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Walking Away (Naruto, Kakashi/Iruka)
Walking Away
Author: lillypuff
Characters From: Naruto
Pairing(s): Kakashi/Iruka
Rating: PG-13
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Kakashi/Iruka: held down, tied up, or biting - could have/should have been
Word Count: 611
Warnings: angst, m/m sexuality (not very graphic)
Summary: He’s too far gone to find perfect, too far gone to be perfect for anyone else…
Disclaimer: Naruto doesn’t belong to me. This is most likely a good thing because nothing -- with the exception of man-sex -- would ever get done if it did.
A/N: My thanks once again to
smillaraaq for the wonderful beta. I touched this last so any remaining mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: Naruto doesn’t belong to me. This is most likely a good thing because nothing -- with the exception of man-sex -- would ever get done if it did.
A/N: My thanks once again to
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It could have been different.
Kakashi laughs at the thought. Different? Maybe in another world, another place; somewhere where they weren’t shinobi; somewhere where they hadn’t been trained to kill and lie and hide their emotions from the outside world, and worse, from themselves.
It could have been better.
Kakashi frowns at his inner voice. Better on the whole, maybe. He could have done without the sneaking around, the necessary lies, and the half-hearted attempts to pretend it wasn’t anything more then the need to find a good lay. Thankfully they had both been good at hiding, lying -- denying.
The sex on the other hand had been damned good, especially the first time and no matter how hard he had tried to recreate that passion, that need, he couldn’t. No matter how many times he tried to sneak attack Iruka and pull him into the nearest broom closet or empty office, he couldn’t rekindle that incredible burning desire.
Iruka had been too stunned to protest, too shocked to do anything other then stare when Kakashi had pulled down his mask to reveal a face Iruka had never seen before. It had given him the perfect opportunity to lean in close to the chuunin to smell him, to feel him, to taste his lips. After that, Iruka had seemed to get the hint, snapping out of his daze to reciprocate with lips and tongue and hands.
One second they had been in that brilliantly lit hallway -- Iruka pressed hard against the wall -- and the next they were falling into a graceful heap on the floor of Kakashi’s own dimly lit apartment, courtesy of a few swift hand seals. If Kakashi had been in his right mind, he would have brought them somewhere else, but he hadn’t and he didn’t. There they had fallen with startled groans as their bodies pressed hard against each other while Kakashi moved with all of his practiced grace and speed to pin the chuunin’s wrists above his head with one strong hand.
Iruka had purred and moaned and arched beneath him and Kakashi had answered back with groans of his own as he quickly undid the academy teacher’s uniform with one hand, pushing it open to reveal Iruka’s lightly tanned skin. He hadn’t been able to stop himself after that. He practically assaulted the man beneath him with teeth and lips that wanted nothing more then to devour every inch of Iruka’s perfect body…
Kakashi shakes his head and blinks hard, forcing the memory from his mind’s eye.
It could have been perfect.
No matter how much his inner voice believes it, Kakashi knows that last thought to be false. He’s too far gone to find perfect, too far gone to be perfect for anyone else; but Iruka, he knows, still has a chance. Iruka can still be saved.
For the first time in what seems like hours, Kakashi lets his gaze fall upon Iruka once more. The chuunin is still sleeping soundly, covered only by a thin sheet that doesn’t quite hide the lines and curves of the naked body underneath it. Kakashi commits the sight to memory; what he sees is a kind of peacefulness that he has never known and likely never will.
It shouldn’t be so hard to walk away, Kakashi thinks as he turns and does exactly that, leaving Iruka’s room which still smells lightly of sex and sweat. He has done this before -- to teachers, friends, memories -- maybe not under the same circumstances, but he’s always been the one to walk away.
This shouldn’t have been any different.
It should have been easy; but it wasn’t.
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