Naruto, "Peace," Iruka/Kakashi, NC-17
A story for the lovely celipa23 who emailed me with a plea for more porn. Girl, you dragged me out of a depression with that email and ended a two-week dry-spell on my writing. I love you indescribably for it.
NC-17 for sex, sex, and, um ... sex, with a touch of angst to break up the lemony freshness.
Peace
by Mistress Quickly
Iruka looked worn out, his long hair unbound and frizzy, hanging past his shoulders like a tired cloud, his turtleneck rumpled and untucked from his trousers. His dark eyes, normally bright and alert, were heavy-lidded and bloodshot, ringed with dark shadows from too many late nights of grading, too many feisty children giving him a hard time all day long.
To Kakashi, he honestly couldn't have been more handsome.
Back from a two-week mission, bone-weary and filthy, Kakashi slipped through the bedroom window of his lover's apartment and sneaked into the study, waving away Iruka's tired-sounding "I heard you come in, you're not very sneaky, you know" with a flick of the wrist and a tug on his mask-which still tasted like blood, even after several washings-and pulled the younger man close for a deep, hard kiss, a quiet whimper escaping his throat when he felt Iruka's tongue push into his mouth, Iruka's breath warm against his cheek.
"Missed you," said Iruka, panting and peppering kisses across Kakashi's cheek. "Even if you are ridiculous for sneaking into my apartment, I missed you, 'Take."
Kakashi smiled and stole another kiss. "Missed you too, 'Ruka," he said. "Brought you something."
Iruka arched an eyebrow. "You came back from an assassination mission with a souvenir?" he said. "Somehow, that's-"
"Assassination mission?" said Kakashi. "Maa, you don't know that."
"You smell like blood," said Iruka, his tone cool and serious. "Don't treat me like an idiot, Kakashi. I have no illusions about what you do and do not do for our Village."
Kakashi shuddered. "I got your something at the market, here in Konoha," he said. "Got strawberries, something nice."
Iruka sighed and slipped his hand under his lover's vest. "That is nice, 'Take," he said. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made fun of you."
His lover hmm'd softly and kissed him. "Forgotten," he said.
"Thanks," said Iruka.
He draped his arms over Kakashi's shoulders and tilted his face up, eyes closing as Kakashi took his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, all tongue and hot breath, bodies pressed together, motionless save for the rise and fall of their chests, the shift of Iruka's body as he reached down to adjust his erection in his pants. Pulling away, he reached up and rubbed at a streak of dirt-more likely blood, he thought with a shudder-from Kakashi's temple, brow furrowing at the cut that opened from the pull of his finger against Kakashi's skin, just under his lover's hairline.
"You're injured."
"Tree branch," said Kakashi, waving his hand dismissively. "The medical-nin said it was too ridiculous a wound for her to Heal."
Iruka laughed. "That sounds like something Takaoki-san would say. Wasn't her, by chance, was it?"
"Maa, you're too smart sometimes, 'Ruka," said Kakashi. He stepped back and unfastened his vest, draping it carefully over the back of a chair, along with his mask and hitai-ate. "May I use the bath?"
His lover nodded. "Of course. Want me to join you?"
Kakashi hesitated, just for the briefest moment, but Iruka saw it and shook his head.
"You're right, I'll be grumpy in the morning if I don't have my grading done," he said. "Yell for me when you're getting out, and I'll make tea."
Kakashi nodded and reached for him, strong arms wrapped around Iruka's body in a hug just a shade too tight to be considered a perfunctory gesture. "Thank you, 'Ruka," he said.
Iruka hugged him back, nuzzled his neck. "My pleasure, 'Take. Good to have you home."
~♥~♥~♥~
Much later, when Kakashi was clean and wrapped in one of Iruka's robes, lying on the man's bed with his legs spread wide, fingers tangled in Iruka's soft, unbound hair while his lover sucked on him like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted, the older man sighed and thrust and remembered every reason he'd ever had to work so hard to stay alive during each mission he accepted.
"'Ruka," he whispered, his voice rippling the dark silence around them. "'Ruka ... I'm close."
Iruka hmm'd quietly and shifted, taking Kakashi's erection as deep into his throat as he could manage, sucking and swallowing around the hard flesh, one of his hands stroking the root gently while the other cupped Kakashi's balls, rolling and holding them. Overwhelmed with sensation, Kakashi gasped and stiffened, tugging Iruka's hair in warning as he started to come, sighing his pleasure as the younger man pulled back and sucked, swallowing his semen with ease and grace, licking the last few dribbles away from the tip of Kakashi's cock once it was over.
