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#Forbidden Jutsu#

Part ONE.

=..=

Kakashi was holding his hand, with care and tenderness Iruka never experienced before, but always desired. Mismatched eyes were smiling instead of wearing their usual bored expression. That was just perfect! Could it be better?

As that thought went through Iruka's head, Kakashi squeezed the tanned hand in his strong palm. By the way the mask stretched, Iruka considered that the silver-haired man's mouth was smiling too.

"Thank you for this wonderful evening. I appreciate every second of your company," Kakashi whispered, leaning closer.

"You are welcome…" Iruka muttered and felt his cheeks burn when he received a short chaste kiss on his temple. It was more than perfect!

"Would you like to grant me a second date? I wish it with all my heart," the barely audible words came right into Iruka's ear. They were almost touching, and Iruka felt a pleasant shiver run down his spine. Immaculate. Just immaculate.

"Yes…" he exhaled, his lips moving on their own will.

Kakashi stepped back and looked Iruka in the eyes, smiling happily. And then, it started. Iruka watched the expression of happiness on the silver-haired man's face being substituted by an expression of the highest confusion then, by a frown and, finally, the mismatched eyes narrowed.

Iruka realized that the moment he promised the second date, the jutsu he used on the jounin stopped its work. He squinted at his door, which was only two steps behind his back, and darted to reach it before it was too late. But the strong palm tightened its grip around his hand.

"I know what you've done," said Kakashi, his voice surprisingly calm.

Iruka turned his head back to him.

"Oh, you do…" he murmured. Panic started to crawl into his mind. He'd better think twice before using a forbidden jutsu on that dangerous man. Only, he was so angry he couldn't be sufficient. After the teasing and unacceptable behavior the jounin used for quite a while to drive him mad, today Iruka's patience became exhausted by all this mummery. So, without a second thought, he performed the hand-seals of the forbidden jutsu, he learned by chance a long time ago, and basically didn't have to know at all. The single thing he knew about the jutsu was that it should make the other person behave the way you'll enjoy, and Iruka simply desired to make the silver-haired bastard behave properly!

When the jutsu hit its target, Iruka didn't quite get why Kakashi showed curiosity about the time of his shift's end and then suddenly disappeared; he didn't quite get why the man forced him on a date right after he was done with his work; he didn't quite get how it turned out he liked the walk, and the restaurant, and the talk, and everything in between. Iruka knew only one thing – this evening was ideal, the best thing that had happened in his whole life. But now, when it was over, he had to pay for it.

"You enjoyed yourself, I presume?" Kakashi asked and squeezed Iruka's hand tighter to stop his intentions of escape.

"I'm sorry, Kakashi, I was so mad at you today. I promise I won't do this again!" Iruka made another effort to break away.

"Of course you won't," Kakashi nodded and pulled him a little bit closer, "Because you are going to find out what it feels like."

Iruka's eyes widened and he shook his head furiously. He just realized the copy-nin could remember and repeat the movements of his hands.

"Kakashi no, it's a forbidden jutsu, you can't use it!"

"Why can't I?" wondered Kakashi. He dropped Iruka's hand and started to perform the hand-seals, "It won't be fair otherwise!"

Iruka jumped back and ran to his door, but Kakashi was faster. The very short moment before the door closed Iruka felt the jutsu hit him. Panting hard, he reached the window and watched Kakashi wave him goodbye and leave.

"Damn jounin!" Iruka muttered, burying his face in his palms. Still, he had no time for self-pity. He felt a strong urge to take a shower. And after that he had to find the appropriate clothes. And then, a half of an hour before the midnight, he had to reach Kakashi's apartment. He had to, he couldn't set this aside; he must necessarily do it, "But moreover damn me!"

=..=

Walking in the direction of his home, Kakashi felt frustrated. On one hand he was angry he let the mere chuunin use a forbidden and unknown jutsu on him and didn't prevent the action. On the other hand, he was very much pleased with the furious expression on Iruka's face this day, and he even abandoned all his forethoughts, so it was his own fault. He had time to remember the hand-movements for the jutsu, but he still couldn't understand what it did.

