Chapter 3
Kakashi was so numb that he couldn’t even imagine drinking.
He texted Tenzo ‘8pm’ and slept through the rest of the day. He went to the gym at the designated time, finding Tenzo waiting at their usual spot by the weights. He felt very little as they got to working out. Tenzo didn’t force him to talk, speaking only occasionally about their routine. Kakashi pushed them both far too hard, but Tenzo was a perfect companion, as always. He knew he was exploiting the man a bit; Tenzo had always been that way, always willing to do anything for Kakashi’s approval.
But he had to get through the day. His friend would help him survive. He always did.
Without being asked, Tenzo followed Kakashi back to his apartment and took the first shower. When he exited the bathroom, Tenzo gave Kakashi one long curious look and finally asked in a low tone, “Are you going to tell me what happened, or should I just go home?”
Still dripping sweat, Kakashi tiredly pulled off his headband, wiping at his scarred eye, before he ran a hand through his wild silver hair. He slanted an irritated look at the balcony door and said evenly, “The kids stole my mask.”
Tenzo nearly dropped his towel. “Kakashi-senpai,” he breathed before he caught himself. “Are you okay? What did you do?”
Kakashi could tell Tenzo was a little worried that he might have exploded, maybe even harmed someone, maybe even himself. He shrugged with more indifference than he felt, wiping sweat from his forehead.
“I went to my car,” he answered simply.
Tenzo walked towards him, then stopped and waited, obviously realizing the story wasn’t done yet. Kakashi leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees, and he stared down at the carpet by his beat-up sneakers. The words were burnt ash in his mouth, but he said them anyway in a flat dead voice: “That Umino guy gave it back to me.”
“Yeah?” Tenzo echoed, his tone changed. Kakashi glanced up to observe his expression, but Tenzo had moved to sit his usual chair across from him. He was still nude and wet from the shower, the dark blue towel covering his hips to his thighs. Tenzo seemed unconcerned, and Kakashi equally felt little reaction to his friend’s state of undress.
Tenzo’s tone lacked all challenge as he asked thoughtfully, “Did he see you?”
Kakashi could still see Iruka Umino, drenched in sweat, standing outside Kakashi’s car. He was in his usual Rec Center garb: an olive green polyester wick-away shirt and a lightweight pair of black athletic shorts with unfashionable running shoes. His dark hair was messy from running, stray pieces sticking to his forehead. His facial scar was just as obvious and unhidden as before. His brown eyes were cast unmistakably in the opposite direction of Kakashi and his car as he held up Kakashi’s blue mask with one hand.
“No, he didn’t even look,” Kakashi murmured, dropping his eyes from Tenzo.
“That’s… good, right, senpai?” Tenzo asked slowly, noticing Kakashi’s discomfort.
Kakashi wasn’t sure how to answer. He eventually took a shower and made them both food. They didn’t drink; Tenzo didn’t even go for his favorite beer in the fridge. Kakashi watched Tenzo sit in his chair long past the time he normally headed home and finally asked in a dry, empty voice, “Do you want to sleep here?”
“Sure, senpai,” Tenzo replied easily. Kakashi tossed him a blanket from the back of the couch, and Tenzo slunk down on the floor, resting his head on his hands. He slept the same way that he did in the service: a bit too alert and much more rigid than necessary.
After turning off the living room light, Kakashi laid across the couch, staring at the ceiling. With his half-blind eye open, he could make out different flaws in the drywall, but he wasn’t fully able to tell if they were all real – or if his scar was distorting his vision. Both he and Tenzo were totally silent the rest of the night. At some point, each of them fell asleep, though neither could have said which went under first.
**
The next week – even the Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday when Kakashi went to the Rec Center – went better than he could have expected. His classes were unbelievably dull, but he had started making connections between courses, which proved somewhat invigorating, even if he was doing it independent of his professors. He and Tenzo continued to exercise ritualistically, improving their weight sets and getting faster on their runs. He and Gai resumed their early morning meets, protein shakes for Gai and hot black coffee for Kakashi, the same thing they had done their first year of college, back when Kakashi didn’t have to shade his face from view to drink something.
