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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 Nineteen

Kakashi stared down at the hysterical pug, not for the first time wondering if it was too late to teach Pakkun some respect. All but glowering at his laughing dog, he plopped himself down on his bed and absentmindedly rifled through his entire wardrobe for what seemed to be the thousandth time.

Was tonight going to even be a date? It could be, judging from the way Iruka had been looking at him last week when he asked Kakashi out. Had Kakashi not been paying more attention to his bloody arm, he probably would have realized at the time that Iruka was looking at him like a starving man looked at chocolate cake. But it was not until Iruka had vanished with Saki that Kakashi got the distinct feeling that, somewhere in that seemingly innocent mind, Iruka was trying to decide what he would nibble on first. And that sent Kakashi's mind spinning – and it was not entirely confusion that made his mind go blank for hours afterwards. No, the mental image of Iruka and chocolate cake was one that could not be shaken from his head all too easily.

Then again, Iruka could have been truthfully asking out of gratitude for babysitting Saki...

But those were the least of Kakashi's worries. His mind raced much faster than the average person's; he could judge people's intentions in a matter of seconds. He would figure out if Iruka meant tonight to be a date when he finally got himself over to the chuunin's apartment. He had to be able to see if all Iruka felt was gratitude or if it was something else entirely. If he felt like another sensual dessert under that brown gaze, he would definitely have his answer.

Kakashi had always thought Iruka was an odd bird. He raised Naruto single-handedly, for heaven's sake! After all that time, he was bound to have a few screws loose, but nothing could have prepared Kakashi for the real Iruka. Not only was he a pervert when he thought no one was looking, but he was apparently scatterbrained beyond belief and a master at making hardened shinobi feel guilty.

How else could one single chuunin get two of the strongest jounin in the village to come over to Kakashi's apartment the day after he babysat Saki? Not only had Iruka somehow convinced Naruto and Sasuke to come for a visit, but the two young men had, without any prompting on Kakashi's part, stated that they were his slaves for the day. It was like his own personal Christmas that glorious day. Ooh, the blackmail material Kakashi now had on those two! The picture he was able to get of Sasuke in his "uniform" for the day would last him a lifetime. Then again, he might be scarred for life after discovering that Naruto just happened to have a skimpy maid outfit in Sasuke's size...and was very much willing to run home to get it, despite the glares his lover was giving him that would have frozen hell over.

Kakashi had no idea what Iruka had done to get those two so complacent that Sasuke cleaned his entire apartment in a maid's outfit and Naruto gave the entire ninken pack baths while Gai and Kakashi watched the new Icha Icha movie. Whatever it was that Iruka did, Kakashi was in awe of the seemingly nice teacher.

" You're going to be late, baka." Kakashi was pulled from those fond memories at the sound of Pakkun's exasperated tone. No, it wouldn't do to be late to his first date. Ever since Sasuke and Naruto came over the other day, all Kakashi could think about was the message they passed on from Iruka, who apparently had realized a few hours after leaving Kakashi's apartment that he had not given Kakashi a date or time. The message was simple: dinner, Wednesday night at six. And not to be late. It should have been easy enough, since Kakashi could probably find Iruka's apartment in his sleep, he had been there so many times to spend a few hours with Saki.

But tonight was different. Iruka was actually inviting him over. Iruka, the man who was single-handedly raising Saki, the brunet who frightened seasoned jounin into bending to his every whim, and the man who fascinated Kakashi had asked him on a date. And that was why, at five thirty, Kakashi was still in a towel and eyeballing his dog as though Pakkun would magically tell him the answer he had been hoping to hear for the past hour of hysterical laughter on the dog's part.

Because, for all of his confidence in fighting and intelligence both on and off the battlefield, there was one single question that still remained. It was something a few minutes with Iruka would not tell him; it was nothing he could find out through reconnaissance. No jutsu in the world could help him this time. No, this was something that took much more than strategy, intelligence, and a great deal of skill to answer. It took someone with experience.

What the hell did a man wear on a first date?

Kakashi had reread all of his romance novels in search of the answer. Of course, he could not show up at Iruka's in a suit of armor, a loincloth, or any other of the popular outfits the Icha Icha series had contained in them. He had done everything else perfectly. He had gone out and gotten a bottle of sake for Iruka, knowing that the teacher must need it after taking care of Saki. If anyone needed to loosen up with a bit of alcohol, it was the high-strung brunet. He had also ventured into the baby store and gotten the cutest stuffed bear he could find for Saki. He had decided against the flowers, not wanting to look like some love-sick idiot. The same went with the chocolates, the case of condoms, and everything else had somehow made it onto his checklist that he had aptly named Things for First Date.

