Author: cg2006 PM
[kakairu] AU Iruka Umino is a therapist who tries to get through his sessions as peacefully and pleasant as possible, but the inhabitant of the Storage Room Turned Comfy Den makes it not so simple... Lime, implied lemon in chapter two.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Humor - Kakashi H. & Iruka U. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,495 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 07-30-07 - Published: 07-10-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3647990
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Iruka listened to the OCD girl as she talked, but he didn't fully digest all of it. He nodded when necessary and asked small questions while she put all his pencils neatly in order from biggest to smallest. When the clock finally rang to tell them the hour was up, her mom peeked in the door to collect her. She entered and took her daughter by the hand, ready to leave. The little girl waved goodbye to Iruka, who smiled and waved back. The woman thanked him and he followed them out to the door. He watched them walk down the empty halls together and closed the door when they were out of sight. With a sigh, Iruka fell against the door heavily,
Iruka reluctantly entered the room and shut the door behind him. Kakashi remained still, stretched out on the couch. The brunette walked across the room and sat in the small space that Kakashi wasn't occupying.
"Make it quick, I have another client coming in twenty minutes." he grumbled, eyes focused on the television rather than the now-grinning other man.
"Twenty minutes, eh?" He sat up and reached over, wrapping his arms around Iruka and pulling him onto his lap. "I can make that work," he breathed into the therapist's ear as he began to massage his shoulders and neck.
I should probably be worried... Iruka thought as Kakashi's hands moved down his back. The hands stopped massaging and reached around to unbutton Iruka's long sleeved, button up, white shirt. Iruka was about to say something, but Kakashi reminded him that massaging worked better without a shirt to get in the way, and Iruka let him remove his shirt.
"So, Mr. Umino, now that you are starting to feel more relaxed, is there anything you wish to talk about?"
"Yeah. Well, you see- I'm in love with this guy."
"This guy who is a hopeless, flirty couch potato who entertains himself by interfering with my work and making my customers think I'm a raving lunatic."
"Ah, I see. And how does that make you feeel?" Kakashi said in a creamy voice.
Iruka rolled his eyes. Why does everyone think that all we say is 'how does that make you feeeeeeeel'? "It makes me feeel," the brunette drew out the word, playing along, "like maybe I need to give up and go boyfriend hunting in a bar somewhere."
Kakashi purred into Iruka's ear as continued to rub his back, "Well, what could that man you're in love with do to make you feel less like you need to...how did you put it...'go boyfriend hunting in a bar'?"
"Well, he could stop interrupting my job for one."
"Is there anything else?" Iruka felt warm, steady breathing on his neck.
"He could stop leaving inappropriate pictures he calls 'notes' on my desk..."
Kakashi's breathing got closer, and Iruka felt the soft fabric of the mask brush his neck. "Is there anything that man you're in love with could do to make you happier that doesn't involve work?" he hinted as he pulled down his mask and lightly kissed the nape of his 'client's' neck.
"Well, he could stop watching so much TV and emptying my mini-fridge's contents into his stomach every day..." Iruka's voice trailed as Kakashi started sucking on his neck, his hands finding their way to the edge of Iruka's pants.
"He sounds like a real jackass, but there must be a good reason that you love him, right?" Kakashi leaned to the side, letting Iruka slip off his lap and land on the couch, lying on his back. He then proceeded to climb on top of the brunette, who's face was slowly becoming pink. Iruka struggled for words while Kakashi resumed teasing the flesh of his neck.
"Yeah...well...he's a good...masseuse...and..." Iruka stopped talking when he found Kakashi's face hovering just inches from his own.
"And he loves you too, I'm sure." Kakashi lowered his face, allowing their lips to meet. He brushed his tongue against Iruka's lips, and they parted, allowing him to slip his tongue in and explore his lover's mouth. Iruka moaned quietly and lifted his arms to wrap them around Kakashi's back. The silver haired man reached down and tugged playfully on the edge of Iruka's pants.
"Kakashi, I have a client coming!"
"Well, he'll just have to wait, now, won't he?"
oO In Iruka's office...Oo
A tall man shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the yelling from the backroom. His session was supposed to begin five minutes ago, and instead he had five minutes of listening to what sounded like his therapist yelling at somebody about how he had a client waiting.
At least he knows I'm waiting, the man thought. He stared up at the clock. A minute of silence went by and then he heard a loud moan. M-maybe I should just leave...
He rushed out of the room, making sure to tell the receptionist outside that Iruka was busy and shouldn't be bothered by another client for some time...
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