Naruto fic: Lust, Love and Everything in Between - Days 5 and 6
Title: Lust, Love and Everything in Between - Days 5 and 6
Author: aviss
Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance, drama, humour, smut
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Kishimoto, not me.
Summary: An old tradition brings them together, it's up to them to stay that way. If they want to.
Word Count: ~3.700 this part
Author Notes: Sorry it took this long, I tried to finish it before going on holiday but day 5 didn't want to behave.
Prologue
Day 1 - Just this
Day 2 - Unexpected
Day 3 - Sweet Torture
Day 4 - Uncomplicated
Day 5 - Missed Chances
Iruka looked at the clock for the third time and sighed. It was stupid to stay there and wait any longer, Kakashi wasn't going to come.
With a last longing look at the door, Iruka stood up and got ready to close the mission desk. It should, by all accounts, have been closed more than an hour ago, but he still had some lingering hope that Kakashi would appear, late as he always was after a mission, but safe and sound.
A stupid hope, Iruka himself had handed him the mission and knew it would take longer than a day to complete. Kakashi, genius or not, was only human. It was so unfair, they had only one week to be together and being forced to waste one of the days was annoying.
But maybe he could, at least, get some marking done. He was way behind his regular work at the Academy, what with Kakashi taking up all his spare time and blowing his mind every single time they were together.
It was no wonder the only thing Iruka was up to doing when Kakashi left at night was sleep.
Last night had been especially good, and Iruka had not been surprised to see how kinky and perverted Kakashi really was. Honestly, the ride had been hot as hell and then, being tied up and fucked hard and fast gave Iruka fantasy material for weeks to come.
He'd rather have the original instead of fantasies, but he wasn't going to fool himself when it came to Kakashi. Yes, they got along pretty well and had a lot of fun. And yes, Kakashi was probably the best lover he'd had in a long time, but that was where the problem was.
Kakashi wasn't his lover, and Iruka had his doubts he would ever be. Their relationship would never be that of distant acquaintances again, but he was convinced Kakashi was not up to a real relationship. And there was no way Iruka accepted less than that when the week was over.
He had really set himself up for a world of trouble.
But no, still not regretting it. He knew he was looking at a couple rough weeks for his feelings to settle before he could be just friends with Kakashi, but that friendship alone promised to be worth the heartache. Not to mention the sex he was getting now.
He opened the door to his house and disabled the traps just in case, dropping the scrolls on top of the table and going to the kitchen to fix himself some dinner.
If he was honest with himself, he admitted while his hands moved automatically to slice the vegetables and prepare the food, he was tempted to accept whatever Kakashi offered him. And he was sure Kakashi was going to offer him something once the week was up. If they kept the kind of relationship they had right now Kakashi might also fall for him.
Like he had already fallen.
And that was the reason he couldn't settle for anything less than a lover.
He had tried once having a sex-friends relationship with a girl he was in love with, and it had ended up really badly. Iruka had though it was just a question of time his feelings were returned, he had found out too late it wasn't always like that. She had eventually fallen in love, unfortunately not with him.
Now he knew better and he wasn't going to be hurt in that way again.
No, tempting as it was, if Kakashi didn't want a lover by the end of the week then Iruka would just be his friend. A normal friend.
He took his plate to the living room and sat down to eat with a sigh. It annoyed him to admit it, but he already missed Kakashi and they had only spent four nights together.
He didn't know what he was going to do when the week was over.
…
"Explain to me, Genma," Kakashi said looking down at his companion from his position on the tree, "Why am I stuck here, in the middle of nowhere with you, when I could be back in Konoha having really hot sex?"
Genma raised his eyes slowly, a lazy smile spreading on his lips. "Maybe, Kakashi, because your nin-dog lost the trail of the guys we were tracking down, and now we have to lay low until daylight and try to pick a visible track before they leave Fire Country."
Kakashi huffed and closed his eyes. At least he could try and have a couple hours sleep until sunrise. He was certainly glad it was summer and the days were so short, or they would have been forced to admit the mission had been a failure. This way they had a chance, thanks to their speed and tracking abilities, to find their target before they were out of reach.
But he'd much rather be back in Konoha with Iruka under him. Or on top, he wasn't picky.
"You're seeing someone, then," Genma said breaking the silence. Kakashi knew he should have kept his mouth shut, especially when it came to Genma and his uncanny ability to always know everything.