But nowhere in the realm of smutty romances was there a simple statement on what was appropriate to wear on a first date. Should he wear his customary uniform, since it was what he was almost always seen in? Should he be formal and throw on a kimono. Then again, his kimono had not been dragged out since Asuma and Kurenai's wedding – and Kakashi was certain it had to be covered in dust by now. Would it be appropriate to wear just jeans? What if he wore dress pants? Then there was the shirt!

Glancing over all of his clothes, Kakashi felt a twitch coming on. He had not realized until now – with all of his clothes strewn out across the bed – that he wore very little other than black. Black didn't show bloodstains. If everything was black, it all matched. Kakashi never had to worry about having a color clash with his pale features or the dark material of his mask. But he never realized that his choice in color – or the lack of it – made him look like he was in mourning.

His bed now looked like something that should be part of a funeral it was so covered in black material.

"Just put something on, you idiot. Iruka-sensei is not going to be happy if you can't even make it to his apartment on time," Pakkun finally pointed out with an exasperated sigh. He did not know how it had slipped by him, but he had not noticed until Kakashi summoned him in a panic, that his master had never had a date before. Sex was one thing. Kakashi knew a great deal about that and, from what Pakkun heard through rumors, excelled at it. But the idiot had no idea about relationships, even if it was something as simple as a budding friendship with Iruka.

Grabbing the closest thing to him, Kakashi raced off towards the bathroom, knowing that Pakkun was right. And, if nothing else, he did not want to piss Iruka off. He had learned that much through Naruto and Sasuke's misfortune.

XXX

Iruka hummed to himself as he finished the last of the dusting. Glancing over at Saki, who was currently sprawled out on his favorite blanket on the living room floor, he smiled. That baby was too cute for his own good. Saki had been making that happy little gurgling sound of his for an hour now, as though he somehow knew his father was coming to visit tonight.

Glancing up at the clock, Iruka felt a migraine coming on already. It was a minute to six. He started placing bets with himself on how late Kakashi would be. Iruka had to listen to Naruto's griping for years about how his genin sensei could never be on time. Apparently punctuality was the one thing Kakashi did not excel in.

He shuffled across the living room and picked up Saki, blowing against his round belly, much to the infant's surprise. The resulting squeak of indignation was so cute, Iruka blew on Saski's stomach until the baby dissolved into giggles and squeals.

Iruka would have continued on playing with Saki, but froze when he heard a soft knock on the apartment door. A quick glance at the clock told him the impossible. Iruka blinked several times, wondering if it was some kind of hallucination, but nothing seemed to change the time on the clock. It was exactly six.

Kakashi was on time.

Surely, hell was freezing over. Pigs were flying. Down was up; up was down. Iruka could feel the imbalance caused by Kakashi's timing. If there had not been a second knock, Iruka probably would have continued staring at the clock in confusion, but there was a louder rap against the door that shook him from his flabbergasted state.

Numbly, he made his way to the door and opened it, almost instantly feeling his world righting itself. The pair of beady eyes looking out from the fuzzy face of a teddy bear made much more sense to Iruka than had the notorious Hatake Kakashi been on the other side of the door.

But then the teddy bear moved and Iruka felt his world go off-kilter once again.

Before him was none other than Kakashi, accompanied by the monstrous teddy bear that nearly dwarfed the lanky jounin. It was not just that Kakashi was on time and carrying an adorable stuffed animal that made Iruka's head spin. It may have something to do with the slight flush creeping over the edges of the jounin's mask, though Iruka had the feeling it had much more to do with the outfit Kakashi was wearing.

Iruka had never felt jealous of clothing before. Just a minute ago, he would have thought anyone who admitted to such a thing must be insane. But right now, all he wanted was to swap places with those tight jeans that showed off every lovely inch of Kakashi's lower body as though they were painted on just to save the jounin from being thrown in jail for public indecency. Then again, the skin-tight outfit was one that should never be seen by anyone...other than the chuunin who was currently drooling on his own doorstep.

Yep, Iruka would take one for the team and save everyone else in Konoha from witnessing such a display of sheer, delicious masculinity. He had dedicated his life to serve the village after all. Unknowingly, he began to nod his head at his own patriotic decision.

"Maa...are you going to invite me in?"

