Naruto fic: Two Steps Forward, One Step Back - Part V + Epilogue
Title: Two Steps Forward, One Step Back - Part V + Epilogue
Author: aviss
Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~3.100 this part, ~12.000 total.
Summary: A drunken one night stand might cost Iruka the best friendship he's had in years. Or it might be the beginning of something even better.
Author Notes: to make up for the angst fest I indulged in yesterday, here's the fluff (or what passes for fluff with me, so the smut)
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Iruka stared morosely at the words scrawled on the scroll in his hands, the red ink already covering most of it making it look like someone had been bleeding over it. He cast a glance at the other scrolls and sighed. He had not murdered any of the kids yet, though it was difficult to believe considering the amount of red covering the homework.
He knew he was being harsh on them, and that it was bad practice to take out his frustration on the pitiful attempts at homework they gave him. He usually was a bit more forgiving but these past four days he had been in a terrible mood and it showed.
Better the homework than the kids, though.
He picked a piece of toast from the plate he had on the table and munched unhappily, swallowing it with the help of some beer. He had been unable to cook for himself for the past four days and he knew perfectly well the reason for that.
It was the same as for his bad mood: Kakashi.
Or, more precisely, Kakashi's absence.
Iruka had to admit, if only to himself, that he felt bad for what had happened the last time Kakashi had been in his house. Everything was a mess, and though Kakashi was partly to blame, he had looked genuinely confused by Iruka's reaction. Confused and hurt.
Iruka knew he had been too harsh; he had pushed Kakashi away without an explanation and then firmly closed the door on his face. And for the past four days he had been missing him like he would miss a limb. They had not been apart for such a long stretch since the war unless Kakashi was out on a mission, and Iruka was beginning to realize maybe he had been too hasty.
It was just that--well, Kakashi's flirting had made him feel there was a hope for them but the memory of his words was always present. If Kakashi didn't want him to fall in love then that mean he was just interested in sex and friendship. Iruka could manage the friendship but the sex was asking way too much of him, at least in regards to Kakashi.
Maybe he should just come clean and explain the reason for his reaction. Kakashi would surely understand and give him the space he needed for his feelings to settle.
Yes, he definitely should do that. Wait for the week to be over and then find Kakashi and have a long talk with him. He was going to leave himself open and vulnerable admitting being in love with him, but it was a risk Iruka was willing to take if that saved what they had.
Decision made, Iruka took a deep breath and got ready to keep shredding his student's homework to pieces.
He was startled when he heard a knock on his door, his brow furrowing immediately upon recognizing the chakra on the other side. Kakashi.
The good feeling he had attained for the past hour promptly vanished, replaced by dread and annoyance. He wasn't ready for the conversation, not yet. And he had been clear with Kakashi about not wanting him in his house for a week.
He considered for a moment not answering the knock, pretend not to be home and wait until Kakashi left. He knew he couldn't do that, Kakashi surely had felt his presence inside the house and was stubborn enough to out-wait Iruka.
He stood up and opened the door. "What are you doing here?" He asked, his tone belligerent. Iruka didn't move aside to let Kakashi in, a gesture that didn't escape Kakashi.
"I need to talk to you," Kakashi said frowning, his uncovered eye intent on Iruka.
"There is nothing to talk about Kakashi, not yet. I said one week." Iruka tried to close the door but Kakashi was faster, his hand against the wood unyielding.
"I'm here to apologize, please let me in."
It was the sincerity in his tone what made Iruka give in and open the door wider. Kakashi entered, his steps strangely hesitant for one who had spent the best part of two years within those same walls. Iruka took his previous seat on the couch and signalled Kakashi to sit in front of him.
He noticed how Kakashi had not removed his mask the moment he was inside, like he had been doing lately, and the meaning of such a tiny thing pained him almost more than the conversation they were going to have. It left no doubt that something had changed, Iruka's outburst last time had broken something that had been built between them with time. Iruka hoped it wasn't broken beyond repair, though it was obvious the fracture was there.
"Speak," Iruka said once Kakashi was comfortably sitting on the couch. He kept his tone curt and annoyed, though some part of him was glad Kakashi was there. He had really missed the prick, and he was now drinking in the sight of him.
Kakashi stared at him in silence for a moment, fidgeting a bit on his seat. It was clear to see he was feeling uncomfortable, and it was infecting Iruka. He opened his mouth to say something when Kakashi finally spoke.
