Naruto, "Friendly Rivalry," Kakashi/Iruka, NC-17
I love this pairing, I really do. This is a story inspired by conversations held simultaneously with sircheeks21 and matthewfullhart, who have answered my Naruto questions and assuaged my fangirlish fears above and beyond the call of duty. My love and thanks to the both of them for putting up with me so politely.
This is NC-17 for smut, smut, and more smut, and if it were for the 30_lemons challenge, I'd label it as "alone time," and it would probably be considered cheating. Cheers for that.
Friendly Rivalry
by Mistress Quickly
Rain, and little else. Kakashi Hatake hadn't yet succumbed to the urge to pace, but he was close to it. Stuck in a tiny safehouse with a man he equally loved and hated, with nothing but rain and conversation to entertain them, he was waiting, always waiting, stilled under orders until other orders arrived to take their immobility away.
It was maddening. But then again, so was his teammate.
Gai Maito didn't seem bothered by the situation whatsoever. He'd sung, told stories, and done a few dances, either from his serious desire to dance or a desire to drive Kakashi to madness, the younger man hadn't quite decided. Currently, he was meditating, quiet for once as he concentrated by the window, eyes closed and legs folded, unusual eyebrows tightly knitted together.
Kakashi had meditated. He had stretched. He'd even run through a few old kata, just to see if he remembered them, then mock-sparred with Gai in frustration when he'd not had to think too much to bring to his muscles' memory the old moves from his younger days. Then, he'd slept and dreamt and woken and repeated the process. Over and over and over again, and now ...
"Boredom will lead you by the hand to madness, my friend," said Gai, his dark eyes open and focused on Kakashi. "Beware it, it will tempt you more than wine or women ever could."
Kakashi sighed. To a gay tea-totaller like himself, the threat wasn't at all effective, but he appreciated the sentiment behind it. "Oh, I’m fine," he said, affecting a casually lazy air. "Just wish I'd brought my book along, is all."
"Hmm," said Gai. "Indeed, reading would pass the time well, especially reading a novel in your preferred genre." He leered at his teammate. "Masturbation is not boring, and usually results from your reading time, does it not?"
"It does not," said Kakashi, shaking his head. And really, it didn't. It was mentally re-writing the sex scenes to involve only men that led to masturbation.
He figured Gai didn't need to know that; for his own protection or Gai's, he didn't know.
"Could be fun, anyway," Gai was saying, shifting to unbuckle his trousers.
Kakashi looked away, wincing. Of all the men he'd met since the age of fifteen, when he'd realized that he was gay, Gai Maito was the only one who had ever made him wonder if it wouldn't be safer, perhaps, to be straight. "Did you say something?" he said.
"No, but now that I have your attention, I will," said Gai, pulling his cock free of his undergarments. His underwear were red. Kakashi tried not to think about that.
"Oh?"
Gai grinned and stroked himself twice, slowly. "I'll bet I can reach orgasm before you can."
Your stubborn pride will get you into trouble someday, Kakashi-kun, a friend of his father's had once told him after saving him from drowning in the river in a swimming race, years before he'd learnt to swim. Unzipping his trousers, Kakashi smiled wanly at the thought that that man, whose name he found he no longer remembered, had more than likely been correct.
"When do we start?" he said, lazily blinking at the excited flush on Gai's cheeks.
"Now!" said the man, hand closing around his own cock.
Kakashi sighed and closed his eyes. Quickly, hmm? That's not too difficult. He was good at coming quickly, did it quick and efficient in the bathroom when he first woke up, mornings when he faced a mission. Sleep-numbed skin woke quickly under the proper ministrations, he'd discovered, and the proper focus of the mind was always a nice touch ...
Tight, he told himself, stroking firmly until his penis was fully erect. It would be tight, inside another man. Arousal sped down his spine at the thought, swirling sensation through his cock as he caught the tide and stroked with it, pulling precome to the tip and moving more quickly. He never thought of anyone in particular, when he wanted to come quickly. Just the essentials. Just the tight, puckered hole of a man's ass, the heat and noise and clench and-
"Aah!"
