Chapter 2: Chapter 2: Partake of the Sweets

Kakashi was always late, it was just one more fact of life. It was usually deliberate, though there were exceptions to that. Usually, however, he spent the intermittent time browsing the bookstore, wandering through town, lounging around with his books. Over the next week, Kakashi all but abandoned these pastimes, instead spending his time shadowing a certain brunette teacher.

Kakashi had learned of the man’s secret on a Thursday night. Friday morning, he was in class – an hour early, the bastard – and preparing his lessons for the day. Kakashi watched for a couple of hours, hidden in the higher branches of a tree before he darted off to his assignment only a surprising forty-five minutes late. Once he’d done the bare minimum to satisfy the job, it was back to watching the teacher.

Kakashi reached the schoolyard in the middle of weapons practice. Two dozen children under the age of twelve, all wielding small, dangerous objects. Kakashi had to repress a shudder and suddenly had a much greater respect for the courage of the schoolteachers in the village. Iruka was keeping a careful watch on each weapon, each hand, and every little vulnerable part of every child. Kakashi didn’t miss it when those sharp brown eyes glanced into the trees, frowning at the invisible jounin.

The weekend passed normally, no sign that anything at all was wrong. Iruka kept up his work, manning the missions’ desk, doing jobs around the village, even going back to the school to clean and set up future lessons. Kakashi was pulling double duty attending his own assignments and spying on the young man. As far as he could tell, the man seemed perfectly normal.

Sunday evening, Kakashi caught his first glimpse of the teacher’s hidden life. Karin, a female jounin Kakashi had a slight rivalry with, was waiting for the teacher as he returned to his apartment. Kakashi chose to give the man his privacy, abandoning his watch for the evening. The next morning, Iruka seemed fine, showing up to class an hour early again (the bastard). During the day, he seemed slightly hostile, but Kakashi was certain it was because of Konohamaru’s unauthorized and poorly performed fire jutsu that nearly sent the building up in flames. After class Iruka just floated around town, stopping by the market and the bookstore before returning home.

The scene was repeated almost identically that evening, a chunin Kakashi didn’t know slipping through a window just after dusk. Again Kakashi stayed nearby without intruding. He took out his Icha Icha book and opened to one of his favorite parts. After ten minutes of staring at the same paragraph he admitted he was worried about the teacher and put more focus on monitoring his chakra level. As long as it stayed fairly constant, he would know Iruka wasn’t in serious danger.

Wednesday afternoon as weapons practice wore on, Iruka made his way calmly through the sea of dangerously armed children towards Kakashi’s hiding place. The jounin frowned, marveling that the teacher could spot him twice now, even as he tried to hide his presence. The brunette didn’t take his eyes off the children as he spoke. “Is there something you need from me, Kakashi-san?” Kakashi gave no response and Iruka crossed his arms. “Stop shadowing me. I have enough trouble keeping my students safe without worrying about you too.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you liked me,” Kakashi joked. Iruka rolled his eyes, stalking away from the man and shepherding the children inside once more.

When he saw Itsuo slip into the teacher’s apartment in the wee hours of Thursday morning, Kakashi was finding it harder and harder to resist the temptation himself. That evening, when Itsuo ran across Kakashi and spoke in excited whispers about his encounter, Kakashi finally decided to visit the man himself. Itsuo smiled hugely at the news, wishing him the best of luck before darting into the night.

Friday night as midnight approached, after watching the teacher most of the day, Kakashi was waiting for Iruka to return home. He dropped to the windowsill gracefully, looking carefully at the traps. Behind the mask, Kakashi let out a low whistle of appreciation. Quickly pulling out a kunai, he disconnected the three tripwires he saw in one smooth motion. In the same motion he pulled the kunai up, blocking a secondary trap that had activated. Kakashi felt his smile grow; the trap was well set up.

Slipping inside, Kakashi was caught by surprise as another trap triggered. He hit the ground in a roll, avoiding the kunai by several feet. He looked back at the pattern, more than slightly impressed. He hadn’t even noticed that one. Quietly the jounin moved the half dozen weapons aside and took up a spot against one wall to wait. He had to admit, all the secrecy was a definite turn on. He’d had his doubts, but now he was looking forward to the encounter.

Finally, ten to midnight, he heard Iruka approach the front door, unlocking it. The brunette slipped inside and shut the door behind him. He dropped his bag to the floor and began to pull off his shoes without turning on the light. Second sandal halfway removed, Iruka suddenly looked up, eyes falling on Kakashi all at once. He froze and the jounin thought he saw surprise in the man’s eyes. The emotion was quickly covered up as the teacher straightened, dropping his shoe to the ground. For another moment they simply stood there, staring at one another. Suddenly Iruka smiled, turning his back to lock the door again. “Are you just going to stand there?”

