Disclaimer: The character's of Naruto do not belong to me.
Pairing: KakaIru
Warnings: Yaoi
A/N: I wrote this a few years back and I've actually forgot about it,...until now. With Revises, of course. xDD




That night, while walking home, Kakashi caught sight of the dolphin teacher.

"At Heaven's Door"
Or Formerly, "Heaven Which Is Close To We"
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Kakashi's hot breath tickled Iruka's ear as he was lead into his apartment. The key Iruka used to open the door, slipped free from his icy fingers, as Kakashi's gloved hand hitched up his patience vest and caressed the white clammy skin found underneath his long-sleeved navy-blue shirt.

As for the umbrella that was in Iruka's other hand, Kakashi grasped it and pried it loose from his curled fingers.

Iruka couldn't help but frown amidst the sexual heat and amongst the stolen kisses, as it was thrown to the floor, without so much of a care.

After all, that seeminglessly insignificant umbrella may have meant nothing to Kakashi, but to him, it had been a thoughtful gift given to him from Naruto, while he still attended the Ninja Academy as his student. Until the day had came and Naruto finally graduated from the Academy to become a genin, along with Sasuke and Sakura, as this man's first pupils.

Later, Iruka will have to reprimand Kakashi-san for doing such a unthinkable thing but not at this time, unless he'd wish to lose this moment.

As they made their way through the other rooms of his apartment, Iruka thought his own panting was loud to his ears.

Stumbling over clumsy feet, Iruka tried to keep up with Kakashi's pace as he was guided insistently to his bedroom by the silver-grey haired jounin.

Stopping right outside his doorway, Iruka couldn't help but cry out in surprise pain, as he was pushed up against the hallway wall, opposite of his bedroom door.

Pain that transmitted from his back washed over him and Iruka had to hold his palm over his mouth to silent his outward cry from Kakashi's attention. All the while, as the muscles in his back spasmed and trembled from the ripple of electricity that traveled into the nerve endings of his still over sensitive back wound.

A wound he received two days prior protecting Naruto from Mizuki, his former assistance at the Ninja Academy. As it threatened to tear open by the callous fingers groping roughly at his backside and spine. Even though the the wound itself wasn't being touched.

Not long after, a seeking tongue coaxed open his mouth to swirl with his own timid tongue.

Accepting it, the worry of the scar on his back, slipped slowly from Iruka's mind.

With both tongues dueling for control, Iruka could see that Kakashi could out last him with no problem at all, so he gradually backed down and allowed Kakashi-san to set the tempo for them.

As he did, Kakashi slowed down to a more sensual kiss. Licking the inside corridors of his mouth that left him wriggling against the older man, his own desire building.

Smiling within the kiss, Iruka noticed a gloved hand come up stealthily to tilt his head back. Deepening their ongoing kiss and quenching a thirst that built between them.

Picking up the pace, Iruka found he was ravaging the older man's mouth, quelling Kakashi-san's need for physical contact.

Iruka sighed from complete content as he tasted the inside contour's of Kakashi-san's mouth. With tastebuds that picked up the unmistakable flavor of pork ramen noodles and pickled vegetables that the man must of had as a late supper before coming to see him.

The intensity of the kiss was soon ruined by the thrusting hips of his aching jounin, as Iruka was drilled relentlessly into the wall by Kakashi's neediness.

Grunting within the kiss, Iruka's own member hardened by Kakashi's thrust and he found it unbearable.

Moving his own waist, Iruka tried to release some of the pent up desire collecting inside of him but he was far ahead, for it to work.

On the verge of coming, Iruka start when a long finger picked at the projection nub on his chest. Stroking it and prodding it into stiffness, as Kakashi distracted him from the heat building in his underpants.

Squirming impatiently, Iruka tried to seek more contact and received it as Kakashi took his other gloved hand and stroked his hip bone with the flat of his thumb and finger.

Iruka soon discovered he was in sensory overload and he tried to break free from being sandwiched between the wall and Kakashi's long body but it was a vain attempt.

With abdominal walls clenching and unclenchin in building excitement, Iruka stood erect as the shell of Kakashi-san's finger decided to trail into more dangerous waters.