-he was coming, hard and long from so many days without touching himself. Not that he'd been constantly aroused; quite the contrary, during the past four days of his confinement with Gai, his penis had been hiding in his underwear, soft and whimpering, or would have been whimpering, had it been able to make sound, Kakashi was fairly certain. He opened his eyes and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, cleaning up the mess while Gai grunted and brought himself off.
"I win," he said, cleaning between his fingers and tucking his softened cock back into his underwear.
"Ah, so you do," said Gai, a little out of breath as he wiped up his own come. "You must teach me your technique, sometime."
Kakashi shuddered and curled up on his bedroll. "Nothing to it, really," he said.
By the time Gai came up with a comeback, Kakashi was already asleep.
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"You know," said Gai, twenty hours later when the rain had turned into hail, the wind had no longer whipping around the safehouse in preference of pounding against the concrete, doing its best to tear the building down, "I think I have misjudged you, Hatake Kakashi."
Kakashi looked up from the inventory he'd been taking of his jacket's pocket-lint. "Oh?"
Gai grunted and nodded, looking quite serious. "Our challenge, before. I had judged you as a long distance runner, rather than a sprinter. I believe I could best you in a contest of stamina."
Kakashi blinked at the man. "Stamina?"
"Stamina," said Gai. Grinning a little too broadly, he unbuckled his pants, once again, and pulled his cock free from the confines of his red underwear. "I believe I can hold off from orgasm longer than you can. No stopping allowed, just constant touch. See who lasts longer."
He would later blame boredom-as well as temporary insanity from being cooped up with a madman far too long-for his actions, but at the time, Kakashi merely shrugged and knelt across from his teammate, once again, unzipping his trousers and fishing out his cock, which was still quite soft from the last race he'd had.
"When do we begin?" he said.
"Now!" said Gai.
Kakashi closed his eyes. Stamina, where something he usually considered more useful in the field than in bed, was not a strange concept to his mind, nor to his body. On nights when he was lonesome, nights when he'd read a particularly well-written passage in one of his books, he would often draw out his pleasure, testing his body's limits on nights when he was bored, nights when sleep evaded him.
This, really, was no different. He timed the motion of his hand to offset the pulses of arousal that shivered down his spine, and stroked slowly, very slowly.
Now, he thought, a fantasy. Something to keep it hard ...
His mind wandered over the memories of men about the village, browsing lazily for a good fantasy. There was always Jiraiya, his idol, but the man was too obsessed with women to make for truly good fantasy material. Then there was Asuma, the man's oral fixation, born from his nicotine addiction, a nice touch, but his deepening relationship with Kurenai made that option less than appealing. Kakashi shifted and twisted his palm, caught some of the precome leaking from the tip of his cock and smeared it over the head, loving the ridge well with the pad of his thumb.
Mmm, that feels nice, he mused, sighing. His left hand slipped into his underwear to cup his balls, squeezing them in time to each downward stroke of his right hand.
And that was when the image hit him. Clear and bright as though he were seeing it with his own eye, rather than his memory's.
The new teacher at the Academy, the one he'd seen outside the Hokage's office, Iruka Umino, blushing and laughing as he talked with another chuunin. Iruka Umino, a beautiful young man with a scar across his nose and soft hair that defied gravity almost as petulantly as Kakashi's did no matter what the man did to subdue it. Iruka Umino, a gentle, loving teacher who took the children under his care to the market sometimes and bought them fresh raspberries as a reward for learning their lessons well. Iruka Umino, whose uniform fit tightly enough that he'd caught Kakashi's attention every time he'd been in range of the older man's sight, especially on the occasions that he'd not known Kakashi was there, appreciating him.
Kakashi hmm'd happily and tightened his grip, just a little. Iruka-sensei would serve him perfectly for such an exercise in stamina.
Across from him, Gai grunted and shifted. Kakashi did his best not to think about that.
His mind systematically worked out a fantasy, beginning with the object of his desire fully clothed and blushing, stretched out on the soft futon Kakashi had missed for four days, each time he'd lain on the hard bedroll he'd found stored in the safehouse. First things first, he imagined unbinding the puff of ponytail atop the man's head, freeing Iruka's hair to do as it pleased, envisioning it falling all over the pillow, partially obscuring the sparkling brown eyes, the dark, painful-looking scar.
