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All For the Sake of Pleasure	By : Kanemoshi Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 8220 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Ten

Sasuke simply rolled his eyes as he listened to his lover rant. It was one of their usual arguments, though they had yet to come to agreement on what they should do. Naruto, as was to be expected from the loving blonde, was ready to give up everything in a moment's notice. Their privacy, their home, their very lives – it was all for the taking.

He, on the other hand, understood the value of privacy. He knew that one could be alone without being lonely. Far too young, he had learned to distinguish between those two terms. He also knew how pride could be a good quality to have, but too much could only lead to pain and suffering.

For those two reasons and many more, he knew he could not smack his lover in his thick head like his hand was itching to do.

"You can't seriously think that he will be able to take care of himself!"

"He is an adult, dobe," Sasuke pointed out with a sigh. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he questioned for the umpteenth time why he had to fall in love with the only person in the world just as stubborn as he was.

"B-but!"

Sasuke focused his gaze on the blonde man only to realize his mistake a moment too late. Seeing watery blue eyes staring at him with a haunting mixture of worry and betrayal, he knew he had lost the argument even before he felt the stab of regret in his chest. Sighing again, he felt his concrete resolve crumble. "Alright, what do you want to do?"

All it took was one quick blink for Naruto's eyes to remove the tears and replace his pitiful expression with one of gleeful victory. Grinning cheekily at his now glowering lover, the blonde swore he heard Sasuke call him something less than polite under his breath.

"Son of a bitch…" the Uchiha grumbled to himself, knowing he was played by the manipulative man he trusted more than anyone in the world. Years ago, he might have felt angry or disgusted with himself, but now he could only bite back a smirk. Naruto knew him better than anyone else, so the blonde jounin knew exactly what to do or say to get his way.

"I love you too," Naruto replied as he wrapped his arms around the taller shinobi and pressed his lips against a pale collar bone. Rewarded with a shiver, he smirked and continued to kiss his lover's sensitive torso and neck.

Needless to say, it was a while before the two discussed their plans about a certain academy teacher.

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"Do you actually know the meaning of a compromise, baka?" Sasuke asked, rubbing his aching temples as he watched his lover pour over piles of blue-shaded pieces of paper.

"Hmm, baby blue eyes or heron blue?" Ignoring the irate Uchiha, Naruto continued to pour over the paint chips, cocking his head to the side as he tried to decide on what shade of blue he liked the most. After three hours, the colors were starting to blur together and he couldn't recall which blues he had preferred and which he had rejected. Of course, he was not going to tell his lover that. He valued his life far too much.

He also liked living so much, he had not revealed the orange strip that was burning a hole in his back pocket as he tried to find the perfect moment to show Sasuke his first choice for the walls.

Sighing, Sasuke tightened his grip on the single paint chip he had chosen. Delicate rose – the one pink that he could stand. It was actually the only shade that didn't make his eyes bleed and remind him of their genin teammate. But Naruto wouldn't hear of it. No, "Leech Baby" was a boy, according to Naruto, so that meant that a nice feminine pink was out of the question. It was almost enough to make Sasuke forget that he loved the man and had given his word to Tsunade, Iruka, and about a half dozen other people that, no matter how annoying his lover became, he would never cause him bodily harm.

But he was getting closer and closer to that thin line. In fact, he was sprinting towards it.

"Do you think that cornflower is too dark?" Naruto asked innocently, not knowing that he was mere moments away from unleashing his lover's deadly temper. Instead, he simply added the paint chip to the discard pile and went back to humming a lullaby he was composing for the baby. Of course, no one knew that the lyrics he had in mind spoke of the glories of ramen. No, that would be a surprise for everyone.

"Again, compromise – do you know the definition?" Sasuke hissed through his clenched teeth. He knew very well Naruto knew what the term meant. The blonde had, after all, negotiated with him. Naruto wanted Iruka to move in with them not just for a while, but permanently. Sasuke knew how much his adopted brother appreciated his independence. Thus, they compromised to create a room for the baby so that Iruka would not have to worry about doing so himself. Already, they had pooled their knowledge together and created a seal across the floor that would work to summon both of them if the baby was ever in any need. Burping, diapers, food – they were willing to be on-call as often as Iruka would let them. But first, they had to show some of their maturity as adults and be able to work on a project together.