Had it not been for the fact he had their son in his arms, Iruka would have probably passed out cold at the deep rumbling of Kakashi's voice. How could someone sound so calm and collected when Iruka was moments away from dropping to his knees and thanking fate for all but throwing Kakashi at him!

Ooh, dropping to his knees sounded like a wonderful idea right now. But there were those pesky neighbors who would be all too happy to report Iruka for indecent exposure and public displays of affection. Then there was the fact he still had Saki in his arms. But if he put Saki to bed...Kakashi would be in the house by then...the neighbors couldn't complain in Iruka waited until then before going on his knees and worshiping the sex-incarnate...

"Iruka-sensei? Iruka?"

It took an actual tap of Kakashi's long fingers against Iruka's cheek to snap the brunet out of the daze he had put himself in. Squeaking in surprise as he pedaled backwards, Iruka blushed a bright crimson as he realized his sexual fantasies had taken over, stomping all over the cool logic everyone thought he possessed.

"I-I...um...six...time...bear...dinner!"

Kakashi could only raise an eyebrow as Saki was all but thrust into his already full arms before Iruka sped off towards the kitchen. Tossing the teddy bear onto the couch so that he could shift Saki into the crook of his elbow, the jounin followed in the brunet's direction at a more sedate pace.

Cursing under his breath, Kakashi wished that he had not relied on Pakkun to help him get dressed. Had he gone with Gai, maybe the laughter would have been contained to under an hour, giving Kakashi enough time to try on more than one outfit. But no, he had wasted all of his precious time trying to stop his pug from laughing at him. So, it was just his luck that the first thing he grabbed was this.

Somehow, he and Pakkun had unearthed the tightest jeans Kakashi had ever seen – and, if he didn't know any better, he would think Pakkun had somehow known to place the jeans right where Kakashi was bound to pick them up in his rush to get to Iruka's on time. As things were, there was no way in hell Kakashi could have spared the time to peel the damned things off and throw on something that had had bought in the last decade and, as such, would be bound to fit him better. But, no, he was stuck with pants he doubted he had even been able to get into as a teenager. There was no way he was scrawny enough to ever find these damn things comfortable.

At least his shirt had been a little bit better, though not by much. Wearing his uniform so much, Kakashi was accustomed to the close fit of spandex across his chest. But cotton dress shirts were another thing entirely. He was afraid if he flexed his arms just right, he was going to shred the shirt. Either that or take out someone's eye as a button popped off. But the only thing good about the shirt was that it was not black. In fact, it was the only red shirt he owned.

Wiggling in an entirely undignified manner, infinitely glad that Iruka was doing something over by the stove and had his back to the jounin, Kakashi tried to stretch the pants out just a tiny bit, but to no avail. Those pants were not moving without the aid of a crowbar and all the butter in Konoha.

God, Gai would have a field day if he knew that Kakashi was going to have to cut himself out of his own pants tonight. Twitching at the thought, Kakashi tried to focus his attention on something other than the lack of blood going to his lower body right now.

Kakashi shifted Saki in his arms as he placed the bottle of sake on the kitchen counter, which – like the rest of Iruka's apartment – was immaculate. Had he not had the evidence in his own arms, Kakashi would have questioned whether or not Iruka was raising a baby. Hell, Kakashi had only himself to take care of and, in the words of Naruto after they cleaned the place, his apartment should have a biohazard symbol on the door.

Glancing around, Kakashi took in the apartment. He had never been in this side of the place. His nightly visits were limited to Saki's nursery and, on occasion, he would poke his head into Iruka's bedroom to make sure the brunet was sleeping. The rest of the apartment was actually exactly what he would have suspected from Iruka. Books lined the shelves, scrolls piled on the end table. Everything was neatly organized by size, color, or whatever other method Iruka had implemented in his obsessive compulsive cleaning. Even the plants were arranged by height on the windowsill!

Gently, he shifted Saki in his arms. Having held the baby so many times, the little brunet's weight was nothing – Kakashi could hold him for hours and his arms would never tire. If anything, he would never want to put Saki down simply because it felt so right to have the cooing infant snuggled in the crook of his elbow. Kakashi could not help but brush the back of his fingers against Saki's round cheek, unsurprised when the baby grabbed his hand with a strength Kakashi had come to adore. Playfully, Kakashi tugged his fingers back, which only made Saki hold onto them even tighter.

