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All For the Sake of Pleasure	By : Kanemoshi Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 8217 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Seventeen

Iruka let up a silent prayer of thanks as he handed over Saki's diaper bag to Sasuke. Oh, he loved his raven-haired brother even more than Naruto loved ramen at the moment. And that was saying something! The thought of having an entire afternoon free was such a pleasurable one, he shivered happily. Who would have thought Sasuke would have been stupid – er, kind – enough to offer to take Saki for the day?

Before the elite shinobi had a chance to realize his horrible mistake and give the baby back, Iruka was shooing them out the door with a smile and an altogether too energetic "have fun!"

Sagging against the front door, the brunet let up a sigh of sheer relief. It was not that he did not love his son with a fierceness he had never experienced before. No, it was that after taking care of Saki for almost two months without anyone else's help, he needed a few hours to himself. Now that his son was starting to move around, nothing was safe. Already, Saki had mastered his escape from the crib, the playpen, and just about any contraption Iruka could try containing him in. It was only a matter of time before Saki's cute rolling movements turned into fast-paced crawling – and then running! Was it any wonder Iruka had slept, perhaps, eight hours in the past week?

After he figured out that Kakashi was watching Saki at night, Iruka had been able to catch a few more hours of sleep so that he was not simply passing out from exhaustion, but actually sleeping. Other than that one day, however, Iruka never caught Kakashi again and, even if he had, he knew he wouldn't tell the jounin he knew about the visits.

He had the feeling Kakashi was a little skittish, and any hint that his secret had been discovered might send the jounin running.

Quickly, the teacher made a list of everything he needed to do in the few hours Sasuke dealt with his mildly demonic and quite advanced nephew. First was a much needed bath. Other than minute-long showers while Saki slept, Iruka had little time to take care of himself – and that meant soaking for at least an hour to ease his sore muscles.

Rubbing a shoulder, Iruka recalled that he had always thought he was in shape. Saki taught him otherwise. Even though his son was not even fifteen pounds yet, carrying the little squirmy baby around had done wonders for Iruka's back and arms. At first, he had felt like he had been run over. Now, his arms had a definition any shinobi would be jealous of.

After his glorious bath would come a meal that did not consist of formula or mashed foods! The mere thought of "adult" food made Iruka whimper and his mouth water.

Oh, he loved Sasuke. If it wasn't for the fact Naruto was quite possessive, he might just propose to the young jounin!

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Kakashi winced as he held the deep gash on his arm shut. This one was definitely going to leave a nasty scar. Of course, the scarring would be minimal if he sought some professional help. But if he went to the hospital, he would have to deal with Tsunade. Going anywhere near Tsunade meant he would have to explain that he had been so eager to get back to the village that he had not realized he was being followed. One stupid mistake because of his impatience and he nearly lost an arm! And he was not even going to think of his cracked ribs or the mottled bruises that covered a good portion of his body.

No, there was no way he would be able to deal with the Hokage's questioning his negligence. He may just snap and yell at her for sending him on a week-long mission that kept him away from that adorable little baby. She had not given him the chance to refuse when he found out the length of the mission. She would not even consider finding someone else, not without some compelling reason, which Kakashi was not yet prepared to admit to.

Taking a deep breath, the stubborn jounin began stitching the skin back together. Thankfully, it was not the first time he had done so, so his hand no longer shook as he made neat knots stretching across his bicep. As he finished off the last stitch and cut the dark thread with a kunai, he heard a soft knock at his door.

Only one person who knew where he lived would bother knocking. Kakashi quickly picked up his medical kit and put it away before he shuffled towards the door. Unsurprised, he opened it up to a mildly impatient Uchiha. Sasuke just glared at him as he stalked, bringing in a gust of freezing cold air and an overall feel of impending doom. Silently, the young jounin began throwing all of his baggage down in the hallway.

"Naruto finally kicked you out?" Kakashi had to ask as he eyed the bags, not recognizing a single one. Sasuke had slept on his couch every once in a while, so he knew the young man's usual dark pack. None of these were it. No, all of these were light pastel colors with cute, impossibly fuzzy characters with gigantic eyes on them.

It, sadly, did not click in his head until he heard an all too familiar coo come from inside of Sasuke's coat. Kakashi did not even have the chance to turn and look at the ANBU member's oddly squeaking torso before he had something thrust into his arms.

