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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 Eighteen

It took over an hour – and enough of a mess that a bath was required – but Kakashi finally fed Saki. Once the ordeal known as breakfast was over, the jounin dismissed his clone, but all but begged his loyal dog to stay.

Pakkun could not help but put his front paws up on the bathtub's rim as he watched Kakashi wash the little baby. He was not going to mention how things would be easier if his master had used a sink instead of the entire tub – he was having far too much fun watching Kakashi get soaked from head to foot as Saki flailed and splashed in sheer excitement, squealing happily when he hit the elite shinobi with tidal waves of soapy water.

The pug could not help but remember how much Kakashi loved the water when he was little.

"I wasn't this messy, was I?" Kakashi had to ask after being the recipient of a particularly impressive wave of water. The dog only snorted as he recalled how it was a race to who could say "not it" whenever Kakashi had needed a bath. The White Fang of Konoha and his pack of fearless dogs would rather take on an army of missing nin than give one little genius a bath.

"Probably worse – your father tended to forget to take the shampoo out of your reach," Pakkun replied. Kakashi had actually had impressive accuracy with those bottles, able to hit his father right in the eye from several feet away. "And it is just water, you big baby."

"I hate being wet," Kakashi grumbled as he tried to rake some of his rebellious hair out of his face, but only succeeded in giving Saki a reason to splash him again. The baby giggled at the man who now looked like a drowned rat, and then turned his attention on to Pakkun, who had somehow stayed dry until now.

"OI!" Pakkun flew backwards as he felt water hit him in the nose. His quick reaction did not save him from getting just as soaked as his master. For a moment forgetting that it was a two-month old baby that had taken him by surprise, he growled angrily.

Saki took a moment, glancing from the dog to Kakashi before his lower lip began to quiver.

"Great, look what you did," Kakashi snapped quietly as he lifted Saki out of the warm water, holding the baby against his chest as the little brunet let out a pitiful wail. The soft shriek made Pakkun's sensitive ears ring and, with a quiet whine, the dog tried to cover his ears.

He was starting to remember why he and the rest of the pack hated to take care of Kakashi while he was teething or sick.

"Ow, ow, ow," Pakkun whimpered as he slunk out of the bathroom, quickly followed by Kakashi as the jounin wrapped Saki in a towel that was far too large for the tiny child. After a few minutes of doing his best to shush the baby – trying a few jiggles that had always gotten Asuma to quiet down for his mother – Saki stopped crying, only to begin hiccupping.

"Baka, you scared him," Kakashi grumbled as he gently put Saki down on his bed and had to sift through the fluffy material in order to find the little baby. Finally, Kakashi managed to wrestle Saki out of the towel and, as those blue eyes focused on him, Saki's adorable cries disappeared and the baby giggled.

"By any chance, does bipolar disorder run in the Umino family?" Pakkun jokingly asked he hopped up on the bed and sat down close enough that Saki could reach him. Expecting to have his fur tugged – as Kakashi used to love to do – he was surprised when the little brunet gently patted his paw, then went back to studying Kakashi.

Pakkun's question made the corner of Kakashi's lips quirk up. Saki really did act quite a bit like his adoptive father, including his ability to change his disposition at the drop of a pin. Then again, he always was happy when around Kakashi, so perhaps the jounin shouldn't read into it too much.

Kakashi took a deep breath, wondering why his mind always seemed to pick out the similarities between Iruka and Sakumo. The brunet teacher was Saki's cousin and adoptive father, so their commonalities should be understandable. He just couldn't shake the strange feeling that he was missing something.

Suddenly, his ninken let out a hysterical snort of laughter and it was only moments later that Kakashi understood why.

"What the…?"

"I'm leaving this one to you." Pakkun quickly made his exit before Kakashi could rope him into helping give Saki a second bath, then quickly put a diaper on the baby before he could make a whole new mess for the now twitching jounin to clean up.

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Kakashi fell back onto the couch, throwing an arm over his eyes. Damn, he had thought he was in his prime! But one little energetic baby showed him otherwise. Just five hours with Saki, and already Kakashi was beginning to understand why parents seemed to be more than a little crazy.

So far, he had mastered baths – having given three thus far today, he had learned a great deal from his mistakes. He had also become proficient at feeding Saki without too much of a mess. And, curiosity getting the better of him, he found that formula tasted downright disgusting. Of course, when Saki saw him spit the milk out, he had done the same thing, which resulted in yet another bath, a new diaper, and one more attempt at feeding.