Kakashi felt less humiliated than he would expected when he met his team on Tuesday.
Naruto instantaneously flattened himself on the ground, overtly groveling, while Sasuke looked surprisingly depressed and Sakura appeared to have been made sleepless by guilt since Saturday.
Kakashi had shrugged it all off, gesturing for them to go back and try again at the ropes course. They had looked at him in complete confusion before Kakashi had tugged out his romance novel, waving it vaguely at his three students. “You’ll never make it across at this rate,” he warned, his voice both deliberately light and dismissive.
He was right: they didn’t make it across Tuesday. But, late on Thursday, the team did.
It was strangely fulfilling to see three twelve-year-olds so happy at their accomplishment. Kakashi realized he was looking around to see if Iruka had noticed when Naruto abruptly pulled on the sleeve of his leather jacket. He directed his single-eyed gaze down at the boy, a bit surprised that Naruto was brave enough to come close to him again.
“Sorry we stole your mask,” Naruto announced, emotion thick in his voice.
Kakashi glanced up and saw Sakura nodding, a weepy expression on her girlish face. Behind her, Sasuke uncrossed his arms and stared hard at Kakashi before he nodded, too.
“Yeah, that was a shit move,” Kakashi agreed, shrugging, unsure how to respond otherwise.
His profanity caused Naruto to laugh out loud. The blonde boy grinned, looking beyond Kakashi, and proclaimed loudly, “You better watch out! Iruka-sensei hates when people curse!”
Kakashi followed Naruto’s pointed look and saw that Iruka had stopped at the top of the soccer fields, up the hill, by the parents’ benches. The man was already deep in conversation with Gai, who had clearly caught Iruka before he could leave the Rec Center.
Kakashi had realized days ago that Iruka hadn’t told anyone about the mask-stealing incident. Iruka hadn’t even told Gai. Kakashi had figured that out when Gai had bounded into Kakashi’s apartment Sunday morning and woken up him and Tenzo, demanding they get brunch together at his favorite restaurant.
Not only had the mask-stealing-and-returning not been brought up, Gai had instead happily told Kakashi that he’d gotten to drink with Iruka on Saturday night – and, boy, could Iruka-sensei drink! He drank so much that he passed out and his friends carried him home! It was quite impressive and terrifying, and Gai was just so proud!
Leave it to Gai to unknowingly share intel.
Kakashi waved a sudden goodbye to his students, unceremoniously leaving them behind, as he headed straight to Iruka and Gai. He wasn’t certain what he would say to Iruka, especially not when the man was around Gai, but he had a few questions that he’d liked to have answered.
As if Iruka could sense him coming, using the same supernatural ability he apparently shared with Gai, Iruka removed himself from Gai’s passionate companionship and disappeared into the crowd of reuniting parents and children. Kakashi slowed down, making a face behind his mask at Iruka’s absence. But he wouldn’t be denied: he wanted to know what the man was thinking, giving him back his mask after they’d been absolutely ruthless to each other all week.
**
It was Friday morning when Kakashi accidentally saw Iruka again, and this time it was on Konoha College campus. Gai had mentioned to Kakashi at one point or another that Iruka was a graduate student in Education finishing up his Master’s. Iruka looked different than how he did at the Recreation Center: he was dressed in grey fleece sweater and black-colored jeans with classic brown leather shoes. A new tension filled Iruka’s figure as he walked in the academic world. Perhaps it was the books that Iruka was carrying hard against his chest, or how he didn’t seem to be acknowledging anyone else as he walked across the campus at a quick pace.
But Kakashi had set his single-eyed sight on the teacher, and it wasn’t that difficult to catch up with him. He grabbed Iruka by the arm before the other man even noticed and pulled him, rough and rapid, into a dead-end cement alcove by Hiruzen Hall. Iruka must have realized that it was Kakashi directing him because, after a moment of initial protest, he followed at an equal speed.