Well, it was clear it made him take the chuunin for a date, but Iruka's half-shocked half-pleased face when they entered the restaurant told him it wasn't the man's exact intention. In spite of everything, the evening was pretty good, and Kakashi enjoyed it as much as the chuunin did; and still, dating Iruka wasn't the thing he'd volunteer for in his free time. Besides, he was urged to say the words he'd never say if not under the jutsu. For example, he remembered himself praising the timbre of Iruka's voice, the voice that most of the time was used to shout and lecture his humble self; that was very much surprising. Kakashi noticed that Iruka liked the praise and didn't pay attention that it sounded strange. It seemed that this evening, he did just the things Iruka would desire. The exact actions and phrases simply came to Kakashi's mind and he acted accordingly and without any struggle.

The jutsu must be very strong. Kakashi wondered if it meant that after he used the same hand-seals on the chuunin, Iruka would have to do the things he desired most.

Kakashi froze in front of his door when the thought caused a cold shiver to run down his spine. He had a feeling Iruka won't like implementing his desires. But, while even an assumption of it was incredibly absurd, he only shook his head and entered his apartment.

One hour and a half later, Kakashi was sitting on his couch with his favourite book, when his reading was interrupted by a knock on the door. He wasn't expecting guests, but stood up and went to open anyway. When he saw the person on his porch, he was stunned.

There stood a smiling Iruka in shorts, a tight shirt, and apron only. The first thing he did was coming closer to Kakashi and entwining his hands around his neck.

"Would you be so kind as to let me in? I'm cold and lost and wonder if I can steal some heat off your body," murmured Iruka, in a highly pleasant voice. The man didn't look like he was cold, he wasn't even shivering! The one who started to shiver was Kakashi. And in case the chuunin had the nerve to continue speaking in that manner, Kakashi would have to change his opinion and accept the timbre of Iruka's voice was nice indeed...

Not believing his ears, Kakashi made several steps back together with chuunin hanging on his neck and pushed the poor door just hard enough to let it shut with a loud 'thud!'

Iruka pressed his body to Kakashi's and rubbed his cheek against the jounin's masked one.

"You are my saviour!" he whispered into the silver-haired man's ear.

Kakashi decided he was dreaming and placed his hands on Iruka's butt. When Iruka hummed instead of freaking out, Kakashi's theory of dream became stronger and to prove it he slightly squeezed the chuunin's buttocks. There were no cries, no shouts, no beating or biting; Iruka started to purr!

"Incredible!" Kakashi said aloud just to hear the sound of his own voice.

"And since I'm already here, I'm going to read you a book!" Iruka declared and nudged him in the direction of the couch. There, he made Kakashi sit down, crawled into his lap and opened the Icha-Icha Kakashi abandoned earlier.

Iruka started to read with expression, and a good reader he was indeed! But simultaneously he began to slightly sway from side to side, so that Kakashi had to put both hands on his fidgeting hips.

"That's right," Iruka nodded, still staring into the book with perfect attention, "Will you catch me if I fall?"

Kakashi gulped and muttered something incoherently affirmative. Soon enough the feared occasion occurred and he had to catch Iruka's body to prevent him from hitting the floor. After that Icha-Icha was forgotten. Two men were in each other's arms and Iruka pressed into Kakashi so willingly… Kakashi could feel his chest heave with every breath.

"Why are you wearing such strange clothes?" Kakashi asked, while his hands lazily traced the chuunin's body as if at their own will. The situation was flawless.

"Well," Iruka drawled, "I had no time to go shopping and these were the only items at my place, which would be more or less suitable for your peculiar taste."

That hit Kakashi in the guts. He realized that Iruka was under the jutsu and couldn't help but do this for him.

"That's great, I like it very much of course," he said accurately, "Still, now you have to go home; we've already read the book and that was enough."

Iruka frowned, then laughed and shook his head. The chuunin's lower part was now iteratively rubbing against the jounin's thighs and Kakashi had to force himself from moaning.

"Oh. No, that's impossible! There are a lot of things I have to do to you before you are completely satisfied," murmured Iruka.

Kakashi bit his lower lip. He chose the wrong way to fool the jutsu then, but there should be another way and he had to find it out! There was a tremendous chance Iruka would hate him afterwards, because Kakashi knew very well what things he needs to be completely satisfied. No such thing as a pure first date for sure!

"Iruka," Kakashi started to stroke the chuunin's loose hair. He had to admit he liked the man with his hair down and in apron too…

With a growl, Kakashi closed his eyes and made a huge effort to abstract his mind of this delicious situation, "I'd like to continue with our reading next time. So far we have read a huge part of the book; next time we can read it to the end and go further until I'm completely satisfied. Are you okay with this plan?"