Well, maybe maturity was stretching it a little too far.

They had been able to clean out Iruka's guest room with ease, putting all of the furniture and other odds and ends in storage for the teacher. They had been able to rip up the dark carpets that, much like the rest of the man's possessions, were well cared for, but also worn out. That alone was worthy of a medal for patience, Sasuke decided. This, however, was something he had not anticipated them having problems with.

Naruto should just be able to see that Sasuke was right and that they should go with the pink.

Growling softly, the dark-haired jounin performed the fastest Katon of his life and burned the larger blue pile before Naruto realized what he was doing. The elite jounin then turned to do the same to the smaller pile as well, but momentarily froze when he saw his lover's narrowed gaze.

"Those were the ones I liked," Naruto whispered angrily as he glanced over at the charred remains of his paint chips. Not entirely sure if they were in fact ones he liked, the blonde refused to reveal his little white lie as he saw a way to show Sasuke the light. Quickly unfolding his limbs, he stood up and stalked over to the closest wall. As he pulled his favorite shade out of his pocket, he placed it on the smooth surface and, with a kunai from his pouch, tacked it into the wall. "If you don't want to pick a blue, then we are painting the walls orange!"

"Like hell," Sasuke retorted as he moved to pin his own paint chip right next to his lover's. Side by side – blinding, neon orange next to delicate pink – the two colors clashed painfully. "Boy or girl – no child wants their room neon orange other than you."

"Orange is a perfectly acceptable baby color!"

"Only if you want to make their eyes bleed."

"Well, it's much better than pink. What kind of boy wants his room painted pink!"

"She will like pink – and if not, we can repaint it when she gets older."

"Repaint it to orange, you mean?"

"Iruka dropped you on your head when you were a baby, didn't he?"

"Oi! Don't bring Iruka into this. He understood the beauty of all things orange!"

"No, he just didn't want to listen to you whine, usuratonkachi."

"Whine? I'm not whining!"

"Then what are you doing, dobe?"

"Oi, teme, I told you to not call me dobe!"

"But you're acting like one."

"Ice queen."

"Moron."

"Asshole."

"Pain in the ass."

"At least I'm not the one forcing a baby boy to look at pink all the time!"

"I'm saving her eyes from you raping them with your hideous orange."

"It is not hideous!"

With each statement, Naruto's voice increased in volume, whereas Sasuke's remained the same cool tone. His eyes continued to glare daggers in a way that only those who knew him well knew to be an indication of his aggravation.

"Name one person besides you who wears orange and I'll agree to painting the walls orange," Sasuke dared his lover as he moved to pull Naruto's paint chip off the wall before his lover got it into his head to sneak in and paint the room one night while Sasuke was sleeping.

Squinting as he pondered his lover's challenge, Naruto simultaneously thought of what night would be best to come over and paint the nursery so that his lover couldn't argue with his better taste in colors. Finally coming up with an answer, he smirked and moved to rip his lover's pink rectangle off the wall.

"You're buying the orange paint."

"Who?"

"Lee and Gai. They have orange weights."

"I rest my case. We're painting the room pink." With that, Sasuke tore his lover's orange page off of the wall and wadded it up, burning the offensive color with a fireball before the blonde had a chance to make a comeback.

"OOOOOIIII! I named two people! So we paint the room orange!"

"And now I know that only a dobe and two creepy men like orange. I am not exposing our niece to anything the three of you have in common," Sasuke replied as he brushed the small pile of ash from his hand onto his pant leg. So focused on getting every bit of charred remains off of his palm, he didn't realize the danger he was in until it was too late.