"Nothing serious, just this week," he said hoping it was enough for Genma to let the subject drop. He wasn't so lucky.
"Just this week, eh? You participated this time, I'm guessing."
There was no fooling Genma, and anyway, Kakashi wasn't even going to try. Gossip he might be, but Genma was still a shinobi. He knew when to push, and when pushing would mean a kunai to the throat.
Kakashi gave him just a nod, closing his eyes again.
"Oh, you must have been lucky with the draw, you seem eager to go back," Genma said cheerfully. Kakashi opened his eye to find Genma studying him intently, his eyes way more serious than his voice let on.
"I was."
"And you've been lounging around the mission room lately."
Kakashi shrugged. "Have I?"
Genma laughed. "Spill Kakashi, I know Iruka participated this time. It took me fucking forever to convince him to."
Kakashi startled at that. Genma had what? He glared hotly at his companion before he caught himself, schooling his expression into one of indifference.
"I knew it! You're one lucky bastard Kakashi," Genma said with far too much gusto for Kakashi's liking.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, Iruka--that's one partner I'd never give a pass to. I bet he's giving you the week of your life!" Genma's grin turned positively wicked.
Kakashi stared at him, an uncomfortable feeling swelling inside his chest. He shook his head, dismissing it and focused his attention on Genma. "How do you know this?" It came out harsher than he intended, and Kakashi frowned. What was wrong with him?
Genma shrugged, still smiling. "Iruka's been my friend since forever; we've even been together a couple of times before I hooked up with Anko. I've always wondered how the hell he stayed single all this time. It's not for lack of willing partners, I tell you that."
Kakashi nodded. "Yeah, I can imagine."
The strange feeling wasn't leaving. Genma and Iruka? It wasn't that difficult to imagine. He had been with Genma as well a couple of times, and he knew the other was attractive and funny, a good friend to talk to and a good partner in bed. Surprisingly enough, Genma was also able to keep his mouth shut when it really mattered.
If Iruka was his friend, there was no reason for them not to have been together in that way before.
It made no sense that it bothered him. But it did.
He closed his eyes again, hoping it would discourage Genma from talking further. No such luck.
"He's been stressed lately, what with the Academy and his double shift at the mission desk," Genma kept talking, clearly ignoring Kakashi's sign that he wanted the conversation to be over. "I had to talk him into participating for almost two weeks, and I can't believe the poor guy got you. He's not going to thank me for that."
That got Kakashi's attention. "What do you mean with that?" he asked, opening his eye again and fixing Genma with a stern look.
Genma laughed. He knew he was winding Kakashi up and he was loving every minute of it.
"You're his type," Genma said with a smirk, "and I know you."
Kakashi narrowed his eye, daring him to elaborate further.
"You like to see yourself as the cold and aloof type, Kakashi," Genma said, his tone changing to one a bit more serious, though there was still amusement lurking in his voice. "And you'll balk if there is any chance of getting attached. Iruka is the complete opposite, which is the reason he didn't participate in things like the Lottery. He wants a real relationship."
"You're wrong," Kakashi finally said, "we're getting along fine the way things are now. He's not trying to get me into a real relationship."
Genma stared at him for a second and then shrugged. "Well, that might be true. Iruka is not the kind to push. That doesn't mean he doesn't want one."
Maybe he doesn't want one with you, hung unsaid in the air, but Kakashi heard it loud and clear.
He clenched his teeth, annoyed at himself for finding the idea so irritating. He didn't want a relationship, at least no more of a relationship than what they already had: friendly and uncomplicated. As long as they got to the friends part, they could be sex-friends.
He shouldn't be bothered if Iruka didn't want more, should he?
And why were they having that conversation in the first place? Kakashi regretted even opening his mouth in the first place, he should have known better than giving Genma any kind of opening. "Let's get some rest now," Kakashi said after a few seconds, making it clear now that the conversation was done with.
"Fine," Genma said closing his eyes as well.
Kakashi relaxed in the blessed silence, closing his eyes to catch some much needed sleep before continuing the mission.
When the sun rose, he had not slept a wink.
…
Day 6 - Welcoming Arms
Iruka closed the mission desk on time, knowing full well there was no reason to wait tonight. Kakashi was back, but he wouldn't be seeing him.
Rumours had a way to get around in a place like Konoha, and the moment Shikamaru had rushed into the mission room to look for the Hokage and dragged her away; Iruka had known something was wrong.
