Dedicated with love to matthewfullhart, for putting up with me; to musemachine, who wanted Iruka on top; and to equvilantexchgn for egging me on.

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with you reading this around my students."

Kakashi paused, meticulously hanging his towel on the top rod of the drying rack, standing nude in his lover's apartment, and blinked at the man stretched out on the futon, the book he carried with him most days open in the younger man's hand. "Oh? And why is that?"

Iruka rolled onto his back, tilted his head back to gaze upside-down at his lover. "Because, 'Take, this is porn. Hardcore porn. Can you imagine Naruto's response if he ever got ahold of it?"

"Well," said Kakashi, crouching down at the head of the futon, his soft cock cradled between his thighs, resting on his balls, just inches from Iruka's forehead, "that's why you shouldn't worry. How, exactly, do you expect a genin to steal a book from a jounin, especially a book so important as that from a jounin as possessive as myself?"

"I don't know," said Iruka, "but if he does, it'll be bad."

Kakashi cocked his head, regarding his lover sideways. "Oh? How so?"

His lover stretched, fingertips brushing the insides of Kakashi's thighs with an almost-ticklish touch. "The day Naruto graduated from the Academy," he said, "he stole the Scroll of Seals and managed to memorize the first jutsu described in it before I could get to him and stop him. That's complicated stuff, beyond my skill level in some ways." He waved the pilfered paperback in his lover's face. "How long do you think it would take him to remember the stuff written in this book, hmm?"

Kakashi snorted. "Comparing the Scroll of Seals with my dimestore romance novel? That's got to be a first." He rose and padded over to his lover's side, stretching languidly as he lay down on the futon. "And on whom will he practice these techniques, should he learn them? Sakura would have a Fit of Feminine Anguish if anyone suggested to her that she be intimate with anyone but her darling Sasuke-kun."

"Well," said Iruka, setting the book aside and stroking his lover's strong, scarred chest, "there's always Sasuke himself. He has less than no interest in women, his ambition and focus aside. If he turns out to be inclined towards boys, and Naruto has read this sort of thing, especially the sort you read ..."

"Oh that would be something then, wouldn't it?" said Kakashi, laughing. "Sasuke falling for Naruto."

Iruka arched an eyebrow at his lover. "Just as strange as a genius falling for a mediocre chuunin, I'd think."

"You know," said Kakashi, his mirth melting into an expression of seriousness, "you're not the best ninja I've ever met, 'Ruka, but there is nothing mediocre about you. I know very few men--ninja or otherwise--who could teach with the dedication and passion and skill you demonstrate in the classroom." He brushed the pad of his thumb down his lover's strong jaw, leant forward and kissed the thick scar that arched over Iruka's nose. "Don't sell yourself short."

With a small sigh, Iruka tilted his chin up and took Kakashi's mouth in a gentle kiss, licking the man's lower lip until he felt Kakashi's tongue brush against his own. Then he opened his mouth and let his lover take control of the kiss, Kakashi's warm weight shifting to settle atop him, bare skin over soft cotton.

"I'm not done with our conversation, 'Take," he breathed, when Kakashi pulled away and began systematically relieving him of his clothing. "I still don't think you should be reading such things around my--aah!"

Kakashi looked up at him, eyebrows lifted, licking the head of Iruka's cock once again. "Hmm?" he said, wrapping his lips around the head and sucking a little, his tongue rubbing the slit at the tip.

Iruka groaned. "Impossible jounin," he said. "We'll talk about it later. Do that more, now. 'S good."

"Mmm," said his lover, carefully sliding more of Iruka's erection into his mouth. He sucked lazily at the hard length, bobbed his head a little, then pulled it out with one long, hard suck, fingers brushing Iruka's balls as he rose and straddled the man's lap, their erections brushing. "You know," he said, "I've familiarized myself with that text you've been reading, and I've found that it isn't comprehensive."

"Really?" said Iruka, watching one of Kakashi's pale, long-fingered hands brush both their lengths, stroking and teasing.

Kakashi nodded. "It neglects to mention a few techniques to which I myself am rather partial. Pass me the lube, sensei, and I'll show you what I'm talking about."

"Only if you promise to stop calling me that," said Iruka, reaching into his pillow and feeling around for the bottle of oil they kept there.

"You object to being called by your title?"

"Makes me think of Naruto. Detracts from the mood."

Kakashi nodded. "Point taken," he said. "Now. Watch."

