving him the upper hand, and he was enjoying it.

 

“I usually leave or they leave,” Kakashi said with a scowl. “There's nothing to it. I don't share my bed with anyone, period.”

 

“It's only for a couple of hours,” Iruka said softly, knowing when to step down. “I just want to sleep with you.” Iruka felt his face grow warm as he realized what he had said. “I mean,” he amended hastily. “In the same bed and all … not …sleep together or as in…”

 

Kakashi smirked at Iruka's discomfort, closed the door and locked it, allowing Iruka to relax a little. “We can share the bed, I guess,” he said reluctantly, looking at the floor as if thinking of that option. Iruka did not even bother bringing up that option since the floor was damp. Anyone lying on that for a couple of hours would most likely come down with pneumonia.

 

Wordlessly, Kakashi stripped off his loose sweater and threw it onto the back of the chair, getting ready for bed. He was instantly transformed from skinny in too big clothes to slender with sinewy muscles. Kakashi was easy on the eye, Iruka thought, as he tried to fight a blush - his upper torso was criss-crossed with scars and his pale skin gleamed in the lamp light. He was not packed with bulky muscles like some ninjas were - heck, Kakashi was slimmer than Iruka, but he looked strong and extremely capable. Still, there was something wrong with the whole picture, something that didn't quite match with the previous image of the other man -something that had been bothering Iruka since the moment he saw Kakashi. And then Iruka got it. He snickered.

 

“Your hair,” Iruka said, when Kakashi looked at him inquiringly. “It's combed down so you look shorter. I was trying to figure it out from the moment I saw you, and now I have it. You use your hair to add to your height.”

 

“It's only temporary,” Kakashi said, though Iruka could again see the fair skin coloring, “Come to bed, sensei. After all, you were the one who was so eager to sleep with me.” He emphasized Iruka's slip of the tongue, making him blush, and Iruka realized that Kakashi was baiting him deliberately.

 

”We're quite a pair,“ Iruka thought as he took off his still-damp vest and blew out the lamp. ”We're making each other blush and trying to see which one has the upper hand.”

 

However, as he approached the bed, he could feel his heart beating wildly. The faint light from the window seemed to make Kakashi look surreal as he lay there on the bed, on top of the covers. If Iruka hadn't known better, he'd have said that Kakashi was posing - for him.

 

The Copy-nin lay on his back, both eyes half closed, his head tilted back slightly. His breathing was slow and controlled, but he was obviously not asleep. The cold in the room had turned his nipples into small nubs, surprisingly brown against the pale backdrop. Iruka gulped as he took another step closer, almost as if he was being drawn against his wish. The loose drawstring pants Kakashi had been wearing had slid low - the curve of his hip and the indent of his hip bone was visible. While Kakashi was virtually hairless on his chest, apart from a few light-colored hairs, there was a faint line of white-silver hair leading down from his navel, disappearing into the waistband, a sight which Iruka found fascinating.

 

Much to his embarrassment, Iruka's body decided to react to the visual stimulation, making him hesitant to get into the same bed as his temptation.

 

“Like what you see, sensei?” Kakashi spoke quietly, and Iruka realized that the jounin's eyes were partially open now and studying his reaction.

 

Iruka flushed crimson and thought of jumping out the window but something stopped him. If Kakashi thought he was going to scare Iruka by teasing him, he had another thing coming. “Very much,” Iruka forced out through his constricted throat.

 

Kakashi seemed to freeze a little, compute Iruka's behavior and then relax. “You might want to do something about that, then,” he suggested, his voice low and suggestive as he leered at Iruka from his position.

 

Iruka remembered all the things he had read in his collection of Icha Icha, none of which was very helpful in the situation. Kakashi might be trying to provoke him, but it did not mean the Copy-nin was going to lie there, should Iruka jump on top of him and pull down his trousers. There was a big difference between opportunity and stupidity.

 

He was reluctant to get into the bed, wondering why he had been so determined about it in the first place. He was tired, and he could use some shut-eye, but he knew it was impossible for him to sleep in the same bed with Kakashi. If the annoying man had not made such a fuss about not letting Iruka sleep in the same bed, he might not have pushed the issue. Heck, even the rickety chair with its mobile legs was starting to look inviting.

 

Iruka lay down carefully, thought of the best possible way to sleep, and turned on his side with his back to Kakashi. He did not want to really turn his back to Kakashi, but he didn't want to sleep facing his temptation either. Not that he was going to get any sleep, not with an erection threatening to burst out of his loose pants. He tried to close his eyes and go through the motions of falling asleep when…

 

“You're starting to disappoint me, sensei.” The voice was silk-smooth and all too close.