And so their day went.

Finally, after hours of feeding, cleaning, playing and doing just about anything he could think of, Kakashi rejoiced when he saw Saki start to rub his eyes and yawn adorably. Putting the baby to sleep was one thing Kakashi knew well – and was never so thankful for it. The jounin would happily give up his Icha Icha collection if it meant Saki would stay asleep just for a few hours.

He had never wanted sleep so badly in his entire life. Sinking into the couch, Kakashi slowly began drifting off, though still remaining just conscious enough to be able to hear if Saki woke up.

When a whimper rang throughout his apartment not even a second later, Kakashi very nearly let out a cry of his own. How did Iruka do it! All but rolling off the couch, he shuffled into his bedroom. His bleary gaze focused on the baby surrounded by pillows – he did not want Saki rolling off the high mattress, but perhaps making a fort was going a little overboard.

In return, Saki let out a wail that ended in a hiccup as Kakashi picked him up. All but flinging the pillows off his bed, the jounin sprawled out on the large mattress and laid the little brunet on his chest. Within moments, Saki was lulled back to sleep by the rhythmic rise and fall of Kakashi's chest.

It did not take the jounin much longer to follow the baby into slumber.

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"YOU DID WHAT?" Iruka violently shook Naruto by the collar of his shirt until the blonde started to turn more than a little green. Just for good measure, he growled as he released his little brother. His fiery gaze then turned to Sasuke, who had never had bigger eyes.

"I-It was Naruto's idea…" Sasuke quickly ratted out his lover, who immediately looked at him with betrayal. As Naruto's life flashed before his eyes, he began whispering prayers to his ramen god. It was not yet his time – and Sasuke was the one who had foisted Saki off on Kakashi, so he should be given the same death blow!

"Explain." Iruka's hardened glare turned back to Naruto, who was scuttling back against the wall so that he was out of his brother's reach for the moment. A few hours of relaxation had brought Iruka's strength – and temper – back with a vengeance.

"Well…Saki is Kakashi's kid too…s-so he should get the chance to take care of him," Naruto whispered as he looked to Sasuke for help. The raven-haired man could only gulp audibly as Naruto made the horrible mistake of continuing. "Y-You and Kakashi could raise Saki together…," he quickly finished, hoping his words were unintelligible to his brother's ears, but no such luck. The look of absolute murderous intent revealed Iruka was far too accustomed to his nervous rushing of statements.

"Have you lost your mind?" Iruka demanded as he looked to Sasuke – the one considered to be the sane member of the couple. He knew Naruto couldn't help himself, but he would have expected more from the Uchiha genius. What kind of insane tangent had Naruto gone on to get Sasuke to agree to this harebrained plot of his? Iruka did not, however, expect the answer he got from the quiet jounin.

"We just want you to be happy."

Ah, that explained it. Sasuke had been roped into this because he was a hopeless romantic. Instantly, Iruka found himself forgiving the Uchiha simply because Sasuke had seen this as a chance for him to find happiness. His brother-in-law was just far too cute for words sometimes. How could he stay mad at Sasuke after such a sweet comment? Naruto, on the other hand, would not be so lucky.

And to think he had actually come over to his brother's apartment early to save the two young men from his son.

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Surprisingly, it was not difficult to get Sasuke to give him directions to Kakashi's apartment – not once he promised he would spare Naruto in return.

Iruka all but ran up the steps to Kakashi's door, his mind racing with possible things that could have gone wrong in the hours Saki had been unleashed on the silver-haired man. Kakashi may have watched his son at night, but a fully awake Saki was another thing entirely! He could not help but feel sorry for the jounin.

He rapped gently on the door, not wanting to wake Saki up if he was miraculously asleep. When his knock was not answered, he tapped on the door a little louder, but still got no response. Iruka did not hear anything from the apartment, which could either be a wonderful thing or an indication that something was wrong. Since he was unsure which it was, Iruka tried the door and was surprised to find the knob easily turned.

He felt a moment of disbelief. What kind of shinobi would leave his front door unlocked? Then again, what kind of idiot would try breaking into Hatake Kakashi's apartment? Answer: a man who was worried about his son and his son's father.

As he opened the door, Iruka winced – expecting to be attacked by a thousand and one jutsu, blades, and other traps. When nothing came flying at him, he cracked open an eye and glanced around. As his eyes focused on the faintly familiar apartment, he began having flashbacks of that one glorious night.