Brush it away with my fingers, he thought, his long fingers stretching past his balls to press at his perineum, making him moan softly. Kiss him once I can see his face.
Clothing never lasted long in his fantasies, and he could never really be bothered to undress his fantasy lover. Rubbing the head of his erection with the bulge of muscle just beneath his thumb, he imagined Iruka's clothing disappearing, leaving the man warm and bare for him to appreciate, dark skin sharply contrasted against the white futon cover. Licking his lips, Kakashi mused over the potential ticklishness of Iruka's throat, the sensitivity of the man's nipples. Would they be dark, like his eyes? Large and round like a woman's? Small and hard like pebbles?
Kakashi found he ached to find out, the ache turning quickly to arousal, so he slowed down and moved on.
Navel next. He imagined soft, dark brown hair trailing down tight abs, spreading just above the dip of bellybutton, tickling his chin as he nuzzled and licked and nipped at the soft flesh of Iruka's belly, pressing the tip of his nose into the man's navel, just to hear him laugh.
The thought of Iruka's laugh, which he'd heard so often in real life, pushed him closer to orgasm. Kakashi gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.
Slow down, Hatake, he scolded himself, his mind flitting erratically from the controlled fantasy to a more animal desire to wrap his mouth around the cock he knew would be hard and a little slick between Iruka's legs, the desire to lick and suck and fuck ...
His body-or was it his mind?-won out over his resolve, his hand moving up and down his erection more quickly, eyes still squeezed tightly shut as he imagined pushing into Iruka's body (lube, like clothing, never really mattered in his fantasies), imagined that the cock in his hand was the younger man's, rather than his own, that the heavy breathing he could hear shushing past his mask was Iruka's, his own name breathed into the stillness rather than simple, meaningless syllables.
Orgasm was inevitable. Cupping his balls tightly to his body, he jerked and squeezed and came, groaning softly only through the first pulse of release, silent as he pumped himself through those that followed. Sated, he opened his eyes and drew a deep breath, releasing it evenly as he pulled his handkerchief, barely dry from the cleaning he'd given it after the last challenge, from his pocket.
Gai was already cleaned and dressed, slumped against the wall, scowling.
"Twice now," he said, darkly, "you have bested me. Please, tell me your secret so that I may be a better opponent next time we meet."
Kakashi blinked lazily at him, mopping semen off of his right hand. "There is no secret to it," he said. "I'm just a genius."
"Then I shall train and be your rival until I best you in this competition!" said Gai, eyes lit with a fire of determination that reminded Kakashi a little too eerily of real fire. "Until that time, you may consider me your Eternal Rival!"
"Fair enough," said Kakashi. He finished cleaning himself and zipped his pants, then carried his handkerchief to the bucket that sat in the corner, collecting water that leaked steadily through the roof. He cleaned the cloth calmly until it was no longer sticky, then hung it up to dry, Gai's gaze burning a hole through his back.
The remaining three hours they spent together before receiving a visit and new orders from another Konoha ninja were the longest three hours of his life.
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Several years later
Iruka was, undoubtedly, the best thing in Kakashi's life, the older ninja was certain of it. Lying together in bed, listening to the gale sweeping around Iruka's apartment cluster, they'd moved from cuddling to kissing, kissing to petting, petting to-finally-foreplay. Naked and moaning, legs spread and hair loose, Iruka was the picture of hedonistic bliss, gently stroking Kakashi's unruly hair as the man kissed his way down the graceful curve of his neck, nipping at Iruka's collarbone before attacking one dark, ticklish nipple, licking it a few times just to hear his lover giggle.
Once both of Iruka's nipples were hard and a little damp from kisses and licking, Kakashi returned to his lover's mouth, kissing the man slowly and deeply as he worked a second lube-slick finger past the tight muscles of Iruka's ass, thrusting and stretching and stroking, swallowing Iruka's moan when he found the man's prostate and rubbed it, over and over.
"Mmm, 'Take," Iruka whispered. "That's really good."
Kakashi grinned at him. "Why thank you," he said, lazily lubing his own erection with his other hand, a thrill rolling up his spine as his lover pushed himself up, just to watch him touch himself. "Ready?"
"Ready," said Iruka, lying back down.