The stab of panic he had felt told him just how screwed he was, and how deep his feelings were.
It had been a short relief hearing it wasn't Kakashi, but Genma, the one in urgent need of medical attention. But knowing the other like he did, he knew Kakashi would spend the night in the hospital waiting for news on his comrade.
Iruka would have done the same. And he intended to go see Genma in the morning.
He opened the door to his house feeling a bit down and cursing his bad luck. It was selfish of him to be concerned about another lost night when a friend was severely injured, but the fact was that his first thought had been that.
He wasn't expecting another presence inside his house, and he wasn't prepared when a hard and unyielding body slammed him against the door and held him there.
It took him less than a second to recognize the presence as Kakashi, and he forced his body to relax and release the weapon already in his hand. One look at the other's face told him how bad things were.
Iruka was no innocent, he had dealt with these kinds of situations before. He was trained for them, every shinobi was.
In a place like Konoha sexual assault was treated with the certainty of something that would happen, sooner or later. It was a crude but effective form of interrogation, and shinobi were warring by nature so there were always enemies ready to obtain information by any means necessary. It was one of the harsher realities of life, and the Sandaime had insisted that everyone needed to be prepared to defend against it, men and women alike.
The Godaime followed his teacher's believe to the letter in that regard, even in peaceful times it never hurt to be prepared.
There was also the unspoken reality of couples needing to relieve stress after gruelling, and usually traumatic, missions. They taught every chuunin how to defend themselves against a partner not in their right mind without causing severe harm, if they so whished.
Iruka was of two minds in those cases. If it was his partner who needed to vent, and having had relationships with a couple jounins he'd had his share of those, he usually relaxed and enjoyed the ride. He didn't mind a bit of rough sex, provided certain boundaries were not crossed. And he always made sure they weren't.
If it was an ex or someone else thinking they could use him that way, then he sealed their movements and waited for reason to return.
He made his decision in a split second, the look on Kakashi's eye enough to assure him things wouldn't get out of control. Kakashi wasn't that far gone, though he was not exactly rational at the moment.
The fact that he had gone to Iruka was telling enough as it was.
He relaxed his body and closed his eyes, letting it happen.
He'd have a word, or several, with Kakashi afterwards.
…
Kakashi didn't know how everything had gone straight to hell that fast. One minute they were tracking down a couple missing-nins, and the next Genma and he were in the middle of an ambush.
He had to admit the enemy had outsmarted them, leading them a merry chase to the outskirts of Fire Country, and then springing the trap when Kakashi had been about to give up and return to Konoha.
The fight had been fierce and bloody, and he was lucky to have come out relatively unscathed. Genma had not been so lucky. One good hit with one poisoned kunai had been more than enough to ensure Kakashi had to drag his half-dead arse back to Konoha. At least, poisoned or not, Genma had fought to his usual standards to get them out of the trap.
Now it was all in Tsunade's hands, and Kakashi was convinced Genma was going to pull through.
That didn't make it any easier to bear. They had been fooled and the cost had been high.
He went straight to Iruka's house, not wondering why he hadn't even bothered to hand his report or wash the blood off him. He could feel his vision narrowed, his senses still on high alert, and he needed to calm down.
Iruka would surely help him do it.
Kakashi snaked into the apartment through a window, disabling the traps easily, and sat down on the couch to wait.
He didn't need to wait long.
The moment Iruka had closed the door after him Kakashi was out of the couch and pushing him against it. He noticed how Iruka tensed, ready to strike back, weapons already in hand, and Kakashi prepared himself to fight to get what he needed. The next second the kunai hit the floor with a dull thud and Iruka had his eyes closed.
Without a second though Kakashi ripped his mask down and kissed Iruka, mouth hard and demanding over soft and warm lips. His hands were busy tearing the clothes off Iruka's body, trying to touch and grab every single inch of skin within his reach. He pulled away when the need to breathe became urgent, and turned Iruka's body roughly so he was now facing the door. Iruka didn't say anything, and there was something wrong with that though Kakashi was unable to put his finger on it.
He pressed his body against Iruka's back, rubbing himself and biting the exposed neck and shoulder. Iruka pressed against him, soft whimpers escaping his throat while Kakashi bit and pushed, needing something else, wanting more. He took off one of his gloves and reluctantly pulled his mouth away from the already purpling skin of Iruka's shoulder, licking his palm and coating his aching cock with spit.