Tickling a path that lead to his navel button, then back up to his sternum; where Kakashi's pedicure nail scraped along his quivering flesh in abundance.

Iruka's own hands came up shakily to pull Kakashi-san from his body but no power entered into his grip. Frustrating him to no end yet keeping him stimulated by each touch of fingers that played with his body.

No sooner, white multiple speckles floated in Iruka's vision, warning him he was over-stimulated. Iruka flickered his jet-black eyes nervously to Kakashi's face as his tongue dueled untiringly with the jounin sensei's.

Iruka did not want to end their heartfelt kiss but if they didn't break off soon, his lungs will be too starved of oxygen and he'll pass out without further exploration.

So with not many options to choose from, and because he didn't want that to happen, Iruka wriggled up against Kakashi-san and placed his left hand flat against the older man's chest.

Gaining some leverage to move, Iruka broke their lips apart, with a quick twist of his neck and upper torso.

A stray damp silver-grey lock brushed over his blinking eyelid and Iruka stayed immobilized in Kakashi-san's arm. A bit wearisome that he upset the jounin sensei's feeling with the distanglement of their bodies.

As his fear receded by Kakashi's lack of outrage by his role in the part, Iruka noted dryly that both their chest heaved in this welcomed release.

One of conscious and one not.

"Kakashi-san," tried Iruka, as he called out the jounin sensei's name softly for reassurance purposes. But Iruka soon found he was ignored, as the silver-grey haired man in question, stood half bent over gasping for air.

A thin trail of saliva hanging from his kiss swollen lip.

Sweeping down, Iruka licked the lone trail off Kakashi's bottom lip and succeeded in catching his attention.

Iruka smiled bashfully and rubbed at the scar on his nose with his finger, obviously embarrassed by being caught in the act.

"Iruka,...." gasped Kakashi, reaching up and touching the spot where the school teacher fleetingly touched his lip with his mouth. As though that string of saliva represented the red string of destiny and with that kiss, sealing their unity as an official couple.

Iruka smiled charmingly when his name was called by Kakashi but when he tried to stand up straight so that they were eye to eye, Iruka found that his back twinged in great agony.

Letting out a discouraging groan, Iruka remembered the condition of his back and it dawned on him then that this could not go any further until his scar completely healed.

When Iruka went to convey this fact to Kakashi-san, that was when he felt himself being lift up from off the floor by Kakashi's arm, and hung over his shoulder like a bridesmaid ready for debauncing.

At a loss of what just managed to happen in the few short minutes for him to rethink their objective with the reality of now, Iruka couldn't help but stare at the silver-haired jounin, until realization snapped him from his momentarily dull minded state.

Hitting his fist against Kakashi-san's chest in objection, Iruka learnt the hard way that would do no good for someone at Kakashi's level.

Eye twitching in annoyance by this, Iruka took the moment to scowl at Kakashi's scultped back but by then he was already being brought into his room.

Panic soon motored control over Iruka when he found himself being pushed down onto his mattress, as Kakashi's body came overhanging his.

Clothes were then dispersed by needy fingers, and to Iruka's dismay, he again found Kakashi's hot tongue crawling the cool damp skin left from the storm's wake, along the open canvas of his body.

"Kakashi-san!" hollered Iruka, as he futilely tried to push the older man off of him but failed, "Disengage!" he ordered, his scarred face flushing angrily, as the soldier in him called out.

But as though Kakashi heard neither plea from him, Kakashi continued to fumble Iruka's quivering body. Mistaking Iruka's shivers as upcoming pleasure, as he secretly admiring each twist and turn of hips that twitched under his touch.

Kakashi's lips quirked up devilously as he lapped at each inch of bronze skin that entered his view.

"Stop," commanded Iruka, his voice rough and sad. He cringed by his own hate-filled voice reprimanding the man he loved.

Feeling a sense of loss coming on, Iruka tried to lay pliant under Kakashi's administration's until it was over but he couldn't.

Not with his back hurting so much from the tumbling pain brought on by his wound. As it threatening to crept open by each stretch of skin brought on by Kakashi's movements.