He was tight, always tight, tighter than Kakashi's own fist had ever been, warmer than any hand or even any mouth ever could be. Kakashi's vision blurred as he pushed inside, eyelids fluttering once he was all the way in, the rest of his body motionless as he waited for his lover to adjust. Smiling down at the man panting beneath him, he wrapped his lube-wet hand around Iruka's erection and stroked lazily, waiting until he felt his lover's hips move under him before thrusting, slow and gentle, his moan slightly deeper than Iruka's, rumbling in his chest as he made love to the beautiful man in his bed.
For all their unhurried foreplay, actual intercourse never lasted very long. Iruka's eyes would threaten to close, his body trembling as he dug his toes into the soft futon and lifted his hips. Kakashi would moan in approval and slip his hands under the younger man's firm backside, holding the man up as he thrust, his pace speeding until he was pounding into Iruka's warm, willing body. He often came first, his Sharingan eye tightly closed as his other eye watched Iruka moan and touch himself, but on that night, he felt Iruka's orgasm, tight and arrhythmic around his erection, watched with both eyes as the younger man's semen shot from the tip of his cock, striping tan flesh white.
"Aah, I-ru-ka," he whispered, both eyes closing as he warred with his body, losing almost immediately to the desire to thrust and come, his good eye slipping open as his balls drew up tight, his cock twitching inside the man he loved. With a deep moan, he let go and came, long and hard and good.
They kissed slowly as Kakashi pulled out, rose and kissed some more as they made their way to the bathroom, kissed as they cleaned each other of warm semen, of cooling sweat.
"I love you," whispered Iruka, nuzzling his lover's neck.
"I love you, too," said Kakashi, smiling lazily in the cloud of uncooperative brown hair that threatened to suffocate him.
They curled up in bed together, Kakashi's head pillowed just above Iruka's heart, one long-fingered hand stroking the man's side. When his lover's heartbeat didn't slow, Kakashi shifted, propping himself up on his elbow.
"You're usually asleep by now," he said, calmly.
"So are you," said Iruka.
"Never before you, though," said Kakashi. "You just think I'm asleep."
Iruka rolled his eyes. "Impossible jounin," he grumbled.
"Quite possibly," said Kakashi. He brushed a lock of hair away from his lover's eyes and cocked his head. "Something bothering you?"
Iruka shrugged. "I'm sure you don't need to ask. You know what's bothering me."
Kakashi nodded gravely. "Thought sex might help you forget about it for the night. I've told you, though, there's nothing to worry about. Gai Maito is merely a friend, an Eternal Rival if you listen to his side of it."
"That's not what's bothering me, and you know it," said Iruka, looking grumpy, his scar creasing as his frown deepened. "And sex never makes me mindless, never has."
His lover sighed and kissed him. "I watched Naruto take on one of the most skilled ninja in the Book, 'Ruka. He'll be fine in the Exam." He stroked Iruka's cheek. "You know I'd not set your most beloved student up for failure, don't you?"
"I trust you not to set Naruto up for failure," said Iruka. "There's a difference." He sighed and rolled onto his side, presenting Kakashi with his back. "Nothing I can do about it now, anyway. If Hokage-sama says it's okay, I suppose you and he are probably right."
Kakashi lay back down and spooned around his lover, pressed a kiss to the man's smooth shoulder. "Naruto will be fine, just like all the others were when taking the test, some of whom were once under your care."
Silence stretched between them, Iruka's breathing slowing with his heartbeat, settling into the rhythm of sleep. When he spoke, Kakashi jumped with surprise, having thought him asleep.
"How'd you get an Eternal Rival, by the way? I was too busy arguing with you earlier to ask."
Kakashi chuckled. "Oh, Gai and I worked together years ago. Right after you first started teaching at the Academy, just a few years after his son was born, I suppose. A game of friendly competition turned out to strike a nerve, and he's never forgotten it. It was a silly thing, really, nothing to worry about."
Iruka hmm'd softly. "Naruto's not going to be happy with just that explanation," he said. "He and Sakura came to me, wanting to know what was going on between you two. Said Gai-sensei takes this rivalry very seriously."
"Does he?" said Kakashi, feigning a yawn. "I'd not noticed."
"Liar," said Iruka.
