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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 Sixteen

Kakashi gently ran his hand along the baby's tiny back, soothing the brunet before he had the chance to let out the whimper the jounin could sense bubbling up. At the same time, he picked the object up off the floor that Saki had dropped and handed it back to the little boy. Slowly, he glanced down and was met with blue eyes that looked at him with that eerie intelligence he had quickly grown accustomed to.

Saki blinked a few times as he wrinkled his minute nose, then went back to sprawling across the jounin's chest, playing with his reacquired toy. Kakashi could only chuckle quietly, his chest rumbling and making the baby let out a coo of happiness. The little baby seemed to love his laugh, though they were both careful to keep quiet as to not wake the boy's adoptive father up.

Somehow, the baby had understood the need for secrecy. Not once in the past three weeks of watching him had Saki cried out loud enough to wake up the exhausted brunet teacher. No, if anything, Saki was on his best behavior. A part of Kakashi wanted to believe that it was the baby's way of showing that he enjoyed their secretive time together, but the rest of him knew that was ridiculous. No baby so young could understand the complexities of cause and effect, of consequences, and so many other concepts that even Kakashi had some problem comprehending.

The jounin shifted, slowly propping himself up on the plush carpet. Saki let out a squeak of joy as he rolled down the elite shinobi's torso, finally coming to rest on Kakashi's flat abdomen. Lounging on the floor as he was, Kakashi was able to watch the baby as Saki returned to touching the shinobi's hitai-ate. The leaf emblem, deeply engraved into the warm metal, was something that fascinated the baby for hours at a time. Once Kakashi had found that out one of his first nights spent playing with Saki, he happily took off the strip of metal as soon as he stepped into the nursery and gave it to Saki to have fun with.

Kakashi had discovered that he had quite a knack for making Sakumo smile and laugh in that adorable way of his.

Unable to help himself, Kakashi lay back down and lifted Saki into his arms, swinging the baby over his head. The hushed coos of happiness that he was met with were well worth the chances of waking Iruka up. In just over a month since he met Saki, Kakashi had completely lost any hesitation he had felt. No longer did he worry about holding the baby – of somehow harming him. No, he could not hurt Sakumo as much as he could will his heart to stop beating. Something in the past few weeks had changed in him. That paralyzing fear around babies disappeared as he continued his nightly vigils. He somehow taught himself how to gently hold the baby. It had taken a little longer to convince himself that he couldn't drop him – not with his shinobi reflexes.

Saki giggled, his tiny fingers still clutching Kakashi's hitai-ate as he flailed his arms. The jounin lowered the infant and, without warning, blew against Sakumo's round belly. The little raspberry hardly made a sound in comparison to the adorable squeak of indignation that the baby let out.

It was so like Iruka that Kakashi was stunned, frozen as he stared at the baby with wide eyes.

Iruka made that kind of sound when someone dared to embarrass him – something that Kakashi did quite often just to get that same response out of the teacher. He had never seen Keiko have such a reaction. Then again, Saki was not being raised by his mother, but Iruka, so the jounin knew he should not be surprised with the similar mannerisms.

But the pout across Saki's face reminded him so much of Iruka at the moment that Kakashi found himself more confused than he ever had been before. It was positively spooky how much like Iruka – not Keiko – Saki was. Saki had that sweetness and adorable innocence that both Keiko and Iruka possessed. His dark hair was similar to both Umino shinobi. But nothing about him cried just Keiko and not Iruka.

Kakashi furrowed his eyebrows as he laid Saki down on his chest. Was it so odd that so much of Iruka was visible in the baby? Iruka was the one who was there every waking minute. Iruka was the one who had given up everything for Saki. He was the one who could no longer work. He was the one who – despite Kakashi's unsolicited aid – still slept so little.

Despite all of that, there seemed to be some kind of bond between the two brunets that Kakashi could not seem to attribute to constant contact.

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Iruka cracked open an eye when he heard a squeak that, for a brief moment, reminded him of all the times he had a lanky jounin hand in mission reports with far from appropriate cartoons drawn on them. It was the squeak of an insulted Umino. Slowly opening his other eye, the teacher wondered where the squeak had come from. Being still half asleep, he momentarily wondered if it had come from him.

Had he fallen asleep at the Mission Office again?

Propping himself up, he discovered that was not the case, considering he was in his bedroom. Iruka glanced over at the tiny white radio that was emitting a low static, but every once in a while spit out a sound of a very much awake baby. Surprisingly, however, the baby was not crying – no, if anything, Saki was laughing.

Though all the books said that Saki shouldn't begin laughing for another month, there was no other way to describe the adorable sounds coming out of the infant.

Smiling to himself, Iruka was about to go back to sleep and let Saki return to his giggling, but froze when he realized the cause of the baby's amusement. A flicker of chakra in the other room made Iruka's entire body tense. No one was supposed to be here – especially not in Saki's room while Iruka unknowingly slept.