He needed to be closer to Iruka, he needed in Iruka.
Kakashi positioned himself and pressed in, Iruka's body tensing and trying to reject him. He didn't want that. He couldn't have that. He put his hands on Iruka's hips, holding him against the door, and pushed inside in one brutal thrust. Iruka cursed and trashed, and Kakashi could feel him taking a deep breath and forcing his frozen muscles to relax.
Part of his brain was shouting at him, asking what the fuck he thought he was doing, but Kakashi was way past caring. He needed, and needed--and he was going to have it.
He took it. Moving one of his hands from Iruka's hip to his hair, Kakashi forced his head back and took his lips in a deep kiss, matching the pace of his thrusts. It took less than he believed to reach his climax, the haze of need and desire lifting when the last shudder coursed his body. He was still kissing Iruka, but it was gentler now, and he opened his eye to look at him.
He cursed inwardly at what he saw. There were tiny drops of moisture clinging to Iruka's lashes, his eyes still closed and his face pinched in a pained expression. Slowly, Kakashi withdrew and looked down, almost expecting to see blood on his now soft cock. He was relieved to see none.
"Can I open my eyes now?" Iruka said, and Kakashi had a second to marvel that even in that situation Iruka had the presence of mind to respect him.
He pulled his mask back on and took another step back, giving Iruka the space needed to turn around.
"Yes."
Iruka opened his eyes and glared at him, crossing his arms over his bare chest. Kakashi took stock of the situation, the ripped clothes and the marks on Iruka's body.
Fuck. When was the last time he had lost control like that? And with someone who wasn't his friend, not quite, just a partner for the week.
"Feeling better now?" Iruka asked snidely and Kakashi blushed.
"I'm sorry, Iruka--" he began, wondering what did one say to the person he had just assaulted.
"Answer me. Are you feeling better now?" Iruka insisted, a gleam in his eyes that told he was completely serious and he demanded a sincere answer.
Kakashi took a deep breath. "Yes."
"Good. How's Genma?"
That surprised him.
He realized then, Iruka was a chuunin and must have gone thought the training. Kakashi had been too young at the time for anyone to consider him in need of it, and when he was of age to be a target for those practices, he was too skilled and strong for anyone to bother. Again, he was shocked realizing Iruka had let him do it.
"He'll recover, though he's not going to be a happy bunny for some time. The poison was a nasty one."
The tension seemed to leave Iruka's body at that and Kakashi blinked surprised. Was Genma the one Iruka was worried about, not what had just happened?
"Iruka--" he began, wanting to apologize again but Iruka's expression killed the words before they were fully formed.
"You know this is not something you do with a temporary partner, do you?" Iruka asked uncrossing his arms and looking down at his body. "It's going to be hell hiding these marks, and I'm going to be sore for a week."
Kakashi didn't know what to say. He had expected--he didn't know what he had expected, but it certainly wasn't that. Iruka was calm and accepting, as if being treated like that was nothing new to him. It was disturbing, to say the very least.
"Iruka," he tried again.
"Look, Kakashi, I know what you're thinking," Iruka interrupted him again. "I could have stopped you if I wanted to, I didn't. It hurt like hell and you're going to pay for it in a while when I fuck you through the mattress, but it was consensual. I've had jounin lovers before, I know how to deal with deranged killers wanting to screw me. I'm not a weak civilian who just has to take it."
Kakashi blinked again, not entirely believing what he was hearing.
"You mean--"
"I mean, in case you're wondering, I didn't mind. I like it rough from time to time, so you didn't hurt me. Much. What I also mean is that you're going to be taking it from me for the next two days until the week is up because you didn't even bother with lubricant, and it fucking hurts."
He opened his mouth to speak, saw that no words were coming out, and closed it again, lips curling in a smile while the last of the tension left his body.
Iruka was definitely one of a kind.
"Now," Iruka said fixing him with a stare that was nothing short of predatory, "get your stupid deranged jounin arse in the shower and clean yourself, I refuse to have Genma's and God knows who else's blood all over my sheets. I'll take a shower after you, so you better take that time to prepare yourself for me. It's the only preparation you're going to get, which is more than I had. Am I making myself clear?"
Kakashi nodded, resisting the urge to laugh at the unreality of the situation, and stood up to follow his orders.
Genma, his failure of a mission and everything else fled his mind the moment Iruka's words finally registered in his mind.