 

Iruka rolled over and almost bumped nose to nose with Kakashi, who had shifted closer to him - not that it was a big futon or anything, but neither of them were built like Akimichi, so there should have been more space between. Iruka scooted back to the edge - anymore and he would fall over, so he lay still waiting for Kakashi to make a move.

 

Up close, Kakashi's face was fascinating; a study of minute scars overshadowed by one rather obvious gash over his left eye. He was smiling slightly, and Iruka had to fight the urge to lean forward and capture those lips in his. Though physically only a few centimeters separated them, Iruka knew it was a chasm as wide as the Valley of the Kings. Nothing was ever going to develop between him and the silver-haired ninja, he told himself. It had been a mistake on his part, nothing else. If he were to lean forward and kiss his nemesis, he would most likely end up with a foot in his stomach or spend the rest of the night getting acquainted with the floorboards.

 

Iruka tried to lean back a little. “What do you want me to do?” he asked, sounding breathless.

 

“Haven't you seen those posters,” Kakashi asked, his voice teasing. “Opportunity - it's probably your only chance.[1]”

 

“So do you want me to…umph…” Iruka started, then found his lips captured in a searing kiss. He gasped as Kakashi kissed him boldly, his tongue forcing its way into Iruka as he tried to get his bearings. Hands grabbed him and pulled him closer so their chests came into contact, and Iruka gasped at the sensation skin-to-skin friction produced. His nipples rubbed against Kakashi's skin, making him moan in eagerness and push forward, searching for more contact. Kakashi took hold of him by the armpits and rolled them both over so Iruka was lying on top of the Copy-nin, his legs between Kakashi's.

 

They broke the kiss, gasping for air, and as Iruka looked at Kakashi in confusion, he smirked. “Well, get to it, sensei,” he said. “You came to bed with me to fuck me, so get to it.”

 

Iruka flushed angrily as if slapped. “If that is what you think of me, then I suggest you…” get to know me better…even as Iruka paused, he knew Kakashi had no interest in getting to know him better, so he took a deep breath and continued “…I'd never sink that low,” he hissed and tried to roll over.

 

Kakashi gripped him tighter. “I didn't mean to offend you, sensei,” he whispered into Iruka's ear, making him shiver as hot breath tickled his sensitive ear lobe. “But admit it, you want this.” A tilt of his hips, a rub of his groin against Iruka's made the sensei painfully aware of just how aroused Kakashi was. His head snapped back as his penis rubbed against the soft clothe. “Aren't you tempted,” Kakashi asked slowly. “I'll just lift my legs and you can slip off my sweats and slide into me…” He rotated his hips, holding Iruka firmly against him and Iruka moaned, his hips thrusting down involuntarily. “Just imagine you fucking me hard on this bed…” Kakashi hissed in his ear. “…you can spread my legs and use your binding technique to fix me to this bed as surely as a…”

 

“I don't want to …” Iruka said with difficultly. Oh, he wanted to, but he knew he shouldn't. The image Kakashi had created in his mind was so hard to resist - especially since he could feel their erections against each other despite the two layers of cloth separating them. He also knew that Kakashi did not have any chakra of his own, leaving him vulnerable to Iruka's trap-technique.

 

“I want you to,” Kakashi replied as he slid a hand in through Iruka's waistband, ghosting over his bare skin to cup his butt. “Always did.”

 

Iruka froze at the admission, but when he looked up to ask for clarification, Kakashi pulled him down for another brain-sucking kiss which left him barely coherent. Before he could put together a lucid sentence, Kakashi had pushed down his sweats leaving him exposed to the cold air - totally naked.

 

Iruka wondered if he should try to have a proper conversation before venturing into uncharted territory and then gave himself a mental shrug. At the rate things were progressing, conversation was the last thing they needed - if there was anything to talk about, they would later -- though he had an idea there might not be. He knew better than to expect a lifetime commitment - a one-night stand with Kakashi seemed to be the best he could do, so he decided to grab the opportunity presented. He could deal with the emotional backlash later on. Right then, his entire body was far too turned on, and all he wanted to do was bury himself in the warm, inviting… not to forget willing, body underneath him.

 

Taking a deep breath to center himself, Iruka reached for Kakashi's sweats and pushed them down. The Copy-nin obliged, lifting his hips to help Iruka and even kicked the offending material off the bed. “Not wanting to sound cautious or anything,” Kakashi drawled lazily. “You do know what to do, don't you?”

 

“Me…or you,” Iruka gasped out feeling stunned.

 

“You do me,” Kakashi said. “That is - if you know what goes in where.”

 

“YES!” Iruka practically shouted. “I do know the theory of it even if I haven't…”

 

“…done any practical applications,” Kakashi said with a short laugh. “How very school teacher like.”

