A/N: Kind of an abrupt finish, I know... still it leaves room for more, I hope!
Chapter Eight.
When Iruka and Kakashi resurfaced for air, they were in Iruka's apartment again.
"This alright for you?" Kakashi asked.
"Getting there…"
"I meant location but ok…"
The chuunin wrapped his hands in Kakashi's shirt, pinning him closer.
"I think you know where this is going… right?" Iruka asked, playfully.
"Mmm hmm!"
Iruka nigh on dragged his silver-haired lover across the room and onto the bed in a single, surprisingly rough attack. Pinning him between his knees, he removed Kakashi's mask with an eagerness that nearly left holes. The two nins explored each other's mouths, passing hungry kisses between them as tanned hands found their way under a shirt and pale hands loosened a wash of dark strands in a curtain above. Passion and flesh grew as one, rubbing hard against each other, lighting the tension in a frenzy of sparks until breathlessness burned afresh with resolve. Kakashi made the first grab, sliding his hands down the sides of the toned torso above, he reached under Iruka's top and swiftly removed it. His hands immediately located the waistband of Iruka's trousers, releasing it for only a moment to ease the disappearance of his shirt from behind him. Two eager pairs of hands on two highly skilled nins: those trousers didn't stand a chance; nakedness was imminent and the thrill of making the other man wait lasted only as long as willpower would allow. Iruka, still leaning over Kakashi, pulled in close, starting to rub against the other man, the thrill vibrating right through them. Burying his face in the moonlit neck beneath, his hot breath and cool teeth played a shiver of notes down Kakashi's spine, every bone in the jounin's body thrumming Iruka's name.
"Ksaa… ha… rrrnnng… aaaarrrrr!" Kakashi's self-control expired in a cry that issued forth from every fibre of his being.
Iruka was caught off-guard and turned onto his back by a howling, ravenous jounin. He gave himself up to the sensations that washed rapidly over him: the cool skin on his, the hot tongue that played wherever it touched, the soft, deep moans he could hardly tell apart from his own, the scent of wild, silver hair, the hungry look on his lover's face. Iruka smoothed his hands down Kakashi's back, resting his hands over the firm buttocks that rewarded his adventure. Kakashi took advantage of the open smile on the chuunin's lips and, leaning in close, stroked his lips with his fingers. Aha! So you are a nipper… Kakashi's middle and index fingers found themselves locked in a very wet battle with Iruka's tongue. The copy-nin withdrew his fingers slowly, a glint in his eye, and moved his hand around behind his back, before leaning in for a kiss. He swept his hand across his back and further into the bed, only to be caught by Iruka, now only steadying a single cheek.
"If you wanted to play, you should have said so," Iruka grinned. "But my turn isn't over yet."
Iruka didn't wait for a second chance, rolling himself back into dominance. With a single move he wet his fingers and let them disappear out of sight, leaning in to press his forehead to Kakashi's.
"Do you play this rough with all the boys?" Kakashi raised an eyebrow.
"Only when they don't do their homework," Iruka's eyes flashed as he pressed his wet fingers to Kakashi's entry.
"Really, shouldn't someone haa haa… tell… nnnngh… the paAAAaarentTS?"
Iruka's fingers slid and played their way inside, the hyper-sensitivity easing off into a gentle friction that left the jounin purring as Iruka's delicate touch explored his lover's secrets.
"Hnn. But that would spoil my fun. And you wouldn't want that. Would you, Kakashi?"
"… "
"Good. Besides, people feel safer believing you're the pervert around here."
Iruka grinned some more and licked his teeth as he surprised Kakashi by slipping himself inside. Iruka steadied himself with both hands on Kakashi – one on his shoulder and one on his weeping erection. The chuunin thumbed beads around his partner's head, gently scuffing the underside of the rim; the short gasps that followed were lost in the rough shocks of ecstasy as Iruka thrust himself deep into his lover. They panted in unison, sweat mingling in a river of guttural euphoria. They continued in a steady rhythm, each pounding stroke delivering immediate stimulation and anticipation as they spiralled further into each other. The room was a heady mess of sensation as neither could hold on a moment longer. Each man was awash with release, his name a shuddered cry in his ear on the harsh gasps of his lover as they climaxed within seconds of each other. They collapsed into each other's arms, unable to hold up against the satisfied exhaustion or the inevitable grins.
"Maa, well that's one punishment I hope Iruka-sensei is keeping especially for me," Kakashi laughed.
"Well, you are the most deserving of it, after all. Sometimes even a jounin needs to learn his place," Iruka beamed through his reddened face. "Come on."
They left the bedroom long enough to clean up and grab some water for the rest of the night ahead, eyes and hands touching at every opportunity. Before long, they were entwined in each other's bodies and thoughts, soaking in the first moment of absolute pleasure and certainty that had come their way. Iruka dissolved into the cool of Kakashi's skin, Kakashi into the scent of Iruka's hair.
The day crept softly over the sleeping lovers, warming them into consciousness. They had not moved much during the night, still wrapped entirely in each other, but now it was mostly a case of Kakashi doing the wrapping. Iruka's gut leapt, still full of butterflies, at the powerful arm around his waist and the gentle tickle its hand traced on his chest. He stretched back into Kakashi, absorbing the full results such a moment of offering could afford him: subtle groping was irresistible and Iruka knew it. He reached a hand behind his head, stroking the jounins face and tangling with his hair. Kakashi pressed closer against the tanned body next to him, drinking him in with his hands, lightly impressing his body's intentions into Iruka's back, with a slight moan.
"Mmm… Good morning," Kakashi breathed in Iruka's warm scent, "I love you," he whispered.
"Are you still here?" the waking chuunin chuckled, turning to face his lover; holding his gaze, he returned the whisper, "I love you too."
The kisses that fell like rain echoed the joy that wept in their hearts and a single thought: I'm not letting you go now.
"Maa, I can't go yet, anyway. I haven't had a turn, you know. And we haven't even had a decent shower scene…"
The End