Naruto, Iruka / Kakashi, "... the mask is on?"
And finally I reached the last to post! * Runs around the room *
Title: For solitude
Fandom:
Naruto Characters: Iruka Umino, Kakashi Hatake
Genre: Sentimental, Romance, Erotic
Alerts: Lemon, Yaoi
Party: 1 / 1
Rating: Red
Notes: Written for the p0rn fest and "A prompt a day"
The dense rain fell on the stones making Konoha of which were composed of the roads very slippery. Iruka walked quietly Direct to home, the red umbrella resting on one shoulder and the envelope containing his dinner in hand. Suddenly he stopped the ninja: in front of him, standing in front of the ramen at the kiosk is closed, there was Kakashi. Astonished by his behavior, by the way seemed to look the sign without even seeing her, he noticed that Iruka's clothes were soaked jonin, as well as his fair hair.
hesitated, approached the chunin.
"Master Kakashi?"
The man seemed to recover, turning towards him as if the rest of the world had taken to exist only then. Under the guise of cloth, the ninja smiled.
"Master Iruka! Why here? "The master of the academy
hesitated, shifting from foot to foot.
"I went to buy dinner." The eyes of the young man perched on the sign kiosk. "I had thought of eating ramen?"
Amazed, Kakashi took a turn attention to the kiosk and then closed when Iruka was sure he had stopped there, had probably done unconsciously. But
jonin smiled. "Exactly!"
Naruto was away, busy Sakura: Iruka understood how that could be ninja feel alone without the team that had learned to know and love, he knew what could be bitter loneliness.
"If you like, you could come to dinner with me. I think I got even more of what I need. And then ... "Iruka said wet clothes of the man who stood before him. "Maybe it's better if you change, I can give you one of my uniform."
Kakashi smiled, scratching his head.
"If you agree to cook!"
soup simmering on the stove and Iruka poured the hot water in a pot, preparing a herbal tea for himself and his guest. In next room could hear the water running: Kakashi had given her a suit, and when the noise stopped, waited for a moment the ninja to join him.
He was tasting the soup when he heard a scraping of chairs on the floor of the table. With a smile the man began to place a wooden spoon, taking a cup of tea and turned to give it to his guest.
Astonished, Iruka let his hand trembled so much that almost poured the liquid when she saw that Kakashi had indeed reached the kitchen and there he sat with his legs crossed, but remaining completely naked, except for mask of cloth.
slowly, clearing his voice, Iruka put his cup back on the shelf, looking for something to say.
"La. .. the mask is on? "
In the kitchen he felt a kind of gurgle, like the sound of water, and Iruka understood from the folds of cloth that Kakashi was laughing.
Calmly, the man moved his legs, showing fully the master of the academy.
"It is not the only thing left on."
Embarrassed, Iruka gulped, turning the other way while he felt blaze, wishing in that moment of being able to wear too a mask. The smell of jonin but joined him, making him turn again towards him and the ninja's approached, taking a cup of tea and smelling them through the fabric.
"It looks bad."
In an attempt to restore a bit 'normal, the chunin tried to continue the discussion on that road.
"It's good against the cold."
to one another, the two ninja looked at each other in silence. The first to speak was Kakashi.
"It's not the cold that scares us, I read it in your eyes as you know that you read to me." He wanted
look down, then hide ninja seemed to discover the secrets of every man or woman, wanted to stop that speech, he would hardly have wanted to be invited to go to him but soon the memory of the man in the rain returned to his mind and then could no longer look away from those eyes so different from each other.
Kakashi leaned toward him, touching the scar on his face with tufts of their hair still wet, Whisper softly in his ear.
"It's the loneliness that scares us all, without exception."
Iruka shifted his face, back to look slightly alarmed.
"What do you mean?"
But Kakashi smiled and caught him, lowering the mask of cloth.
"You know that."
Iruka closed his eyes, savoring the jonin resting on his lips, feeling the taste of rain and extreme cold, having almost scary.
Iruka clung with all their forces back the man above him.
semi open the window came the night air, blowing on his hot skin, mixing with the breath of Kakashi in his hair loose. The ninja tried to take as much as possible their eyes fixed on those other lover, trying to record the different feeling that gave each of her kisses, depending on his face was straight or tilted to one side, depending on how pressed to his lips and put us in appropriating as much voracity of his mouth, depending on how much sweetness at times knowing take on it.
Iruka felt that the blankets slid away, I realized that the cold increased while all other senses were slaves of the man who had driven that night in bed, making him want to strip, to drown with him between the sheets clinging to sex as a lifeline. The body heat of jonin was intoxicating and yet, as he drove repeatedly into his body, Iruka knew that never, ever would have been unable or unwilling to ask to stop, to leave.
Kakashi had met by chance.
had decided to cling to one another as they were desperate.
And now they would not let go, wanted the night go on forever, that the smell of rain is pouring from the window half open, convincing them that the pain filled the world, but in that room could be sweet for both of them, a glimmer of love.
Iruka knew, as we knew that Kakashi went to hug him, deciding not to break away from him, that if there was one thing if he could not cure the loneliness at least alleviate the evil, was to stay together.
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