"Can I have a beer? I need some liquid courage for this," Kakashi said with his usual self-depreciating sincerity and Iruka snorted. Trust Kakashi to find the thing to say to put him at ease.
"Do you think it's a good idea to drink around me? Remember it was getting drunk what got us in this situation," Iruka retorted, but he stood up and went to the fridge, retrieving two bottles of beer.
Kakashi's mask was off when Iruka re-entered the living room, and he felt himself going weak at the knees in sheer relief. Maybe not everything was as lost as he had feared. They were, first and foremost, adults and friends. They would find a way to patch things up.
"Thank you." Kakashi took the offered drink and drained almost half in a long gulp. Iruka followed his example, needing a bit of courage himself.
They relapsed into silence, their breathing too loud in the suddenly quiet room. It felt tense and awkward, too many things hanging between them.
"You said you wanted to apologize," Iruka finally said, unable to stand the tension anymore.
Kakashi nodded, a bit of colour suffusing his cheeks. "Yes, I have to."
Iruka frowned when Kakashi's mouth closed, no more words forthcoming. "Well?"
"I'm an insensitive prick, or so I've been told," Kakashi began, and Iruka froze. What? That wasn't what he had been expecting, and Iruka feared that line of apology would mean Kakashi had finally realized the real issue. "I shouldn't have pushed so much when it was clear it made you uncomfortable. It was just that--I--I didn't--"
Kakashi trailed off, glaring at some point over Iruka's shoulder. Iruka was rooted on the spot, hanging on every word out of Kakashi's mouth. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it. Kakashi had finally realized his feelings and the apology was his way to gently let him down.
"Look Iruka," Kakashi stood up from the couch and began pacing. "I'm a genius, or at least half the village believes so, but you and I know I'm an idiot. I didn't know, and I'm sorry if my words and actions were painful for you."
Iruka closed his eyes, grateful for Kakashi's words and at the same time hurt by them.
"Kakashi--" he tried to say, staring at his friend and trying to find the right words to make him shut up without messing up this time.
"No. Let me," Kakashi cut him off, pacing nervously around Iruka's living room. He pushed his hands through his hair in a clearly unsettled gesture, his bared face giving away all his feelings. "What I'm trying to say here is that I want to be your friend, I will always want to be that, but fuck me if I don't want a lot more."
"What do you mean?" Iruka ventured, startled by Kakashi's words and feeling something like hope blooming inside his chest.
Kakashi stopped his infernal pacing and approached Iruka, kneeling down in front of him to look at him in the eyes. "I mean that I'm a moron for not having seen sooner what was in front of me. You and I are perfect together, we have fun, we respect each other, your food is the best and you're the only person who can stand being around me for extended periods of time. I thought having you as a friend I wouldn't need anything else, and then we slept together." Kakashi paused, looking seriously at him. Iruka's heart was pounding so hard against his ribcage he was certain Kakashi could hear it. "It didn't know I wanted to kiss you until you had already kissed me, and I didn't know I wanted to make love to you until I had done it. I thought your friendship was enough only because I hadn't tried the rest."
"Kakashi," Iruka warned in a low voice, not wanting to believe what Kakashi's words were implying only to be disappointed further down the line. "Don't joke around with this."
Kakashi shook his head emphatically. "I'm not joking. I know I said--" he flushed crimson then, and it was that what made Iruka believe him more than his words. Kakashi was rarely embarrassed by anything he ever said or did, usually dismissing it with a laugh or a joke. "I was wrong, and I couldn't stop thinking about it because I do want you to fall for me, stupid as it is to say this now to you. I'm an idiot, you know."
Iruka finally smiled. "Yes, you are. You're in love with me." Saying it aloud made Iruka giddy and at the same time awfully scared that he had misinterpreted something, unlikely as it was with Kakashi's rueful smile confirming it.
"Yes. And you've been in love with me for some time, and I was stupid for not noticing and hurting you."
Iruka was going to say something, absolve Kakashi of the unwitting pain he had caused, but the speech was robbed from his mouth along with his breath by Kakashi's lips.
It was as if a switch had been flipped in Iruka's brain the moment their lips touched, the anger, pain and hope of the past week swept under a wave of pure lust.