Iruka was about to grab for a kunai and protect his child, but the next sound that he heard made him lose his train of thought. It was a rumbling sound that echoed strangely in Iruka's ears, coming from the nursery and, a fraction of a second later, the white radio on his nightstand. Instantly, that deep voice brought back memories of his one night of downright depraved pleasure. It reminded him of hot, sweating bodies. Of groans and gasps for breath. Of soft curses and even more wicked comments and questions. Of caresses, licks, and bites that stoked a passion Iruka never knew he possessed.

Oh, there was no way he could forget that deep voice.

Recognizing the voice did not help him any in trying to understand why Kakashi's voice was coming from the nursery. Entirely sure he was still sleeping and was caught in some strange dream, Iruka was about to cover his head with a pillow, but heard another rumbling comment from the other room.

"Iruka's waking up…I'll be back tomorrow," he whispered, and then there was the sound of movement. Saki was being put back in his crib, judging from the barely audible creak of the tiny mattress. A mere moment later, there was the squeak of the window, then nothing.

He was gone.

Iruka slowly moved to get up, shaking his head several times as he wondered if he had just been dreaming. He could not have possibly heard Kakashi laughing in the nursery. Hatake Kakashi did not laugh. He especially did not do so in his son's nursery while the baby's other parent slept in the next room. He did not sneak around, racing out as soon as he sensed Iruka was waking up. It defied all logic, but the brunet could not rid himself of the feeling that he had been given a glimpse of a side of the battle-hardened jounin that no one else ever got to see.

Could it be possible that Kakashi did want some kind of part in Sakumo's life? Why else would he "be back tomorrow"? Why the hell would he have even been here in the first place? Iruka furrowed his eyebrows, pursing his lips as he thought back on the past few weeks. Saki had suddenly begun sleeping unusually well. It had gotten to the point that Iruka only woke up once or twice a night, if that.

Two month old babies did not sleep that well – that was what all the books had said, but Iruka brushed it off, considering Saki was very advanced for his young age. Until now, he had never considered the possibility someone else was watching over Saki for those few hours Iruka slept.

For a moment, Iruka could not help but wonder if there was some hope for Kakashi yet.

There was, of course, no hope for him. Glaring down at his quite obvious erection – thanks just to the sound of Kakashi's voice and the debauched memories it invoked – Iruka wished it was not so difficult to pretend. He had to pretend that "Keiko" was dead when she had never actually existed. He had to pretend that his son was only his in name when Saki was his by blood. But, perhaps worst of all, he had to pretend to feel nothing for his baby's father when it was anything but.

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As usual, Kakashi found himself loitering. With little else to do other than wait for Iruka to go to bed tonight, he found himself bored to tears. He could go get a quick mission, he could annoy Gai…he could do a thousand different things, but he still found himself making his way to Sasuke's house.

Maybe the Uchiha could beat his strange thoughts out of him. A good sparring session did not sound like a good idea as tired as he was, but he would do anything to get rid of that odd tightness in his chest.

This morning, he had dared to stay far longer than he should have. He had heard Iruka beginning to wake up and had done nothing for a moment. He had actually considered staying, just to see what Iruka would do. Would Iruka understand that he could not help but want to spend every waking minute with Saki? The fear that he might never be let near Saki again was what made him – for lack of a better term – flee before the teacher was fully conscious.

Forcing his mind to concentrate on anything other than Saki and Iruka, the jounin began to list every jutsu he had copied in chronological order. It was boring as hell, but it served its purpose. By the time he started in on the jutsu he learned at seventeen, he was standing in front of Sasuke's home without any recollection as to how he got there. Blinking a few times, he focused his gaze on the open front door and the very grumpy Uchiha staring at him with a raised eyebrow.

"It is five in the morning – why the hell are you even awake?" Sasuke asked gruffly as he stepped back to let his old sensei into the spacious apartment. The only reason the young man was awake was because he had been reading a book throughout the night. The newly released, two-volume edition of Icha Icha Delights was one he had been unable to put down last night and, needless to say, was the cause of his grogginess and overall short temper.

"Maa…good morning to you too," Kakashi replied, forcing himself to smile at his friend with far more enthusiasm than he felt. Still a little out of it from his detailed listing, the older jounin followed Sasuke into the kitchen and it was a full few seconds of outright staring at the young ANBU member to realize that the young man looked different.

Sadly, it took him quite a while to realize what exactly was perched so primly on Sasuke's nose as the tall Uchiha began making a pot of coffee. Glasses! Sasuke was wearing glasses! It defied all logic, but there he stood, with a pair of black-rimmed spectacles that threatened to slide off of his long nose as he glanced over at Kakashi with a curious look.