"Mmm, missed doing that," he said, sitting back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Love sucking you, 'Take, you know that?"
Kakashi laughed. "Maa, I'd never have guessed," he said. Then, lazy with the pleasant heaviness sex always gave him, he untied his robe and pushed it aside, reaching for Iruka and pulling the man close for long, deep kiss.
"You want more?" said Iruka, lips brushing Kakashi's lips. "We don't have to if-"
"Please," said Kakashi, softly. "I want it."
Iruka nodded. "Okay, 'Take. Roll onto your side for me?"
Kakashi yawned and shivered, then rolled onto his side, giving his lover an inquisitive look when the man caught him by the leg and pulled, preventing him from facing entirely away.
"I got bored and read one of your books while you were gone," said Iruka with a shrug. "This position sounded nice to me, so I thought we could try it."
His lover laughed. "What would the Elders think if they knew one of the sensei at the Academy was reading such things, then trying them on unsuspecting ninjas?"
"They can blame you or Jiraiya-san, for all I care," said Iruka. He spooned close to his lover, his chest pressed to Kakashi's back, and guided one of Kakashi's long, muscular legs to arch up over his hips, knee bent over his backside so that the older man's foot rested on the smooth bedsheets. Slicking his fingers with lube he'd started keeping in his pillowcase two months after Kakashi became a frequent visitor to his bed, he arched forward and kissed his lover, rubbing his fingers over the man's tight entrance until the muscle relaxed enough to allow him inside.
Kakashi groaned softly and twisted to return the kiss, hips rolling in a counter-rhythm to the thrusts of his lover's hand, fucking himself on Iruka's fingers. "More," he whispered.
"Be patient, 'Take," said Iruka. But all the same, he slid a third slick finger inside, gently thrusting and stretching, his other hand rubbing his lover's belly in soothing circles, tracing familiar scars and hard muscle, teasing Kakashi's shallow navel, the trail of fine silver hair that led down to the curls around the man's softened sex.
When he felt Kakashi's hand wrapping around his weeping erection, slick with lube and stroking hard enough to feel like begging, he laughed softly and pulled his ring finger out of the man's body, rubbing Kakashi's prostate gently with the tip of his middle finger.
"Help me put it in?"
"Mmm," said Kakashi. He guided Iruka forward, fingers brushing Iruka's as they slid out of him, the younger man's erection sliding in easily.
Iruka thrust forward with careful motions until he was buried completely in his lover's body, voice cracking as he whispered his praises in the man's ear. "You feel so good, 'Take," he said, sighing when Kakashi's body tightened around him, little shivers of the tight muscles that licked up his cock in waves, making him moan.
Kakashi hmm'd and laced their fingers together, hips rolling in small motions until Iruka stopped holding back and began thrusting, hard and steady, forehead resting against Kakashi's shoulder, breath coming hot and fast, damp against Kakashi's sweat-slick skin.
He never lasted long while making love to Kakashi, never took more than a few minutes to find his completion inside the older man's tight, slick heat, and after two weeks of being alone with nothing but his right hand as his lover, after an hour of kissing and petting and sucking and stretching and wetting, he finished even more quickly than usual, pounding into Kakashi's body with a deteriorating rhythm, moaning constantly and squeezing his lover's fingers tightly as he started to come, hips jerking wildly as he filled his lover with his semen, shivering with the last waves of pleasure. He slumped against Kakashi's back, mouthing the curve of the man's muscular shoulder, thrusting a few more times as Kakashi stroked himself to a second orgasm, body tightening around the younger man's softening cock as he groaned and came, striping the rumpled robe with semen before collapsing bonelessly in Iruka's arms.
"I love you, Kakashi Hatake," Iruka whispered, moving only enough to kiss the ticklish spot under Kakashi's ear.
Kakashi smiled into the pillow. "Love you too, 'Ruka," he said. Then he closed his eyes and sighed, mind blessedly blank as Iruka sat up and moved about, cleaning both of them. When he heard the click of the bathroom light being turned off, when he felt the bed dip under the younger man's weight, he rolled onto his back and opened his arms, pulling Iruka into a loose embrace, his lover's hair tickling his chest as they lay together, sated and tired and safe.