The expression of Iruka's eyes became more focused.

"I'm okay with this plan," he whispered, his voice slightly trembling. The jutsu stopped to influence him, "What do you think, can I leave now?"

"Yes, please," said Kakashi.

After the chuunin teleported from his lap, Kakashi stood up and went to the shower to get rid of the tension caused by a certain alluring body. He had to remember not to tease Iruka in the future; it could turn out nasty.

=..=

The morning was wonderful, but as afternoon approached, Kakashi started to worry. Now it was almost evening, and he was very much terrified by his sensations. The main cause and the only reason of those had to be in the mission room. That's why Kakashi put all important things he wanted to do aside and headed straight there. He nodded to every person who greeted him, but didn't stop to chat with any of them. He went directly to Iruka's desk and stopped in front of it, ignoring the long line of angry shinobi.

Iruka raised his head and saw Kakashi. His cheeks turned red immediately.

"Ah, Kakashi! Hello!" he said, gazing at the silver-haired man shyly, "I wanted to apologize for my behavior yesterday and thank you for being so understanding and…"

Kakashi waved his hand impatiently.

"I don't care what you wanted," he spit in an irritated voice, "Hereafter you'd better think properly every single time before you start to use your chakra!"

"Oh, do I indeed?" In spite of his shyness, Iruka started to get furious. It wasn't surprising, it was exactly the reaction he always got when talking to the silver-haired jounin. The only exception was yesterday evening and night, but these were so embarrassing and confusing he preferred to forget about them.

Kakashi stared at him as if he was a stupid chick.

"May be you don't feel it yet, but I feel..."

"What do you feel?" Iruka frowned and jumped from his chair.

Kakashi grabbed his collar and drew him closer to his face so that it was impossible to overhear their talk.

"I feel an urge to know when I can take you for the second date you promised me yesterday evening!" he muttered right to Iruka's opened in anxiety lips, "And I presume you'll feel the same urge several hours later, because I had to promise I'll give you an opportunity to end what I prevented you from doing yesterday night!" He pushed the chuunin away from him and Iruka fell into the chair in a deep shock, "When is your shift over?"

"I'll be free in two hours," Iruka whispered, staring at the surface of the table absent-mindedly. No chance to simply forget the vexing situation then. What a pity! And it was entirely Iruka's fault.

Kakashi slammed the table with his fist, making the chuunin look at him again.

"And you'd better highly desire to pay a visit to our Hokage by the time I come for you in two hours," he hissed spitefully and left, ignoring the questioning stares and whispers directed at his back.

When he was near the door, Iruka overtook him, caught his hand and dragged him from the mission room to the street.

"Kakashi, listen," he started, blushing and avoiding to look the silver-haired man in the eyes, "I don't want Hokage to know about this."

The jounin gulped. It wasn't the time for a date yet, but he felt he couldn't deny Iruka a thing. Very bad for him, because he was going to be stuck in this jutsu and he didn't know how to manage it.

"Why?" he asked accurately, trying not to show his weakness. He wanted to take Iruka in his arms and stroke his hair soothingly, to comfort him and protect him from anything that worried him… Or maybe it was a jutsu forcing him to want it? What if he wanted it only because Iruka needed someone to protect and comfort him? It was more than confusing!

The chuunin gave out a heavy sigh and began to talk, attracting his attention again.

"I learned the jutsu by accident. When I was young I had to clean the archive chambers. They were dusty and I had a harsh time there. My tutor was very busy to find time and specify my task, so I ended up cleaning the forbidden rooms too. That was when I learned several nasty tricks and this one happened to be among them. I'm not sure what the Council can decide to do to me when it comes out. They can come to the conclusion I must be imprisoned or even killed," Iruka shuddered, "Kakashi, I don't want to be killed."

Kakashi exhaled, somehow he couldn't stand it when this man was pleading. But he controlled himself and, instead of embracing the chuunin, simply put his hand on Iruka's shoulder.

"Okay, let's try to solve it ourselves first," he smiled at Iruka sheepishly, he just couldn't help it.

"Thank you so much!" Iruka took his hand off his shoulder, slightly squeezing it in expression of thankfulness, and stepped back to the door of the mission room, "I'll see you in two hours then."

After Iruka disappeared through the door frame, Kakashi stood there for several minutes staring into the air. He was in trouble. And it was a lot worse than any of the S-rank missions he had before.