He lost himself in the kiss, opening to it and savouring Kakashi's taste and feel against his mouth, filling the spaces in his patchy memories with the real thing and the knowledge it was his for the taking now. Iruka wrapped his arms around Kakashi's shoulders and pulled him closer, leaning back until they were both laying on the couch, their bodies pressed against each other.
He wanted this now as he hadn't wanted anything in a long time, the memories of that previous night together tainted by the hurt that followed and the blurriness of too much alcohol.
"Bed," Iruka growled against Kakashi's mouth, and he was glad to see Kakashi was eager to oblige.
They got up clumsily from the couch, neither of them willing to relinquish the other's mouth as they made their way towards Iruka's bedroom, the proceedings impeded by their efforts of getting rid of their clothes at the same time.
Kakashi tripped on his own trousers, stumbling and clinging to Iruka to regain his balance, and they ended up pressed against the wall, laughing like loons as they rubbed their bodies together.
"Bed," Iruka repeated, moaning when Kakashi's mouth closed around a nipple, one of his hands tracing patterns on the skin of his hip.
"Too far," Kakashi mumbled, looking up to stare at Iruka with hunger and need written clearly on his face. He surged up and claimed Iruka's lips violently, devouringly and Iruka surrendered to the feeling, clawing Kakashi's back and twining his legs around his waist.
The next instant his back was on the mattress, Kakashi pinning him to it with his body and kissing him as if he wanted to crawl inside of him. Iruka panted breathlessly, reluctantly moving one of his hands from Kakashi's body and groping blindly for what he needed. He passed the small vial to Kakashi as soon as fingers closed on it, spreading his legs to drive the point home more firmly in case Kakashi had missed it.
He hadn't, not if the breathless moan that fell from his lips was any indication. Kakashi fumbled with the vial, his mouth never leaving Iruka's as he coated his fingers with the slippery substance and began preparing him.
It was rushed and slightly painful, almost desperate. Kakashi's teeth closed around Iruka's lower lip, biting him as his fingers plunged inside Iruka fast and hard, opening him. Iruka would have asked him to go slower, to gentle it a bit, but he was way past caring. He pushed against Kakashi's hand, urging him to go faster, to add another finger or just skip it and fuck him already.
There would be time for slow and gentle later.
There would be a later for many slow and gentle.
Kakashi complied, his hand withdrawing and taking hold of Iruka's hips, pushing inside in one deep thrust. Iruka stiffened with the shock and the pain of it, clinging to Kakashi and biting his mouth savagely. "Move," he growled, gouging deep lines with his nails in Kakashi's back.
Kakashi did, pounding into him at a punishing pace, as if he had also lost himself in Iruka. It was over too quickly, the rush of emotion and the mix of pleasure and pain too much for any of them to hold for long.
They lay panting on the bed, still entwined, when it was over. Iruka looked at his hands not surprised to find blood under his fingernails and then took a look at Kakashi's face and burst out laughing.
Kakashi looked at him confused for a moment and then joined in, his laughter the best thing Iruka had ever heard.
"Do I also look as if I have gone ten rounds with Gai and lost all of them?" Kakashi asked, amused and breathless and there.
"Twenty I'd say," Iruka replied, leaning close to him and kissing his bleeding lips. "I'm sorry."
Kakashi shook his head. "Don't worry; I at least have the mask to hide it. What are you going to tell your kids tomorrow?"
Iruka thought about it for a second, a smirk curling his swollen lips.
"I'll tell them the Copy Nin turned in a bad mission report and I had to beat him up until he repeated it," he laughed at the spluttering noises coming from Kakashi. "And I'll say that if they doubt my word, they should find you and look at you to guess who won."
Kakashi silenced him with a kiss, still shaking with laughter. "You are going to ruin my reputation."
"I know. Now shut up and fuck me again."
Kakashi was only too happy to comply.
…
Epilogue
Kurenai stirred the food in the pot, her attention half on the food and half on Daichi and whatever mischief he was getting up to in the other room.
She had been wondering since the night before how things had gone for Kakashi, but his absence from her house at that time probably meant everything had worked out.
She was glad, unlikely as it seemed, Kakashi and Iruka were a good match. And God knew Kakashi deserved someone who loved him enough not to kill him after a week together.
