"Some day, you’re going to get me fired. You know that, right?"

Iruka Umino snorted and licked a line up the neck he’d never seen but had tasted, countless time, blindfolded in his bedroom, in the deserted classroom, in the dense forest surrounding the village.

"Am I at least making it worth the risk?" he said, nipping just under his lover’s ear.

Kakashi Hatake groaned. "Ye~s," he whispered. "Always is."

"Then concentrate and we’ll do this quickly," said the younger man, blindly working the button and zipper of his lover’s pants. "It’s just Naruto and the others, waiting for you. They’ll think you were late as some sort of lesson, if you tell them that’s the reason."

"Mmm, good plan."

Both eyes unveiled, his mask hanging loose about his throat, Kakashi watched his blindfolded lover kneel, watched the younger man carefully wrap his lips around the achingly hard cock he held firmly in his hand. Three years, they'd been secret lovers. Three years, they'd sneaked around, joking in bed about helping each other learn to build and focus their chakra where it really counted, the euphemism familiar enough between them that Iruka would blush, just a little, each time Kakashi was nearby during his lectures to his beloved students on the issue of chakra.

If anything, Iruka Umino was a risk worth taking.

Iruka groaned around his mouthful and pulled back, licking wetly at the tip of his lover’s erection. "So big," he whispered. "Pull up your mask and take off this blindfold, let me see what I’m doing?"

"Not this time, 'Ruka," said Kakashi, gently stroking the soft puff of his lover’s ponytail. "Next time, but no, not this time. Your pleasure is stronger when you are forced to rely on your other senses."

His lover snorted. "One of these days, I’m going to blindfold you, then see if you’re worth anything at all as a lover if you’re not able to use your Sharingan to replicate the technique I use on you on me after I’ve finished you."

"One would think you’d take it as a compliment," said Kakashi, "that I would want to return so exactly the pleasure you gave me that I would be willing to use my Sharingan."

"Hmm, perhaps," said Iruka.

He knew, of course, that the older man was right, that his skill as a lover increased tenfold whenever he was robbed of his sight, whether lying in total darkness in Kakashi’s bedroom or kneeling on the smooth floorboards of his classroom, a strip of cloth he kept hidden in his desk for just such a purpose wrapped securely over his eyes. Even beneath that, he kept his eyes closed, focused entirely on the hard length in his mouth, the salty tang of precome pooling over his tongue. When he felt Kakashi begin to thrust, a gentle roll of the hips that guided the pace more than demanded satisfaction, he reached out for the other man’s hips, holding them still as he pushed his lover's erection deeper into his throat, swallowing and thrusting, controlling his breathing as best he could, focusing on suppressing his gag reflex.

"'Ruka ..."

A whisper, hushing around him. Iruka pushed his lover’s cock deeper.

"'Ruka." More urgent now. "Aah, so good ... so good, 'Ruka. May I ...?"

A squeeze to his hips answered the question. With a groan, Kakashi closed his eyes and took his pleasure, thrusting twice before releasing into his lover's warm, willing mouth. Iruka felt it, felt the swell of energy and pulled back, his mouth filling with semen, his lover's groan of ecstasy filling his ears. He took his time swallowing, eyes still closed behind the blindfold as he licked his lover clean, sucking once at the softening tip before sitting back and licking his lips. The touch of Kakashi’s fingers to his cheek was the only warning he had before he felt lips on his, the older man’s kiss full of love and gratitude, communicating a sated languidity belied only by his hand’s urgency, unfastening Iruka’s pants, and freeing the younger man's achingly neglected erection, experience-calloused hands stroking him hard and fast, masterful and perfect.

The excuse that he was younger no longer really applied, not that either had ever really taken it to be the truth. Kakashi was skilled in more ways than the village at large recognized him, and aroused as he was, Iruka was no match for his lover's determination. Sucking on Kakashi’s tongue, he arched and came, blinded and euphoric, his lover’s strong arm wrapped around his back, holding him as he rode the bliss, chased the pleasure. Only when he’d finished, when he felt Kakashi’s arm slide away, the older man’s fingers gently untying the blindfold, did he open his eyes, his breath evening, his heart rate calming.

"That wasn’t my technique," he said softly, smiling at the lazy expression on his lover’s mostly-covered face, watching the calm motions of the man’s hand as he wiped semen off of his uniform with the blindfold.

"You challenged my prowess as a lover," said Kakashi. "As one ranked above you, I felt it necessary to prove to you that, indeed, I can perform well on my own."

Iruka chuckled. "I’ll apologize later for my arrogance," he said. "For now, though, you’re late, and you’ve got my come on you. Naruto’s an idiot, but he doesn’t want to be. Has a tendency to ask questions, because of that. He’ll want to know what that is, and he'll be more willing than the other two to ask outright."

"Hn. I’ll tell him it’s my hair’s chakra," said Kakashi, his exposed eye jumping in what Iruka assumed was a wink. "He may argue, but I can pull rank on him and just ignore the question."

"True enough," said his lover. "Good luck with them." He leant forward and kissed Kakashi through the thin mask the man wore. "And Kakashi? Take care of Naruto for me. He needs parental figures, more than he needs training."

Kakashi nodded and stood. "You have my word," he said.

~*~*~*~

It had been years since he’d lain in bed so long past sunrise, but Iruka had to admit that it was a nice feeling, the warmth of the sunlight on his bare skin, the sound of birds singing just outside the window, their song sharp and clear in contrast to the fuzz of afterglow, his sated body warm against Kakashi’s.

"Won’t they be angry with you for being so late?"

Kakashi chuckled. "Probably," he said.

"And you’ll just pull rank on them and that’ll be that?"

"Oh no," said his lover, stretching a little, showing off hard muscle under pale skin. "I'll tell them that this is punishment for the eraser, yesterday. Naruto started it, certainly, but Sakura seemed inordinately pleased when it hit me, and Sasuke did nothing to prevent the situation."

Iruka sighed and stroked his fingers down his lover's chest, scratching gently at the man's own semen drying flaky just beneath a peaked nipple. "Saved you the trouble of explaining away the white stain on your shirt," he said. "I’d think you’d thank Naruto for it, rather than make him wait around without breakfast."

A single, mask-soft kiss, pressed to his temple, quieted him. "That unintentional benefit alone is what saved Naruto from my temper, 'Ruka," said Kakashi. "Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your student."

Iruka smiled and closed his eyes. "I know," he said. "I trust you."

~*~*~*~

As do I, mused Hokage, sighing and looking away from the content lovers’ image in his crystal ball. I’d not give your precious student to anyone but he who loves you most, Umino.

And somehow, he was fairly certain Iruka knew that, too.

~*~

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