Naruto lunged at his lover, easily tackling the older shinobi. Landing on the floor, the blonde struggled to hold the Uchiha down, but Sasuke proved to be harder to restrain than Naruto had expected. The elite jounin easily slipped out of his blonde lover's grasp, flipping Naruto over him and throwing the smaller shinobi across the room.

Never before was either man more thankful for having a completely empty room for their sparring.

With no obstacles in their way, their head-on rushes were not slowed or weakened. They, for once, did not have to worry about destroying furniture, injuring innocent passersby, or blowing up random buildings. By unspoken agreement from many earlier fights, they used no weapons and no jutsu, but that did not stop them from using every ounce of physical strength on one another as they traded blows.

The punches and kicks were painful when they connected, but none were made with injury in mind. They were simply to show dominance in the way the two jounin knew best. Sasuke's speed matched his lover's strength perfectly. Naruto's unpredictability was evened out by his boyfriend's calculating strategies.

There was only one problem to their match: they were used to fighting in much larger, more open spaces.

That fact became evident when, as Naruto rushed forwards to punch his lover in what he saw as a perfect opportunity, Sasuke stepped to the side in order to dodge the attack. Neither man realized until they heard an echoing crack that they had been so close to the wall.

Naruto froze when he realized that the hard material he had hit was not his lover's chest. Blinking a few times, he looked down at his hand and winced when he realized his hand had not simply cracked the wall, but had punched a gigantic hole through the layer of wood and sheetrock.

"Iruka is going to kill me!" Naruto finally squeaked as he slowly pulled his hand out of the hole and cringed as debris fell to the floor. Out of morbid curiosity, he peered through the hole and saw his brother's room. Well, if nothing else, Iruka could check on the baby without ever leaving his own bedroom...

"Baka." Sasuke let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. Naruto obviously had yet to think of the consequences of his remodeling. Sasuke, on the other hand, knew that it would take at least a few days to get carpenters in to look at the hole, another week before they did anything about it, and at least a month before he and Naruto could continue working on the nursery. Having redone several of his own walls from similar accidents, he had quite a bit of experience with this sort of thing.

"M-maybe with a little bit of plaster or something, we could fix that up…" Naruto whispered as he poked the hole, only to watch in fear as another hand-sized section crumbled from his gentle touch.

"I'll get it fixed, but you have to agree on pink," Sasuke replied, trying to hide the satisfaction from his voice, but let a smirk come to his face as he watched his lover try to sweep up some of the remains of the wall, only to turn them into dust in his strong hands.

"Iruka will never know I punched another hole in the wall?"

Sasuke shook his head negatively as he reminded himself to ask his lover later about his prior experience with renovating his brother's home. He took a few steps and wrapped his arms around the blonde's muscular frame and held him for a moment. As a reminder of their earlier sparring match, Sasuke could feel Naruto's chest rapidly rising and falling as he caught his breath and his heart thrummed in adrenaline-driven pleasure.

"If Leech Baby is a boy, he is going to be a very gender-confused kid," Naruto mumbled as he rested his head on his lover's chest. Sasuke raised an eyebrow and, as though he had seen the expression, Naruto snorted. "I saw your little collection of things you've gotten for the baby so far. I have never seen so much pink in my life…"

"Those are supposed to be a surprise, dobe," Sasuke retorted, though he knew better than to try keeping secrets from his overly-curious lover. Naruto must have searched the entire house to find those presents. Tightening his embrace, he pressed his lips against his lover's neck, tasting the saltiness of sweat on his flushed skin.

"Ooooii… we've got work to do – getting the paint, the furniture and-" Naruto was quickly cut off when he felt his lover's tongue press against his throbbing veins, tracing along his neck and jaw line seductively.

"Iruka's at the academy."

"A-and?" Naruto asked as his breathing hitched when Sasuke's tongue found his ear lobe. So focused on what the Uchiha was doing to his ear, the blonde didn't realize until it was too late that the man's hands had been hard at work on another part of his body.

"And I am going to throw you up against every wall in the house and fuck you until you can't stand," Sasuke whispered into his lover's ear as he transported them back home before his lover's pants even had a chance to hit the floor.