Ah, he remembered that counter top – and how could he forget the loveseat? Unsurprisingly, the kitchen table they had broken had been replaced. And there was the rug, though Kakashi must have had to get that cleaned after their night together.

Iruka tiptoed through the apartment, his mind filled with his and Kakashi's sexual exploits. As he moved, he searched for the jounin and their son, but did not find them until he reached the last room of the apartment. Gently, he pushed against the bedroom door and was met with, by far, the most adorable sight.

He could not help but smile at the picture before him. Kakashi was stretched out across his bed, and Saki was curled up on the lanky jounin's abdomen. Stepping into the room, Iruka focused on his child, unsurprised to see Saki sucking his thumb in his sleep. Kakashi was just as cute as their son. Never before would Iruka have thought the jounin to look so calm, but there he was. Kakashi did not even shift as the teacher approached the sleeping pair, nor did he react when Iruka sat down on the edge of the bed.

Unable to help himself, Iruka leaned forwards and brushed a few strands of hair away from Kakashi's face and was surprised with the peaceful features he revealed. It took Iruka a few moments to realize why Kakashi looked different. The jounin was not wearing a uniform or any weapon, but that did not make him seem any less powerful. If anything, seeing the deep scar cutting down the left side of his face made Iruka respect him all the more. Seeing the outline of definition underneath a tight-fitting shirt made him recall just how muscular Kakashi truly was.

Absentmindedly, Iruka touched the jounin's soft hair that – for once – was not defying gravity. Those strands were slightly damp, which made Iruka wonder how long Kakashi had been sleeping. A quick glance at Saki told him that the jounin must have discovered for himself how much their son loved to splash in the bathtub. The dark curls that formed a halo around Saki's head were ones that had been cleaned recently.

The realization that Kakashi had given Saki a bath made Iruka's chest tighten. A part of him wished he had been there to watch Kakashi be soaked by their son. The rest of him just wished he had been there to see how gentle Kakashi could be.

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Kakashi slowly woke up and, as he felt a weight on his midsection, he recalled the tiny baby that he had – against all odds and insecurities – taken care of for a day. He couldn't help but inwardly smirk in pride. If only his friends could see him now! They probably would think he had taken a leave of his senses. What kind of hardened jounin would fall asleep with a baby on top of him after having perhaps one of the most tiring days of his life? And what shinobi would find those few hours to be some of the most rewarding he had ever had experienced?

The jounin nearly jerked back when he felt a gentle touch on his forehead. Warm fingers brushed back his hair with such a light caress, he almost wondered if he had imagined it. He opened his eyes just enough to see who had snuck into his room, but not enough to let the intruder know he was awake.

Whatever he had been expecting, it was not the person with such saddened eyes. Kakashi's blurry vision focused on chestnut hair that framed a beautiful tan face and, for a moment, the jounin's heartbeat sped up. He knew that hair and that bronzed skin. But it couldn't be…

Assured he was still asleep, Kakashi took full advantage of his dream. Without warning, he brought a hand up and clasped his fingers around the back of his dark-haired intruder. As she let out a squeak of surprise, he pulled her towards him and crushed his lips against hers. Feeling his mask get in the way, he quickly pulled the piece of material down before he continued ravishing that familiar mouth.

He knew her taste – he had dreamed of her enough that he could never forget that distinctive flavor. He recognized the seductive moan…though it did sound a little deeper than he remembered. Shaking that thought from his head, he dipped his tongue into that hot cavern. He tightened his fingers around her neck, forcing her to bend closer to him. Even in his half-asleep and aroused state, he did not want to move enough to wake Saki up.

With his free hand, Kakashi caressed her side, ever so slowly moving up to her chest. Though that chest seemed to be strangely flat compared to his memories…and, as his fingers trailed down the back of her arm, he found himself finding far more muscle than she had ever had. Actually, he was kind of envious of her definition.

If he didn't know any better…

Even before that thought finished forming in his mind, Kakashi's curious hand dropped down between his trespasser's legs. The hot, hardening flesh he was met with certainly wasn't what he was expecting. As the jounin's sleep-fogged brain began to grasp that the person before him certainly wasn't a she, he froze and was jolted awake.

Who the hell was he kissing if not Keiko? And, if it wasn't Keiko…he wasn't dreaming…

Kakashi quickly broke off the kiss, wrenching his head to the side and quickly pulling his mask back up before his intruder got a glimpse of his face. A few rapid gasps for air and he slowly started to regain intelligent thought. All it took was a glance at the brunet to see the pale scar that was all the more noticeable because of the violent blush across his cheeks.