"Naruto and I were called on a mission. He hasn't had breakfast yet – and eats every two hours. Everything is in the bags. Bye."

Before those hurried words even hit Kakashi's ears, the dark haired man was gone in a puff of smoke. The bewildered jounin blinked a few times as he stared at the spot Sasuke had just been standing, then slowly shifted his gaze down to the giggling ball in his arms.

Saki took in Kakashi's face for a moment, obviously not accustomed to seeing the jounin in the light of day. After a moment, recognition crossed those blue eyes and the baby waved his tiny arms in what Kakashi hoped to be excitement.

Either that or gas – the unprepared jounin had no way of knowing.

"Um…" Kakashi simply stared at the baby, feeling his old fear of small children coming back to haunt him. It had eased so much at Iruka's because he knew that, if he couldn't handle anything, Iruka was in the next room and would definitely be able to take care of Saki. All he had to do was escape before Saki let out a loud enough wail to wake up the teacher.

But Iruka was not within hearing distance. Kakashi swallowed heavily as he found himself – for the first time in far too many years to count – at a complete loss as to what to do now. Scratch that, he had never felt this ill-equipped before.

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"Do you think he'll be okay?" Naruto asked worriedly as he studied his boyfriend for any hint that this had been one of his worst ideas. He still didn't believe how easily the Uchiha had gone along with everything – even going as far as to drop Saki off and make up an excuse as to why they couldn't baby-sit. It was too simple, too brilliant. Something had to go wrong – damn Murphy's law.

"He will be fine," Sasuke repeated for the umpteenth time as he rolled his eyes, hoping that this time his words would reassure the blonde man. Just in case everything didn't go as well as planned, he picked up his step as he and Naruto made their escape to the outskirts of the village, far away from their old teacher and the mildly bipolar brunet. "Kakashi wouldn't appreciate hearing that you are more worried about him than Saki."

"I can't help it!" Naruto whined as he spun around so that he was facing his lover. Their noses nearly touched as he continued, "I thought it would be nice for him to get to know his own son. Maybe then, he'll want to marry Iruka, and they'll live happily ever after."

Ever the overoptimistic romantic.

"But Kakashi doesn't know the first thing about babies! I mean, what kind of guy reads Icha Icha Paradise as a bedtime story to a four year old!" Wincing, the two jounin recalled the one time Kurenai had allowed Kakashi to baby-sit. It was no wonder it was the last time he was trusted with little Asuma. "How could he take care of Saki? Does he know how to hold a baby or feed him?...oh, shit…Iruka is going to kill us if he finds out!" Naruto squeaked as he looked into his boyfriend's dark eyes. Sadly, his growing fear was reflected in his powerful lover's eyes.

"Iruka won't find out. We'll go pick up Saki in a few hours, and then bring him back to Iruka. Unless Kakashi slips up, Iruka will have no idea," Sasuke theorized, but his illogical fear of his adopted older brother was not lessened. If Iruka knew they lied about having a mission, he might spout something about shinobi having to be trustworthy. If he discovered they had done so to get Saki's father to baby-sit him, there would be nowhere to hide from Iruka's wrath.

"Y-you're right. Kakashi and Iruka don't talk – so why would he say anything about babysitting Saki?" Naruto whispered, wishing he could get rid of the feeling that something was going to go very, very wrong.

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Kakashi eyed the baby in his arms, who had an identical, confused expression on his chubby face. On Saki, it was far cuter, Kakashi was sure. After a few moments of silently staring down the tiny child, the Copy Ninja let out a chuckle. This was definitely not how he was planning on spending his day, but it was infinitely better than counting the hours before he could sneak over and visit Saki.

Slowly, he shifted the baby in his arms, wincing slightly when he accidentally put all of the baby's weight in his newly stitched right arm. Another awkward, sore movement and Saki was happily cooing in his less pained arm.

"So…breakfast?" The jounin replayed Sasuke's quick message, wishing the raven-haired man had – for once – not been his usual vague self. He had no idea what a baby ate! A few more seconds of thought later, he recalled the bottles Iruka fed Saki before going to bed and frequently throughout the night while Kakashi hid outside until Iruka went back to sleep.

Now, which one of the almost disgustingly cute bags contained the bottles? Able to do little else, Kakashi bent down only to find that he couldn't reach the bags if he wanted to keep Saki safely curled in his arm. No matter which way the elite shinobi twisted, the pastel packs were just out of his reach. Now, how the hell did Iruka manage to take care of Saki by himself?