~♥~♥~♥~
An hour before dawn, Iruka stirred, shifting so that his back was pressed to Kakashi's side, his head pillowed on the man's hand.
Three minutes later, he moved again, curling his legs up to his chest, an impressive display of flexibility that usually got him molested by his lover.
Thirty seconds after that, he straightened his legs and rolled onto his back, sighing as he gently moved Kakashi's arm out from under his neck.
Kakashi didn't move, didn't change his breathing nor his heart-rate, focusing his chakra as necessary to feign sleep. Iruka usually fell asleep immediately on nights when he returned from a mission, nights when they made love and shared a bed, but it wasn't unheard of for the younger man to be restless. And really, it was only a little disappointing that their fast, passionate sex hadn't worn him out completely.
Just a little.
"You know," said Iruka, voice deep and warm in the darkness of predawn, "if you ever get tired of this elite ninja thing, you could make it as an actor. I'm impressed, really. You're doing a wonderful job of pretending to be asleep."
Feigning sleep was more difficult, then, but Kakashi managed, even slowing his heart-rate down a bit, evening his breathing as best he could. Iruka laughed.
"If you start snoring next, I will have to smack you. You know that?"
Kakashi sighed and shifted. "Mmm? You say something, 'Ruka?"
Iruka laughed quietly and kissed him. "I still don't see how Gai finds that cool, 'Take. Maybe he still believes you when you pretend you haven't heard him, I don't know." He stroked Kakashi's cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You're not fooling me."
"Aah, perhaps not," said Kakashi, opening both eyes to watch his lover, the man's long hair unbound and wild, drifting in the light breeze from the window. "You can't sleep, then?"
"Not with you so tense," said Iruka, tucking his hair back behind his ear with the hand that wasn't petting Kakashi's cheek. "And before you tell me that I'm imagining things, I can tell, 'Take. You do things in your sleep that you must not know about, because you never do them when you're faking it."
Kakashi arched an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Mmm-hmm," said Iruka. "Now. Tell me how I can help you sleep, or I'll tickle you."
Their conversation was put on hold momentarily as Iruka proved his threat to be anything but idle, Kakashi yelping and rolling his lover, pinning the man's hands to the mattress, gasping as he claimed a kiss for his victory, nipping gently at Iruka's lower lip. "You really shouldn't do that," he breathed. "I would hate to hurt you, accidentally."
Iruka shrugged, as well as any man can shrug with both arms stretched forcefully over his head. "It's worth the risk," he said. "So. Want to tell me what's wrong, or would you rather I sing you a lullaby?"
"There's-"
"And don't lie."
Kakashi sighed. "Maa, you're mean to me, Iruka-sensei."
"Comes with the territory, being around children all day," said Iruka, wiggling his fingers until Kakashi let go of him, allowing the blood to return to Iruka's hands. "They try to lie and fake things and ... and I'm not mean, I'm strict. There's a difference."
"If you say so."
Iruka chuckled. "I do. Now come on, tell me what's wrong. You'll worry Hokage-sama if you report in tomorrow looking tired."
Kakashi arched an eyebrow. His lover laughed.
"Just go with it, it made a nice excuse," said Iruka.
"If you say so," said Kakashi.
"I do," said Iruka. He lifted one hand and stroked Kakashi's cheek, once again, thumb brushing the scar beneath his lover's sharingan eye. "What's bothering you, 'Take?"
Kakashi shook his head. "Nothing, really," he said.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing really," said Kakashi.
Iruka rolled his eyes. "Okay then. Nothing fakely, then, what's bothering you?"
Kakashi snorted and nipped at his lover's lower lip. "Smartass," he said.
"Learnt it from my students," said Iruka. "Come on, then, tell me. I'm curious."
"You know, curiosity killed the-"
"Your Summons are all dogs, 'Take, I'm not worried about killing anything," said Iruka. He yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "So?"
Kakashi sighed and lay down, forehead pressed to Iruka's side. "Sometimes," he said, quietly, "it's nice to not sleep when I could sleep. Nice to be awake when I don't have to be alert."
Iruka hmm'd softly. "Makes sense," he said. "I'm sorry I interrupted you, then."
"Maa, you didn't know," said Kakashi, stroking Iruka's back with the tips of his fingers when the man curled against him, hovering close enough that Kakashi could clearly see his wide, dark eyes. "I don't mind, really."