Letting Iruka loose, Kakashi leered down at him and asked immediately, unable to control the irritation threading his voice, “Why did you do that? Why did you give me my mask back?”
“What – was I going to keep it?” Iruka snapped back instantly. His scarred brown face was rather flushed, though Kakashi couldn’t tell why he was, maybe the rough maneuvering…?
“I mean it,” Kakashi said back, forcing his tone to level out.
With his half-blind eye closed and behind the headband, he could see Iruka quite well. The other man did look different on campus. Less sweat on him. Sharper eyes. Stance tense and wary.
Iruka’s scar was as unconcealed as ever. This close, Kakashi could make a better guess at what had caused the injury. His initial thought of a knife seemed right, but just how a civilian would get a blade cut across his face escaped Kakashi’s imagination.
Iruka tightened his grip on the books against his sweater-clad chest. His brown eyes narrowed as he considered Kakashi. Not much changed between the Rec Center and campus in terms of what Kakashi wore, but he was stiff and on edge, which Iruka was clearly reading.
After a moment, Iruka said crisply, “You’re not the only one with scars, Hatake.”
Then Iruka brushed by Kakashi. Their shoulders nearly crashed together before Iruka twisted at the last second. He slid out of the alcove and headed into Hiruzen Hall without looking back.
… what an interesting thing to say.
**
Kakashi spent Saturday absolutely distracted. He couldn’t read his romance novel; he couldn’t keep track of his team. He worried after a while that the students might actually fuck up on the ropes course and possibly die individually or as a whole group. As a consequence, Kakashi told them to complete a team-building exercise where they were tied together with rope and had to collectively climb the massive oak tree that Naruto seemed so obsessed with.
Meanwhile, Kakashi kept thinking about Iruka’s scars comment.
Obviously the other man had the single prominent scar on his face: it was huge compared to most people’s scars. Even Kakashi’s shrapnel injury was lighter on his skin than Iruka’s horizontal scar. When Kakashi had forced Iruka into the alcove, he had realized the tissue of Iruka’s wound had regrown dark, and the depth of it had left a long sunken recess on Iruka’s face. And yet, bewilderingly, Iruka seemed completely at peace walking the world with such a fearsome scar. The children seemed to love him too, as if the mark didn’t matter at all.
But Iruka’s comment had suggested multiple scars.
Scars that Iruka hid, too.
Could he mean emotional scars?
Was he referencing Kakashi’s scars under his mask? His burns? Kakashi’s psychological scars?
The whole thing was dizzying and confusing. Kakashi was not prepared to confront the urge to harass Iruka again so soon. He sort of hated the man. He actually really hated the man.
He sort of actually really wanted to fuck the man.
After Kakashi shook himself out of his distressing thoughts, he glanced up and realized that Naruto was limp hanging off a branch while Sasuke looked like he was trying to take a nap. Sakura was stuck in the middle, suppressing tears.
This was not a good time to daydream.
He survived the rest of the Saturday morning session, and his students only received a few new injuries. Most of those were surface-level emotional traumas, nothing too terrible, anyway. Kakashi grabbed Gai before the man could literally run back to his apartment and demanded that they go drinking. His friend had been so delighted that he started to break into his own bout of manly tears. Kakashi had instantly abandoned him, intent on getting his schoolwork done before he got wasted that evening. He let Tenzo know via text and was, as always, relieved when his other friend agreed and said he could be the designated driver for their ridiculous group of three if needed.
He drank only slightly at home before Tenzo arrived at 10:00 P.M. sharp and jokingly escorted Kakashi to the car as if they were heading out on a date. Kakashi gave his friend a very dry look when Tenzo complimented his usual headband – “So dashing, senpai~” – but he found himself secretly smiling at the off-handed joke. They parked a bit away from the Hokage Tower and wandered up to the bar, able to locate Gai instantly at their typical Saturday night booth.
They had chosen it when Kakashi had first arrived back into town: it was at the far back of the Hokage Tower, absurdly distant from the bar. Two of the lightbulbs were dead above the table. While Kakashi still drank with a hand covering his face, he felt comfortable enough getting drunk there, and they’d accomplished that a few times since the end of summer.