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"Come on, Iruka! It's time to get uuuuuuup!" Cracking an eye open at the sound of his brother's energetic whining, Iruka glared at the bright blue orbs mere inches away. He let out a soft huff before turning his head, burying his face back into the soft pillow. "Oi, it's nearly eleven and if you don't get up soon, Sasuke's going to have to eat all the pancakes he made for you!"

The little bastard of a brother was teasing him with a promise of pancakes! Iruka pulled his face out of the pillow and blinked at Naruto a few times, weighing out the chances that Naruto was lying about Sasuke making him those fluffy little pieces of heaven. No, that was too cruel, even for Naruto. Gesturing for his brother to move, Iruka waited until the lanky blonde had scrambled off his bed before trying to push himself up into a sitting position.

"There better be a lot of fruit involved," Iruka replied as he finally got himself up on his elbows. Narrowing his gaze, he waited for Naruto's comment on him reminding the young man of a beached whale, but the nearly daily crack at his increasing size never came. "What, no making fun of the pregnant brother this morning?" He glanced over at the blonde and saw Naruto staring down at his stomach with wide eyes. "It isn't going to eat you," he joked as he slowly slid his legs over the edge of the bed, and all but threw himself off the mattress.

"You are getting big," Naruto whispered as he hesitantly touched the brunet's bare middle. Iruka rolled his eyes, putting up with his brother's curiosity. Usually he was wearing baggy shirts or puffy jackets to hide most of his belly, but he would have thought that the resulting illusion of being smaller wouldn't have worked on someone he lived with. Seeing Naruto's face pale a little, Iruka wondered what had gotten into the jounin now. "You still have a whole three months! You're gonna be gigantic!"

Iruka felt his fingers tighten into a fist as a vein started throbbing at his temple, but he fought the urge to punch his brother for his inconsiderate comment. "How many times do Tsunade and I have to tell you – the baby is going to be big?" His battle with gestational diabetes made sure of that fact. What Tsunade had earlier seen as just a little bit of fluctuating blood sugar had just recently settled at a very high number. Now, not allowed any type of sweets and on enough medications to choke a horse, Iruka was finally starting to feel better, but it still meant the baby was already abnormally large for just six months. It also meant that he had to be very careful until the end of the pregnancy. It meant a great deal of bed rest, that Iruka was already starting to despise.

"Well, yeah, but how much bigger! You might burst before Little Sumo is born!" Naruto pointed out, receiving a powerful jab in his stomach from his brother for his nickname for the baby. Iruka stalked off in the direction of the kitchen, leaving his doubled-over brother to gasp for breath.

"I heard something about pancakes," Iruka announced as he finally waddled his way into the kitchen, chuckling softly when he saw Sasuke already setting out a plate of pancakes. Of course, in keeping with Tsunade's orders, they had no sugar in them and absolutely no syrup was allowed, but Sasuke did wonders with the restricted diet Iruka had to keep to.

"Good morning," Sasuke replied, eyeing Iruka for a moment before going back to the stove. "I told Naruto to let you sleep." The teacher smiled at the Uchiha's statement; Sasuke spoiled him rotten in a way that still somehow kept to the quiet jounin's personality.

"It's okay, I already punched him once for calling the baby 'Little Sumo,'" Iruka said as he sat down at the table, happily digging into his breakfast. After a few moments of companionable silence, Iruka sat back with a sigh. "I need to go over to my apartment and pick up some stuff." Seeing Sasuke starting to open his mouth to, more than likely, say he could get whatever he needed, Iruka raised his hand to stop the jounin. "Tsunade said to rest, not lay in bed all day, so I'm going over to my apartment to get a few things. And considering you are going on a mission next week, and Naruto is going to be in Suna for a few days while you are gone, it'd be better to go now so you two can make sure I don't lift anything heavy, or strain myself, or whatever it is that you think I could possibly do to myself, by getting a few scrolls to pass the time."