The night had suddenly taken a turn for the better.
…
Day 7
Author: aviss
Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka
Rating: NC-17
Genre: romance, drama, humour, smut
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to Kishimoto, not me.
Summary: An old tradition brings them together, it's up to them to stay that way. If they want to.
Word Count: ~3.700 this part
Author Notes: Sorry it took this long, I tried to finish it before going on holiday but day 5 didn't want to behave.
Prologue
Day 1 - Just this
Day 2 - Unexpected
Day 3 - Sweet Torture
Day 4 - Uncomplicated
Day 5 - Missed Chances
Iruka looked at the clock for the third time and sighed. It was stupid to stay there and wait any longer, Kakashi wasn't going to come.
With a last longing look at the door, Iruka stood up and got ready to close the mission desk. It should, by all accounts, have been closed more than an hour ago, but he still had some lingering hope that Kakashi would appear, late as he always was after a mission, but safe and sound.
A stupid hope, Iruka himself had handed him the mission and knew it would take longer than a day to complete. Kakashi, genius or not, was only human. It was so unfair, they had only one week to be together and being forced to waste one of the days was annoying.
But maybe he could, at least, get some marking done. He was way behind his regular work at the Academy, what with Kakashi taking up all his spare time and blowing his mind every single time they were together.
It was no wonder the only thing Iruka was up to doing when Kakashi left at night was sleep.
Last night had been especially good, and Iruka had not been surprised to see how kinky and perverted Kakashi really was. Honestly, the ride had been hot as hell and then, being tied up and fucked hard and fast gave Iruka fantasy material for weeks to come.
He'd rather have the original instead of fantasies, but he wasn't going to fool himself when it came to Kakashi. Yes, they got along pretty well and had a lot of fun. And yes, Kakashi was probably the best lover he'd had in a long time, but that was where the problem was.
Kakashi wasn't his lover, and Iruka had his doubts he would ever be. Their relationship would never be that of distant acquaintances again, but he was convinced Kakashi was not up to a real relationship. And there was no way Iruka accepted less than that when the week was over.
He had really set himself up for a world of trouble.
But no, still not regretting it. He knew he was looking at a couple rough weeks for his feelings to settle before he could be just friends with Kakashi, but that friendship alone promised to be worth the heartache. Not to mention the sex he was getting now.
He opened the door to his house and disabled the traps just in case, dropping the scrolls on top of the table and going to the kitchen to fix himself some dinner.
If he was honest with himself, he admitted while his hands moved automatically to slice the vegetables and prepare the food, he was tempted to accept whatever Kakashi offered him. And he was sure Kakashi was going to offer him something once the week was up. If they kept the kind of relationship they had right now Kakashi might also fall for him.
Like he had already fallen.
And that was the reason he couldn't settle for anything less than a lover.
He had tried once having a sex-friends relationship with a girl he was in love with, and it had ended up really badly. Iruka had though it was just a question of time his feelings were returned, he had found out too late it wasn't always like that. She had eventually fallen in love, unfortunately not with him.
Now he knew better and he wasn't going to be hurt in that way again.
No, tempting as it was, if Kakashi didn't want a lover by the end of the week then Iruka would just be his friend. A normal friend.
He took his plate to the living room and sat down to eat with a sigh. It annoyed him to admit it, but he already missed Kakashi and they had only spent four nights together.
He didn't know what he was going to do when the week was over.
…
"Explain to me, Genma," Kakashi said looking down at his companion from his position on the tree, "Why am I stuck here, in the middle of nowhere with you, when I could be back in Konoha having really hot sex?"
Genma raised his eyes slowly, a lazy smile spreading on his lips. "Maybe, Kakashi, because your nin-dog lost the trail of the guys we were tracking down, and now we have to lay low until daylight and try to pick a visible track before they leave Fire Country."
Kakashi huffed and closed his eyes. At least he could try and have a couple hours sleep until sunrise. He was certainly glad it was summer and the days were so short, or they would have been forced to admit the mission had been a failure. This way they had a chance, thanks to their speed and tracking abilities, to find their target before they were out of reach.
But he'd much rather be back in Konoha with Iruka under him. Or on top, he wasn't picky.
"You're seeing someone, then," Genma said breaking the silence. Kakashi knew he should have kept his mouth shut, especially when it came to Genma and his uncanny ability to always know everything.
"Nothing serious, just this week," he said hoping it was enough for Genma to let the subject drop. He wasn't so lucky.