Iruka peeked over his shoulder as he stirred the noodles on the stove. Damn, Kakashi was beyond sexy. All he was doing was standing there, but already Iruka could swear the room warmed up by several degrees. Even worse, Kakashi's back was to him, so Iruka could take the time to ogle that glorious, jean-clad behind that put all other butts to shame. Having seen that same backside completely bare, Iruka knew that the jeans were not causing some kind of optical illusion. No, before him – in pants that were like a second skin – was the greatest-looking ass in the world. Perfectly sculpted with the muscle any shinobi would be jealous of, it was a thing of beauty. Then there were those powerful, long legs that seemed to go on for an eternity – and then his back! Topped by broad shoulders, tapering down into the narrowest hips Iruka had ever seen on a man, Kakashi's entire torso was in one word perfection.

Iruka did not realize for a moment that his hand was reaching out, his fingers recalling the feel of that same ass in his tight grip. His nails digging into muscle nearly as solid as rock, trying to match Kakashi's unforgiving rhythm, but with each thrust of those same narrow hips, all of Iruka's strength seemed to be sapped from him as he was taken along for the most pleasurable ride of his life. Quickly, before his hands somehow found their way across the room to Kakashi's beautiful behind, Iruka slapped his own fingers hard enough to stop any unconscious effort to feel up his dinner guest.

Taking a slow, steadying breath, Iruka prayed that the rest of their evening was not so…well, sexually tense on Iruka's part. He had no idea how he would survive sitting through a meal with the man of his dreams.

"I-I hope sukiyaki is alright," Iruka said quietly, doing his best to keep his voice from quivering. Kakashi turned from the window, glancing over at him, and any hopes of keeping his heartbeat steady were crushed. If Iruka did not know any better, he would have sworn his heart stopped completely as he took in the image of Kakashi.

Even in his dark mask, Iruka could see the barest of smiles on the mysterious jounin's face. Somehow, the missing hitai-ate – replaced with a plain black eye patch to cover his Sharingan – made Kakashi's entire face easier to read. Matched with the unfamiliar warmth in his visible eye, Iruka found his heart squeezing uncomfortably. He did not have to think to know that the emotion on Kakashi's face was directed towards the little baby gurgling happily in his arms.

What he wouldn't do to have Kakashi look at him like that!

Damn it – Kakashi cared about Saki! It was obvious to anyone with two eyes and a brain, but why the hell did he keep denying he was Saki's father? It couldn't be anything having to do with responsibility. How could it be when Kakashi happily babysat Saki and still came to visit him every night when he thought Iruka was asleep? It was not a matter of financially supporting a baby – Kakashi was filthy rich. Iruka had caught glimpses of the man's astronomical paychecks; having worked in the Mission Office for so many years, it was inevitable. What could it be then? Did he really hate Iruka – or, more precisely Keiko – that much that he would deny any part in making Saki? But that did not seem like Kakashi either. He was responsible when he wanted to be; he was loyal and trustworthy. He spent every night watching over Saki – spending every moment possible with the baby who had captured both of their hearts. What could be pushing Kakashi away from them then?

Trying to hide his blush with a strategic glance back at their dinner, Iruka gnawed on his lower lip to keep himself from saying or doing anything he would regret. Tonight was not about making Kakashi see that Saki was his. Truthfully, Iruka had no idea what possessed him to invite Kakashi over. It was not entirely unfulfilled desire, since Iruka had no intentions of sleeping with Kakashi tonight. It was something Iruka could not put into words, but the best he could come up with was that he wanted to get to know Kakashi. He owed Saki that much.

Knowing Kakashi was sexy as hell – with or without clothes on – was certainly not how Iruka wanted to describe Saki's father to him when he was older. Similarly, he would never be able to tell his son that Kakashi was downright fantastic in bed. But how else could he describe Kakashi? Everyone knew him to be a powerful shinobi. He was loyal; he was brave. But no one really knew him. They knew the side of Kakashi when he had his hitai ate on. Would Saki want to hear about that part of his father? Or would he want to hear how Kakashi would sneak into watch him sleep or play with him while Iruka slept? Would he ask why his father would look at him with such love and adoration, but refuse to accept him as his own?

"Sukiyaki?" Kakashi repeated in wonder. Being someone who burned water in order to make a cup of ramen, he was sufficiently amazed – and more than a little turned on – by the knowledge that Iruka could cook. It brought to mind so many naughty ideas of putting the dark-skinned chuunin in nothing but an apron. Thankful his mask covered his warm cheeks, Kakashi nodded his head in response to Iruka's question. Coughing a few times to clear his throat, the jounin somehow found the nerve to strike up a conversation with the teacher. "How did you find the time to cook and clean with Saki here?"