As if conjured by her thoughts, Kakashi's head appeared on her window, entering her kitchen with the ease of years of habit. She had given up scolding him about the use of doors for ages.
"Hi Kakashi," she said struggling to keep her tone normal. She didn't want to sound disappointed that he was back there. She had really hoped for the best.
"Hi Kurenai," he said, and he didn't sound unhappy in the slightest. "I just came to say hi and thank you."
She frowned at him. "You're not staying for dinner?"
Kakashi shook his head, the movement stilted and a tiny wince in his uncovered eyes telling her also painful. She wondered what had happened, had things gone so wrong they had resorted to violence? She moved to the fridge and grabbed two beers, passing one to Kakashi.
"Tell me, what happened?" she said, not bothering to disguise her concern.
Kakashi looked at her, confusion clear in his eyes and then he snorted, seemingly realizing what she meant. He pulled down his mask and drank from the bottle. "Nothing, everything went better than expected."
She would have said something, except she was too busy goggling at Kakashi's face. He looked as if he had fought a horde of missing nins and barely escaped with his life. His lips were bruised and cut, his jaw had purpling marks on it and there was a circle of bruises covering what she could see of his throat. There were also teeth marks in the juncture between his jaw and his neck and when she turned she could see scratches on the back of his neck.
He was blushing violently when Kurenai finished her examination and suddenly it made perfect sense.
Kurenai collapsed on the floor laughing. "Oh my, Iruka-sensei is a hellion!"
Kakashi hid his face behind his mask quickly, the blush spreading so high it was still visible and Kurenai felt tears streaming down her face. "I just came to thank you, and to say you and Daichi are invited to come whenever you want to Iruka's house. I'm moving in, so it will be my home now too."
She gasped for breath; his words registering in her mind and making her feel warm and really happy for her friend. Kakashi shot her a last embarrassed look before jumping out of the window, his half-finished beer on the kitchen counter.
Kurenai kept laughing for a while, Daichi running into the kitchen at the noise and staring uncomprehendingly at his crazy mom. She finally picked herself up and grabbed Kakashi's beer, finishing it in one long swallow.
Depositing a soft kiss on the crown of her son's head, Kurenai turned back to her food.
"I'm very happy for you, Kakashi. I really am."
…
*Fin*
Author: aviss
Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Romance
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~3.100 this part, ~12.000 total.
Summary: A drunken one night stand might cost Iruka the best friendship he's had in years. Or it might be the beginning of something even better.
Author Notes: to make up for the angst fest I indulged in yesterday, here's the fluff (or what passes for fluff with me, so the smut)
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V
Iruka stared morosely at the words scrawled on the scroll in his hands, the red ink already covering most of it making it look like someone had been bleeding over it. He cast a glance at the other scrolls and sighed. He had not murdered any of the kids yet, though it was difficult to believe considering the amount of red covering the homework.
He knew he was being harsh on them, and that it was bad practice to take out his frustration on the pitiful attempts at homework they gave him. He usually was a bit more forgiving but these past four days he had been in a terrible mood and it showed.
Better the homework than the kids, though.
He picked a piece of toast from the plate he had on the table and munched unhappily, swallowing it with the help of some beer. He had been unable to cook for himself for the past four days and he knew perfectly well the reason for that.
It was the same as for his bad mood: Kakashi.
Or, more precisely, Kakashi's absence.
Iruka had to admit, if only to himself, that he felt bad for what had happened the last time Kakashi had been in his house. Everything was a mess, and though Kakashi was partly to blame, he had looked genuinely confused by Iruka's reaction. Confused and hurt.
Iruka knew he had been too harsh; he had pushed Kakashi away without an explanation and then firmly closed the door on his face. And for the past four days he had been missing him like he would miss a limb. They had not been apart for such a long stretch since the war unless Kakashi was out on a mission, and Iruka was beginning to realize maybe he had been too hasty.
It was just that--well, Kakashi's flirting had made him feel there was a hope for them but the memory of his words was always present. If Kakashi didn't want him to fall in love then that mean he was just interested in sex and friendship. Iruka could manage the friendship but the sex was asking way too much of him, at least in regards to Kakashi.
Maybe he should just come clean and explain the reason for his reaction. Kakashi would surely understand and give him the space he needed for his feelings to settle.