"For all your acting skills, you're a terrible liar," said Iruka. "You know that?" He bent and kissed his lover, slipped his tongue into the man's mouth and sighed, rubbing his hand up and down Kakashi's chest, feeling the smooth ridges of ribs, the webbing of old scars, familiar and comforting in the darkness of their bedroom.
"'Ruka?"
"Yes, 'Take?"
Kakashi tugged at him, wiggling until Iruka was straddling him, the blanket falling askew about his hips. "You said that I do things in my sleep that I don't know I'm doing," he said. "What are they?"
"Not telling," said Iruka. "That's my guarantee that I'll know you're not really asleep, nights like this when you're upset."
Kakashi slid his hand down Iruka's strong back, tickling the tips of his fingers over the man's entrance, tight and dry and tempting. "I could make it worth your while if you tell me," he said, finger pressing a little harder.
Iruka shivered. "You can't buy information with sex, 'Take. I don't care how good you are at it. And besides, I already had you tonight. I'd think you'd just be repaying my kindness, were you to take me now." He laughed at the expression on his lover's face. "And pouting isn't going to help, either, so stop that."
"Please?" said Kakashi.
"I'll think about it," said Iruka. He kissed Kakashi's pouting lips, humming happily as he opened his mouth for Kakashi's tongue, one hand blindly fumbling for the bottle of lube they'd not bothered to return to his pillowcase. Righting himself, he leant back and slicked his lover's fingers, sighing when he felt them push into his body, stretching and wetting and rubbing, exactly how he liked it.
"Mmm, 'Ruka," murmured Kakashi, hooking his fingers to rub Iruka's prostate.
Iruka whimpered softly in agreement, thrusting down to take his lover's fingers deeper into his body, his own hands trembling as he slicked Kakashi's erection. Wrapping his hand tightly around the root of his lover's cock, he raised himself as Kakashi slid his fingers out and waited, both of them holding their breath as Iruka slid slowly onto his lover's length, eyes closed and thighs trembling.
"Been awhile since we did it like this," said Iruka, breath coming a touch faster as he sank fully onto Kakashi's erection.
"Mmm," said Kakashi, massaging his lover's strong thighs with the tips of his fingers, hissing softly as Iruka began slowly to move.
Unlike their first coupling of the evening, their second was slow and gentle, Iruka pausing every so often, sinking fully onto Kakashi's erection and stroking himself, head thrown back in an erotic show until his lover's whimpering enticed him to move, once again. Only when his body began to sting from too much friction, his back aching from holding himself upright in Kakashi's lap, did he begin riding his lover, hard and fast, arching backwards, steadying himself against older man's thighs. He cried out when Kakashi took him in hand, stroking hard and fast and too good for him to last, semen pulsing from his cock only a moment later, sticky and warm on Kakashi's throat and chest.
"Come on, 'Take," he breathed, body trembling through his orgasm. "Come on, come for me."
Kakashi growled and grabbed Iruka's hips, held them still and thrust up into the younger man's body, eyes squeezed shut and throat working as he took his pleasure, a strangled sigh voicing his release. Sweaty and panting, he relaxed back into the mattress, stroking Iruka's hips, eyes sliding lazily open to watch Iruka slide off of him, widening as the younger man winced, padding into the bathroom for a towel.
"I was rough with you," he said, when Iruka returned. "I'm sorry."
"You were wonderful," said Iruka, kissing him. "Thank you, 'Take, for that. Love you."
Kakashi hmm'd softly. "Love you too, 'Ruka."
They lay in bed for a long time, both awake and silent, holding each other in a loose embrace. Finally, when Kakashi's heartbeat had slowed enough that anyone other than his lover would have suspected he was sleeping, Iruka sighed and slapped him gently on the butt.
"You sing," he said, quietly.
"Hmm?"
"That's how I know when you're really sleeping," said Iruka. "You sing in your sleep."
Kakashi blinked at him, then laughed. "Maa, that's ... really?"
"Really-really," said Iruka. "But I'm not telling you what you sing, so don't even ask."
Kakashi chuckled. "Fair enough," he said. Then he snuggled close to his lover and sighed. "Thank you, 'Ruka."
"You're welcome," said Iruka, turning to kiss the top of his lover's head. "It's good to have you home, 'Take."
"It's good to be home," said Kakashi.
Within minutes, he was asleep, breath tickling Iruka's chest, his voice cracking as mumbled the words to a children's song Iruka had loved as a child. Smiling, Iruka listened and held him until dawn, sleeping only when the singing stopped, and sleep finally came to his lover, healing them both.