Gai already had three cold beers waiting for them. He was truly exuberant as Kakashi and Tenzo approached; he pulled Kakashi into a massive embrace, slapping him hard on the back in such a way that Kakashi was slightly afraid he might leave bruises. He realized that Gai was in an especially good mood when Gai launched himself at Tenzo and yanked him into a hug, which Kakashi had only seen him do once before. Tenzo’s dark eyes bugged out of his face at the close contact and clueless manhandling, but Gai only laughed in his ear, exclaiming loudly, “Tonight we will finally solidify our friendship!”
When Tenzo managed to detach himself from Gai, he drank his beer so quickly and in one go that he was already heading towards the bar to get another round for the three of them.
So much for being the designated driver.
Kakashi shrugged to himself as he slid into the booth. They could always get a ride home and come back for their cars tomorrow. That was clearly Gai’s intention, because he was downing his drink in record time, too, and then encouraging Kakashi to do much the same.
They were all about three beers in when Gai delightedly declared that he wanted to get everyone shots – and vaulted over Tenzo and the entire booth itself to achieve his goal. Although he had spent enough time with Gai to know the man was high-spirited, Tenzo appeared especially dazed by being jumped over so easily. Kakashi realized that he was feeling rather buzzed because he found his friend’s expression so funny that he ended up laughing outright. Tenzo looked strangely pleased by Kakashi’s unexpected laughter, even as he continued to be rather embarrassed.
They took Gai’s shots – “Pineapple upside-down cake! SO FRESH!” cried Gai – and both suggested Gai get another round – and they drank those too – before they resumed drinking beer.
The alcohol did all sorts of lovely things to Kakashi… provided he was in a good mood. And he was in a good mood, he understood that now. His classes weren’t a total waste of time. He was doing well in them; he’d definitely finish his degree with honors. He was enjoying his weird rag-tag team of twelve-year-olds and watching them come together as friends and tiny teammates.
After watching Gai literally step over the table so he could come to sit by Kakashi instead hanging over Tenzo, Kakashi found himself laughing again, covering the scarred half of his face with a gloved hand. He was smiling under his mask, a real genuine smile, and his friends could tell, based on their matching relieved and thrilled expressions. Gai reached back over to grab Tenzo’s hand and boldly challenged him to an arm wrestling match. Kakashi was pleasantly shocked when Tenzo agreed to the match with undeniable drunken elation.
It was obvious that Gai was going easy on Tenzo, but then Tenzo’s dark eyes blazed wildly and he threw his whole body into the effort.
Gai gave a single loud laugh before he, too, put more determined energy into the bout.
Kakashi smirked behind his mask, moving to finish off his beer, when he realized someone was heading back towards their shadowed section of the Hokage Tower. He put down his drink; even while inebriated he did not want to take the risk of his burns being seen. He instinctively fixed his headband, which he had moved slightly to watch his friends with both eyes.
Before he could adjust it entirely, though, Kakashi caught sight with both his good eye and his half-blind eye just who was coming their way –
Iruka Umino.
He stiffened, which attracted the attention of Tenzo, who instantly lost at arm wrestling. Gai slammed Tenzo’s hand down hard on the table without noticing the distraction. He started to boast boisterously over the bar’s rock music when he, too, noticed Iruka heading their way.
“Iruka-sensei!” Gai crooned in excitement. He tried to shove Kakashi back against the booth so he could better see the teacher approaching their group, but Kakashi was holding himself too stock still and stiff to be pushed aside so easily. Finding him immovable, Gai drunkenly reconsidered Kakashi, and Kakashi horrifically heard the tell-tale sound of interest fall out of his friend’s mouth as he made his sudden discovery.
A second later, just before Iruka finally closed in on their booth, Gai said right into Kakashi’s exposed ear, “Oh, Kakashi… You should have said something!”
Kakashi threw the most heated, furious look he could muster while drunk back at his friend, but Gai was grinning with all his teeth, completely flushed red from alcohol. He seemed not to notice or care about the unspoken death threat.