Yes, he definitely should do that. Wait for the week to be over and then find Kakashi and have a long talk with him. He was going to leave himself open and vulnerable admitting being in love with him, but it was a risk Iruka was willing to take if that saved what they had.
Decision made, Iruka took a deep breath and got ready to keep shredding his student's homework to pieces.
He was startled when he heard a knock on his door, his brow furrowing immediately upon recognizing the chakra on the other side. Kakashi.
The good feeling he had attained for the past hour promptly vanished, replaced by dread and annoyance. He wasn't ready for the conversation, not yet. And he had been clear with Kakashi about not wanting him in his house for a week.
He considered for a moment not answering the knock, pretend not to be home and wait until Kakashi left. He knew he couldn't do that, Kakashi surely had felt his presence inside the house and was stubborn enough to out-wait Iruka.
He stood up and opened the door. "What are you doing here?" He asked, his tone belligerent. Iruka didn't move aside to let Kakashi in, a gesture that didn't escape Kakashi.
"I need to talk to you," Kakashi said frowning, his uncovered eye intent on Iruka.
"There is nothing to talk about Kakashi, not yet. I said one week." Iruka tried to close the door but Kakashi was faster, his hand against the wood unyielding.
"I'm here to apologize, please let me in."
It was the sincerity in his tone what made Iruka give in and open the door wider. Kakashi entered, his steps strangely hesitant for one who had spent the best part of two years within those same walls. Iruka took his previous seat on the couch and signalled Kakashi to sit in front of him.
He noticed how Kakashi had not removed his mask the moment he was inside, like he had been doing lately, and the meaning of such a tiny thing pained him almost more than the conversation they were going to have. It left no doubt that something had changed, Iruka's outburst last time had broken something that had been built between them with time. Iruka hoped it wasn't broken beyond repair, though it was obvious the fracture was there.
"Speak," Iruka said once Kakashi was comfortably sitting on the couch. He kept his tone curt and annoyed, though some part of him was glad Kakashi was there. He had really missed the prick, and he was now drinking in the sight of him.
Kakashi stared at him in silence for a moment, fidgeting a bit on his seat. It was clear to see he was feeling uncomfortable, and it was infecting Iruka. He opened his mouth to say something when Kakashi finally spoke.
"Can I have a beer? I need some liquid courage for this," Kakashi said with his usual self-depreciating sincerity and Iruka snorted. Trust Kakashi to find the thing to say to put him at ease.
"Do you think it's a good idea to drink around me? Remember it was getting drunk what got us in this situation," Iruka retorted, but he stood up and went to the fridge, retrieving two bottles of beer.
Kakashi's mask was off when Iruka re-entered the living room, and he felt himself going weak at the knees in sheer relief. Maybe not everything was as lost as he had feared. They were, first and foremost, adults and friends. They would find a way to patch things up.
"Thank you." Kakashi took the offered drink and drained almost half in a long gulp. Iruka followed his example, needing a bit of courage himself.
They relapsed into silence, their breathing too loud in the suddenly quiet room. It felt tense and awkward, too many things hanging between them.
"You said you wanted to apologize," Iruka finally said, unable to stand the tension anymore.
Kakashi nodded, a bit of colour suffusing his cheeks. "Yes, I have to."
Iruka frowned when Kakashi's mouth closed, no more words forthcoming. "Well?"
"I'm an insensitive prick, or so I've been told," Kakashi began, and Iruka froze. What? That wasn't what he had been expecting, and Iruka feared that line of apology would mean Kakashi had finally realized the real issue. "I shouldn't have pushed so much when it was clear it made you uncomfortable. It was just that--I--I didn't--"
Kakashi trailed off, glaring at some point over Iruka's shoulder. Iruka was rooted on the spot, hanging on every word out of Kakashi's mouth. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it. Kakashi had finally realized his feelings and the apology was his way to gently let him down.
"Look Iruka," Kakashi stood up from the couch and began pacing. "I'm a genius, or at least half the village believes so, but you and I know I'm an idiot. I didn't know, and I'm sorry if my words and actions were painful for you."
Iruka closed his eyes, grateful for Kakashi's words and at the same time hurt by them.
"Kakashi--" he tried to say, staring at his friend and trying to find the right words to make him shut up without messing up this time.