NC-17 for sex, sex, and, um ... sex, with a touch of angst to break up the lemony freshness.
Peace
by Mistress Quickly
Iruka looked worn out, his long hair unbound and frizzy, hanging past his shoulders like a tired cloud, his turtleneck rumpled and untucked from his trousers. His dark eyes, normally bright and alert, were heavy-lidded and bloodshot, ringed with dark shadows from too many late nights of grading, too many feisty children giving him a hard time all day long.
To Kakashi, he honestly couldn't have been more handsome.
Back from a two-week mission, bone-weary and filthy, Kakashi slipped through the bedroom window of his lover's apartment and sneaked into the study, waving away Iruka's tired-sounding "I heard you come in, you're not very sneaky, you know" with a flick of the wrist and a tug on his mask-which still tasted like blood, even after several washings-and pulled the younger man close for a deep, hard kiss, a quiet whimper escaping his throat when he felt Iruka's tongue push into his mouth, Iruka's breath warm against his cheek.
"Missed you," said Iruka, panting and peppering kisses across Kakashi's cheek. "Even if you are ridiculous for sneaking into my apartment, I missed you, 'Take."
Kakashi smiled and stole another kiss. "Missed you too, 'Ruka," he said. "Brought you something."
Iruka arched an eyebrow. "You came back from an assassination mission with a souvenir?" he said. "Somehow, that's-"
"Assassination mission?" said Kakashi. "Maa, you don't know that."
"You smell like blood," said Iruka, his tone cool and serious. "Don't treat me like an idiot, Kakashi. I have no illusions about what you do and do not do for our Village."
Kakashi shuddered. "I got your something at the market, here in Konoha," he said. "Got strawberries, something nice."
Iruka sighed and slipped his hand under his lover's vest. "That is nice, 'Take," he said. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made fun of you."
His lover hmm'd softly and kissed him. "Forgotten," he said.
"Thanks," said Iruka.
He draped his arms over Kakashi's shoulders and tilted his face up, eyes closing as Kakashi took his mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, all tongue and hot breath, bodies pressed together, motionless save for the rise and fall of their chests, the shift of Iruka's body as he reached down to adjust his erection in his pants. Pulling away, he reached up and rubbed at a streak of dirt-more likely blood, he thought with a shudder-from Kakashi's temple, brow furrowing at the cut that opened from the pull of his finger against Kakashi's skin, just under his lover's hairline.
"You're injured."
"Tree branch," said Kakashi, waving his hand dismissively. "The medical-nin said it was too ridiculous a wound for her to Heal."
Iruka laughed. "That sounds like something Takaoki-san would say. Wasn't her, by chance, was it?"
"Maa, you're too smart sometimes, 'Ruka," said Kakashi. He stepped back and unfastened his vest, draping it carefully over the back of a chair, along with his mask and hitai-ate. "May I use the bath?"
His lover nodded. "Of course. Want me to join you?"
Kakashi hesitated, just for the briefest moment, but Iruka saw it and shook his head.
"You're right, I'll be grumpy in the morning if I don't have my grading done," he said. "Yell for me when you're getting out, and I'll make tea."
Kakashi nodded and reached for him, strong arms wrapped around Iruka's body in a hug just a shade too tight to be considered a perfunctory gesture. "Thank you, 'Ruka," he said.
Iruka hugged him back, nuzzled his neck. "My pleasure, 'Take. Good to have you home."
~♥~♥~♥~
Much later, when Kakashi was clean and wrapped in one of Iruka's robes, lying on the man's bed with his legs spread wide, fingers tangled in Iruka's soft, unbound hair while his lover sucked on him like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted, the older man sighed and thrust and remembered every reason he'd ever had to work so hard to stay alive during each mission he accepted.
"'Ruka," he whispered, his voice rippling the dark silence around them. "'Ruka ... I'm close."
Iruka hmm'd quietly and shifted, taking Kakashi's erection as deep into his throat as he could manage, sucking and swallowing around the hard flesh, one of his hands stroking the root gently while the other cupped Kakashi's balls, rolling and holding them. Overwhelmed with sensation, Kakashi gasped and stiffened, tugging Iruka's hair in warning as he started to come, sighing his pleasure as the younger man pulled back and sucked, swallowing his semen with ease and grace, licking the last few dribbles away from the tip of Kakashi's cock once it was over.
