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Keeper
By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes
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A/N: This is a sequal to "Keeper." It's set in the same general timeline as "Need You Now" up until about chapter 9. Past that it doesn't quite fit. This had been a plot bunny that bit me hard and I had to write it out. Need You Now goes a different direction that I think you'll still like. :) It will probably make a lot more sense if you read Need You Now to that point first.

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Iruka had been very grateful that The Bastard had chosen the day he did to get caught. Okay, well, it wasn't likely that he'd gone out of his way to be there and naked� in the middle of sex� with a woman� when Iruka walked in. But it didn't matter. He was just glad it happened when it did.

Because that allowed him to be at the bar moping the night Kakashi and Yamato had come back from their mission. And they'd taken him home. Oh, had they taken him home.

He woke the next morning convinced for a solid ten minutes that he was either dreaming or crazy. It had simply not been possible that he could have had one of his biggest fantasies come true. Not in a hundred years.

But eventually, his rational mind asserted that he had, in fact, been fucked within an inch of his life by the two people he'd been lusting after for quite a long time. And at the same time. When rationality had taken hold, he'd nearly died of embarrassment when he thought of how much they had done the night before. He'd slid under the covers in mortification at that point only to be chased by them both.

They'd taking their time arousing him again, and somewhere along the way, they all got lost in each other, having sex again. And again. They'd ended up staying in bed for the better part of the morning, only getting up once to shower before going right back to bed. Iruka had been exceedingly grateful that it was a weekend.

It wasn't until they were curled around each other again, this time both he and Kakashi laying tucked up against Yamato that they heard the first stomach grumbling. It was Yamato who blushed. "Sorry."

Iruka grinned and looked over him at Kakashi. "I think he's hungry."

Kakashi nodded. "So am I. Can you honestly tell me you aren't?"

Iruka would have tried to play it off if his hadn't rumbled just then. "I guess that's a yes."

"Well, then, I think we need to go make some food." Kakashi said, rolling out of bed. He made a face. "Ugh, shower first."

It was only by virtue of the fact that the water wouldn't last that kept it from devolving too much. They'd learned that lesson after the first shower they'd had together the night before. The water heater was not made to accommodate a shower for three people. As they'd scrubbed, Iruka had been surprised by the conversation.

"We might need to get a bigger water heater." Yamato said casually as he rinsed his hair. "We seem to be running out."

Iruka wanted to point out that it was because they had an extra person, but he didn't get a chance. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, Kakashi said, "wouldn't be a bad idea. We might be able to just turn it up, but I like the option of us all being able to take a nice� long� shower."

He'd stared at Kakashi for a moment before taking the shampoo from Yamato, closing his eyes and covering his own hair in it. He refused to believe they were planning on him taking a lot more showers there with them. That just wasn't possible.

They finally climbed out of the shower and Iruka was embarrassed to discover that his clothes were literally spread from the living room into the bedroom. And that, somehow, his pants button was missing. "How�?" He stared at them, his eyebrow twitching.

Yamato chuckled. "I must have been a little overzealous last night. Sorry about that," he said, though he didn't really look sorry. Iruka blushed at that. He remembered distinctly the moment he'd taken his pants off of him. And the subsequent comment about his choice of underwear. "Come on, you can wear a pair of my sweats." He chuckled again and dropped a kiss on Iruka's cheek.

Iruka stared at his pants for another moment before turning to follow the older man to his dresser. "I should probably just go, anyway." He said, blushing. He didn't want to, far from it, but he was afraid he'd already overstayed his welcome. They weren't acting like he should go, but this was completely new territory for him. He just had no idea how to handle it.

Yamato looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Why?"

Iruka blinked. "Well, I mean�" he started, but had no idea what to really say. "Um�" he nearly stammered and shut his mouth instead. Because you've fucked me and it's usually time to go after that? Instead, Iruka said nothing.

Yamato waited a moment, then turned to Kakashi. "Hey, do we want him to go?"

"Hell no. We haven't even eaten yet." Kakashi said, pulling his own clothes out of the dresser.