"Glasses?" Kakashi whispered in fascination, for a moment all of his thoughts focused on this new tidbit about his young friend. If he was in any way attracted to the Uchiha, he would have pointed out that the raven-haired man was downright sexy with the glasses on. It brought to mind quite naughty teacher fantasies. For far more reasons than the mild discomfort such a comment would bring about in both of them, Kakashi thankfully kept his mouth shut.

The far-sighted ANBU member glowered for a moment, wishing he had remembered he had been wearing his reading glasses when he had answered the door. Kakashi would now mock him for the rest of their lives. Sasuke remained silent, taking out his temper on the unsuspecting coffee. As the kitchen filled with the furious clinking of a metal spoon on a ceramic mug, the Uchiha felt some of his crankiness dissipate. He made his old teacher's coffee just how he knew Kakashi liked it – with enough cream and sugar that it was quite doubtful anyone could even taste that there was coffee in that sweet, milky mixture. Scrunching his nose up as he carried his black coffee and Kakashi's concoction to the small table, the jounin simply sat down and waited until the Copy Ninja explained why he was knocking on his door at such an unusual hour.

"Have you ever regretted being with Naruto?"

Sasuke very nearly dropped his beloved coffee when he heard Kakashi's question. Of all the things to ask, that was certainly not one he had been anticipating from his seemingly emotionless friend. Glancing down at his cup, the jounin did not need a moment's thought to know the answer to that. He loved Naruto – he had no regrets about his feelings for the blonde, but he felt deep remorse for being such a prick to Naruto for all those years. It had taken a sound beating on Naruto's part to make him finally listen.

Unknowingly, Sasuke softly smiled as he recalled how Naruto had to pin him down and scream those three words into his ear for him to finally begin to understand why the stubborn blonde refused to let him turn into the monster he had always believed himself to be.

I LOVE YOU! You ass, I can't live without you, so you better get used to having me follow you because I won't give up!

"Never" was Sasuke's only answer as he looked back up at Kakashi as he shook his head negatively. It was well understood what his one word answer implied – that Naruto was the greatest thing in his life and he would do anything for the young man. If that meant giving up on his childhood dream of rebuilding the Uchiha clan, then so be it. He had a beautiful little nephew that he could downright spoil for the rest of his life. If it meant the strange glances he and his equally powerful lover got when they held hands or cuddled in public…well, Sasuke was not against pummeling anyone who dared look at his blonde with anything other than pride and admiration. Naruto was worth all of it.

Kakashi felt a tug at the corner of his lips when he saw the look on Sasuke's face. It was obvious to anyone who knew Sasuke that this was one of those rare, unguarded moments where he revealed his emotions like a normal person. There was no icy exterior, no cool façade. No – this was the young man who gave up every selfish desire just to stay with Naruto. The young man Kakashi caught smiling to himself was someone who was still very much in love with his boyfriend.

That smile slipped from his face as the younger shinobi looked at his ex-sensei. Sasuke desperately wanted to know why Kakashi was asking. Though the older jounin had few friends and even less relationships of a romantic nature, Kakashi had to have a reason for his line of questioning. Was it possible that his old sensei had done something he regretted? The Uchiha couldn't help but wonder if he should go check on Iruka and see if something had happened between the two. "I regret not telling him how I felt back when we were thirteen..." Sasuke offered up, curiosity getting the better of him.

The reaction he got from Kakashi was not one he had been expecting. Perhaps something on how he was a cradle-robber. Or that long missions would have been quite awkward for Kakashi and Sakura when they knew exactly what their teammates were doing in the other tent. Anything that would have proved Kakashi was an unrepentant pervert. But the understanding in Kakashi's eyes was in no way lewd. The jounin simply nodded his head before he drained his cup of coffee, and then moved to leave.

How could Kakashi possibly understand the kind of regret Sasuke felt every time he whispered endearments into his lover's ear? How many years he had wasted on stupid revenge when he had everything he could possibly want right in front of him! How could Kakashi imagine the pain of looking back and seeing how obvious his love was? How could the Copy Ninja appreciate the agony of knowing how much time Sasuke wasted because he had a problem expressing his emotions? His carefree friend should certainly not understand how hindsight revealed too much.

"What did you want, Kakashi?" Sasuke asked softly, sensing that there was something bothering the older man. It was obvious in the way that Kakashi moved, in how he was being so uncharacteristically quiet. But, most of all, it was visible in his single exposed eye as Kakashi turned to look back at him.

"I'm glad you got a second chance," the Copy Ninja said quietly, his tone implying that he wished he had gotten a similar opportunity. It only took a moment of furrowing his eyebrows for Sasuke to understand Kakashi's sudden change in character.

The realization left the genius Uchiha dumbfounded long after his old teacher left. It was not until an adorably groggy blonde meandered into the kitchen and kissed his cheek that Sasuke snapped out of his gaping.