Instead, Gai cried out, “Iruka-sensei! What do we owe this unbelievable pleasure?”
Kakashi was not unaware at how Tenzo was staring at him – and he found himself unable to look anywhere except for Iruka for fear that his drunken idiot friends would suddenly betray him.
It took all of two seconds to recognize that Iruka was also very drunk.
His dark brown hair had come partially loose of his usually tight pony tail, clearly where he had tried to run his hand back through his hair without thinking. Iruka was quite flushed, crimson filling both his cheeks, making his scar stand out even more prominently. His warm eyes seemed scorching as they focused hotly on Kakashi. He’d changed out the sweater from earlier in the day; instead he was wearing a zip-up dark green hoodie that he’d obviously opened wide in an earlier drunken decision, showing a rather transparent plain white shirt over a much more muscular form that Kakashi had been imagining.
Kakashi redirected his single-eyed gaze back up to Iruka’s face. He knew he looked especially alarmed and thrown by Iruka’s appearance at their booth, but Iruka seemed absolutely unconcerned by Kakashi’s reaction.
Instead, Iruka grabbed his left wrist in one surprisingly fast motion and declared in a wobbly voice, “I want to talk to you – now.”
Although totally bewildered by the request, Kakashi still found himself replying immediately.
“Okay.”
For some reason, he expected that Iruka would talk to him right then and there, but the teacher was having none of it and pulled hard on Kakashi’s wrist. But years of military training would not allow Iruka to have an easy victory, and Kakashi barely shifted at the attempt. However, Gai intervened in a fit of pure intoxicated friendship by shoving Kakashi with both hands as hard he possibly could, which sent Kakashi stumbling right out of the booth and directly into Iruka.
Iruka caught him – quite impressively! – and started moving through the bar after resuming his solid grip around Kakashi’s wrist.
Kakashi was realizing far too late that he hadn’t moved very much since drinking so much, and rushing through the wild packed bar was making him very disoriented very quickly. He tried to focus down on Iruka, and he was picking up all sorts of confusing things about the other man. He was suddenly quite fixated on the short hairs on the back of Iruka’s neck – and he was thinking about touching Iruka’s neck – and running gloveless hands over Iruka’s bare shoulders – and what would it be like to kiss Iruka with his hair down?
The cool relief of the outside was more than Kakashi had experienced in a long time. Even with most of his face covered up by cloth, the small portion that was exposed gloried in the cold night air. He breathed out unsteadily, trailing behind Iruka as the teacher pulled him further and further away from the Hokage Tower. He wasn’t sure where Iruka was bringing him. Although he was well aware he was thinking through several layers of beer and liquor, Kakashi thought he’d probably follow Iruka a long damn distance before he actually asked where they were going.
Fortunately, Iruka finally swung him down an alleyway between two closed businesses some distance from the Hokage Tower. He kept moving, bringing Kakashi down to the less lit area of the tight corridor.
Kakashi glanced up, quite disoriented, at the busted lightbulb outside the laundry business. He was lucky so many people in Konoha were terrible keeping up with their lights…!
When he focused back down on Iruka, he realized the other man was leaning against the far brick wall, raking a terribly heated gaze over Kakashi’s body.
Kakashi felt his face flush under his mask. He recognized that look, even if he hadn’t experienced it in a long time.
That was the look of a man who wanted something.
He moved closer to Iruka on instinct. He wasn’t terribly surprised when Iruka reached out and grabbed at the front of his leather jacket, forcing him to step forward the few final paces until they were barely a foot apart. Iruka’s hands held his jacket tighter than he would have thought the drunk teacher could manage. Still, the way Iruka stumbled his fingers against the leather was more predictable, although no less distracting and violently intriguing.
Iruka’s body language had clearly changed from earlier. He was somehow both sheepish and confident; he looked perfectly coy and yet he also seemed to know just what he wanted.
Kakashi swallowed hard. He wasn’t sure what to do with his hands, so he left them at his sides, stretching his fingers anxiously against his blue jeans.
