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By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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The fresh air hadn't helped. He'd walked through the streets of Konoha for quite a while before he gave up and found a quiet roof to sit on. He'd laid back, trying to empty his mind and just forget about it.
But a few hours later, after having very little success, he gave up and went down to Ichiraku's for something to eat. Kakashi was there, book in hand, bowl in front of him, so he took the stool next to him.
"Hello." Kakashi said from behind his book. Yamato glanced over and rolled his eyes. It was the very same one he'd almost read earlier.
"Hi." He put in his order for ramen with Ayame and frowned at the counter.
"So, is it true?" Kakashi asked, lowering the book and turning to his teammate.
Yamato swallowed "Is what true?" He asked, afraid of the answer.
"Is it true you took Iruka home last night from the bar?"
Yamato swallowed again. "Yes." He glanced up at Ayame when she brought his bowl over. "Thanks," he said to her and pulled a pair of chopsticks out of the container on the counter.
"I didn't know you were…"
"I'm not." He said, interrupting Kakashi.
"But--" Kakashi started.
"I have no idea. We'd been talking and both realized we were very drunk, so we were going to help each other home." He shook his head again at the drunken logic. "We passed out shortly after ending up at my place." He conveniently left out everything between walking in the door and falling asleep.
"Passed out?" Kakashi asked.
"Yes. We passed out," Yamato said, turning to his ramen.
"Mmm hmmm." The copy nin went back to his own bowl, finishing up his noodles.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Yamato asked, irritated.
"Nothing." Kakashi said, "nothing at all." Yamato watched him turn his head, pull his mask down and drain his broth then asked, "and what happened in between getting there and passing out?"
"You really are a hentai." Yamato said, dodging the question.
"That's not an answer."
Yamato concentrated on his noodles and didn't say anything at first.
"You're kidding." Kakashi said, obviously hiding his amusement.
The brunet looked over at Kakashi sharply. "What?"
"You didn't." The copy nin raised an eyebrow.
"Didn't what?"
"You had sex." Kakashi said. He wasn't asking, he made a statement.
"NO!" Yamato said, too vehemently, his cheeks turning bright red.
Kakashi simply blinked at him, fighting a grin.
Yamato looked around. When he was sure they were alone, he said, "I. Am. Not. Gay." He ate some more noodles with the copy nin saying nothing and finally he sighed. "Yes. We did…something. I've never done it before and I'm never doing it again. I don’t know why it happened. It doesn't mean anything. There," he said, turning back to his ramen.
Kakashi didn't say anything further for a while, simply watched his friend eat. "You know, maybe you're not. Have you considered that you're bi instead?"
Yamato stared at him, shaking his head. "No." But somehow that didn't seem quite so bad. Women were still pretty. He was still attracted to them. He swallowed. Maybe he was attracted to Iruka.
Kakashi shrugged and let it go. When he pushed the bowl away, he turned back to the other man. He held his book out. "You know, this book has…"
"I know that. I read them." Yamato finished his bowl and set it back. "It doesn’t apply. Because I'm not."
Kakashi nodded. "Right. Sorry, you did say that. Well, then, sorry it was an awful night."
Yamato blushed. He wasn't about to admit it was anything but awful. Not to Kakashi. He still wasn't ready to admit it to himself. He just nodded in acknowledgement. "Well, um, I think I'm going to go read or something. It's been a bad day."
"Okay. Listen, Naruto's off training again, I've got a solo mission and Sakura's at the hospital, so I don’t know when I'll see you again. So, take care."
Yamato nodded. "Yeah, you too. Be careful."
Kakashi waved and they went their separate ways. He'd have to check in at the mission office the next day for solo options, then. Though he did still have that demonstration at the school to do, too. He sighed, shoving the thoughts of the night before away. He had other things to worry about now. He could forget about it.
Right, his inner-self said. That's why the buttons are in your pocket, right?
Shut up. He told himself and continued walking.