"Erm…is that how you greet everyone?" Iruka asked breathlessly. He had certainly not been expecting Kakashi to suddenly begin kissing him with all the passion he had missed for the past ten months. He had especially not imagined the jounin would begin groping him, making him far hornier than he ever thought possible.

If it wasn't for the slightly horrified look in Kakashi's eyes and the baby still sleeping on his abdomen, Iruka might have just considered trying to continue that wonderful surprise.

"I-I'm so sorry, Iruka-sensei," Kakashi apologized, blushing vibrantly underneath his mask. How could he tell the teacher that he had mistaken him for his dead cousin? And, sure that he was dreaming about Keiko, he had kissed the teacher with all the love he had felt for her? Having the feeling that explaining himself might be far more awkward than just keeping his mouth shut, Kakashi bit his lower lip to stop any words from escaping.

But, damn, Iruka kissed just like Keiko. He smelled like her, tasted like her – if not for the quite noticeable difference in gender, Kakashi might have remained blissfully ignorant of the fact he had been molesting the wrong Umino. That cold reminder slapped the jounin off-balance. The wrong one…but kissing Iruka had felt so…right.

Iruka bowed his head, wishing Kakashi hadn't apologized. He could not come out and say that there was nothing to that he should regret – not without awkward questions as to why he quite obviously enjoyed having the Copy Ninja kiss him. Scratching his scar, it took Iruka a few moments to regain his composure.

"I…um…thank you for watching Saki," Iruka mumbled, unable to meet Kakashi's gaze. Instead, he studied his son. He had to admit that he was quite surprised that the jounin had been able to handle the energetic baby so well. "Sasuke told me about his mission." It took all his effort to not hiss as he recalled how the two young men had lied to him in hopes of playing matchmakers. If either man was here right now, it would be painfully obvious to them that Kakashi did not care for him at all. No, the jounin liked Saki. Iruka had no idea why when Kakashi had adamantly denied being the baby's father. But how could the Copy Ninja feel anything for someone who he had no idea he had had a child with? The conundrum almost made Iruka's head hurt. He had no idea how Sasuke and Naruto thought this would help. It must be that Sasuke was sucked into Naruto's delusions…

"He kind of sprung it on me," Kakashi replied as he slowly shifted, pulling the sleeping baby into his arms so that he could sit up. For a moment, he forgot about his bad arm and winced as he cradled the little brunet in his newly stitched limb.

Iruka caught the sharp intake of air from the jounin, which made his gaze snap to the older man. All it took was a quick glance over Kakashi's body to see the gruesome line that was only partially covered by his t-shirt. Iruka had to mentally repeat over and over that he did not know Kakashi all that well in order to keep himself from hitting the jounin.

"What happened?" Iruka squeaked in hushed tones as his nimble fingers carefully started rolling up Kakashi's sleeve in order to see the damage. As he lifted the shirt up, he had to gently tug in order to pull it away from the blood-encrusted gash. Iruka winced in empathy when he saw the dark knots over a deep cut. It was obviously a fresh wound from the slow ooze of blood that had soaked the jounin's shirt sleeve and begun drying. Already, the edges of the gash were turning a pink, revealing that it was infected. And, judging from the angle of the stitches and their slight unevenness, Kakashi had been the one sewing his arm back together. What the hell did Saki do that would result in this! About ready to apologize for their son's apparently injurious behavior, Iruka lost his voice when Kakashi spoke first.

"A mission…I was taking care of it when Sasuke dropped Saki off…" Kakashi mumbled as he glanced down at his mangled arm. He hadn't even realized it had reopened and started bleeding. A quick glance at his bed revealed that his comforter was destroyed. There would be no getting that blood out of the pale blue material now.

"And you didn't even bandage it?" Again, Iruka's harsh reprimand was no more than a whisper as he gingerly twisted Kakashi's arm to see the extent of the damage. Having had his fair share of stubborn jounin to contend with from his years in the Mission Office, Iruka was actually quite impressed with Kakashi's medical knowledge. But he had seen quite a few cuts and far too many infections as a result of a shinobi taking care of their injury themselves. For that reason, he eased Saki out of the jounin's arms, placing the baby in the middle of the massive bed, and all but dragged Kakashi into the bathroom.

Without even asking for permission, Iruka rifled through the medicine cabinet and pulled out a container and some cotton. Kakashi immediately recognized the bottle and, for that reason, his eyes widened. Iruka was a sadistic bastard.