Kakashi took his time in feeling and going over each corner of Iruka's body. Touching, caressing and discovering the young school teacher's body as his Sharingan eye took a memory snapshot of the man spread underneath him in waited anticipation.

So willing and so accepting.

Not ever fussing once or intervening, except for that one time for them to catch their breaths and their bearings.

As Kakashi continued, lost in his own world, as Iruka now realized with demuring spirits, sweat from the tension and uneasiness he felt, began to trickle down his brow and forehead. Landing into his eyes and stinging them with its salty fluids.

Iruka's legs were then pushed up and he clamped his hands over his mouth, as Kakashi went down on him.

Taking his limp member into his hot mouth and sucking on it with full absorption.

With Iruka's back rubbing against the bedsheets, he felt one stitch break loose from under his bandage.

Holding down the guttural moan with his hands, Iruka screamed into his sweated palms as at that very moment, his scrotum was pulled between Kakashi's teeth.

He was dizzy with pain and pleasure. On the verge of passing out, when his sac was dropped and Kakashi began ridiculing the front of his body with his roaming tongue. His gloved hands busily smoothing over the outer curves of his sides to gently tease and caress the open plains of his chest.

Iruka's pulse beat wildly and he moaned behind his hands as he felt himself coming. A pressure that was so unbearable, even for a moment, the pain on his back was forgotten.

As Iruka began to reach completion, Kakashi done something he hadn't expect, swallow him whole.

That was too much for him to handle, even for him.

Iruka came hard in Kakashi's mouth.

His body twitched and twisted as his thighs quivered as he wrapped his legs around Kakashi's sweaty back.

Iruka felt as the rest of the sewn stitches broke under his bandage and knew the sticky substance that he felt trickling down his spine, was his own blood.

Unable to do anything, Iruka concentrated on soaking up the pleasure he received from Kakashi and pulled Kakashi's head from his penis.

Realizing he was still hard as he looked down at the twitching purple head, Iruka knew he had been too quick in his decision.

But with Kakashi starring at him dazed with such love and adoration in his blue-and-sharingan eye, he felt himself succumb right there, with equal devotion.

Bringing Kakashi close to him, Iruka locked his lips together with Kakashi's and tasted his cum in the copy ninja's mouth.

As he wiped Kakashi's submitting mouth with his tongue, Iruka carefully lead Kakashi's gloved hands away from his back.

Iruka laid still as much as he could, prone on his back. Even though Kakashi was draped between his legs like a log lying on top of him, so not to aggravate his reopened wound any further.

It pained Iruka that it came to this. With him making a mess of the sheets with his blood and by constricting Kakashi, so he wouldn't find out what just happen and end up blaming himself for his reopened injury.

'But why stop now, if they were half way through,' thought Iruka to himself, dismissing the danger and just live a little.

Iruka didn't think he was frightened either, anymore. At the thought of passing out, and finding himself in a hospital ward by his own indifference to his health.

He just wanted more of the man he loved.

So, Iruka continued to kiss Kakashi.

Brushing his hand admiringly through Kakashi's silver-grey dishelved locks. He grimaced though, when he realized there had been blood on his hand when he did that and that there was now evidence of it on Kakashi's tuft of hair.

But before Iruka could do anything about it, like wipe it off, Kakashi broke away from their kiss and Iruka grunt back a bite of discomfort when his leg was placed over Kakashi's shoulder. In a position where he would be wide open for Kakashi to do whatever he desired.

Like even enter him.

The next thing Iruka knew, mischief played in Kakashi's mismatched eyes and Iruka wondered what the jounin was planning.

Growing a bit weary, Iruka watched amazed as Kakashi took a small object from the front of his vest pocket into his gloved hand, in a tight fist.

After a teasing moment, Kakashi opened his hand for Iruka to view.

Kakashi chuckled softly as he revealed what he had in mind for the both of them.

Iruka's mind numbed at the very thought but otherwise that small open wheel of skepticism, he showed no outward signs of refusal at Kakashi's idea.

Seeing that Iruka did comply with his plan, Kakashi generously took an amount of cum that was still oozing from the tip of Iruka's penis and coated his two fingers with it.

From there, he took the marble-sized object in his hand and pushed it inside.



To be continued,.....