"There you go. Come on, let me get you those pants." They went back over to the huge dresser and he handed him the promised sweats and a shirt. When the teacher just raised an eyebrow, he shrugged. "No point in putting a dirty shirt on." Iruka hesitated another few seconds, then took it and turned to dress. He really didn't know what to make of this. He'd certainly awakened once or twice next to one night stands before though those had been fairly rare. However, they'd never lasted anything like this long. Hell, it was rare to wake up next to one instead of dressing and simply going home after sex. Shaking his head at himself, he concentrated on the tie on the pants instead.

Finally clothed, they headed out to the kitchen and that's when Iruka discovered Yamato was useless when it came to cooking. He didn't laugh because it had taken him a long time to learn himself. So he and Kakashi had kicked him out and they'd worked together to make the food.

Yamato had taken himself off to clean up and air out the bedroom instead. Iruka couldn't help but laugh when he was told of Kakashi's disastrous attempts at laundry. Kakashi just glared at him. The teacher shook his head. "If you just read the directions� I know you know how to read�" Iruka let it trail off, but laughed even harder at the deepened scowl. Yamato chuckled and headed into the bedroom and the other two turned back to their cooking.

It was really, really nice to cook with him. He found that, once he learned where everything was, they worked really well together in there, passing ingredients or utensils or whatever with very few words needed. And they'd only gotten distracted once when Kakashi had leaned down and kissed him silly.

He'd caught Iruka by surprise, covering his mouth with his own. Iruka dropped the knife he'd been holding and wrapped his arms around Kakashi's neck. The copy nin's arms slid around his back as their mouths opened and the kiss deepened. When they broke apart, the older man grinned at him, and Iruka felt like he'd completely gone blank.

He'd stopped what he was doing entirely -- chopping vegetables -- to just stare into space, his fingers on his lips. It was true that Yamato was the undisputed talent when it came to mouths, but Kakashi could kiss. It took him two solid minutes to get his brain back to normal function again.

It wasn't until he'd heard the whispered, "God, I love the way you kiss," that he could move again. Iruka glanced over at him, blinking. Even after looking at that face for a good sixteen or so hours, it messed with him to just be able to see it. It was crazy, it shouldn't have, but it still did. The man should wear a mask. It should be illegal to be that good looking. "Are you okay?" Kakashi asked.

He cleared his throat, tried to surreptitiously adjust himself, blushed and turned back to the vegetables, cutting the last few. "I'm fine. Sorry. Are you ready for these?"

Kakashi didn't answer right away and he glanced back up. The copy nin was watching him work and Iruka blushed even worse. He hated how easily he did that, at least around this man. He raised his eyebrows at him, but Kakashi just shook his head with a smile. "You know, Yamato and I spent a very long time not talking to each other," he began conversationally. "Must be a male thing, but we dodged every major question that couples get presented with." He waved a hand at the pan and Iruka scraped the vegetables into the steamer basket.

He was grateful for the excuse to turn toward the sink. Setting the cutting board and knife down, he tossed the "okay" over his shoulder, then started to wash them off.

"And over the course of the last several months, after a good number of bumps along the way, we learned that if we wanted to make this thing work, whether we liked it or not, we had to talk about stuff." Kakashi chuckled. "Do you know, we were in love with each other for years and hadn't said anything?"

Iruka turned around at that and couldn't help the small stab of jealousy the comment caused. "I thought you've been together for years."

Kakashi shook his head. "No. It wasn't until just before New Year's, when he gave me that statue you commented on that anything happened. And even then, it took another three months before we admitted it publicly."

Iruka had to pause at that. The few times either Kakashi or Yamato had been seen with someone besides each other was before that. If that was the case, then he, Iruka, was the first person that had been with them since they'd been together. He shook himself mentally. That didn't necessarily mean anything. That's what he told himself anyway, but something poked at him that maybe that wasn't true. He shoved the thought away. "I remember that." Iruka said. Vividly, he added mentally.

"Vividly?" Kakashi asked and Iruka cursed under his breath. "Iruka?"

He took a deep breath, trying to force his cheeks to behave and picked up the rice to measure. He tried to smile but he was fairly certain it fell flat. He stepped around Kakashi and scooped out the correct amount of rice, then dumped it into the pot before closing the bag and turning to put it away.