"Mmm, missed doing that," he said, sitting back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Love sucking you, 'Take, you know that?"
Kakashi laughed. "Maa, I'd never have guessed," he said. Then, lazy with the pleasant heaviness sex always gave him, he untied his robe and pushed it aside, reaching for Iruka and pulling the man close for long, deep kiss.
"You want more?" said Iruka, lips brushing Kakashi's lips. "We don't have to if-"
"Please," said Kakashi, softly. "I want it."
Iruka nodded. "Okay, 'Take. Roll onto your side for me?"
Kakashi yawned and shivered, then rolled onto his side, giving his lover an inquisitive look when the man caught him by the leg and pulled, preventing him from facing entirely away.
"I got bored and read one of your books while you were gone," said Iruka with a shrug. "This position sounded nice to me, so I thought we could try it."
His lover laughed. "What would the Elders think if they knew one of the sensei at the Academy was reading such things, then trying them on unsuspecting ninjas?"
"They can blame you or Jiraiya-san, for all I care," said Iruka. He spooned close to his lover, his chest pressed to Kakashi's back, and guided one of Kakashi's long, muscular legs to arch up over his hips, knee bent over his backside so that the older man's foot rested on the smooth bedsheets. Slicking his fingers with lube he'd started keeping in his pillowcase two months after Kakashi became a frequent visitor to his bed, he arched forward and kissed his lover, rubbing his fingers over the man's tight entrance until the muscle relaxed enough to allow him inside.
Kakashi groaned softly and twisted to return the kiss, hips rolling in a counter-rhythm to the thrusts of his lover's hand, fucking himself on Iruka's fingers. "More," he whispered.
"Be patient, 'Take," said Iruka. But all the same, he slid a third slick finger inside, gently thrusting and stretching, his other hand rubbing his lover's belly in soothing circles, tracing familiar scars and hard muscle, teasing Kakashi's shallow navel, the trail of fine silver hair that led down to the curls around the man's softened sex.
When he felt Kakashi's hand wrapping around his weeping erection, slick with lube and stroking hard enough to feel like begging, he laughed softly and pulled his ring finger out of the man's body, rubbing Kakashi's prostate gently with the tip of his middle finger.
"Help me put it in?"
"Mmm," said Kakashi. He guided Iruka forward, fingers brushing Iruka's as they slid out of him, the younger man's erection sliding in easily.
Iruka thrust forward with careful motions until he was buried completely in his lover's body, voice cracking as he whispered his praises in the man's ear. "You feel so good, 'Take," he said, sighing when Kakashi's body tightened around him, little shivers of the tight muscles that licked up his cock in waves, making him moan.
Kakashi hmm'd and laced their fingers together, hips rolling in small motions until Iruka stopped holding back and began thrusting, hard and steady, forehead resting against Kakashi's shoulder, breath coming hot and fast, damp against Kakashi's sweat-slick skin.
He never lasted long while making love to Kakashi, never took more than a few minutes to find his completion inside the older man's tight, slick heat, and after two weeks of being alone with nothing but his right hand as his lover, after an hour of kissing and petting and sucking and stretching and wetting, he finished even more quickly than usual, pounding into Kakashi's body with a deteriorating rhythm, moaning constantly and squeezing his lover's fingers tightly as he started to come, hips jerking wildly as he filled his lover with his semen, shivering with the last waves of pleasure. He slumped against Kakashi's back, mouthing the curve of the man's muscular shoulder, thrusting a few more times as Kakashi stroked himself to a second orgasm, body tightening around the younger man's softening cock as he groaned and came, striping the rumpled robe with semen before collapsing bonelessly in Iruka's arms.
"I love you, Kakashi Hatake," Iruka whispered, moving only enough to kiss the ticklish spot under Kakashi's ear.
Kakashi smiled into the pillow. "Love you too, 'Ruka," he said. Then he closed his eyes and sighed, mind blessedly blank as Iruka sat up and moved about, cleaning both of them. When he heard the click of the bathroom light being turned off, when he felt the bed dip under the younger man's weight, he rolled onto his back and opened his arms, pulling Iruka into a loose embrace, his lover's hair tickling his chest as they lay together, sated and tired and safe.
~♥~♥~♥~
An hour before dawn, Iruka stirred, shifting so that his back was pressed to Kakashi's side, his head pillowed on the man's hand.