"Goodnight," said Kakashi.
His lover sighed and shook his head, but said no more. Really, he doubted it was worth it.
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Hmm ... d'you like it? I'm not sure I do. *ponders*
This is NC-17 for smut, smut, and more smut, and if it were for the 30_lemons challenge, I'd label it as "alone time," and it would probably be considered cheating. Cheers for that.
Friendly Rivalry
by Mistress Quickly
Rain, and little else. Kakashi Hatake hadn't yet succumbed to the urge to pace, but he was close to it. Stuck in a tiny safehouse with a man he equally loved and hated, with nothing but rain and conversation to entertain them, he was waiting, always waiting, stilled under orders until other orders arrived to take their immobility away.
It was maddening. But then again, so was his teammate.
Gai Maito didn't seem bothered by the situation whatsoever. He'd sung, told stories, and done a few dances, either from his serious desire to dance or a desire to drive Kakashi to madness, the younger man hadn't quite decided. Currently, he was meditating, quiet for once as he concentrated by the window, eyes closed and legs folded, unusual eyebrows tightly knitted together.
Kakashi had meditated. He had stretched. He'd even run through a few old kata, just to see if he remembered them, then mock-sparred with Gai in frustration when he'd not had to think too much to bring to his muscles' memory the old moves from his younger days. Then, he'd slept and dreamt and woken and repeated the process. Over and over and over again, and now ...
"Boredom will lead you by the hand to madness, my friend," said Gai, his dark eyes open and focused on Kakashi. "Beware it, it will tempt you more than wine or women ever could."
Kakashi sighed. To a gay tea-totaller like himself, the threat wasn't at all effective, but he appreciated the sentiment behind it. "Oh, I’m fine," he said, affecting a casually lazy air. "Just wish I'd brought my book along, is all."
"Hmm," said Gai. "Indeed, reading would pass the time well, especially reading a novel in your preferred genre." He leered at his teammate. "Masturbation is not boring, and usually results from your reading time, does it not?"
"It does not," said Kakashi, shaking his head. And really, it didn't. It was mentally re-writing the sex scenes to involve only men that led to masturbation.
He figured Gai didn't need to know that; for his own protection or Gai's, he didn't know.
"Could be fun, anyway," Gai was saying, shifting to unbuckle his trousers.
Kakashi looked away, wincing. Of all the men he'd met since the age of fifteen, when he'd realized that he was gay, Gai Maito was the only one who had ever made him wonder if it wouldn't be safer, perhaps, to be straight. "Did you say something?" he said.
"No, but now that I have your attention, I will," said Gai, pulling his cock free of his undergarments. His underwear were red. Kakashi tried not to think about that.
"Oh?"
Gai grinned and stroked himself twice, slowly. "I'll bet I can reach orgasm before you can."
Your stubborn pride will get you into trouble someday, Kakashi-kun, a friend of his father's had once told him after saving him from drowning in the river in a swimming race, years before he'd learnt to swim. Unzipping his trousers, Kakashi smiled wanly at the thought that that man, whose name he found he no longer remembered, had more than likely been correct.
"When do we start?" he said, lazily blinking at the excited flush on Gai's cheeks.
"Now!" said the man, hand closing around his own cock.
Kakashi sighed and closed his eyes. Quickly, hmm? That's not too difficult. He was good at coming quickly, did it quick and efficient in the bathroom when he first woke up, mornings when he faced a mission. Sleep-numbed skin woke quickly under the proper ministrations, he'd discovered, and the proper focus of the mind was always a nice touch ...
Tight, he told himself, stroking firmly until his penis was fully erect. It would be tight, inside another man. Arousal sped down his spine at the thought, swirling sensation through his cock as he caught the tide and stroked with it, pulling precome to the tip and moving more quickly. He never thought of anyone in particular, when he wanted to come quickly. Just the essentials. Just the tight, puckered hole of a man's ass, the heat and noise and clench and-
"Aah!"
-he was coming, hard and long from so many days without touching himself. Not that he'd been constantly aroused; quite the contrary, during the past four days of his confinement with Gai, his penis had been hiding in his underwear, soft and whimpering, or would have been whimpering, had it been able to make sound, Kakashi was fairly certain. He opened his eyes and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, cleaning up the mess while Gai grunted and brought himself off.