Kakashi stepped forward, grabbing the shorter man by the shoulders and turning him around. Iruka gasped as he was pressed against the door, Kakashi nibbling eagerly at his neck. He pulled back just long enough to pull off the chunin’s vest and shirt before returning to his earlier task.

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Iruka squirmed slightly, but didn’t put up any real defense against the attack. It was slightly odd, the way his muscles seemed so lax. His palms were pressed against the door behind him, his head thrown slightly to one side. Kakashi pulled back, looking at the man’s face. It was flushed, his mouth open in rushed gasps. He looked absolutely gorgeous. Kakashi couldn’t help leaning forward, wanting to claim those lips.

Suddenly Iruka was moving. One hand shot up, pressing against the taller man’s mouth and putting a physical barrier between them. “No kissing,” he hissed, sounding incredibly serious. “Especially not through a mask.”

Kakashi pulled back slightly, laughing. “I don’t let just anybody see my face, you know.”

Iruka’s glare hadn’t diminished. “Then we have that in common at least.”

Kakashi stepped back a fraction, shedding his own vest in the process. He’d upset the teacher – he’d broken the rules – and now he had to bring the mood back. He attacked the man’s neck and chest again with even more enthusiasm. Slowly Iruka raised his arm. Kakashi was expecting the man to grip at him, maybe give some token resistance. Instead, the teacher’s hand went to his own head, tugging his hitai-ate down to cover his eyes.

Kakashi frowned, puzzled, but continued his ministrations. His doubts were beginning to return. But as long as Iruka had blindfolded himself, it meant Kakashi could remove his mask. The chunin groaned as he felt pliant lips and a hot tongue begin suckling at his collarbones. Kakashi smiled and began working his way down the exposed chest. He let his hands lead the way, undoing the chunin’s pants well before his lips reached the junction of his hip where he spent several moments tracing out the gentle curve.

Kakashi’s doubts were growing. He was no whimpering virgin and he had definitely played the part of the hunter to a ‘helpless’ victim more than a few times. Part of the fun was for the victim to struggle, to resist. Nothing serious, of course, but at least a no or two, maybe a little bit of play fighting. Iruka was holding himself almost completely still. Kakashi leaned forward, nuzzling the man’s erection a moment before he took it into his mouth.

Iruka moved then, his hands materializing in silver hair, gripping tightly, almost painful. But he was still silent, save staggered gasps and moans. His hands stayed where they were, neither encouraging nor resisting, just seeking something to hold on to. Kakashi pulled back, breathing on the trembling tip a moment. The teacher was enjoying himself – he wouldn’t last much longer. Kakashi lowered his mouth again, bringing him quickly to the end. Iruka’s hands spasmed, nearly tearing out clumps of silver hair as he came.

Kakashi kept twirling his tongue, drawing out every last shiver from the other man. His hands on his hips were now the only thing keeping him upright as Iruka sagged forward, panting. Kakashi pulled away at last, looking up at the flushed cheeks. Iruka still hadn’t said a word. The jounin shifted, pulling the teacher down to the floor and moving to straddle him. He gave no resistance; he was practically a rag doll. In fact, Iruka had only really reacted once . . . Kakashi moved with blinding speed, claiming the teacher’s mouth in a deep kiss.

Iruka jolted into action with sudden speed and strength. Kakashi caught one of his wrists, surprised to find the teacher had palmed a kunai without him noticing. The man’s other fist connected solidly with his shoulder, nearly strong enough to dislodge the slightly larger man. Kakashi only broke the kiss for a second before coming right back for more. Iruka was definitely fighting now; not play fighting, he was trying to take Kakashi’s head off and he was doing a pretty decent job of it. If Kakashi’d let go even once, the kunai wielding fist would have leapt to his throat without pause. Instead, he used his free hand to grope at the teachers neck. Iruka’s free hand clawed at Kakashi’s, knowing what he was about to do, but unable to stop it. Finding the pressure points he was looking for, Kakashi dug his fingers into the soft flesh and held. A moment later, the chunin’s struggles died away and Kakashi finally released the man’s lips.

The jounin pulled away, looking at the thoroughly unconscious teacher beneath him. His frown grew as he shifted, lifting the body and carrying him across the apartment to the bed. Depositing his burden, he moved to the bathroom to retrieve a cool cloth and clean the other man up. Done, he pulled his vest back on and silently left the apartment. Something was seriously wrong about this whole situation and now Kakashi was determined to find answers.

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