Sasuke pursed his lips, wishing his lover was in the kitchen, but he could hear Naruto overhead in Iruka's room – probably rolling on the floor clutching his abdomen. Naruto would be able to think of a quick response that would keep Iruka from his mission for a number of hours, perhaps even a few days if they were lucky.

Being the only one for Iruka to direct his pointed gaze on, Sasuke felt his confidence flail as he tried to think of something – anything – that would keep Iruka from finding out their surprise that they had yet to finish. With his and Naruto's busy schedules, they hadn't had the time to even start doing anything other than clean out the teacher's guest bedroom, and start planning out the nursery they were going to convert it into.

"O-Okay…" Sasuke finally broke under the older man's gaze and bowed his head in defeat. It would have been much better had he and Naruto finished the nursery, but Iruka would still appreciate the thought.

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"Damn it, couldn't you have stalled a few days?" Naruto hissed at Sasuke. They were far enough away from the teacher that Iruka was unaware of the little spat going on between the two. Glancing towards the man – well, man transformed into something that resembled a woman – Sasuke pursed his lips. It had been quite some time since Iruka had entirely removed his jutsu, but anyone with two eyes could see that the teacher was in less physical pain because of the changes in his body structure. He also was having an easier time moving around the village – people didn't gape at a pregnant woman like they would have had they known that Iruka was very much male, despite the curving alterations of his body.

"How?" he asked softly as he glanced over at his miffed lover. As he looked at the blonde, he watched as Naruto's anger dissipated in a matter of moments. He had apologized several times; there was nothing else he could do to stop it. Looking back to the teacher, Sasuke blinked a few times, surprised to see that Iruka was no longer in sight. "Where did he go now?"

"His apartment – he might be big, but he moves fast when he wants to," Naruto replied jokingly as he leaned his shoulder into his lover. Sasuke could only sigh at Naruto's mildly offensive reminders of Iruka's size. Continuing on in comfortable silence, the two reached the teacher's apartment in just a few minutes.

As they walked through the door, Sasuke was attacked. He didn't even get the chance to pull a kunai to defend himself as tan arms wrapped around him and a roundness pressed against his groin.

"Thank you!" It took a moment for the jounin to recognize the feminine voice as Iruka's – or Keiko as they had decided to call Iruka's other side – and the arms tightening their grip around him as belonging to the pregnant teacher. After another second of breathing deeply to settle his rattled nerves – it wasn't often an elite jounin was surprised – Sasuke relaxed enough to wrap his arms around the brunette in his arms.

Glancing over at his lover, they silently tried to figure out what Iruka was going on about now, but neither jounin could figure out what exactly had sent the teacher on his current sniffling fit that was broken up with soft 'thank you's.

"You two didn't have to!" Iruka all but squealed before taking the two by their wrists and dragging them fully into the apartment and down the hallway. When they finally reached the doorway to what had once been a guest room, Sasuke and Naruto understood Iruka's gushing gratitude.

Before them was no longer the room they had gutted only the other week. The walls were no longer covered in pencil marks that had been hastily written down as the two lovers argued over every little detail. The floor was no longer painfully bare. There was no longer a gaping hole in the one wall where Naruto had accidentally punched through to Iruka's own bedroom, as their discussion over paint colors turned heated. Well, there was a hole, but it was now not a small circle, but a rectangle large enough for someone to comfortably walk through.

The two jounin stepped into the room behind Iruka, their eyes taking in the soft, pastel green shade of the walls, the doorway covering up Naruto's clumsiness, but what had gotten their mouths to drop was the rest of the room. In one corner was a little white crib they had been planning on buying the teacher when they had caught Iruka looking at it during one shopping trip. Next to it was a matching chair that rocked backwards as Iruka lowered himself into it.

Other pieces of furniture were littered around the room, along with some of the cutest stuffed animals to exist, but as Sasuke looked around one more time, he caught a glimpse of something that was very off in the lightly-colored room. Moving with lightning-fast speed, he picked up the dark object from its spot behind one of the miniature dressers, and stuffed it into his pocket before either Naruto or Iruka saw it.