"I win," he said, cleaning between his fingers and tucking his softened cock back into his underwear.
"Ah, so you do," said Gai, a little out of breath as he wiped up his own come. "You must teach me your technique, sometime."
Kakashi shuddered and curled up on his bedroll. "Nothing to it, really," he said.
By the time Gai came up with a comeback, Kakashi was already asleep.
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"You know," said Gai, twenty hours later when the rain had turned into hail, the wind had no longer whipping around the safehouse in preference of pounding against the concrete, doing its best to tear the building down, "I think I have misjudged you, Hatake Kakashi."
Kakashi looked up from the inventory he'd been taking of his jacket's pocket-lint. "Oh?"
Gai grunted and nodded, looking quite serious. "Our challenge, before. I had judged you as a long distance runner, rather than a sprinter. I believe I could best you in a contest of stamina."
Kakashi blinked at the man. "Stamina?"
"Stamina," said Gai. Grinning a little too broadly, he unbuckled his pants, once again, and pulled his cock free from the confines of his red underwear. "I believe I can hold off from orgasm longer than you can. No stopping allowed, just constant touch. See who lasts longer."
He would later blame boredom-as well as temporary insanity from being cooped up with a madman far too long-for his actions, but at the time, Kakashi merely shrugged and knelt across from his teammate, once again, unzipping his trousers and fishing out his cock, which was still quite soft from the last race he'd had.
"When do we begin?" he said.
"Now!" said Gai.
Kakashi closed his eyes. Stamina, where something he usually considered more useful in the field than in bed, was not a strange concept to his mind, nor to his body. On nights when he was lonesome, nights when he'd read a particularly well-written passage in one of his books, he would often draw out his pleasure, testing his body's limits on nights when he was bored, nights when sleep evaded him.
This, really, was no different. He timed the motion of his hand to offset the pulses of arousal that shivered down his spine, and stroked slowly, very slowly.
Now, he thought, a fantasy. Something to keep it hard ...
His mind wandered over the memories of men about the village, browsing lazily for a good fantasy. There was always Jiraiya, his idol, but the man was too obsessed with women to make for truly good fantasy material. Then there was Asuma, the man's oral fixation, born from his nicotine addiction, a nice touch, but his deepening relationship with Kurenai made that option less than appealing. Kakashi shifted and twisted his palm, caught some of the precome leaking from the tip of his cock and smeared it over the head, loving the ridge well with the pad of his thumb.
Mmm, that feels nice, he mused, sighing. His left hand slipped into his underwear to cup his balls, squeezing them in time to each downward stroke of his right hand.
And that was when the image hit him. Clear and bright as though he were seeing it with his own eye, rather than his memory's.
The new teacher at the Academy, the one he'd seen outside the Hokage's office, Iruka Umino, blushing and laughing as he talked with another chuunin. Iruka Umino, a beautiful young man with a scar across his nose and soft hair that defied gravity almost as petulantly as Kakashi's did no matter what the man did to subdue it. Iruka Umino, a gentle, loving teacher who took the children under his care to the market sometimes and bought them fresh raspberries as a reward for learning their lessons well. Iruka Umino, whose uniform fit tightly enough that he'd caught Kakashi's attention every time he'd been in range of the older man's sight, especially on the occasions that he'd not known Kakashi was there, appreciating him.
Kakashi hmm'd happily and tightened his grip, just a little. Iruka-sensei would serve him perfectly for such an exercise in stamina.
Across from him, Gai grunted and shifted. Kakashi did his best not to think about that.
His mind systematically worked out a fantasy, beginning with the object of his desire fully clothed and blushing, stretched out on the soft futon Kakashi had missed for four days, each time he'd lain on the hard bedroll he'd found stored in the safehouse. First things first, he imagined unbinding the puff of ponytail atop the man's head, freeing Iruka's hair to do as it pleased, envisioning it falling all over the pillow, partially obscuring the sparkling brown eyes, the dark, painful-looking scar.
Brush it away with my fingers, he thought, his long fingers stretching past his balls to press at his perineum, making him moan softly. Kiss him once I can see his face.