 

Having had enough of Kakashi's teasing, Iruka decided to test a method of keeping him quiet. He began to tweak and tease first one, then the other of Kakashi's tiny nipples. Bending his head, he took one in his mouth and began to suckle and nibble lightly—moaning slightly at the delicious taste of the skin. Kakashi smelled clean and male, and he tasted even better. “Don't move,” he said as he decided on his next move.

 

Iruka sat up straddling Kakashi, his legs on either side of the slender body. He slid his hand lower, exploring the perfect body, tracing the scars and the small indent cause by the navel. He slid lower, leaning down to dip his tongue into the navel and then further down.

 

Kakashi's erection was weeping openly, standing up, begging for attention. But Iruka ignored it completely to move on until he reached Kakashi's knee. He had to slide off the bed so he could kiss the back of the knee and then he nipped at the smooth skin, eliciting a moan from the jounin. From his position he could see Kakashi's ass hole between his legs and his cock gave an excited twitch as he thought of being buried to the hilt. Making a note to get a subscription for Icha Icha - who knew those books were so informative - Iruka started to work up Kakashi's inner thigh, licking and nipping slowly. He finally reached his destination, the junction where the inner thigh met the groin - nipping there caused Kakashi to squirm and moan loudly. Then he made his way back onto the bed so he was settled in between the Copy-nin's legs.

 

It was his first time giving anyone a blow job, but Iruka realized he really wanted to try out everything he had read. Well, almost everything. He knew better than to expect to be able to deep throat or do anything spectacular, so he slowly moved his hands over the jounin's erection before moving closer and running his tongue along the underside, evoking a gasp from the owner. Then he took it into his mouth, carefully swirling his tongue around the head.

 

He almost pulled back sharply at the first taste -- it was strong, salty and yet a little bitter-sweet. He was about to stop, but then he heard a loud groan of pleasure and so began to suck in earnest, moving his head up and down in a slow rhythm. He cupped Kakashi's testicles and tried to work his tongue around the warm, pulsing rod. He was beginning to get more comfortable, though his jaw was aching just a bit, and he found it hard not to gag. Fortunately, the Copy-nin seemed to like everything he did, so he could stop sucking periodically to lick along the sides and kiss the tip again and again. He was sure it was fun - but he did not think he was ready for Kakashi to come in his mouth.

 

He was about to draw back when a hand in his hair - pulled him up. “I don't…think you're ready to eat me, sensei,” Kakashi said a little hoarsely and Iruka flushed. Had his awkwardness being that obvious? “I'm too close,” Kakashi added, pulling Iruka forward. Then he spread his legs and lifted them so his knees were resting on his chest. “You'll find some vegetable oil I use for the lamp on the windowsill.”

 

Iruka groped blindly, finding the lubricant. He flicked open the lid and spilled half of it on his hand. His hand was soaked with oil, so there was no shortage of it as he inserted a finger inside Kakashi. By the time he had inserted the second one, his hand was trembling slightly with excitement, and he was glad of the semi-darkness inside the room.

 

“Now,” Kakashi grated as Iruka moved to insert another finger. “I'm not so new to this that I need to be treated like a wallflower.”

 

“Fine,” said Iruka, really not wanting to argue as he was close to the edge. He pulled out his fingers, coated his erection with oil, gripping the base of his penis to stop the rising tide and pushed inside carefully. He kept on pushing steadily until he was all the way inside, reeling from sensory overload. Not only was Kakashi hot, he was also very, very tight, and he engulfed Iruka completely. It was like being held in a warm, velvet glove, made especially for him. “Ka…kashi,” he breathed unsteadily as he drew back a little

 

“Wait,” Kakashi forced out. “It's been a while.”

 

"Am I hurting you?"

 

“Just…a ….second,” Kakashi breathed, his eyes closed tightly. Then he nodded a little. “You can…move.”

 

Iruka wanted to second guess, to wait it out a little more, but he was not sure if he could. Instead, he started to move slowly as he moved a lubricated hand to the long slender penis in front of him and began to stroke. As Kakashi's waning erection started to harden again, he adjusted his angle a little, trying to remember what he had read. Really, reading about and doing it were two totally different things.

 

He was rewarded when the Copy-nin gasped, pushing down on Iruka as his penis found the sensitive spot. “Harder,” Kakashi gasped, and Iruka was more than happy to oblige. Iruka thought only of bringing his partner pleasure now, his own orgasm ready to crash over him the second he allowed it. The Copy-nin's erection was hot and hard and leaking and almost there. Almost there. Almost --

 

“Iruka!” Kakashi screamed, coming inside Iruka's hand and clenching his ass around the urgent cock inside it and dragging Iruka with him over the edge. He felt as though he were pouring out more than he could spend, more than he could spare, into Kakashi's body, and everything got dim and fuzzy for a long, long moment. When he became fully aware again, he found he and Kakashi were wrapped in each other's arms, their slick skin sliding against the other with each shivering gasp.