"Oh, Sasuke and Saki went out shopping today." Iruka was never so thankful for idle conversation. Glancing over at the pile of newly purchased bottles, pacifiers, and other items Sasuke deemed necessary, Iruka felt a twitch coming on. His brothers were wealthy, yes, but Iruka was starting to run out of places to put all of Saki's things. Just this week alone, Sasuke had bought enough toys to open his own baby store.

"Naruto stayed and helped me clean. It was their way of apologizing for last week," Iruka added as he returned his attention to the jounin eyeing him. Adding a smile that had struck fear into the two young shinobi, Iruka knew that Kakashi must be well aware why the couple had shown up at his apartment last week. All it took was a teary eye, a look of mistrust, and a comment or two and those two were all but falling over themselves to help him – and, in effect, being at his beck and call. Sending them over to Kakashi was the least Iruka could do to make up for his hectic day of babysitting.

"Maa, you have to teach me how to do that. Hell, Ibiki might want to learn too. I've never seen a shinobi so cowed before," Kakashi replied with a snort. Having just witnessed Iruka's misleadingly sweet smile, he could only imagine how easy it would be for the brunet to convince shinobi that they should do whatever he suggested.

With just that single smile, Kakashi found himself hooked. He was fascinated by the teacher and, despite his painfully tight pants, he was willing to endure it to get to know Saki's adoptive father better.

XXX

Mulling over his last cup of sake, Iruka shook his head to rid it of its fuzziness. Damn, Kakashi had good taste when it came to alcohol. Just like everything else about the jounin. He had wonderful taste in clothing – as Iruka's libido could attest to. His sense of humor, his interests, his thoughts concerning politics – all of it was so shockingly similar to Iruka's own, the brunet found himself discovering not only a mysterious shinobi or a fantastic lover in Kakashi, but someone he would be more than willing to have counted among his friends.

"Maa, I should be going," Kakashi said regretfully once he drained the last drops of sake from his own cup. He had stayed far longer than he had originally planned on. His waist was screaming at the tightness of his pants, which only got worse after Iruka's delicious meal. He had never eaten that much, always rushing through meals so that no one would catch a glimpse of his face. But it was different with Iruka. The brunet kept his eyes glued on his own dish of sukiyaki, keeping to his unspoken promise not to let his curiosity get the better of him and look. For the first time in many years, Kakashi ate dinner with someone and was able to actually taste his food.

Shifting in his chair uncomfortably, Kakashi prayed that he would be able to stand without tearing his pants. He could only imagine that would ruin his reputation in Iruka's eyes. Then again, the way he caught the brunet glancing over at him throughout the evening, he had the feeling Iruka would not mind terribly if he caught a glimpse of skin.

Blushing at the thought of baring his ass to a man he was just getting to know, Kakashi bowed his head. He should not be embarrassed; how many times had he gone to bed with someone he had only just met? How many times had he not even known his or her name? But something was different with Iruka. Maybe it was the tiny baby that Kakashi had put down in his crib only an hour ago. Perhaps it was Iruka's uncanny similarities to his dead cousin. Whatever it was, Kakashi wanted to get to know the teacher better before he took Iruka as a lover.

And he was bound and determined to do just that – in time.

Dinner was hell, sitting right across from Iruka and watching him eat. Seeing that pink tongue of his dart out and lick his lips in what was not meant to be seductively, but it had turned Kakashi on to the point that, had he had blood flowing to his lower body, he would have had the worst erection of his life. And that was saying something.

Before Iruka somehow conned him into spending a few more hours, Kakashi got up and moved towards the front door. He had been tricked once by helping do dishes. He had been stalled when Iruka asked him to put Saki to bed. He had even been sucked into finishing the bottle of sake once Saki was asleep. But this was it. If he didn't leave now, he was going to throw Iruka to the cleaned table and fuck him until the table was destroyed and neither of them could stand.

Just the thought of having Iruka bent over the table as he rammed into him, hearing the brunet moan loudly, begging for more. It was beyond arousing; it was downright sinful how much Kakashi wanted to do just that. But he was enjoying the odd friendship they had struck up tonight. He did not want to ruin that – or his visits with Saki – just for a few hours of what promised to be the best sex of his life. But if Iruka made the first move, Kakashi would be all too happy to indulge the teacher.