Kakashi gritted his teeth as Iruka started to wash his arm with the alcohol. When Iruka's gentle swipes finally reached his wound, he refused to let out a cry of pain as the clear fluid burned in the open wound. He could not, however, stop himself from flinching instinctively. That quick movement sent Iruka flying onto the floor, and Kakashi was afraid he had hurt the teacher.

"Sheesh, you're strong" was the only thing Iruka could grumble as he stood back up and brushed himself off. He had taken care of many a shinobi, so he had actually been prepared for the jerk of Kakashi's arm – he just had forgotten how Kakashi had been able to lift him like he was no heavier than a feather. And then the jounin had done positively inspired things until Iruka was certain he was floating. The mere thought made him shiver before he recalled exactly where he was and what he was doing. No, bad thoughts! Iruka quickly reprimanded himself as he tried to shake those wonderful memories from his head.

Kakashi could only flush as he focused all of his concentration on not throwing Iruka again as the teacher went back to cleaning his arm. Once he was done making sure Kakashi wasn't going to get a horrible infection, Iruka did some more searching through the medical cabinet and quickly bandaged the gash so that the jounin would not forget again.

"There," Iruka said as he looked at his handiwork. He knew it was nothing compared to what an actual medic could do, but what jounin who had stitched his own arm back together would listen to logic and go to the hospital? Hell, what jounin would be reasonable at all? Iruka wondered, not for the first time, if insanity was a requirement to be promoted to jounin. He was never so thankful to have decided to remain a chuunin.

Kakashi glanced down at the white bandage now covering his upper arm and sighed. If he wanted to keep it clean, his blood-stained shirt would have to go. Kakashi slowly stood up and, so that he did not reopen his wound, he awkwardly stripped his shirt off. If he was paying more attention to the brunet, he would have caught the sharp intake of air and soft whimper. He had only caught the gasp, which made him recall that he had been bruised all over.

Iruka had to bite back an outright moan as he watched Kakashi suddenly take his shirt off. God, it was the sexiest thing he had seen in a long time – and entirely cruel, since the attraction was not mutual. Any naughty desires of licking every inch of that beautiful body were quickly quashed when he saw the dark marks scattered across Kakashi's torso.

Iruka, quite literally, had to slap his own hand before he reached out and touched the jounin's mottled skin. Thankfully, Kakashi's back was facing him, so the jounin did not see Iruka battle with himself. After a few moments of selfishly staring – ogling if one was to be honest – Iruka swallowed heavily.

"I got ambushed on my way back to Konoha," the jounin offered up, sure Iruka's silence was due to him trying to picture how Kakashi had been so badly beaten. If only he knew he had a slavering brunet behind him!

"Y-you should have said something to Sasuke. You shouldn't have had to take care of Saki," Iruka replied all the while trying to erase the thought of giving Kakashi a massage from his mind. A part of him wanted to swear it was only to help the obviously aching shinobi – the rest of him just wanted to touch the sex god.

"He didn't give me the chance," Kakashi pointed out, recalling how his young friend had disappeared like a bat out of hell. It took him a moment to realize that his words could be taken offensively, so he rushed to correct himself, "I-I don't mind, though." Running through his day with the little baby, he smiled. "Saki and I had a good time." With that, he turned to look at Iruka and could only raise an eyebrow when he saw the determined expression, mixed with a bright pink tinge, on the teacher's face.

No licking, no touching – definitely no biting! Iruka repeated those words to himself several times over as he tried to rid his mind of all kinds of inspired ideas only to realize that Kakashi was staring at him in amusement. Iruka flushed a deep crimson, sure that the jounin had been speaking to him, but hell if he knew what the Copy Ninja had said. What kind of red-blooded man could think clearly when a half-naked sex incarnation was standing right in front of him!

And he had thought today was going to be relaxing!

An awkward silence descended as Iruka did his best to recall what the hell Kakashi was talking about and the jounin could only imagine what was going through the academy teacher's head to give him that queer, but strangely adorable, blush.

The discomfort disappeared when they heard a soft whimper. Being uninjured, Iruka was the first to reach the bed and scoop the awakening baby into his arms. Though still half-asleep, Saki let out a squeal of sheer joy when he recognized Iruka, having missed the tanned shinobi for the past few hours. Kakashi could only stand in the doorway as he watched the two brunets, a strange tug pulling at his chest when Iruka kissed the top of the baby's head.