After stroking Kakashi’s leather jacket for a while, Iruka said quietly, “I think you are very rude.”
Kakashi was not sober enough to suppress his laugh. He ended up smiling under his mask, too, because Iruka was right – he was rude. He had been relentlessly rude to Iruka since he first met him.
Iruka moved his right hand up Kakashi’s leather jacket, unknowingly crossing into the territory of Kakashi’s burns two layers lower. While Kakashi stilled suddenly at the realization, Iruka continued, voice low and unwavering, “And you’re mean, too.”
Kakashi blinked. His heart was newly pounding. He wondered if and when he would grab Iruka and push him away. He wondered if he might forcibly kiss the other man. His body was abruptly too conflicted: Kakashi seized up, locking himself in place, distantly watching Iruka caress him through his leather jacket.
“And I would like to kiss you.”
Iruka’s warm brown eyes were downcast, so all Kakashi could really see were his black eyelashes and the lovely length of the scar on his face. He was trying to absorb Iruka’s words, but his drunken mind was muddled and distracted. His cock heard it all perfectly well, though, and he could feel himself getting hard in response to Iruka’s simple suggestion of a kiss.
“Do you?” Kakashi replied after a long moment. His voice came out dark, husky. Good God, he sounded aroused. They hadn’t even touched each other yet! But Kakashi’s attention was fixed on Iruka’s roaming hands, the ones boldly memorizing Kakashi’s leather jacket, and he was imagining all the other things they could touch…
Iruka slowly looked up through his dark lashes at Kakashi. While Kakashi watched, dazed, Iruka’s expression shifted from one of loose contemplation to a dizzyingly sharp look of desire. “Let me kiss you,” Iruka demanded, far far too clearly and wantonly for Kakashi to stand.
Kakashi had not kissed anyone since before the attack eleven months ago. He had imagined kissing people – including Iruka, he could admit shamefully, at least to himself – but faced with the moment, all of his previously prepared strategies evaporated. Kakashi’s voice was a hoarse whisper as he hurriedly leaned forward towards Iruka, “Close your eyes.”
The fingers of his right hand hooked on his mask, jerking it half down, exposing his mouth. Iruka had already closed his eyes at Kakashi’s request, shifting his head obediently, waiting for Kakashi to lead. That sight itself was too fucking appealing, and Kakashi descended on him like a hungry predator finally finding prey after starving all winter.
Their lips met desperately and drunkenly, which was probably and strangely to their benefit, because Kakashi felt absolutely no embarrassment when he should have been filled with it. Similarly, Iruka was unrepentant as he fisted Kakashi’s leather jacket with one hand and then forced Kakashi’s body closer by pulling him forward by the hip. Even hidden behind his jeans, it was deliciously obvious that Iruka was hard, that he wanted this, that he wanted Kakashi.
Soon their overly protected cocks ground against each other at the same pace and vigor as their mouths and tongues. When he could, Kakashi restrained himself from groaning, if only because he was falling in love with how Iruka gasped every once and a while when too overwhelmed with just how good it all felt.
The pull on his burns on his throat and chest felt different, but Kakashi was surprised by how much alcohol and lust distracted him from the strange feeling. Kakashi found his hands desperately seeking Iruka’s skin. His right hand grabbed the back of Iruka’s head, relishing those short hairs at the nape of his neck, forcefully keeping their faces close together. His left hand went straight for Iruka’s chest, pushing aside the hoodie and groping at Iruka’s pronounced muscles barely hidden by the thin white shirt.
When he scratched down against Iruka’s nipple, the other man moaned into his mouth and jerked away before pushing hard against Kakashi with his whole body. Kakashi instantly put his leg between Iruka’s, relishing the hardness suddenly shoved against his thigh. Iruka writhed against him at the new intensity, and Kakashi tightened his grip on the back of the man’s neck, roughly trying to pull him back into a kiss.