"No. Let me," Kakashi cut him off, pacing nervously around Iruka's living room. He pushed his hands through his hair in a clearly unsettled gesture, his bared face giving away all his feelings. "What I'm trying to say here is that I want to be your friend, I will always want to be that, but fuck me if I don't want a lot more."
"What do you mean?" Iruka ventured, startled by Kakashi's words and feeling something like hope blooming inside his chest.
Kakashi stopped his infernal pacing and approached Iruka, kneeling down in front of him to look at him in the eyes. "I mean that I'm a moron for not having seen sooner what was in front of me. You and I are perfect together, we have fun, we respect each other, your food is the best and you're the only person who can stand being around me for extended periods of time. I thought having you as a friend I wouldn't need anything else, and then we slept together." Kakashi paused, looking seriously at him. Iruka's heart was pounding so hard against his ribcage he was certain Kakashi could hear it. "It didn't know I wanted to kiss you until you had already kissed me, and I didn't know I wanted to make love to you until I had done it. I thought your friendship was enough only because I hadn't tried the rest."
"Kakashi," Iruka warned in a low voice, not wanting to believe what Kakashi's words were implying only to be disappointed further down the line. "Don't joke around with this."
Kakashi shook his head emphatically. "I'm not joking. I know I said--" he flushed crimson then, and it was that what made Iruka believe him more than his words. Kakashi was rarely embarrassed by anything he ever said or did, usually dismissing it with a laugh or a joke. "I was wrong, and I couldn't stop thinking about it because I do want you to fall for me, stupid as it is to say this now to you. I'm an idiot, you know."
Iruka finally smiled. "Yes, you are. You're in love with me." Saying it aloud made Iruka giddy and at the same time awfully scared that he had misinterpreted something, unlikely as it was with Kakashi's rueful smile confirming it.
"Yes. And you've been in love with me for some time, and I was stupid for not noticing and hurting you."
Iruka was going to say something, absolve Kakashi of the unwitting pain he had caused, but the speech was robbed from his mouth along with his breath by Kakashi's lips.
It was as if a switch had been flipped in Iruka's brain the moment their lips touched, the anger, pain and hope of the past week swept under a wave of pure lust.
He lost himself in the kiss, opening to it and savouring Kakashi's taste and feel against his mouth, filling the spaces in his patchy memories with the real thing and the knowledge it was his for the taking now. Iruka wrapped his arms around Kakashi's shoulders and pulled him closer, leaning back until they were both laying on the couch, their bodies pressed against each other.
He wanted this now as he hadn't wanted anything in a long time, the memories of that previous night together tainted by the hurt that followed and the blurriness of too much alcohol.
"Bed," Iruka growled against Kakashi's mouth, and he was glad to see Kakashi was eager to oblige.
They got up clumsily from the couch, neither of them willing to relinquish the other's mouth as they made their way towards Iruka's bedroom, the proceedings impeded by their efforts of getting rid of their clothes at the same time.
Kakashi tripped on his own trousers, stumbling and clinging to Iruka to regain his balance, and they ended up pressed against the wall, laughing like loons as they rubbed their bodies together.
"Bed," Iruka repeated, moaning when Kakashi's mouth closed around a nipple, one of his hands tracing patterns on the skin of his hip.
"Too far," Kakashi mumbled, looking up to stare at Iruka with hunger and need written clearly on his face. He surged up and claimed Iruka's lips violently, devouringly and Iruka surrendered to the feeling, clawing Kakashi's back and twining his legs around his waist.
The next instant his back was on the mattress, Kakashi pinning him to it with his body and kissing him as if he wanted to crawl inside of him. Iruka panted breathlessly, reluctantly moving one of his hands from Kakashi's body and groping blindly for what he needed. He passed the small vial to Kakashi as soon as fingers closed on it, spreading his legs to drive the point home more firmly in case Kakashi had missed it.
He hadn't, not if the breathless moan that fell from his lips was any indication. Kakashi fumbled with the vial, his mouth never leaving Iruka's as he coated his fingers with the slippery substance and began preparing him.
It was rushed and slightly painful, almost desperate. Kakashi's teeth closed around Iruka's lower lip, biting him as his fingers plunged inside Iruka fast and hard, opening him. Iruka would have asked him to go slower, to gentle it a bit, but he was way past caring. He pushed against Kakashi's hand, urging him to go faster, to add another finger or just skip it and fuck him already.