"I hope he wasn't too much to handle," Iruka said softly as he finally turned to look at Kakashi, catching a glimpse of an unfamiliar, warm look in the jounin's mismatched eyes. That emotion was quickly removed, replaced by Kakashi's usual mixture of boredom and sarcasm.

"No more than Naruto was the first time we met," Kakashi stated with a bored tone and, despite the dark mask covering the lower half of his face, Iruka knew him to be smirking. The brunet could only raise an eyebrow, well aware that the secretive jounin positively adored his old students. Of course, Iruka was sure of that only because Sasuke, Naruto, and Sakura told him stories of their adventures with the infamous Hatake Kakashi.

From what he gathered from the three young adults, it sounded like Kakashi saw them as family. Flushing slightly, Iruka could only wonder if Kakashi had meant to make that same comparison with Saki. Did something finally click in the genius's mind and he realized that the beautiful baby in Iruka's arms was his?

Strangely, Iruka found himself all but clinging to Saki at that possibility. He did not want to admit it, but he was frightened of how Kakashi would react to the whole truth. He had the feeling that, after disbelief, the jounin would not be too happy to learn he had been used for sex by another man and that their day spent together miraculously resulted in Saki.

Would Kakashi actually crack and show some kind of emotion other than the perversion and humor everyone was accustomed to? Iruka doubted the jounin would show any of the passion and desire he knew him to be capable of. Then again, with that kind of passionate nature locked away all the time, Kakashi was bound to have quite a temper if unleashed. And discovering Iruka had slept with him because of a stupid bet would push any shinobi over the edge. Iruka wouldn't put it past Kakashi to reveal just why he was an unrivaled, feared shinobi. The only thing that might save Iruka from an outright attack that, at the very least, would leave him with broken bones, would be the tiny baby in his arms.

Maybe if he slowly revealed the truth to Kakashi, he would not have to fear for his very life.

Quickly, Iruka put a plan together. Perhaps if Kakashi got to know him better – and was a larger part of Saki's life – Iruka would one day be able to reveal everything to him. Maybe, just maybe, Kakashi would fall in love with Saki as much as Iruka had. And Iruka could only hope that love would keep the jounin from strangling him when he found out the truth.

Iruka revealed to the jounin that he ranted even faster and was more confusing than Naruto when he was nervous.

"W-Would you like to come for dinner some night? I mean, for taking care of Saki and everything. It couldn't have been what you were planning on doing today." For the first time in his life, Iruka tittered nervously. "What am I talking about – of course you weren't planning on having a baby dumped on you. I'll talk to Naruto and Sasuke and tell them not to do it again. I didn't even think they would consider having you babysit him for them! Anyway, um, dinner...I'm on leave right now, so any night is fine with me. But with Saki, I haven't had much time to do anything. The apartment's a mess, so I need to clean and go shopping...and then there are all those bills. And the dishes-"

All it took was a single brush of Kakashi's fingers against Iruka's lips to silence the chuunin. A soft squeak got past Iruka's lips as the brunet looked up, surprised to see Kakashi had somehow moved right in front of him without him noticing. Some shinobi he was. He broke under the smallest amount of pressure – or one very sexy jounin now staring at him with a mixture of amusement and confusion.

"Dinner would be great," Kakashi said with the barest of smiles that, at this close range, Iruka could not only sense, but see clearly underneath the thin cloth covering those lips. Oooh, what he wouldn't do to kiss those lips again! Before Iruka's suddenly sex-craved mind went into overdrive, the brunet stumbled back so that Kakashi's fingers were no longer touching his lips.

Even without that gentle pressure, Iruka's lips tingled as the brunet flushed to an alarming shade of red. His legs felt all too much like jell-o and, before Iruka did something horribly embarrassing like faint from that innocent of a touch, he squeaked out the fastest reply before disappearing with Saki in a poof of smoke.

"I'll see you next week, then."

Kakashi could only blink a few times as the smoke dissipated and those words reached his ears. Did Iruka realize he had not picked an exact day? Judging from the anxiety that Kakashi could all but taste coming from the brunet, probably not. A thought came to his head that made Kakashi grin. Okay, so it was not so much a romantic date, but a way of thanking Kakashi for babysitting. But Kakashi was not blind – he had seen those outright leers Iruka had given him when he thought Kakashi wouldn't notice. Whatever had been going on in Iruka's head, there was a reason he was nervous and Kakashi could only wonder if it was because something far from gratitude had motivated Iruka to ask him to dinner.

Iruka would be a thousand times more nervous if he knew that he was the first person to ever muster up the courage and ask the Copy Ninja out.
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