Kakashi bit his own tongue to keep himself from groaning at that thought. After several seconds of deep breathing to calm himself back down, the jounin moved to stand without fear of revealing how aroused he was – or how close his pants were to bursting at the seams. He could feel Iruka's hot gaze rake over his body, sending jolts of fiery desire throughout his body. No one ever dared to stare at him so boldly, so appreciatively. So many people seemed afraid of him that Kakashi was not accustomed to Iruka's openly admiring stare.

"L-Let me walk you out," Iruka stammered as he flew out of his own chair, wobbling slightly as the warm sake hit him. Blinking a few times as he prayed Kakashi did not see his knees nearly give out, Iruka tried to clear his head enough to get across the apartment. It would not do to have Kakashi find out that he was a lightweight when it came to alcohol. At least, he apparently became one since having Saki. Then again, he had not had any alcohol in some time, swearing off the stuff after the worst hangover of his life when Anko took him out to celebrate his birthday last year.

Somehow, Iruka got across the apartment, only using the walls twice to steady himself. Thankfully, however, Kakashi was walking in front of him, so the jounin did not witness his alcohol-induced clumsiness. As he watched Kakashi bent over to slip on his boots, Iruka happily stared at the beautiful view the silver-haired man was giving him. Even with his slightly blurred eyesight, Iruka could still fill his gaze with the perfect ass. Before he realized what he was doing, Iruka found himself standing mere inches away from the jounin.

As Kakashi stood to his full height, he turned and nearly backpedaled when he realized how close Iruka was. Instead, he swallowed heavily and found his gaze focusing on the adorable flush of Iruka's cheeks. He knew it was in part due to the alcohol, but there was something else about Iruka's blush. Perhaps it was the calculating look in those chocolate eyes.

It was now or never.

Iruka moved quickly, standing up on the tips of his toes so he could press his lips against Kakashi's cloth-covered ones. The slight roughness of the jounin's mask did nothing to hide the warmth of those lips or the soft gasp of surprise that left Kakashi's mouth. If anything, the mask sent a jolt of sensation down Iruka's body as he recalled the feel of Kakashi's covered lips as they resumed their nocturnal activities in the light of day many months ago. The shocking contrast of that dark mask against the pale column of Kakashi's neck, the feel of the coarse material falling way to the satiny texture of his skin.

Iruka would have taken a step back, blushed at his actions, and otherwise been embarrassed by his uncharacteristic forwardness, but any chance of doing so disappeared as Kakashi wrapped one powerful arm around his waist. Somehow, the jounin moved faster than humanly possible, lifting Iruka up, pressing him against the wall, while simultaneously pulling his mask down so that he could continue their kiss.

This was exactly like their day spent together almost a year ago. It seemed like only yesterday that Iruka was being pressed against another wall as Kakashi ran those large, powerful hands along Iruka's thighs. Those fingertips had scorched Iruka's very skin as they slid underneath the silken material Iruka was wearing. Iruka's flesh had been so fevered; he had not realized his lower body was completely bare until he felt the jounin's fingers grip his ass, lifting him into the air with ease. All Iruka had cared about at that point had been the feel of Kakashi's hardened cock pressed against his groin with no material to separate them. It had not been until quite some time later that Iruka had realized Kakashi had taken him against a wall with his silk dress bunched up around his waist.

And, damn it, it was it wonderful!

Iruka had never been one for spontaneity in the bedroom. He had never been adventurous in his sexual exploits. He had never had a one-night stand. That had all changed in a single day with Kakashi. Not only had their first time together been against a wall in Kakashi's apartment, but they had both been still essentially dressed. Kakashi's vest had been pressed against Iruka's chest, creating a delicious friction as it rubbed against the thin layer of silk covering Iruka's upper body. Iruka's heels had dug into the jounin's backside as his legs tightened around Kakashi's hips. The feel of Kakashi's cock buried in him, filling Iruka so completely – it was unlike anything Iruka had ever felt before, but he kept begging for more as he matched Kakashi's unforgiving pace.

Whimpering softly, Iruka opened his mouth as Kakashi deepened their kiss. Instinctively, the chuunin's eyes closed as his attention became entirely focused of the taste of sweet sake on Kakashi's lips and tongue, the feel of the jounin's lips against his own. He could feel the firmness of the wall against his back and, had the wall not been there, Iruka would have slithered to the ground, unable to hold himself up on his own two legs. Thankfully, there was Kakashi's strong arm around his middle, holding him in place with his feet barely touching the floor.