"Did I hear Kakashi? I thought it was a nightmare…bastard shouldn't ever be up this early," Naruto asked as he sat down next to his lover. He knew Kakashi being here had not been a figment of his imagination. There were two coffee cups on the kitchen table, which screamed that they had already had company. From the way Sasuke clung to one, it was obvious he had already started his daily caffeine consumption. The few, pale drops of liquid left in the other hinted that their secretive, sweet tooth sensei had been here only a little while ago.

Sasuke blinked a few times, finally able to glance over at Naruto.

"Kakashi…he…I…" The Uchiha was, for once, at a loss for words as he looked back down at his mug, then to Naruto in confusion. If it was not for the sympathetic pain in Sasuke's features, the blonde would have been making some kind of raunchy comment that involved one of the two Sharingan wielders being thrown to the table by the other. It was that unfamiliar look that made him remain silent and, instead, brush his fingers against Sasuke's hand.

"He fell in love?" Sasuke whispered questioningly as he tried to wrap his head around that concept. Kakashi didn't love anyone. He saw sex as a release – a means to an end. But he had somehow lost his heart. From the regret he had seen in his masked features, there could only be one person Kakashi could have fallen in love with, but would never have the chance to find out that the great Copy Ninja was theirs.

"Eh? What, did a new Icha Icha book come out? Or did he finally break down and marry Pakkun?" Naruto joked, wishing he could erase the pain in his lover's eyes with humor. His attempts failed when the raven-haired man moved quickly, wrapping him in a tight embrace.

"I love you," Sasuke whispered against his lover's neck, wishing he didn't understand that pain that had Kakashi was undoubtedly feeling. He had nearly lost Naruto – at his own hands. He could only imagine what it would feel like to be helpless to save his lover.

"Erm, I think I missed something…" Naruto cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out what exactly happened during Kakashi's quick visit. Whatever it was, it made it nearly impossible to pry his boyfriend off of him. When he finally succeeded in doing so, Naruto used every ounce of patience he had and waited for Sasuke to explain.

With a sigh, the genius did just that. "Kakashi fell in love with Keiko." The blank look he was rewarded with cried that further explanation was necessary. "He never got to tell her how he felt."

"But Iruka is fine…probably tired as hell taking care of Saki on his own…wait a sec! What do you mean Kakashi fell in love? He can't love Iruka! That's just weird!" It was a strain for Naruto to keep himself from screeching as he started to understand his boyfriend's sudden clinginess. "He doesn't know that Keiko isn't really dead. Wait…why did Kakashi fall for my brother?"

Sasuke did not want to ruin Naruto's rare burst of intelligence, so he simply sat back to see where his lover's racing thoughts were going to take them. This was definitely going to be the most entertaining morning he had had in a while.

"OH HELL NO!"

Apparently Naruto figured it out all on his own. Despite his dark mood, Sasuke had to chuckle at his lover's wide-eyed expression as everything clicked together in the blonde's head. "HE RAPED IRUKA!"

And apparently his stored-up brains ran out far sooner than Sasuke was expecting. Then again, having any conversation with Naruto was a little like jumping down the rabbit hole and hoping for the best. Just his luck, this was one of Naruto's more unintelligible days.

"What the…no!" Sasuke quickly stopped that line of thought before it even started, though he had no idea how it tied into Kakashi falling in love with Iruka's female counterpart. Grabbing Naruto before he could race off and beat their old teacher for some imagined event, the Uchiha quickly pinned him to the floor so that he could make the blonde man listen. "Baka!"

"Oi, let me go! I'm gonna go kill him for hurting Iruka!"

"He didn't hurt Iruka, damn it," Sasuke growled as he used his position on top of Naruto's hips to hold the man down. "That one night, Iruka slept with Kakashi. Kakashi has no idea that Keiko is Iruka!"

"Eh?" Naruto stopped squirming as he looked at his lover, gears slowly beginning to turn in his head. "But that means-"

Sasuke quickly interrupted his lover before Naruto got any more outlandish ideas about Kakashi and Iruka's relationship – or lack thereof. "It means that Saki is Kakashi's son," the jounin said slowly and quietly, not wanting to inform the entire village of such a secret. Any chances of that were quickly dashed as Naruto grasped that concept.

"LET ME GO! I'LL KILL HIM! HE HASN'T EVEN PROPOSED TO IRUKA YET!"

Sasuke rolled his eyes, not even wanting to know how his lover expected Kakashi to make an "honest man" out of Iruka when the silver-haired idiot had no idea he had slept with Iruka. Then there was the fact Kakashi did not even believe Saki was his. Not to mention trying to explain Iruka's voyages into extreme gender modification to the Copy Ninja. No, there would be far too many awkward moments if Naruto was to be released on the unsuspecting Hatake.

The Uchiha let out a sigh of frustration. And he had hoped today would be a relaxing one.
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