Three minutes later, he moved again, curling his legs up to his chest, an impressive display of flexibility that usually got him molested by his lover.
Thirty seconds after that, he straightened his legs and rolled onto his back, sighing as he gently moved Kakashi's arm out from under his neck.
Kakashi didn't move, didn't change his breathing nor his heart-rate, focusing his chakra as necessary to feign sleep. Iruka usually fell asleep immediately on nights when he returned from a mission, nights when they made love and shared a bed, but it wasn't unheard of for the younger man to be restless. And really, it was only a little disappointing that their fast, passionate sex hadn't worn him out completely.
Just a little.
"You know," said Iruka, voice deep and warm in the darkness of predawn, "if you ever get tired of this elite ninja thing, you could make it as an actor. I'm impressed, really. You're doing a wonderful job of pretending to be asleep."
Feigning sleep was more difficult, then, but Kakashi managed, even slowing his heart-rate down a bit, evening his breathing as best he could. Iruka laughed.
"If you start snoring next, I will have to smack you. You know that?"
Kakashi sighed and shifted. "Mmm? You say something, 'Ruka?"
Iruka laughed quietly and kissed him. "I still don't see how Gai finds that cool, 'Take. Maybe he still believes you when you pretend you haven't heard him, I don't know." He stroked Kakashi's cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You're not fooling me."
"Aah, perhaps not," said Kakashi, opening both eyes to watch his lover, the man's long hair unbound and wild, drifting in the light breeze from the window. "You can't sleep, then?"
"Not with you so tense," said Iruka, tucking his hair back behind his ear with the hand that wasn't petting Kakashi's cheek. "And before you tell me that I'm imagining things, I can tell, 'Take. You do things in your sleep that you must not know about, because you never do them when you're faking it."
Kakashi arched an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Mmm-hmm," said Iruka. "Now. Tell me how I can help you sleep, or I'll tickle you."
Their conversation was put on hold momentarily as Iruka proved his threat to be anything but idle, Kakashi yelping and rolling his lover, pinning the man's hands to the mattress, gasping as he claimed a kiss for his victory, nipping gently at Iruka's lower lip. "You really shouldn't do that," he breathed. "I would hate to hurt you, accidentally."
Iruka shrugged, as well as any man can shrug with both arms stretched forcefully over his head. "It's worth the risk," he said. "So. Want to tell me what's wrong, or would you rather I sing you a lullaby?"
"There's-"
"And don't lie."
Kakashi sighed. "Maa, you're mean to me, Iruka-sensei."
"Comes with the territory, being around children all day," said Iruka, wiggling his fingers until Kakashi let go of him, allowing the blood to return to Iruka's hands. "They try to lie and fake things and ... and I'm not mean, I'm strict. There's a difference."
"If you say so."
Iruka chuckled. "I do. Now come on, tell me what's wrong. You'll worry Hokage-sama if you report in tomorrow looking tired."
Kakashi arched an eyebrow. His lover laughed.
"Just go with it, it made a nice excuse," said Iruka.
"If you say so," said Kakashi.
"I do," said Iruka. He lifted one hand and stroked Kakashi's cheek, once again, thumb brushing the scar beneath his lover's sharingan eye. "What's bothering you, 'Take?"
Kakashi shook his head. "Nothing, really," he said.
"Nothing?"
"Nothing really," said Kakashi.
Iruka rolled his eyes. "Okay then. Nothing fakely, then, what's bothering you?"
Kakashi snorted and nipped at his lover's lower lip. "Smartass," he said.
"Learnt it from my students," said Iruka. "Come on, then, tell me. I'm curious."
"You know, curiosity killed the-"
"Your Summons are all dogs, 'Take, I'm not worried about killing anything," said Iruka. He yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. "So?"
Kakashi sighed and lay down, forehead pressed to Iruka's side. "Sometimes," he said, quietly, "it's nice to not sleep when I could sleep. Nice to be awake when I don't have to be alert."
Iruka hmm'd softly. "Makes sense," he said. "I'm sorry I interrupted you, then."
"Maa, you didn't know," said Kakashi, stroking Iruka's back with the tips of his fingers when the man curled against him, hovering close enough that Kakashi could clearly see his wide, dark eyes. "I don't mind, really."
"For all your acting skills, you're a terrible liar," said Iruka. "You know that?" He bent and kissed his lover, slipped his tongue into the man's mouth and sighed, rubbing his hand up and down Kakashi's chest, feeling the smooth ridges of ribs, the webbing of old scars, familiar and comforting in the darkness of their bedroom.