But Iruka surprised him, moving his mouth to Kakashi’s right ear, the opposite side of his scars. His breath was as mint-heavy as his tongue, and Kakashi felt himself thrust against Iruka, far too enamored with the smell of liquor and lust on the other man. Iruka laughed just slightly, breathing heavily in Kakashi’s ear, before he whispered hotly, “Let me suck your cock.”
Kakashi froze. His good eye fixed blindly on the brick wall behind Iruka. He could feel his fingers tremble against Iruka’s neck, and his heart clamored, ugly and wild, in his chest.
Iruka pulled back, his eyes loosely closed, before he closed the small distance between them again. Kakashi didn’t respond as Iruka pressed a feather-light kiss on his lips. He did nearly startle when Iruka’s hand lifted from Kakashi’s hip to grab his bicep through his leather jacket. Tightly squeezing his arm, Iruka’s breathy begging whisper ghosted against Kakashi’s lips.
“Please, Kakashi…”
A full body shiver flew through him. Kakashi realized he’d made a strange choking sound when he saw Iruka’s mouth slide into a sinister, pleased smile. Kakashi was blushing; he couldn’t control himself in any way, not anymore, not with this extraordinarily sexy man in his arms. He replied in a throaty, dark voice, barely recognizing it was his own, “If you want to.”
Iruka’s hand was on his cock through his jeans the next second.
Kakashi couldn’t repress the groan that the hard, intimate touch inspired, and he flushed even further, seeing Iruka’s smile turn into a predatory grin. He wasn’t expecting how fast Iruka fell to his knees, or how exceptionally talented Iruka was at undoing the button of his jeans and taking down the zipper while keeping his eyes perfectly shut. He realized he was staring down at the man in utter shock, his mouth open and exposed to the night air, as Iruka rubbed his face against Kakashi’s tented boxers like a lecherous cat loving on its owner.
Iruka was simply too good at multitasking. While he pulled down on Kakashi’s boxers with one hand, he reached out and found Kakashi’s left hand, drawing his fingers forward and positioning them against his own face, forcing Kakashi to caress his cheek.
Kakashi didn’t know if he would see better or worse with both eyes, but he found himself pushing up his headband, opening his half-blind eye, trying to get the most out of the impossible vision before him.
Iruka looked perfectly comfortable on his knees with his eyes closed. He freed Kakashi’s cock from his boxers with a satisfied smile, stroking him several sure times, causing Kakashi to stifle a simultaneously pained and relieved groan from deep in his throat. Iruka clearly enjoyed the sound, because he kept touching Kakashi, his smile widening as Kakashi involuntarily groaned louder at the achingly good sensation of Iruka’s hand on his cock.
But he’d suddenly had enough. Iruka opened his mouth and took Kakashi in as if he’d been wanting it desperately for the last two weeks. Iruka’s mouth was ridiculously wet and warm. Kakashi hand on Iruka’s cheek shook frantically when Iruka took all of him like it wasn’t a solid seven inches. He felt his fingers brush the furthest edge of Iruka's facial scar - and his heart jumped in his chest. Kakashi instinctively shut his eyes and gritted his teeth, astonished at how good Iruka’s mouth felt around his cock. His fingers slid backwards, catching some of Iruka’s hair, and he heard Iruka moan around him, and Kakashi realized he was not long for this world.
He forced himself to look at the man, and it was beyond any fantasy that Kakashi could have ever conjured his dead dull mind.
Iruka was so easily on his knees, his kiss-bruised lips at the base of Kakashi’s cock. He moved his head easily, taking Kakashi in and out effortlessly. Iruka continued to stroke him with one hand, his other hand gripping Kakashi’s jeans bunched at his knee.
Kakashi tried not to thrust into Iruka’s mouth, but he realized he’d done just that when Iruka shook his head slightly, unprepared for the rougher movement. He started to apologize in a fumbling rush when Iruka fully removed Kakashi’s cock from his mouth.
Iruka kept stroking him, using saliva to keep Kakashi’s cock wet and hard. As he did, Iruka smiled in such an impossible strange way, especially with his eyes closed, that Kakashi was having a difficult time keeping himself both breathing and standing upright.