"Iruka." Kakashi reached out and wrapped a hand around the younger man's arm, stopping him. "What's wrong?"

Iruka sighed. What could he say? That before last night he'd lusted after them and knew he was a little in love with them. But that after the night and morning they had, after everything in the last sixteen hours, he was fairly certain he was in love with them, both of them? What good would that do? They'd been good to him, helping him forget about The Bastard, helping him exact revenge. And what kind of repayment would it be giving them by ruining it with stupid emotions, possibly causing problems between them? He took another deep breath. "Really, it's nothing. I just get irritable when I don't eat."

Kakashi stared at him a moment, but either bought it or gave up. Iruka strongly suspected it was the latter. "Okay. Well, would you go tell Yamato we're almost ready?"

Iruka nodded, grateful for the chance to escape the close quarters with the copy nin. He stepped into the bedroom to find Yamato putting the bed back together. He went over and picked up the other side of the sheets, tucking them in. "Kakashi wanted me to let you know the food is almost ready."

"Oh, thanks." They worked quickly and quietly to make the bed up together and Iruka was grateful for the chance to settle his thoughts a little. "I hope you don't mind, I threw your clothes in the washer with ours. You and I might have a little trouble figuring out whose is whose, though." He chuckled. "Our uniforms are the exact same size."

"It won't be too hard. My pants, at least, are missing the button." He chuckled, then valiantly fought the blush when he remembered again how it had come off. He cleared his throat. "You didn't have to do that. I appreciate it, though." He glanced down at Yamato's shirt and spare pair of sweatpants. The shirt had smelled like him when he pulled it on and he hoped they hadn't noticed him taking the extra few seconds to inhale the scent. They'd seemed busy enough dressing themselves, so he thought they might have missed it.

"I'm glad to do it." He stood and stared at Iruka for a moment before leaning forward and placing a gentle kiss on his lips. The teacher's eyes closed as their mouths moved together. He felt the other's tongue touch his and he opened to him, sliding his tongue into the older man's mouth. He had no idea how long they kissed, but when he pulled back, Yamato's eyes were still closed. He blushed and cleared his throat.

The eyes opened and he grinned. "You're very good at that, you know that?"

Iruka was fairly certain that his face was going to be a permanent shade of red because he flushed at the compliment. "Um, thank you."

"It's true." Yamato said matter-of-factly and took Iruka's hand before turning back to the living room.

When they got back out to the main room, they heard cussing coming from the kitchen. They glanced at each other and approached the doorway warily. "Kakashi?" Yamato asked.

Kakashi was bent over, half way in the refrigerator, giving them a very nice view of his ass. "Did you use the last of the ginger?" The muffled voice came out of the back of the appliance.

Yamato blinked at him. "Oh! Um, oops. Yeah. When I brought those rolls home last time, right before our mission. I thought we'd have time to shop when we got home. Sorry." Yamato blushed.

"I could go get some. There's a place not far from here." Iruka offered.

Kakashi backed out of the refrigerator. "Would you? I'm almost done."

"No problem. I'll be right back." He glanced at the other two, but couldn't decipher the look that passed between them. Shoving the thoughts back, he pulled his sandals and vest on and headed out.

When they heard the door close, Kakashi waited until he could feel Iruka's chakra move off. "Okay, we've only got a few minutes until he gets back. If he's not in love with us, then my name isn't Copy Ninja Kakashi."

"Well, technically--" Yamato started, but stopped at the look on his lover's face. "So� what do we do?"

"Well, we know how we feel." Kakashi sighed. "The trick will be convincing him of it, which may not be easy. It'll take some time, so one of the things we'll want to do is just convince him to spend as much time with us as we can. Especially since we don't know how long we'll be home." He frowned. "He was there that night in the bar. When I kissed you publicly the first time. And he remembers it. His own word was, 'vividly'." He glanced up at his lover.

"Oh." Yamato winced. "Ouch."

"Yeah. I suspect Izumo was an attempt to forget us."