"It is amazing," Naruto whispered, still gaping as he studied the room. Sasuke was about to send a warning glance at his lover, but decided it would seem suspicious if he started glaring daggers at the blonde. Hearing Iruka chuckle, the jounin let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't be so modest, Naruto," Iruka joked as he hugged one of the fuzzier teddy bears he had picked up out of the crib. The room wasn't simply amazing – it was perfect. It was even better than he had dreamed. The teacher said as much before he tightly clung to the stuffed animal as a new wave of tears washed over him.

With Iruka's vision blurred by tears, Sasuke moved next to his lover and studied the blonde for a moment, glad that they had learned long ago to read one another's expressions well enough that verbal communication wasn't needed. What they could agree upon was that they should play along with Iruka's assumption that they had been the ones to do all of this, even though they had nothing to do with any of it.

Sasuke's grip on the object, hastily shoved in his pocket, tightened. He knew exactly who'd had a hand in such an amazing renovation.

XXX

"You have paint in your hair."

Kakashi blinked a few times as he looked up from his Icha Icha novel. That was certainly a pick-up line he had never heard before. Studying the young man moving to lean against the tree next to him, the silver-haired jounin couldn't help but see that his old student had changed slightly since the last time he had seen him. He was a bit taller, but at the same time, Kakashi would have sworn he was also a little pudgier.

"And you forgot this," Sasuke added as he slapped something black and hard against Kakashi's arm. Glancing down, the jounin inwardly squealed as he grabbed the plated glove. He had been looking everywhere for that!

As he stuck the glove into his vest, Kakashi studied the raven-haired man to see what Sasuke's opinion of him was this week. It must have been at least four months since he had last spoken to the young jounin, and Kakashi had the sinking feeling it had something to do with a certain pregnant brunette. He had heard the rumor that, while Iruka was away on some mission that no one had any knowledge about, his cousin was staying with Sasuke and Naruto. Thinking about it, Kakashi couldn't remember the last time he had seen the bipolar teacher. It had to have been at least a month or two, perhaps even longer. That was a surprisingly long mission for a chuunin who had no experience, other than as an academy teacher.

"Did she like it?" Kakashi asked quietly as he looked back down at his book. He didn't trust himself to be anywhere near the apartment when she got there – it had been difficult enough to redecorate the room with the constant, nagging reminder that the child wasn't even his.

"Crying for well over an hour. The dobe thought that something was wrong with hi - her." Kakashi glanced over at his old student, wondering momentarily about Sasuke's odd slip, but pushed it to the back of his mind as he bit his lip in thought. Crying could be either very good or very bad. Having dealt with Kurenai years ago, Kakashi knew that it was hard to gauge the mood swings of a pregnant woman. "She loved it," Sasuke clarified softly as he pushed off the tree trunk, letting a hand come to rest on Kakashi's upper arm.

"Are you still angry at me?" Kakashi wondered aloud as he started to flip through the pages of his book, but his complete attention was on the young man. He had been surprised how much it had hurt to have Sasuke distance himself. The Uchiha was the first person in a long time that Kakashi didn't begrudgingly admit to being friends with. He was actually quite glad for the relationship he'd had with the raven-haired man.

"She told me what you said. I won't forgive you for that," Sasuke stated coolly, but did something uncharacteristic and continued, "I count you as a friend, but I will always be on her side. Hurt her again and I will tear you apart."

"You sound like some overprotective brother," Kakashi replied jokingly, but his voice faltered when he saw the hard glare Sasuke directed at him. It didn't have to be said out loud – Sasuke didn't mean he would simply inflict a few injuries, he saw it as his duty to destroy Kakashi if he ever went near the brunette again. The silver-haired jounin nodded his head in understanding. If he was in Sasuke's place, he too would be prepared to commit murder to protect the pregnant beauty from any kind of pain.

XXX

Authoress: Gestational diabetes is usually diagnosed between 24 and 28 weeks (and our favorite teacher is now at 24 whole weeks!). Not only is it dangerous for the mother, but results in big babies.
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