As if Iruka wanted him to faint, the man asked in a low, dark tone, still not looking at Kakashi, “Is this how you would fuck me? On my knees like this?”
Kakashi instantly ground out, his fingers tightening on Iruka’s hair, “Fuck, you can’t – you can’t say things like that –”
“Can’t I?” Iruka asked sweetly, because he was pure fucking danger and sex embodied in one single glorious masculine body.
“Yeah, I’d fuck you on your knees,” Kakashi answered, his voice as hard as his cock in Iruka’s rapidly moving hand. He worked to memorize the insanely wonderful visual of Iruka on his knees, gripping Kakashi’s red-flushed cock, his wet lips slightly parted, ready, waiting.
But before Iruka could respond, Kakashi kept going, his desires spilling out of him, rough and despairing and so sincere that it hurt: “I’d fuck you however you wanted, whenever you wanted. I want to kiss you fucking senseless. I’m fucking desperate to kiss you again.” He knew he was rambling and drunk and being too raw and honest, but Kakashi heard himself finally confessing: “You are so fucking pretty.”
Iruka almost opened his eyes, Kakashi could tell, but he caught himself in time. The flush of alcohol wasn’t so strong that Kakashi didn’t recognize Iruka was now blushing in full flattered embarrassment by Kakashi’s adoring statements. His hand had gone still on Kakashi’s cock; his mouth had dropped open in shock at Kakashi’s unexpected confession.
But before Kakashi could feel mortified through his drunken haze, Iruka took to sucking his cock like the world was ending. At the abrupt resumption of the most intense blowjob of his life, Kakashi gasped loudly, startling himself with the sound. Iruka’s hand tightened, too, continuing to stroke him while sucking him off. Kakashi had to use both his hands to hold the brick wall behind Iruka to keep himself upright. He was soon in an unbearable crescent over the man, unable to keep himself from thrusting into Iruka’s hot eager mouth.
He half-gasped out a warning, “Iruka – I –”
But Iruka seemed absolutely at peace with Kakashi coming his mouth. He kept his pace, his tongue strong and warm on Kakashi’s cock in his mouth, his hands tight and knowing.
Kakashi flinched just before he came, disbelieving, blindly thrilled with Iruka. He found himself scratching at the brick wall as Iruka didn’t pull away at all, taking all of him, letting Kakashi cum hard in his mouth. He shook, wild and unexpected, as Iruka licked the very last cum off the tip and then easily, comfortably, put Kakashi’s spent cock back in his boxers.
Kakashi forced himself off the brick wall, stumbling backward, barely able to keep himself stable. He yanked up his mask with one hand, working to get his jeans back on with the other.
As he slowly rose from his knees, Iruka smiled, pleased beyond measure. He asked in a soft, curious voice, “Can I open my eyes now?”
After shoving his headband down, Kakashi mumbled a rather clumsy, “Uh, yeah,” and Iruka’s truly smug dark brown eyes met his good eye once again. Iruka ran his still very interested gaze over Kakashi, clearly appreciating how disheveled and worn-down Kakashi had become in such a short time. He reached over and ran a knowing hand up Kakashi’s leather jacket, tugging on the very top of the zipper. He closed the distance between them again and pressed a gentle kiss on Kakashi’s masked mouth.
“I think you’re pretty too,” Iruka murmured, so very satisfied it almost hurt Kakashi to hear him.
As Kakashi tracked his movements with his good eye, Iruka stepped slightly backwards, shifting his stance into one of genuine relief. Just before he dropped his hand from Kakashi’s jacket, Iruka gave him one last amused smile. “Thanks for the good time,” he declared, easy and soft, and then Iruka strolled away, looking like he had won the whole world in the last half-hour.
Iruka didn’t look back at Kakashi before he exited the alleyway, turning left, obviously heading back to the Hokage Tower.
Kakashi wasn’t going back to the bar. He was walking home now.
Because he had no idea what the fuck just happened, and he needed to think very seriously about life – and Iruka – and – whatever the fuck that just was – and all that would take time, a lot of time.