Iruka did not care that he was being crushed between the infamous shinobi and a wall. All he cared about was the fact Kakashi was kissing him. And, if it was possible, this kiss was the best of his life, even including his night spent at Kakashi's mercy. Feeling Kakashi's strong grip against his neck, Iruka willingly tilted his head back as Kakashi continued to kiss him senseless.

Kakashi groaned as Iruka got over his surprise and started to kiss him back, trying to battle valiantly for dominance, but Kakashi had the upper hand. He had the chuunin pressed against the wall. Their bodies were so close, all it took was a shift of his hips for him to make the chuunin moan. Repeating that small movement, Kakashi relentlessly rocked his hips against Iruka's hardening member. Kakashi knew just how he was driving the brunet insane and, as he felt Iruka's arms wrap around his neck, clinging to his shoulders as though Kakashi was the only thing holding him up, the jounin couldn't find it in himself to care.

Dirty, yes. Underhanded, yes. But when did Kakashi ever claim to play fairly? He continued to tease the brunet, in his own way getting back at Iruka for those innocent licks of his lips throughout dinner. For every glimpse of that pink, wet tongue, Kakashi repaid him a hundred-fold, capturing that same tongue in his mouth, nibbling along those lips that still held a hint of sake and their dinner.

What he wouldn't do to have those same lips whisper the two words he was straining to hear! Just two words, in a pleading tone Kakashi knew no other pair of ears to ever have the luxury of hearing. He wanted Iruka to ask– no, to plead. He wanted just two words before he transported them into Iruka's room and fucked the teacher just like Iruka pleaded him to do. Regretfully, Kakashi released Iruka's lips so that the chuunin could get the chance to beg him for what was bound to be the best sex of either of their lives.

After several gasps for air, harsh sounding in the otherwise silent apartment, Iruka somehow found the sense left to think. It took a few more pants before he could manage speech. Opening his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a single dark eye looking at him with a familiar look. He had seen that eye look at him with such desire once before. Thankfully – or perhaps regretfully – Kakashi's face was so close to his own, Iruka could not see any other of the jounin's features. He had the feeling that, if he was to see the rest of Kakashi's face, he would be caught. A part of him wouldn't mind seeing the proof that the father of his child was impossibly handsome. The rest of him was terrified that he would not be able to do anything to stop the tightness in his chest once he saw Kakashi's entire face. To have the jounin trust him that much meant more than Iruka was willing to admit to.

For that reason, Iruka could not listen to his body, which was screaming for him to continue their kiss until neither of them could remember anything other than one another. There was one thing Iruka could not ignore. He did not want to consider Kakashi's motivations behind kissing him with such passion. Did it have something to do with an actual desire for him – for Iruka? Or was it a twisted version of continuing his relationship with the woman Iruka had been for a single night? Did Kakashi find him desirable because of his uncanny resemblance to his "cousin"?

"G-Goodnight, Kakashi."

Those were definitely not the two words Kakashi was expecting to hear. With just those two words, his arousal deflated and Kakashi found himself lowering Iruka back to the floor. Somehow, he was able to let go of the brunet's middle and take a step back before he returned to kissing the younger man.

Almost as soon as Iruka's body was no longer pressed against his own, the agony of having an erection in skin-tight, unforgiving pants hit him and it was all Kakashi could do to keep himself from falling to the floor and cursing in pain. Instead, he gritted his teeth and found the strength to completely release the brunet and take another step towards the door.

"Thanks for dinner," Kakashi all but gasped, determined not to show Iruka that he was a single second away from throwing Iruka back against the wall and convincing the teacher – through any means necessary – that he would not regret sleeping with Kakashi. Instead, he grasped numbly for his coat and put it on so that he had a reason to turn away from Iruka. In that split second, he tried to reposition his arousal, but his pants gave no quarter. No, short of a miracle or surgical precision with a kunai, the damn things were not going to budge.

"No problem," Iruka replied as he closed his eyes, trying to keep his curious gaze away from the unmasked jounin standing mere feet away from him. Instead, he took deep breaths in hopes of steadying himself, but to no avail. Just being in the same room as Kakashi was enough to send his heart racing.

"'Night, Iruka," Kakashi said as he moved to open the door and make his escape before he passed out from pain or lack of blood to his brain – he wasn't sure which would hit him first, but either way, he was not prepared to lose any dignity he possessed by swooning in front of Iruka.

