Summer breeze was more intoxicating than refreshing the hidden village of Leaf that one night. The sun had been far gone yet the heat was unbearable. Iruka mused at the glints hanging above his head, the clear horizon and the darkness of Konoha’s street were allowing a beautiful show before his eyes. It was another of those nights. Iruka liked to stay at the office until late night to occupy himself otherwise than walk in circles for the undefined return of his beloved one. The academy being on summer break, he actually had the chance to catch up on all the things he had been putting aside due to lack of time. This walks back to his place in the night allowed him to closure his day accordingly to his mood for a good night of sleep.
The village had been rather peaceful in spite of the kids invading the streets with their playful yelling from early morning. Of course there were always ongoing projects and mission being distributed by Tsunade-sama. Shinobis were busy as always though nothing menacing was threatening this warm summer. After all the agitation of spring time, it was nice to actually be able to enjoy time passing for once. Long evenings were actually nice to share calmly with his beloved, just enjoying the simplest things of life that a shinobi sometimes had no luck to know.
Kakashi had been gone for few days, which wasn’t unusual at all. A smile lighted Iruka’s face when he realised how much he missed him after just a few days now they were used to have so much time together. Maybe he had gone far away. Trying too hard to repress the feeling of insecurity this thought brought to his mind, he remembered the promise he made once: never try to find what mission Kakashi was onto nor its level or location. Never… until he came back safely to him.
He pushed the apartment door open with a slight hope the light would be turned on but everything was dark. His coffee cup was still on the low table just where he left it before leaving in the morning. Nothing had changed. He inwardly sighed at his silly hope that Kakashi was already back. This room seemed gloomy and empty. He walked in nonchalantly, closing the door shut behind him just by pushing it. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be alone. He did not even bother to turn the light on and took the empty cup to the sink without even washing it. Dropping his vest on the couch, he decided that it was too late for anything anyway and the best for him was to go to bed. All he wanted was to snuggle up against his pillows because they still had the smell of Kakashi. Even for a little bit, he would feel close to him again.
Pulling his shirt off as he walked into the bedroom, he noticed something did change from this morning there a little too late. He chokes in surprise onto the affection-assault he was targeted for. Lost in his musing, he got caught off guards by the tenderness of arms wrapping around him and pushing him face down on the bed. Even though he could not see his opponent, he recognized instantly the smell of the naked skin brushing over his arms and gave in to the tight grip he was subjected to. The smell of this skin couldn’t lie. It was sweet and mouth-watering. It was his. A blissful whisper approached his smiling face.
“What if I’d been here to kill you, you would be dead by now… Iruka-sensei.”
“If I didn’t know you ever so well, you’d be dead by now... Kakashi-sensei”
“Don’t call me that!!”
“Don’t call me that either. Rather than you, it’s the distance you put between you and me that kills me.”
“What if it wouldn’t have been me?”
“As if it could have been anyone else…”
Words were unbearably taking too long and Kakashi could no longer hold it in. Their lips joined together for the first time in days. It was alright to have a weakness but letting it overwhelm him so violently was a desperate fight he consciously failed, as always. His every little attempt to push it away was only making it rushing back faster to him. One person, mind you no less than a chunin, was enough to make him sink in disarray. Helplessness wasn’t a feeling he was familiar with. Wanting to belong entirely to Iruka and yet own him whole at the same time, own him deep enough to prove himself he had even a little control over this overwhelming love. Iruka surely loved him as much by accepting to unfold before his ardent longing. It was no longer about love in fact, it was about needs, about crave, about controlling the uncontrollable.
Iruka knew that all too well. The storming glint of these eyes, he knew it too. Kakashi had this knack of thinking too much but he often underestimated how his actions were relevant to someone who shared his life, especially after so long. There was no need to retaliate to this nudging embrace binding them together. He missed his lover too, he just had another way of expressing it: with devotion. Tonight was one of those nights were he knew he would have to take over the animal ways of Kakashi, and take away the sinful thoughts of his to ease his mind.
The shy blush across Iruka’s nose seemed to hanker for every possible desire within the depth of the junin’s mind. Their last deep kiss left a slight glow onto the gentle lips of the chunin, rushing Kakashi towards them once more into another passionate kiss. Their tongues entwined once more, breath shortened while hands uncovered skin hastily. Hands and knees over his beloved back reminded him how he was once again incapable of facing the truth of his feelings.
“-Iruka… he said, releasing his lover’s hair.
“Hai ?”
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“Be mine tonight. ”
Kakashi’s lack of patience was so unlike him it was relevant. The heat of rushing adrenaline sealed their skins and shivers to another into sweat and lust.
In order to explore every conquered inch of skin, Kakashi parted the tight embrace he had around his lover’s chest with a kiss. He tensed his arms in order to lift himself up enough to stand on a single one and have the other one entirely disposable. He slowly unlaced his hand from Iruka’s. Fingers drew circles onto Iruka’s neck to finally meet his bare heaving chest. The warmth of his breath brushing against his back sent chills down his spine as he realized the violence was only another mask of frustration and dismay.
Kakashi licked the slender tip of his fingers and returned them Iruka’s hardening nipples, embracing them in wetness. The urge became more oppressing when they trailed off to his lower stomach and finally his penis. It felt so warm and soft for few seconds Kakashi wished he could have wrapped his lips around it but his body called for another crave.
