I don't love you.
I don't own them, Kishimoto sensei does. I am just using them because I have nanowrimo writer's block and it sucks.
It was a normal day in the mission room with the normal amount of chaos and the normal amount of yelling on Iruka’s part to control the behavior of the children who were masquerading as adult ninjas. He stamped reports, handed out missions, and generally threatened to dismember the next person who turned in a sloppily written report.
Which he should have known would have cued his lover to walk in the room after a two week long absence, being three days overdue.
“You’re late,” Iruka chuckled relieved.
“Sorry, sensei, but I was attacked by mutant squirrels intent on using my delectable body to inspire a hoard of fan girls to help them take over the world with their green jell-o cube army. I had to fight my way out using whip cream and a wet noodle to preserve my honor.”
“You already gave up your honor to me a long time, lover boy.” Iruka snickered. Kakashi laughed with him, already easing out of mission mode to home mode. All it took was Iruka’s laughter to remind him that he was alive.
However, the mission room had other ideas. Iruka was something of a favorite of many of them. And they were determined that the copy nin was treating him right.
Kakashi was the first to notice the deadly intent directed his way. Iruka sighed, shaking his head before glaring at the assembled nins. But this time, Genma was their leader and he wasn’t backing down.
“Yo,” Kakashi sighed, this wasn’t going to be good. He just knew it.
“We want to ask you some question, Hatake,” Genma drawled, senbon firmly clenched between his teeth.
“I don’t suppose this can wait until after I have had a bath?”
“Now would be preferable, Hatake, and we won’t take no for an answer”
Kakashi knew that he could jutsu out of there pretty safely and all but he had to admit to curiosity about it all. He leaned against the wall, keeping Iruka and the room in sight. He had already mapped out 53 different escape routes from this position taking Iruka with him.
“I suppose then I will have to give you a moment then, Shiranui.”
“It’s a real simple question, Hatake,” Genma growled, “Even you should be able to answer.”
“Genma, is this really necessary,” Iruka grumbled. He loved Genma dearly but sometimes his friend could drive him up the freaking wall with his behaviors.
“We think it is, Iruka” Genma answered, not taking his eyes off the copynin. Iruka introduced his head to the desk, mumbling something about needing less insane friends.
“So ask away,” Kakashi considered pulling out his book but he had finished it already and didn’t feel like rereading it yet. He wanted a shower before he contemplated the scene with the beautiful maiden taking care of her wounded hero. He wondered if he could convince Iruka to dress up for him tonight and reenact it.
“Not a chance, Hatake,” Kakashi let the thrown book strike him in the shoulder, minimizing the impact using chakra.
“but sensei,” he whined pitifully. “I wasn’t doing anything.”
“Don’t give me that,” Iruka glared, “you were drooling again. I am not going along with any of your perverted scenes from that book. And no, I am not dressing up in a yukata either.”
Kakashi mentally grinned, score. He had been thinking more along the line of a kimono anyway.
“Focus Hatake,” Genma snarled. Kakashi turned a cold eye toward him, causing many of them to step back slightly. It was one thing to deal with a relaxed copy nin but another entirely when he turned feral.
“Shiranui,” that one word conveyed enough intent to send the chuunins to the back of the pack. The jounins held their ground by sheer force of will. Genma was the only one who hadn’t backed down or backed away.
“Do you love Iruka?”
“No,” Kakashi didn’t hesitate with his answer. The collective gasp of surprise was almost comical. Iruka however, never looked up from his paperwork.
“You got a lot of fucking nerve, Hatake,” Genma hissed.
Kakashi held up his hand, “you asked the question Genma, if you don’t like the answer don’t ask stupid questions.” He vanished then, heading home to clean up and pick out the kimono that Iruka was going to wear. He left behind the chaos of the mission room as the assembled nins tried to take in his answer.
“Iruka,” Genma turned to his friend, afraid of the devastation he would see on his face. He nearly dropped the senbon at the laughter Iruka was trying to contain instead.
“The look on your face,” Iruka snickered. “Though I suppose I should admit that I probably had the same look on mine the first time I asked that question.” He shrugged, “He’s right you know, you need to ask the right question.”
Genma had the second shock of the day as Iruka not only seemed pleased about the answer. He opened and shut his mouth trying to come up with a reply but he couldn’t seem to get his brain to work properly.
“Kotetsu, would you mind finishing my shift for me, I’ll take yours tomorrow when Izumo returns.”