 

They lay there gasping until Iruka slowly extracted himself and rolled over until he was lying next to Kakashi instead of on top. The first thing he want to do was kiss Kakashi and pull him closer, but he held himself in check. Iruka had no idea as to how Kakashi would react - for all he knew, Kakashi might kick him out. He lay still, wondering if he should do something - reach over to Kakashi, pull him closer - wait for him to fall asleep.

 

`At least I'll have no trouble falling asleep after that,' Iruka thought wryly.

 

But he was wrong. He did not get much sleep for the remainder of the night.

 

Iruka had been brought up as an only child. Though he had had loving parents, he had never had siblings, so he had never shared a bed with anyone else. Kakashi apparently had - shared his bed that is, not have siblings. (At least there were no other Hatake off-springs in the village.) And Kakashi was a cuddler.

 

Iruka wondered whom Kakashi had shared his bed with. It could not have been with his parents - no one in their right minds would sleep like that with their parents. And Kakashi did not push against Iruka as if he was a child - he did it instinctively as if with an adult. An adult he had been very intimae with - a lover.

 

Iruka looked at the rain-blurred window and sighed, wondering who had been Kakashi's lover and what had happened to him. He did not think it was woman; it had to be a man, he knew instinctively. Someone who had held Kakashi at night the same way he had done, someone who had loved Kakashi, whom Kakashi had most probably loved very much. Iruka did not think it was possible to love someone so much then forget about it. He knew he would never be able to totally get over Kakashi.

 

As he leaned forward and kissed Kakashi's forehead, he hoped that one day Kakashi might find a place in his heart for Iruka, no matter how small. Disturbed by the kiss, Kakashi stirred, mumbled something, and buried his face in Iruka's neck. Iruka froze - it was just a name, he told himself. It could have even been some other name, something similar. He was sure if he had been listening closely, he would have heard some other name, not the one he thought he heard. But just the same, he was grateful for the rain, which blocked most of the sound.

 

When he woke up, startled by the hand on his shoulder, Iruka realized he had fallen asleep briefly, though it felt as if he had not slept at all. In fact, he felt as if he had been spat out of Gaara's sand coffin after an overnight stay. Groaning, he sat up and looked at the person who had woken him up - Kakashi, fully dressed in his ragged outfit, ready to face the day. “It's almost time,” Kakashi told him briefly. “Feel up to it?”

 

“You should have woken me up earlier,” Iruka grumbled as he rolled off the bed and stood up, grimacing as his feet came to contact with the wet floor. He picked up his discarded clothes and pulled up the sweats, his mind on the mission. There was no time for him to act like a blushing idiot in the morning, no matter what had happened the previous night. He was a Konoha ninja first and foremost, and he had a mission to complete.

 

“You needed the rest,” Kakashi said, counting some coins from a pile.

 

“What are you doing?” Iruka asked, as he washed off the dried come from his stomach. He wanted to say something, but he was already switching to mission mode and unnecessary thoughts would have wait.

 

“Payment for the Citadel,” Kakashi explained. “I left with you early before my shift ended to earn a little money on the side, so I have to pay a cut off it to the management. That's club policy.”

 

Iruka paused, a thought entering his mind. “You seem familiar with club policy…”

 

“No,” Kakashi did not even let him finish. “I haven't done it with anyone else before.”

 

“Oh,” said Iruka, pulling on his now somewhat dry vest. He searched desperately for something to say as Kakashi fell into his alternate persona. He let his shoulder droop, knees bend slightly, both eyes half closed. He suddenly seemed weak and defenseless “That's some disguise, if I wasn't for the eye I don't think I'd have recognized you.”

 

“You think so?” Kakashi asked as he opened the door, letting in a blast of cold. “Well then, sensei, you should see me in a dress.”

 

[1] motivational posters - my latest craze.

 

There, the Nc-17 part. Well, it's not romantic per say and those two aren't exactly together. Don't mistake the sex they had for a commitment. (just a warning.)

 

DojomistressAmbyChan- I didn't know the Dojo scene was NC-17. Oops, then I'm over it.

 

Aoh- yes, I realize this is going to play hell with the mission. Please, continue to read though. I do try to make it sound realistic without being over idiotic. The next chapter should clear out a few points.

 

And yes, about the trap Iruka uses. When I meant he uses it on his students, I also assumed he uses his own chakra which is easier to reabsorb and break down. When Kakashi uses his chakra on Iruka, Iruka had to breakdown someone else's chakra which is something he unfamiliar with.