"Just this week, eh? You participated this time, I'm guessing."
There was no fooling Genma, and anyway, Kakashi wasn't even going to try. Gossip he might be, but Genma was still a shinobi. He knew when to push, and when pushing would mean a kunai to the throat.
Kakashi gave him just a nod, closing his eyes again.
"Oh, you must have been lucky with the draw, you seem eager to go back," Genma said cheerfully. Kakashi opened his eye to find Genma studying him intently, his eyes way more serious than his voice let on.
"I was."
"And you've been lounging around the mission room lately."
Kakashi shrugged. "Have I?"
Genma laughed. "Spill Kakashi, I know Iruka participated this time. It took me fucking forever to convince him to."
Kakashi startled at that. Genma had what? He glared hotly at his companion before he caught himself, schooling his expression into one of indifference.
"I knew it! You're one lucky bastard Kakashi," Genma said with far too much gusto for Kakashi's liking.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, Iruka--that's one partner I'd never give a pass to. I bet he's giving you the week of your life!" Genma's grin turned positively wicked.
Kakashi stared at him, an uncomfortable feeling swelling inside his chest. He shook his head, dismissing it and focused his attention on Genma. "How do you know this?" It came out harsher than he intended, and Kakashi frowned. What was wrong with him?
Genma shrugged, still smiling. "Iruka's been my friend since forever; we've even been together a couple of times before I hooked up with Anko. I've always wondered how the hell he stayed single all this time. It's not for lack of willing partners, I tell you that."
Kakashi nodded. "Yeah, I can imagine."
The strange feeling wasn't leaving. Genma and Iruka? It wasn't that difficult to imagine. He had been with Genma as well a couple of times, and he knew the other was attractive and funny, a good friend to talk to and a good partner in bed. Surprisingly enough, Genma was also able to keep his mouth shut when it really mattered.
If Iruka was his friend, there was no reason for them not to have been together in that way before.
It made no sense that it bothered him. But it did.
He closed his eyes again, hoping it would discourage Genma from talking further. No such luck.
"He's been stressed lately, what with the Academy and his double shift at the mission desk," Genma kept talking, clearly ignoring Kakashi's sign that he wanted the conversation to be over. "I had to talk him into participating for almost two weeks, and I can't believe the poor guy got you. He's not going to thank me for that."
That got Kakashi's attention. "What do you mean with that?" he asked, opening his eye again and fixing Genma with a stern look.
Genma laughed. He knew he was winding Kakashi up and he was loving every minute of it.
"You're his type," Genma said with a smirk, "and I know you."
Kakashi narrowed his eye, daring him to elaborate further.
"You like to see yourself as the cold and aloof type, Kakashi," Genma said, his tone changing to one a bit more serious, though there was still amusement lurking in his voice. "And you'll balk if there is any chance of getting attached. Iruka is the complete opposite, which is the reason he didn't participate in things like the Lottery. He wants a real relationship."
"You're wrong," Kakashi finally said, "we're getting along fine the way things are now. He's not trying to get me into a real relationship."
Genma stared at him for a second and then shrugged. "Well, that might be true. Iruka is not the kind to push. That doesn't mean he doesn't want one."
Maybe he doesn't want one with you, hung unsaid in the air, but Kakashi heard it loud and clear.
He clenched his teeth, annoyed at himself for finding the idea so irritating. He didn't want a relationship, at least no more of a relationship than what they already had: friendly and uncomplicated. As long as they got to the friends part, they could be sex-friends.
He shouldn't be bothered if Iruka didn't want more, should he?
And why were they having that conversation in the first place? Kakashi regretted even opening his mouth in the first place, he should have known better than giving Genma any kind of opening. "Let's get some rest now," Kakashi said after a few seconds, making it clear now that the conversation was done with.
"Fine," Genma said closing his eyes as well.
Kakashi relaxed in the blessed silence, closing his eyes to catch some much needed sleep before continuing the mission.
When the sun rose, he had not slept a wink.
…
Day 6 - Welcoming Arms
Iruka closed the mission desk on time, knowing full well there was no reason to wait tonight. Kakashi was back, but he wouldn't be seeing him.
Rumours had a way to get around in a place like Konoha, and the moment Shikamaru had rushed into the mission room to look for the Hokage and dragged her away; Iruka had known something was wrong.