Clothing never lasted long in his fantasies, and he could never really be bothered to undress his fantasy lover. Rubbing the head of his erection with the bulge of muscle just beneath his thumb, he imagined Iruka's clothing disappearing, leaving the man warm and bare for him to appreciate, dark skin sharply contrasted against the white futon cover. Licking his lips, Kakashi mused over the potential ticklishness of Iruka's throat, the sensitivity of the man's nipples. Would they be dark, like his eyes? Large and round like a woman's? Small and hard like pebbles?
Kakashi found he ached to find out, the ache turning quickly to arousal, so he slowed down and moved on.
Navel next. He imagined soft, dark brown hair trailing down tight abs, spreading just above the dip of bellybutton, tickling his chin as he nuzzled and licked and nipped at the soft flesh of Iruka's belly, pressing the tip of his nose into the man's navel, just to hear him laugh.
The thought of Iruka's laugh, which he'd heard so often in real life, pushed him closer to orgasm. Kakashi gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.
Slow down, Hatake, he scolded himself, his mind flitting erratically from the controlled fantasy to a more animal desire to wrap his mouth around the cock he knew would be hard and a little slick between Iruka's legs, the desire to lick and suck and fuck ...
His body-or was it his mind?-won out over his resolve, his hand moving up and down his erection more quickly, eyes still squeezed tightly shut as he imagined pushing into Iruka's body (lube, like clothing, never really mattered in his fantasies), imagined that the cock in his hand was the younger man's, rather than his own, that the heavy breathing he could hear shushing past his mask was Iruka's, his own name breathed into the stillness rather than simple, meaningless syllables.
Orgasm was inevitable. Cupping his balls tightly to his body, he jerked and squeezed and came, groaning softly only through the first pulse of release, silent as he pumped himself through those that followed. Sated, he opened his eyes and drew a deep breath, releasing it evenly as he pulled his handkerchief, barely dry from the cleaning he'd given it after the last challenge, from his pocket.
Gai was already cleaned and dressed, slumped against the wall, scowling.
"Twice now," he said, darkly, "you have bested me. Please, tell me your secret so that I may be a better opponent next time we meet."
Kakashi blinked lazily at him, mopping semen off of his right hand. "There is no secret to it," he said. "I'm just a genius."
"Then I shall train and be your rival until I best you in this competition!" said Gai, eyes lit with a fire of determination that reminded Kakashi a little too eerily of real fire. "Until that time, you may consider me your Eternal Rival!"
"Fair enough," said Kakashi. He finished cleaning himself and zipped his pants, then carried his handkerchief to the bucket that sat in the corner, collecting water that leaked steadily through the roof. He cleaned the cloth calmly until it was no longer sticky, then hung it up to dry, Gai's gaze burning a hole through his back.
The remaining three hours they spent together before receiving a visit and new orders from another Konoha ninja were the longest three hours of his life.
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Several years later
Iruka was, undoubtedly, the best thing in Kakashi's life, the older ninja was certain of it. Lying together in bed, listening to the gale sweeping around Iruka's apartment cluster, they'd moved from cuddling to kissing, kissing to petting, petting to-finally-foreplay. Naked and moaning, legs spread and hair loose, Iruka was the picture of hedonistic bliss, gently stroking Kakashi's unruly hair as the man kissed his way down the graceful curve of his neck, nipping at Iruka's collarbone before attacking one dark, ticklish nipple, licking it a few times just to hear his lover giggle.
Once both of Iruka's nipples were hard and a little damp from kisses and licking, Kakashi returned to his lover's mouth, kissing the man slowly and deeply as he worked a second lube-slick finger past the tight muscles of Iruka's ass, thrusting and stretching and stroking, swallowing Iruka's moan when he found the man's prostate and rubbed it, over and over.
"Mmm, 'Take," Iruka whispered. "That's really good."
Kakashi grinned at him. "Why thank you," he said, lazily lubing his own erection with his other hand, a thrill rolling up his spine as his lover pushed himself up, just to watch him touch himself. "Ready?"
"Ready," said Iruka, lying back down.