“Not a problem,” Kotetsu shrugged. He supposed he should be more shocked about the whole thing but somehow the fond look in Iruka’s eye said that underneath there was something they were all missing.
Iruka stopped and picked up some food before finishing strolling home. His lover was probably done with his shower by now. The man could be such a girl sometime with how long he spent in the shower, primping and fussing with his hair.
He walked through the door, grabbing chopsticks as he headed toward the bedroom where he felt his lover’s chakra flare when he had opened the door. He laughed as he walked through the bedroom door, nearly dropping the food. Kakashi was in front of the mirror trying on kimono’s.
“You’re not playing the wounded hero,” he choked out, torn between the hilarity and lust that crowded his brain and sent the blood in his body a little more south than he needed it to be to think straight.
“Nah,” Kakashi drawled in a feminine voice, “its been awhile since you showed me what you had, sensei.”
Iruka set the bags down, completely forgetting about them as he stalked across the room, stripping his clothes as he went. Kakashi watched him move toward him, lust singing through his veins as the adrenaline from the mission still flowing. Iruka grabbed his hair, dragging him forcefully into a kiss, dominating him even as he was dominated. Kakashi moaned, he had missed this. Iruka spun him around, Kakashi barely catching himself with his hands before his face made a new acquaintance. But he save was all for naught, because he managed to smack his forehead anyway when Iruka roughly shoved two lubricated fingers up his ass.
Iruka couldn’t think straight for the arousal, all he could feel was the pulsing in his cock demanding that he bury it deep within that willing body, fucking it into oblivion. It had been too long since he had had anything other than his hand. He had foolishly not let himself get off that way, letting it build up until he was mindless with need.
Kakashi keened in the back of his throat as Iruka fisted his hair and his hip, biting down on Kakashi’s shoulder as he drove his cock deep into his passage. The thrusts were brutal, hitting his prostate with enough force to cause pleasure and pain. Kakashi knew he would be bruised before this was done but he couldn’t bring himself to care. This was what he wanted when he had made Iruka promise not to touch himself until Kakashi had come back. He felt his orgasm begin but nearly screamed as Iruka circled his cock with his fingers, preventing him from coming.
“Iruka,” he begged, “please oh god please, I need to baby, please,” he wailed.
“Not until I say,” Iruka’s voice was forceful, commanding and Kakashi shivered beneath the force of it.
It seemed like forever that Iruka held him on the edge, fucking him hard and fast, desperately searching for his release. Kakashi thought he was going to explode, the pleasure and pain mixing up until he wasn’t sure what was what anymore, but finally he felt it. The pulsing of the cock inside him, ripping him apart as it came, shooting copious amount of fluid into his abused passage. Those fingers stroked instead of held and Kakashi came with a scream, his orgasm ripping through him like a lightening storm.
He collapsed into the arms of his lover, spent and shaking as the aftereffects left him too weak to even move. Iruka barely caught him but the both ended up tumbling onto the bed with what little strength Iruka possessed.
Kakashi curled up around his boyfriend, far to sated and content to consider moving. He stroked his fingers through the dark brown hair, hearing the appreciative purr from his lover.
“Iruka,” he whispered, unsure if he had already passed out or not.
“Hmm,” was the only reply.
“You know I don’t love you?” Kakashi smiled as he heard the affirmative.
“Go to sleep, Kakashi,” Iruka mumbled. “Just remember, I don’t love you either.”
Kakashi smiled happily. He drifted to sleep content with his world.
Iruka kissed his boyfriend’s chin before resting his head on his shoulder. Really Genma should have asked the right question. Iruka replayed the scene in his head when he had first asked that question.
“Kakashi, do you love me?”
“No,” Iruka had felt that his heart had been crushed with that answer. But the copy nin had caught his face, forcing him to look up into those eyes that seemed to stare at with him with something more that he couldn’t name.
“I don’t love you, Iruka, because love doesn’t even begin to cover what I feel for you. Love is insignificant next to what you mean to me. It’s something greater than can be contained by that one word. There isn’t a word in any human language that can encompass what I feel for you. I don’t think the gods even have one in their holy tongue that can begin to cover even a small portion of it.”
Iruka had felt his heart take wings, as he stared at the truth in this man’s eyes. He had smiled, a beautiful smile full of everything he felt for the copy nin too. He pulled him down slightly so he could rest his forehead on the elder’s as he looked him in the eyes.
“I don’t love you either, Kakashi.”