There would be time for slow and gentle later.
There would be a later for many slow and gentle.
Kakashi complied, his hand withdrawing and taking hold of Iruka's hips, pushing inside in one deep thrust. Iruka stiffened with the shock and the pain of it, clinging to Kakashi and biting his mouth savagely. "Move," he growled, gouging deep lines with his nails in Kakashi's back.
Kakashi did, pounding into him at a punishing pace, as if he had also lost himself in Iruka. It was over too quickly, the rush of emotion and the mix of pleasure and pain too much for any of them to hold for long.
They lay panting on the bed, still entwined, when it was over. Iruka looked at his hands not surprised to find blood under his fingernails and then took a look at Kakashi's face and burst out laughing.
Kakashi looked at him confused for a moment and then joined in, his laughter the best thing Iruka had ever heard.
"Do I also look as if I have gone ten rounds with Gai and lost all of them?" Kakashi asked, amused and breathless and there.
"Twenty I'd say," Iruka replied, leaning close to him and kissing his bleeding lips. "I'm sorry."
Kakashi shook his head. "Don't worry; I at least have the mask to hide it. What are you going to tell your kids tomorrow?"
Iruka thought about it for a second, a smirk curling his swollen lips.
"I'll tell them the Copy Nin turned in a bad mission report and I had to beat him up until he repeated it," he laughed at the spluttering noises coming from Kakashi. "And I'll say that if they doubt my word, they should find you and look at you to guess who won."
Kakashi silenced him with a kiss, still shaking with laughter. "You are going to ruin my reputation."
"I know. Now shut up and fuck me again."
Kakashi was only too happy to comply.
…
Epilogue
Kurenai stirred the food in the pot, her attention half on the food and half on Daichi and whatever mischief he was getting up to in the other room.
She had been wondering since the night before how things had gone for Kakashi, but his absence from her house at that time probably meant everything had worked out.
She was glad, unlikely as it seemed, Kakashi and Iruka were a good match. And God knew Kakashi deserved someone who loved him enough not to kill him after a week together.
As if conjured by her thoughts, Kakashi's head appeared on her window, entering her kitchen with the ease of years of habit. She had given up scolding him about the use of doors for ages.
"Hi Kakashi," she said struggling to keep her tone normal. She didn't want to sound disappointed that he was back there. She had really hoped for the best.
"Hi Kurenai," he said, and he didn't sound unhappy in the slightest. "I just came to say hi and thank you."
She frowned at him. "You're not staying for dinner?"
Kakashi shook his head, the movement stilted and a tiny wince in his uncovered eyes telling her also painful. She wondered what had happened, had things gone so wrong they had resorted to violence? She moved to the fridge and grabbed two beers, passing one to Kakashi.
"Tell me, what happened?" she said, not bothering to disguise her concern.
Kakashi looked at her, confusion clear in his eyes and then he snorted, seemingly realizing what she meant. He pulled down his mask and drank from the bottle. "Nothing, everything went better than expected."
She would have said something, except she was too busy goggling at Kakashi's face. He looked as if he had fought a horde of missing nins and barely escaped with his life. His lips were bruised and cut, his jaw had purpling marks on it and there was a circle of bruises covering what she could see of his throat. There were also teeth marks in the juncture between his jaw and his neck and when she turned she could see scratches on the back of his neck.
He was blushing violently when Kurenai finished her examination and suddenly it made perfect sense.
Kurenai collapsed on the floor laughing. "Oh my, Iruka-sensei is a hellion!"
Kakashi hid his face behind his mask quickly, the blush spreading so high it was still visible and Kurenai felt tears streaming down her face. "I just came to thank you, and to say you and Daichi are invited to come whenever you want to Iruka's house. I'm moving in, so it will be my home now too."
She gasped for breath; his words registering in her mind and making her feel warm and really happy for her friend. Kakashi shot her a last embarrassed look before jumping out of the window, his half-finished beer on the kitchen counter.
Kurenai kept laughing for a while, Daichi running into the kitchen at the noise and staring uncomprehendingly at his crazy mom. She finally picked herself up and grabbed Kakashi's beer, finishing it in one long swallow.
Depositing a soft kiss on the crown of her son's head, Kurenai turned back to her food.
"I'm very happy for you, Kakashi. I really am."
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*Fin*