He was tight, always tight, tighter than Kakashi's own fist had ever been, warmer than any hand or even any mouth ever could be. Kakashi's vision blurred as he pushed inside, eyelids fluttering once he was all the way in, the rest of his body motionless as he waited for his lover to adjust. Smiling down at the man panting beneath him, he wrapped his lube-wet hand around Iruka's erection and stroked lazily, waiting until he felt his lover's hips move under him before thrusting, slow and gentle, his moan slightly deeper than Iruka's, rumbling in his chest as he made love to the beautiful man in his bed.
For all their unhurried foreplay, actual intercourse never lasted very long. Iruka's eyes would threaten to close, his body trembling as he dug his toes into the soft futon and lifted his hips. Kakashi would moan in approval and slip his hands under the younger man's firm backside, holding the man up as he thrust, his pace speeding until he was pounding into Iruka's warm, willing body. He often came first, his Sharingan eye tightly closed as his other eye watched Iruka moan and touch himself, but on that night, he felt Iruka's orgasm, tight and arrhythmic around his erection, watched with both eyes as the younger man's semen shot from the tip of his cock, striping tan flesh white.
"Aah, I-ru-ka," he whispered, both eyes closing as he warred with his body, losing almost immediately to the desire to thrust and come, his good eye slipping open as his balls drew up tight, his cock twitching inside the man he loved. With a deep moan, he let go and came, long and hard and good.
They kissed slowly as Kakashi pulled out, rose and kissed some more as they made their way to the bathroom, kissed as they cleaned each other of warm semen, of cooling sweat.
"I love you," whispered Iruka, nuzzling his lover's neck.
"I love you, too," said Kakashi, smiling lazily in the cloud of uncooperative brown hair that threatened to suffocate him.
They curled up in bed together, Kakashi's head pillowed just above Iruka's heart, one long-fingered hand stroking the man's side. When his lover's heartbeat didn't slow, Kakashi shifted, propping himself up on his elbow.
"You're usually asleep by now," he said, calmly.
"So are you," said Iruka.
"Never before you, though," said Kakashi. "You just think I'm asleep."
Iruka rolled his eyes. "Impossible jounin," he grumbled.
"Quite possibly," said Kakashi. He brushed a lock of hair away from his lover's eyes and cocked his head. "Something bothering you?"
Iruka shrugged. "I'm sure you don't need to ask. You know what's bothering me."
Kakashi nodded gravely. "Thought sex might help you forget about it for the night. I've told you, though, there's nothing to worry about. Gai Maito is merely a friend, an Eternal Rival if you listen to his side of it."
"That's not what's bothering me, and you know it," said Iruka, looking grumpy, his scar creasing as his frown deepened. "And sex never makes me mindless, never has."
His lover sighed and kissed him. "I watched Naruto take on one of the most skilled ninja in the Book, 'Ruka. He'll be fine in the Exam." He stroked Iruka's cheek. "You know I'd not set your most beloved student up for failure, don't you?"
"I trust you not to set Naruto up for failure," said Iruka. "There's a difference." He sighed and rolled onto his side, presenting Kakashi with his back. "Nothing I can do about it now, anyway. If Hokage-sama says it's okay, I suppose you and he are probably right."
Kakashi lay back down and spooned around his lover, pressed a kiss to the man's smooth shoulder. "Naruto will be fine, just like all the others were when taking the test, some of whom were once under your care."
Silence stretched between them, Iruka's breathing slowing with his heartbeat, settling into the rhythm of sleep. When he spoke, Kakashi jumped with surprise, having thought him asleep.
"How'd you get an Eternal Rival, by the way? I was too busy arguing with you earlier to ask."
Kakashi chuckled. "Oh, Gai and I worked together years ago. Right after you first started teaching at the Academy, just a few years after his son was born, I suppose. A game of friendly competition turned out to strike a nerve, and he's never forgotten it. It was a silly thing, really, nothing to worry about."
Iruka hmm'd softly. "Naruto's not going to be happy with just that explanation," he said. "He and Sakura came to me, wanting to know what was going on between you two. Said Gai-sensei takes this rivalry very seriously."
"Does he?" said Kakashi, feigning a yawn. "I'd not noticed."
"Liar," said Iruka.
"Goodnight," said Kakashi.
His lover sighed and shook his head, but said no more. Really, he doubted it was worth it.
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Hmm ... d'you like it? I'm not sure I do. *ponders*