The genius quickly devised a method which involved creating a clone for slave labor and summoning Pakkun for moral support.

As soon as the pug arrived, he took a quick glance at the baby, then to his flustered master. At that moment, he did the only thing he could do and began laughing hysterically.

"Maa, I didn't call you here to laugh at me," Kakashi grumbled as he gestured for his clone to begin going through the bags. His double quickly discovered the bottles as well as a veritable mountain of diapers and other oddities that Kakashi had no idea what to do with. He had always made himself scarce whenever Saki cried for some other reason than being bored.

Now, however, he wished he had paid more attention to Iruka.

"It looks like you got your hands full," Pakkun let out between nasally chortles. Saki shifted in Kakashi's arms, his blue eyes widening when he saw the dog and he let out a squeal of sheer joy. Immediately, his little hands stretched out, obviously wanting to play with the laughing canine. "Oh, hell no. This is your pup; you take care of him."

For a moment, Kakashi was frozen in place. Your pup. Pakkun had meant it to be that Saki was his responsibility for the time being, but a small part of the jounin could not help but wish it had a deeper meaning. It was far from the first time he desperately wanted Saki to be his, but this time it seemed to have a much stronger impact.

What kind of father would he be when he had no idea what to do? He didn't know how to feed a baby, much less change him or take care of him. All he was apparently good for was entertaining him and getting him to fall asleep. That was what babysitters and relatives were for, not fathers.

"Oi, he's hungry, baka," Pakkun pointed out as he moved closer to the baby trying to squirm his way out of Kakashi's grasp. Having been around for far more years than he cared to admit, Pakkun had been there when Kakashi himself was an infant. It was a while ago, but he still remembered how lost his old master had been at first. The White Fang – much like his son – had no idea what to do. Recently widowed and saddled with a child, Sakumo had begged Pakkun and the rest of the pack for help.

Sakumo had muddled his way through parenthood, though not for lack of trying. He just wasn't a fatherly person – he had been so focused on his shinobi life that he had no idea what do to with the fragile, needy baby. He survived the sleepless nights and near heart-attacks when Kakashi got into his weapon room or decided to climb out on ledges. Through trial and error, he discovered how to feed and change Kakashi with the least amount of mess. Then, as Kakashi grew older and it became obvious he was no ordinary baby, it had only gotten more difficult for his father.

Sakumo had to constantly keep an eye on the curious baby, always questioning what toys Kakashi could play with or ones he would be able to form into weapons in order to stage battles against Pakkun or another ninken. He had to lock away all his books and scrolls; Kakashi learned to read before he was eighteen months old and his father desperately wanted to keep him from knowing the kind of pain and horror that life contained. Not to mention Kakashi took an unusual interest in his collection of romance novels by two years old.

When Kakashi hit four, Sakumo had no other option than to put his son in the academy. It was no surprise that, a year later, Kakashi graduated at the top of his class. Being promoted to chuunin by six was also not that much of a shock for his father. What surprised Sakumo, however, was how Kakashi was still just a little boy.

When it was just Sakumo and Kakashi, the pale-haired boy loved to play games. Shinobi-style hide and go seek was his favorite, which involved advanced jutsu that Kakashi had mastered long before any of his teammates. He loved to play fetch with the ninken, transporting their tennis balls across the village with ease. Despite his obvious intelligence, he was still only a child. He still woke up from nightmares and crawled into his father's bed, nearly scaring the life out of Sakumo more than once. He still had coloring books, stuffed animals, and books his father read to him at bedtime.

He was still a child, but already had the blood of enemies on his tiny hands.

Pakkun watched as Kakashi held the baby in his arms. Even when he was orphaned at eight, then became a jounin at thirteen, Kakashi still was just a child. Now, watching his beloved master take care of a baby he so desperately wanted to be his own, Pakkun could see that the years had not fully destroyed that little boy. With a sigh, the dog knew he had to give a little guidance, but other than that, he would sit back and watch as Kakashi discovered himself by taking care of a little baby who had strangely familiar dark blue eyes.

Pakkun eyed the baby curiously, wondering why he recognized those eyes, though he knew he had never met the baby before. When it finally came to him, he found his jaw dropping as he looked at his master. How could he have forgotten that Kakashi had that same shade eye color when he was young?

Could that Umino woman have been right about who fathered her child?
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