Even if Kakashi was just a few inches above his lover, their bodies yearned for more skin-on-skin contact and more touches. Iruka could feel the sweat drops falling from Kakashi’s forehead onto his back, running down his spine and meeting again with their naked skin. The hips pressing onto the curves of his ass enhanced even more how aroused his lover was, just like he expected him to be. Out of breath being played with so much, he barely articulated the only words that may save him from Kakashi’s mind games.
“Ka… Kakashi… make love to me... ple…”
The last of his word was pushed out into a growl as Kakashi clutched his shoulder to slowly enter him. His smirk gave away his intention to flood Iruka with a painful pleasure he only could control, enjoying looking at his partner in crime whimpering into desire. Kakashi’s hips pushed deeper and off limits into Iruka, so deep he ventured further into the pillows as to escape the grip on his shoulder without really trying. Not only the junin was stronger but he also needed to be this rough to prove himself worthy of forgiveness for his weakness. As the immediate response to his breakout, the arm tightened around his chest allowing a hand to slide on the back of Iruka’s neck in order to hold him still and immersed into a pillow. Every muscle of his body tensed expectedly, teeth tight shut and eyes almost watering. This magnificent blush across his face was a symbol of his love devotion and submission; he was enjoying it just as much. Kakashi sprinkled butterflykisses over the neck and the shoulders of the chunin in order to give him a short relief until he was ready for more.
The pain swept away as Kakashi’s love display arrowed the pampered heart of his beloved. Iruka’s back arched into a smutted gasp forcing Kakashi’s body to melt over his back. Following the slow movement of his lover, his hand shifted from Ruka’s neck up to his lips as if to catch the escaping moans. He buried his scar into the nest of brown hair that smelled so much like him. Their binding wasn’t enough. Kakashi needed to fully possess his lover inside out. His fingers slide into the demanding lips of the chunin, spreading the taste of his own sperm down to his throat.
Offering his fingers as a distraction, he pulled back and forth very slowly into Iruka. The heat was crushing them and they both felt out of air to breathe yet this was just the beginning. He penetrated him again, and again, a little faster every time. The thrum of Iruka’s heart tapping against his upper arm was no longer keeping up to their cadence. The sweet symphony of their moans chanted the last remaining guilt casting away Kakashi’s heart. Never had he loved somebody so much, never will he be able to let go of everything and let himself be swallowed whole by the body heat escaping the tanned skin underneath him. Iruka was beautiful in so many ways, the summer seemed a detail to how suffocating their love making was.
Their motion ceased when they were both on the edge of climax. Fingers slid out of Iruka’s mouth tenderly to return to his male organ while his gasp of pleasure was swallowed by his lover’s mouth in a passionate kiss. There he was, his love, naked and whole, finally. Iruka could tell by the sudden change of attitude of Kakashi that he was no longer in the same state of mind. He was no longer holding back, nor was he trying to prove anything to anyone anymore. Maybe as some sort of reward, he pushed his tongue further into the mouth of his lover, exploring his mouth deeper than he ever did. The wetness and warmth of the previously sucked fingers came sliding down on him and rushed tears to his eyes.
From how Iruka breathed, and how tight his finger cramped over his, Kakashi knew exactly how far to go. It had always been a case of together or never. Thus together they would come. Without ceasing stroking his lover’s blood-plumped organ, he thrust himself again into bliss, revealing though sweat the glimmering motion of their every tensed muscle under the stars’ shine. Awaiting for the crash into their shared downfall, both entwined to each other deeper than their heart allowed them to, tears started to roll down the flushed ruby red cheeks of Iruka as a sign of surrender. Together or never. Nothing else existed in this world but them alone at this very moment. The overwhelming fire pushed though the last seconds of their suffocating madness, striking though them both like lightening. Their hands pulled and squeezed together so much it almost felt like their skin was going to break, melting them into each others in few seconds of total fusion. A low scream tore the night’s silence away as Iruka released all his built up sexual tension in the expert fingers of Kakashi. Together. Spreading his own semen into the depth of Iruka, the junin rested his head on the distorted neck of his lover with a muted growl.
The walls stopped trembling when their hands finally broke off from one another. Kakashi peered towards Iruka. Greeted by his wandering lips, they shared an everlasting sweet kiss. If the world could have ended there, one of them would have minded that much. Gathering himself up, Kakashi gently pull out of Iruka, setting him free to move again. The chunin did not wait anymore seconds until he flipped onto his back underneath the exhausted junin.
Iruka cupped his hands around the soaking face of his beloved. The most beautiful compassionate smile drew itself naturally when he gazed into the mismatched eyes looking back at him. Kakashi was never so beautiful than when he was defenceless in his arms. He accompanied the head of his beloved to his pounding chest, wrapping his arms around him lovingly, leading his whole body to collapse docilely on top of him. He ran his fingers into the silver hair, combing it backward to allow himself to look at the peaceful face of the junin slowly succumbing to his lack of energy. He knew that these eyes would soon be closing onto him. “I love you” ma have been the right words to say, but wasn’t something he wished to say too often in order to never forget what it meant. Yet words came to Iruka’s lips.
“- You know, the day you will stop missing me, I will know.
- As if… I ever could.”