"I-If you aren't busy…I mean, if you'd like to…" Iruka stammered as he finally brought his gaze up to Kakashi. Instantly, he could see that the jounin had pulled his mask back up. Iruka could only wonder if Kakashi keeping his face covered was instinctual. Did he feel strange with his face bare after wearing his mask so often? Before he lost himself in thought, Iruka continued, "Saki liked spending time with you. If you want, you can babysit whenever you're free…I mean, I plan on going back to the academy soon, but Naruto and Sasuke have their own lives…and I haven't gotten the chance yet to look for a full-time babysitter…but…"

Kakashi felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips. Iruka rambled when he was nervous. It was actually one of the cutest qualities Iruka had in Kakashi's mind. It was so different from other shinobi who could lie and act with ease. Iruka's sincerity and easily-read moods were a refreshing change. Feeling a flush come to his face, Kakashi then realized what Iruka was offering.

Iruka was not asking anything from him. He was not pushing Kakashi into anything. He was offering Kakashi as much time as he wanted with that beautiful baby under the guise of babysitting. He was giving Kakashi the opportunity to be something more to Saki than a shadowy figure who visited only in the dead of night. Whether or not Iruka realized it, he had just given Kakashi the greatest gift of his life.

"I'd like that," Kakashi raced to agree, trying to keep the eagerness from his voice, but failed miserably. To cover up his giddiness, Kakashi fell onto his public facade of boredom. Running a hand through his hair, he forced his lips into something closer to neutrality, but they refused to conform. Instead, the corners of his lips twitched upwards. Never before was Kakashi as happy he wore a mask. "I am free most of the time." He would not tell Iruka that he would happily rearrange his entire schedule just for a few hours with Saki. He would even take off months at a time if Iruka asked it of him. But the kind, considerate teacher would never do that.

"W-well, I was thinking of going in for a few hours starting next week. Nothing too long – maybe just during the mornings on weekdays," Iruka lied through his teeth. Though he did have every intention of one day returning to the academy, he had not thought that far ahead just yet. He was much more concerned about Saki right now. But in just one visit with Kakashi, Iruka had seen how much the jounin adored their child. He was the perfect father, whether or not he realized it yet. If Iruka had to stretch the truth and return to school just a little earlier than he was planning just to that Kakashi got the chance to get to know Saki, then so be it. He desperately wanted Kakashi to be more to his son than a nightly visitor. And Iruka had the feeling that, if he backed Kakashi into a corner and demanded the jounin spend more time with their son, Kakashi would turn back into that harsh, icy man he had been the night Iruka told him about his pregnancy. Whatever it was that made Kakashi so angry over Iruka telling him he was going to be a father, the brunet knew it would take some time before Kakashi was ready to talk to him about it.

But Iruka was willing to wait. And, in the meantime, maybe Kakashi could realize that he really did want to be part of Saki's life.

"Sure…I can pick him up or you drop him off…" Kakashi suggested as he watched Iruka's face flush. Whatever it was that was running through his mind, it was making Iruka smile in a way that made Kakashi's chest constrict oddly. Bowing his head so that he did not have to watch Iruka and feel that strange emotion anymore, Kakashi moved to leave once again.

"Thank you, Kakashi," Iruka said as the jounin walked out. Kakashi glanced back at him, nodding in a final farewell, and then disappeared in a puff of smoke. Leaning against the doorframe for much-needed support, Iruka let out a sigh that, to any spectator, would have sounded like it was filled with longing. And they would have been completely right.

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Kakashi brushed his fingers against Saki's head, reveling in the soft, downy hair that curled around the baby's ears. He could not stop the grin that stretched across his face as he watched the baby sleep. In just a few days, he would be able to spend time with Saki in the light of day. It might not be a perfect arrangement because he would be little more than a babysitter, but it was something Kakashi had never thought possible.

He could not believe his luck. Not only did he get to spend time with Saki tonight, but he had kissed the beautiful brunet, and got the chance to be with Saki for hours every day. Chuckling softly, he bent down and pressed a gentle kiss against the baby's forehead.

"I love you, Saki," he whispered so quietly, there was no way he would wake Iruka up. No one's hearing could pick up that soft declaration from one room over.

What he did not realize was that just one room over Iruka was staring at the baby monitor with misty eyes. For a moment, he could not help but wonder if he had somehow misheard Kakashi, but the warmth in that deep voice could not be explained any other way. Closing his eyes as he continued to listen to the jounin whisper to the baby, Iruka fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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