"'Ruka?"
"Yes, 'Take?"
Kakashi tugged at him, wiggling until Iruka was straddling him, the blanket falling askew about his hips. "You said that I do things in my sleep that I don't know I'm doing," he said. "What are they?"
"Not telling," said Iruka. "That's my guarantee that I'll know you're not really asleep, nights like this when you're upset."
Kakashi slid his hand down Iruka's strong back, tickling the tips of his fingers over the man's entrance, tight and dry and tempting. "I could make it worth your while if you tell me," he said, finger pressing a little harder.
Iruka shivered. "You can't buy information with sex, 'Take. I don't care how good you are at it. And besides, I already had you tonight. I'd think you'd just be repaying my kindness, were you to take me now." He laughed at the expression on his lover's face. "And pouting isn't going to help, either, so stop that."
"Please?" said Kakashi.
"I'll think about it," said Iruka. He kissed Kakashi's pouting lips, humming happily as he opened his mouth for Kakashi's tongue, one hand blindly fumbling for the bottle of lube they'd not bothered to return to his pillowcase. Righting himself, he leant back and slicked his lover's fingers, sighing when he felt them push into his body, stretching and wetting and rubbing, exactly how he liked it.
"Mmm, 'Ruka," murmured Kakashi, hooking his fingers to rub Iruka's prostate.
Iruka whimpered softly in agreement, thrusting down to take his lover's fingers deeper into his body, his own hands trembling as he slicked Kakashi's erection. Wrapping his hand tightly around the root of his lover's cock, he raised himself as Kakashi slid his fingers out and waited, both of them holding their breath as Iruka slid slowly onto his lover's length, eyes closed and thighs trembling.
"Been awhile since we did it like this," said Iruka, breath coming a touch faster as he sank fully onto Kakashi's erection.
"Mmm," said Kakashi, massaging his lover's strong thighs with the tips of his fingers, hissing softly as Iruka began slowly to move.
Unlike their first coupling of the evening, their second was slow and gentle, Iruka pausing every so often, sinking fully onto Kakashi's erection and stroking himself, head thrown back in an erotic show until his lover's whimpering enticed him to move, once again. Only when his body began to sting from too much friction, his back aching from holding himself upright in Kakashi's lap, did he begin riding his lover, hard and fast, arching backwards, steadying himself against older man's thighs. He cried out when Kakashi took him in hand, stroking hard and fast and too good for him to last, semen pulsing from his cock only a moment later, sticky and warm on Kakashi's throat and chest.
"Come on, 'Take," he breathed, body trembling through his orgasm. "Come on, come for me."
Kakashi growled and grabbed Iruka's hips, held them still and thrust up into the younger man's body, eyes squeezed shut and throat working as he took his pleasure, a strangled sigh voicing his release. Sweaty and panting, he relaxed back into the mattress, stroking Iruka's hips, eyes sliding lazily open to watch Iruka slide off of him, widening as the younger man winced, padding into the bathroom for a towel.
"I was rough with you," he said, when Iruka returned. "I'm sorry."
"You were wonderful," said Iruka, kissing him. "Thank you, 'Take, for that. Love you."
Kakashi hmm'd softly. "Love you too, 'Ruka."
They lay in bed for a long time, both awake and silent, holding each other in a loose embrace. Finally, when Kakashi's heartbeat had slowed enough that anyone other than his lover would have suspected he was sleeping, Iruka sighed and slapped him gently on the butt.
"You sing," he said, quietly.
"Hmm?"
"That's how I know when you're really sleeping," said Iruka. "You sing in your sleep."
Kakashi blinked at him, then laughed. "Maa, that's ... really?"
"Really-really," said Iruka. "But I'm not telling you what you sing, so don't even ask."
Kakashi chuckled. "Fair enough," he said. Then he snuggled close to his lover and sighed. "Thank you, 'Ruka."
"You're welcome," said Iruka, turning to kiss the top of his lover's head. "It's good to have you home, 'Take."
"It's good to be home," said Kakashi.
Within minutes, he was asleep, breath tickling Iruka's chest, his voice cracking as mumbled the words to a children's song Iruka had loved as a child. Smiling, Iruka listened and held him until dawn, sleeping only when the singing stopped, and sleep finally came to his lover, healing them both.