The stab of panic he had felt told him just how screwed he was, and how deep his feelings were.
It had been a short relief hearing it wasn't Kakashi, but Genma, the one in urgent need of medical attention. But knowing the other like he did, he knew Kakashi would spend the night in the hospital waiting for news on his comrade.
Iruka would have done the same. And he intended to go see Genma in the morning.
He opened the door to his house feeling a bit down and cursing his bad luck. It was selfish of him to be concerned about another lost night when a friend was severely injured, but the fact was that his first thought had been that.
He wasn't expecting another presence inside his house, and he wasn't prepared when a hard and unyielding body slammed him against the door and held him there.
It took him less than a second to recognize the presence as Kakashi, and he forced his body to relax and release the weapon already in his hand. One look at the other's face told him how bad things were.
Iruka was no innocent, he had dealt with these kinds of situations before. He was trained for them, every shinobi was.
In a place like Konoha sexual assault was treated with the certainty of something that would happen, sooner or later. It was a crude but effective form of interrogation, and shinobi were warring by nature so there were always enemies ready to obtain information by any means necessary. It was one of the harsher realities of life, and the Sandaime had insisted that everyone needed to be prepared to defend against it, men and women alike.
The Godaime followed his teacher's believe to the letter in that regard, even in peaceful times it never hurt to be prepared.
There was also the unspoken reality of couples needing to relieve stress after gruelling, and usually traumatic, missions. They taught every chuunin how to defend themselves against a partner not in their right mind without causing severe harm, if they so whished.
Iruka was of two minds in those cases. If it was his partner who needed to vent, and having had relationships with a couple jounins he'd had his share of those, he usually relaxed and enjoyed the ride. He didn't mind a bit of rough sex, provided certain boundaries were not crossed. And he always made sure they weren't.
If it was an ex or someone else thinking they could use him that way, then he sealed their movements and waited for reason to return.
He made his decision in a split second, the look on Kakashi's eye enough to assure him things wouldn't get out of control. Kakashi wasn't that far gone, though he was not exactly rational at the moment.
The fact that he had gone to Iruka was telling enough as it was.
He relaxed his body and closed his eyes, letting it happen.
He'd have a word, or several, with Kakashi afterwards.
…
Kakashi didn't know how everything had gone straight to hell that fast. One minute they were tracking down a couple missing-nins, and the next Genma and he were in the middle of an ambush.
He had to admit the enemy had outsmarted them, leading them a merry chase to the outskirts of Fire Country, and then springing the trap when Kakashi had been about to give up and return to Konoha.
The fight had been fierce and bloody, and he was lucky to have come out relatively unscathed. Genma had not been so lucky. One good hit with one poisoned kunai had been more than enough to ensure Kakashi had to drag his half-dead arse back to Konoha. At least, poisoned or not, Genma had fought to his usual standards to get them out of the trap.
Now it was all in Tsunade's hands, and Kakashi was convinced Genma was going to pull through.
That didn't make it any easier to bear. They had been fooled and the cost had been high.
He went straight to Iruka's house, not wondering why he hadn't even bothered to hand his report or wash the blood off him. He could feel his vision narrowed, his senses still on high alert, and he needed to calm down.
Iruka would surely help him do it.
Kakashi snaked into the apartment through a window, disabling the traps easily, and sat down on the couch to wait.
He didn't need to wait long.
The moment Iruka had closed the door after him Kakashi was out of the couch and pushing him against it. He noticed how Iruka tensed, ready to strike back, weapons already in hand, and Kakashi prepared himself to fight to get what he needed. The next second the kunai hit the floor with a dull thud and Iruka had his eyes closed.
Without a second though Kakashi ripped his mask down and kissed Iruka, mouth hard and demanding over soft and warm lips. His hands were busy tearing the clothes off Iruka's body, trying to touch and grab every single inch of skin within his reach. He pulled away when the need to breathe became urgent, and turned Iruka's body roughly so he was now facing the door. Iruka didn't say anything, and there was something wrong with that though Kakashi was unable to put his finger on it.
He pressed his body against Iruka's back, rubbing himself and biting the exposed neck and shoulder. Iruka pressed against him, soft whimpers escaping his throat while Kakashi bit and pushed, needing something else, wanting more. He took off one of his gloves and reluctantly pulled his mouth away from the already purpling skin of Iruka's shoulder, licking his palm and coating his aching cock with spit.
He needed to be closer to Iruka, he needed in Iruka.