"Shit. Well, that�sucks," the younger man said moving over to the cabinets to take out plates and chopsticks. "I wouldn't have wanted to hurt him like that if I'd known. Though, I guess we were kind of wrapped up in our own crap at the time."

"Yeah, we weren't even telling each other things back then." Kakashi turned back to the stove, pulling the rice off the burner and pouring it into a bowl. He mixed in the rice vinegar, grabbed the bamboo mat and started the process of assembling their rolls. "Much less able to recognize it in someone else."

"Exactly." Yamato sighed. "Well�that certainly explains him after my mission. I wonder�" he started, but they both felt Iruka's chakra then. They glanced at each other when the knock was heard. Yamato opened the door with a raised eyebrow. "You didn't have to knock."

Iruka blushed a little, then shrugged. "I figured it was safest. At least I didn't use the window." He hung up his vest and kicked off his sandals.

Yamato laughed and they heard a huff come from the kitchen. "Windows are perfectly fine. What kind of a shinobi are you that you always have to use doors?"

The teacher snickered. "A polite one."

This caused another bout of laughter from Yamato and another huff from the copy nin. Iruka took the ginger out to the kitchen and started helping with the rolls. Kakashi watched him work for a moment, noticing that he seemed a little calmer.

He grinned when he saw how he bent his head slightly in concentration while he worked. Kakashi's lips twitched and he gave in to the urge to lay his lips on the bare neck in front of him. Iruka sucked in a breath. "If you don't want to wear these rolls, you'll stop that. It's too hard to do anything when you do stuff like that." When he didn't stop right away, Iruka growled. "This may be your kitchen, but I'll kick you out, too."

Kakashi laughed. "It was just so tempting."

"He has real trouble avoiding temptation. He has a nasty habit of waking me with his mouth on me." Yamato said as he stood off to the side in the doorway.

Iruka laughed. "Yeah, he wasn't so good at avoiding it this morning, either." He handed the plate of rolls to Yamato and dumped the vegetables into a serving bowl. They put the rest of the things on the table and once Kakashi finished with the soup, they settled around it.

Kakashi made sure that Iruka sat between them where they could each brush his knees or touch him now and again. They ate in silence for a while, their hunger getting the better of them. Yamato took a bite of his sushi roll and moaned. "Oh, god, this is good. Is this new?" He looked up at the copy nin with raised eyebrows.

"That's Iruka's. I did these." He said and pointed with his chopsticks to a different roll.

"Wow. You're better than he is." Yamato said, staring at Iruka for a moment, then turning and pulling more of the rolls onto his plate. Iruka blushed.

"Uh oh, at this rate, I'll be replaced." Kakashi said and watched the reaction on Iruka's face carefully. He wasn't disappointed when his color darkened and he glanced at each of them.

"Ha. Hardly," the teacher said, concentrating on his plate as he worked on his own rolls. He ate one of Kakashi's and smiled. "Bah, you're crazy." He said to Yamato. "These are great."

"Oh, I didn't say they weren't. I just like yours better." Yamato took another bite. "But I can't say much. I'm not allowed past the threshold until dinner is done."

Iruka laughed. "I heard about the first time you tried to cook."

Yamato rolled his eyes. "I'll learn. Just you watch, I'll end up cooking better than both of you and you'll be begging me to take over kitchen duties."

Kakashi shook his head. "Not in this lifetime. I think you should leave those to Iruka and me."

He glanced over at the teacher again and could tell the things they were saying were affecting him. It was time to back off a little. He didn't want to scare him off.

He turned the discussion to Naruto, Sakura and Sai, and they all laughed over some of Sai's antics. Iruka told the other two about his students, about how every year he's got at least one that wants to be Naruto. "I swear, every single year someone tries to get up to paint the Hokage memorial."

"I remember when that happened with Naruto. I wasn't too far from Hokage tower. I think they heard your shout across the village." Yamato laughed and grabbed the last of the rolls Iruka had made.

"He was asking for it," Iruka said, watching Yamato eat them out of the corner of his eye. "Frankly, I think making him clean it the way I did punished me more than him." He chuckled. "After having to sit with him all evening, then spending the hour at Ichiraku's, I ended up taking the better part of the rest of the night to grade my papers." He sighed. "I'd never trade teaching, though. Not that there's anything wrong with going on missions," he added, quickly.

