Hokage

1. New Beginnings

His ass looked like a peach, a perfectly grown fruit, newly ripe and plucked from the finest tree.

Did I just think that? That is by far the gayest thing I have ever thought in my entire life... And I've thought some pretty iffy things before. 

"Will you stop looking at me like I'm dessert? It's making people stare." Iruka huffed showily, his cheeks a soft pink all the while sending a glare over his shoulder.

"Mah, who cares? You worry too much Iruka." Kakashi drawled the words, still ogling the bent over man.

"And you care too little! We have reputations to uphold, students that look up to us!"

"I don't see any kids, Iruka." Kakashi slowly walked toward him, his lover too focused on his task at hand to notice the distance between them closing.

"I can't believe you let me do that you last night, Iruka-Sensei. What would happen if everyone found out what a pervert you are?" He wrapped his arms around his chest, holding him captive against his body, his limbs tightly binding them together. 

"K-Kakashi! If I had known you would act this way I wouldn't have let you do anything." Iruka's hands grabbed at him, trying to find a weak link in his armor.

"You know I'm stronger than you, Iruka." His face was planted in his neck, his nose teased by the scent of him. It only added more to his arousal, his pelvis slightly pushing forward before inevitably moving away.

"Keep it up and you won't get anything from me tonight!" He still struggled against his bonds, eyes nervously searching for witnesses to the embarrassing affection he was being subjected to.

"Don't be mean. And we both know that's a lie..." Kakashi parted his lips, still inhaling Iruka before planting delicate, moist kisses everywhere his eyes could see. 

"Kakashi-Sensei I was-- " Sakura's soft voice surprised them both, though not enough for him to release his prisoner. "Oh. You're... Busy. I'll um, talk to you later then." Sakura's cheeks were a furious shade, not unlike her neon hair. She hesitated for only a moment before turning away, her eyes still unsure what she was seeing was real.

"You're crazy, an idiot! I'm not entirely sure you have a brain in that head of yours, Kakashi. Let go of me." Iruka forced himself to sound serious, to be serious... Which wasn't easy with Kakashi's ochinchin so near to his sore--!

"You're right. Just being near you makes it impossible to think straight, Iruka. Every time I look at you I can't stop imagining your naked body, glistening with the passion of a whole nights worth of sweat."

"You have the dirtiest mouth, Kakashi. Every word out of your mouth is lewd." He couldn't stop the feelings rushing into his stomach, and even further below. It was a strange mixture of nervous, lovesick butterflies and blood rushing to his most perverted of places. Nobody had ever made him feel that way, not in his whole life.

He sounds like he's reading a script for a romance novel.

Not that that was necessarily a bad thing. "It's your fault, Iruka. Stop looking so... Desirable." Kakashi tightened his arms once more before releasing him, giving in to his pleading at last.

"If you're done with me, I have some work I need to finish... Hokage." Iruka's back was to him, the muscles tense and flexed as he avoided Kakashi's intense gaze.

He stared at Iruka for as long as he possibly could, eyes trailing his masculine body as if to burn the memory into his brain.

He waited until he was almost out of sight before speaking, his voice soft but full of more meaning than he was accustomed to using. "I will never be done with you, Iruka."