Kakashi positioned himself and pressed in, Iruka's body tensing and trying to reject him. He didn't want that. He couldn't have that. He put his hands on Iruka's hips, holding him against the door, and pushed inside in one brutal thrust. Iruka cursed and trashed, and Kakashi could feel him taking a deep breath and forcing his frozen muscles to relax.
Part of his brain was shouting at him, asking what the fuck he thought he was doing, but Kakashi was way past caring. He needed, and needed--and he was going to have it.
He took it. Moving one of his hands from Iruka's hip to his hair, Kakashi forced his head back and took his lips in a deep kiss, matching the pace of his thrusts. It took less than he believed to reach his climax, the haze of need and desire lifting when the last shudder coursed his body. He was still kissing Iruka, but it was gentler now, and he opened his eye to look at him.
He cursed inwardly at what he saw. There were tiny drops of moisture clinging to Iruka's lashes, his eyes still closed and his face pinched in a pained expression. Slowly, Kakashi withdrew and looked down, almost expecting to see blood on his now soft cock. He was relieved to see none.
"Can I open my eyes now?" Iruka said, and Kakashi had a second to marvel that even in that situation Iruka had the presence of mind to respect him.
He pulled his mask back on and took another step back, giving Iruka the space needed to turn around.
"Yes."
Iruka opened his eyes and glared at him, crossing his arms over his bare chest. Kakashi took stock of the situation, the ripped clothes and the marks on Iruka's body.
Fuck. When was the last time he had lost control like that? And with someone who wasn't his friend, not quite, just a partner for the week.
"Feeling better now?" Iruka asked snidely and Kakashi blushed.
"I'm sorry, Iruka--" he began, wondering what did one say to the person he had just assaulted.
"Answer me. Are you feeling better now?" Iruka insisted, a gleam in his eyes that told he was completely serious and he demanded a sincere answer.
Kakashi took a deep breath. "Yes."
"Good. How's Genma?"
That surprised him.
He realized then, Iruka was a chuunin and must have gone thought the training. Kakashi had been too young at the time for anyone to consider him in need of it, and when he was of age to be a target for those practices, he was too skilled and strong for anyone to bother. Again, he was shocked realizing Iruka had let him do it.
"He'll recover, though he's not going to be a happy bunny for some time. The poison was a nasty one."
The tension seemed to leave Iruka's body at that and Kakashi blinked surprised. Was Genma the one Iruka was worried about, not what had just happened?
"Iruka--" he began, wanting to apologize again but Iruka's expression killed the words before they were fully formed.
"You know this is not something you do with a temporary partner, do you?" Iruka asked uncrossing his arms and looking down at his body. "It's going to be hell hiding these marks, and I'm going to be sore for a week."
Kakashi didn't know what to say. He had expected--he didn't know what he had expected, but it certainly wasn't that. Iruka was calm and accepting, as if being treated like that was nothing new to him. It was disturbing, to say the very least.
"Iruka," he tried again.
"Look, Kakashi, I know what you're thinking," Iruka interrupted him again. "I could have stopped you if I wanted to, I didn't. It hurt like hell and you're going to pay for it in a while when I fuck you through the mattress, but it was consensual. I've had jounin lovers before, I know how to deal with deranged killers wanting to screw me. I'm not a weak civilian who just has to take it."
Kakashi blinked again, not entirely believing what he was hearing.
"You mean--"
"I mean, in case you're wondering, I didn't mind. I like it rough from time to time, so you didn't hurt me. Much. What I also mean is that you're going to be taking it from me for the next two days until the week is up because you didn't even bother with lubricant, and it fucking hurts."
He opened his mouth to speak, saw that no words were coming out, and closed it again, lips curling in a smile while the last of the tension left his body.
Iruka was definitely one of a kind.
"Now," Iruka said fixing him with a stare that was nothing short of predatory, "get your stupid deranged jounin arse in the shower and clean yourself, I refuse to have Genma's and God knows who else's blood all over my sheets. I'll take a shower after you, so you better take that time to prepare yourself for me. It's the only preparation you're going to get, which is more than I had. Am I making myself clear?"
Kakashi nodded, resisting the urge to laugh at the unreality of the situation, and stood up to follow his orders.
Genma, his failure of a mission and everything else fled his mind the moment Iruka's words finally registered in his mind.
The night had suddenly taken a turn for the better.
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Day 7