Kakashi held up a hand. "I've had my experience teaching. Having a team like that isn't nearly as stressful as a classroom full of kids. I couldn't begin to do what you do."

"No doubt. I'd much prefer to face off an s-ranked missing-nin, thank you very much." Yamato said, sitting back.

Iruka shook his head. "They're not bad, really. I mean, they have their moments, all kids do. But I think that future shinobi are, usually, much better behaved than other kids their age are."

"Well, we'll take your word for that, teacher." Yamato stood and started clearing dishes. When Iruka jumped up to help he just shook his head. "I clean up. Kakashi cooks and since you cooked, you don't clean up, either."

But the younger man just shook his head. "It'll go faster if I help."

"Stubborn, isn't he?" Yamato asked Kakashi, who nodded.

"Yes, and don't cross him about his students, either." The copy nin said with a smirk.

Iruka blushed, remembering the incident. He'd practically torn the older man's head off when he entered his team in the chunin exams. "So, um, where's the dish soap?" He asked, to change the subject.

It should have taken only a few minutes to take care of the dishes they'd used with the two of them working on it, but Kakashi did everything he could to distract them. He kissed or nibbled on his neck, teased his butt, even went so far as to rub his hand along the front of Iruka's sweatpants. That was until Iruka elbowed him. "We're trying to work."

Kakashi grunted and stepped back, but didn't give up for long. He simply moved to the other man and concentrated on him for a while. When his lover gave him the same elbow to the gut that Iruka did, Kakashi sighed. "You two are no fun."

"That's not what you said last night." Yamato reminded him.

"Or this morning," Iruka added and he and Yamato grinned at each other.

"I am in so much trouble," Kakashi said mournfully. The other two laughed and pushed him out of the kitchen. With him gone, it only took them a couple more minutes to finish up, then they joined him in the living room.

"Listen, I really should go. I have some things to do this afternoon," Iruka said, then blushed when Kakashi really looked disappointed. "I have a pile of laundry to get through, my refrigerator is nearly bare�"

Kakashi looked like he wanted to argue, but must have changed his mind. "Will you come back? Have dinner with us, maybe play some Hachi Hachi?"

He looked so hopeful Iruka couldn't turn him down. He glanced at Yamato. "Please?" Yamato asked, and Iruka swallowed. He was still awfully confused about them, but they both looked like they really wanted him to.

"Okay, sure. If you're� sure. Can I at least bring dinner?"

"You don't have to do that." Kakashi started, but Iruka held up a hand.

"Please? Let me do something?" He raised his eyebrows and waited.

"He's using his teacher face. That is so not fair." Yamato complained.

"Don't I know it. Okay. What time can you come back?" Kakashi asked.

Iruka glanced at the clock over the fireplace. He made a note to inspect the beautiful clock more later. It was, of course, wooden like most of the furnishings in the house, but this was different. It looked almost like the clock was grown into the wall. He forced his attention back to the matter at hand. "Is six too late?"

They both frowned, but Kakashi said, "alright." They both stood up and Kakashi approached him.

Yamato headed into the bedroom, but came back empty handed a moment later. "Your clothes aren't dry yet. I'm sorry."

"Well, I can wash these this afternoon and bring them back." He turned toward the door. "So, I'll see you at six, then. Is, ramen okay?" Both men nodded. "Favorite kinds?"

"Barbecue pork for me," Yamato said.

"Sounds good to me," Kakashi agreed.

"Okay, then. I'll see you later." He turned and stepped into his shoes, but when he grabbed his vest, he felt a hand on his arm and he was pulled back against a firm chest, the arms wrapping around him. He glanced over his shoulder to see Yamato staring at him.

"You're not leaving without a kiss are you?" He asked, quietly.

Iruka swallowed. "I guess not." He glanced over as Kakashi moved closer and leaned in for his.

It took him another five minutes to finally leave. When he did, he found himself grateful for the late fall temperatures. His face was burning and he was warm all over after that.
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