So Iruka watched. Watched his lover rise up on his knees, reaching behind himself with oil-slick fingers, pushing inside (if the flash of pain across his features was any indication) two at the same time. Watched his lover's other hand lazily stroke him, rubbing the slick tip against the root of his own erection, rocking his hips in time with his strokes. Watched the pale man shudder and rock more quickly, cheeks flushed with pleasure as he teased his own prostate.

When he pulled his fingers free and reached for the oil, pouring some into his palm and rubbing it up and down Iruka's length, Iruka arched and moaned, fingers tightening on his lover's pale thighs.

"Stop," he whispered. "Wait, no, don't ... not yet." He looked down his own body to the long-fingered hand stilled on his erection. "Too close, 'Take. I'll come too soon."

"Ah, I see," said Kakashi, gently. He slid his hand down to the root of his lover's erection and squeezed, firm and careful. "Take a deep breath, now."

Iruka did as he was told, eyes widening as he felt the burn of arousal fade, just enough.

"Better?"

"Much."

Kakashi smiled, a wonderful, lazy smile. "Excellent," he said. Then, without hesitation, he raised himself up, still holding his lover's erection tightly at the root, and lowered his hips, rolling them in small circles until the tight muscle at his entrance relaxed enough for Iruka to slip inside, slow and slick and hard and hot.

"Aah, 'Take, that's good," Iruka moaned, hands clenching and unclenching on his lover's thighs, body trembling as he struggled not to move, not to thrust.

"Mmm, it is," said Kakashi, settling fully on his lover's lap, motionless as his body adjusted to the thick length inside him.

He was still only a moment before he lifted his hips and began to move, a slow, gentle rhythm that sped gradually from slow and even to hard and fast, until Iruka was crying out, back arched and hips thrusting, begging nonsensically at the top of his voice. Kakashi growled and rocked forward with one of his lover's thrusts, supporting himself on hands and knees over Iruka's hard, sweating body, kissing the man. Arched and open, he held still, surrendering to his lover's pleasure, one hand fisting the soft cotton of the futon cover, the other stroking his sticky erection, while Iruka pushed into him, again and again, back bent and legs straining.

"I-ru-ka ..."

"Yeah, me too ... ngh ..."

It was Kakashi who came first, moments later, tightening around his lover's erection as he sucked in a sharp breath, taking his pleasure in silence as always, hard and hot and still. When he'd finished, he exhaled and thrust backwards, matching Iruka's pace with accuracy near enough to perfection that the younger man cried out and came, eyes closed and neck bared, calling his lover's name when the man bent and nipped gently at his throat, at the ticklish spots along his collarbone. He collapsed back onto the futon, sated and sweaty, his lover spread over him like a blanket.

On nights when Kakashi topped, pushing into his lover with accuracy and care, they would uncouple in the immediate afterwards, Iruka cuddled against his lover's body, drifting to sleep as the older man's cock soften against his thigh. But on days when they would switch, days when Kakashi took his lover into his body, they would lie together, joined and motionless, until Iruka's cock had softened enough to slip out, his semen trickling wetly down Kakashi's thighs.

It was an unspoken tradition, a difference both had noticed but neither ever dwelt upon.

Therefore, it wasn't until his semen was dripping onto his own thigh, cooling as it escaped his lover's body, that Iruka spoke, his breath ruffling Kakashi's hair, making the gravity-defying strands twist and dance. "I don't care if that’s not in the book," he said, quietly. "There's plenty in there that Naruto has no business seeing."

"If he managed to see it," said Kakashi, not bothering to open his eyes.

Iruka yawned and stretched, grabbing his tunic to clean his lover's semen from his belly, cleaning his own release from his lover's thighs once he'd cleaned himself to his satisfaction. "Yeah, yeah you're probably right, as always. He'd not have a chance to get at your book, even if he wanted it."

"Hn," said Kakashi.

Sighing, Iruka balled up his soiled tunic and set it aside, then curled around his lover, head pillowed on the man's shoulder. "I love you, 'Take," he said, softly.

Kakashi smiled and kissed his lover's soft hair. "Love you too, Iruka," he said. I'm just lucky it was you who found my book, rather than Naruto., he added mentally, listening to his lover's breathing slowly even, the man's limbs going limp against him, his body warm and heavy, completely relaxed.

Shaking his head, he held his lover close and closed his eyes. Very lucky indeed.

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