Iruka lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling. After they'd talked and fallen asleep again, he'd awakened a short while later, smack up against the other man. He'd spent a solid two minutes staring at the chest in front of him, trying to figure out why it felt good in those arms.
When no answer had been forthcoming, he'd carefully moved out from them and gotten out of bed. Yamato had rolled onto his stomach, then, the blanket slipping down past his butt and Iruka had found himself staring at it. Even clothed, it was sexy. Annoyed, he'd pulled the blanket back up - telling himself it was to keep Yamato warm, not to hide the body he couldn't look away from, even if it was plenty warm in the room.
Then he'd slipped out of the bedroom. He'd gathered his shirt, a little shocked to discover three buttons missing. Then he remembered it being nearly ripped off of him the night before and before he could stop it, the images had come back in full Technicolor and to his complete shock, he'd gotten aroused from it.
He'd found one button on the floor by the door, but he couldn't look for the other ones without moving Yamato's clothes around and for reasons he refused to examine, he didn't want to touch them. He settled for his one button, figuring he could just replace them, yanked the torn shirt on, grabbed his vest, stuffed his feet in his sandals and made his escape.
Now he was home in bed, staring at his ceiling, trying to figure out how the night before had happened. Well, he knew how they'd gotten to Yamato's place. That wasn't too much of a question. They'd gotten drunk at the bar, and wanted to help each other home. Okay, that was fine.
But the kiss on the street, that had been a surprise. Especially since he'd initiated it. He couldn't believe he'd done that. Yamato had pulled the tie out of his hair and been playing with it. It had felt so good. So when he looked up and his face and lips were right there, he didn't think, he just… kissed him.
He lifted his head and banged it back against the pillow. He wasn't gay. He wasn't. He kept telling himself that, but he could admit that he was seriously attracted to Yamato. Or, at least, he thought the other man was attractive. Yes, that was better.
So, Inner-Iruka said, if you're not gay, why did you enjoy - and start - the sex the night before?
Iruka growled at himself. He didn't. He didn't, absolutely not! When they'd gotten into the house, Yamato had started that!
And you blindly went along with it? Inner-Iruka asked him.
Iruka frowned. No. He hadn't blindly gone along with it. After that first kiss, he'd simply given in and let himself enjoy it. And he'd been the one to open Yamato's pants. Even if his own shirt had been the first one to come off.
He sighed. He didn't like men! You like Yamato.
Shut up. Iruka told himself. He didn't. It was that simple. That was an aberration. That's all. An… experiment. Yeah, that was it. The alcohol had just allowed him to give in to a little curiosity. Right. It didn't mean anything, it was just a one-time thing. He wasn't going to spend all his time thinking about it, or anything. It was over.
In fact, maybe he'd ask that teacher out that had been smiling at him. What was her name? Maiko! That was it. She was pretty. She had long brown hair, and a really nice smile. And she really liked teaching. She had the classroom next to his. They'd get along. That would help him forget about it.
So decided, Iruka sat up. He still had papers to grade and things to do for the day. He had the mission desk the next day and didn't need to fall behind, letting his work suffer because he got drunk one night.

When Yamato stepped into the mission office, he nearly turned around again. Iruka was sitting at the desk. He could pretend to be sick or something.
Coward. His inner-self said.
He grit his teeth. He wasn't. Sighing, he turned back around. Iruka was the only one open. Izumo and Genma were also on the desk, but both of them were busy. He swallowed his ridiculous nervousness and approached the desk.
"Hi, um, Iruka-san." Yamato said, stuttering.
Iruka looked up at him, his cheeks coloring. "Yamato-s-san."
Yamato just stared for a moment. One of the marks he'd left on the man was above his collar. Oh god, that had to be embarrassing. "S-sorry." He said, then nearly growled at himself again. When Iruka gave him a puzzled look, he reached up and scratched at his own neck in the same spot.
"Oh! Oh. Um, it's… okay." Iruka said, the color around his scar getting much worse. They didn't say anything for a moment, the silence growing to monstrous proportions. "Did…you need something?" Iruka asked him.
"Oh. Oh. Sorry. I'm, um, checking in. Solo. The rest of the team is out." Yamato finally stuttered out.
"Oh, okay." Iruka looked down at the book in front of him, then frowned. "I'm afraid there's not much going on right now. Not for the jounin, anyway." He looked back up. "We have a shortage of missions at the moment."
Yamato shrugged. "Okay. Well, um, write me in as available, I guess."
Iruka nodded. "Okay. Are… are you okay?"
The older man blinked at him in confusion, then nodded as understanding dawned. "Yeah, I managed to get rid of my headache yesterday afternoon. Um, you?"
Iruka nodded again. "Yeah. About the same time. Well, um, take… care."
"Yeah, you too." Yamato said, then set something down and turned to make his escape.

Iruka stared at the object a moment before snatching it up off of the desk. He stuffed the button into his pocket, hoping no one had seen it. There was only one of them. What had happened to the other one? He shook his head. Maybe he didn't want to know.

On his way back home, Yamato passed the tea house he liked to stop at and decided he needed something to calm himself down. As he stepped inside, there at one of the tables was none other than Shizune. He walked up to her and realized that his nervousness was not nearly as bad as he would have expected. It puzzled him, he was usually a complete wreck around women.
Then again, maybe his nerves were just so shot, he couldn’t be worked up over anything after that scene in the mission office. It had certainly messed with him. He took a deep breath. "Hello."
She looked up at him and smiled. "Hello, Te... err Yamato-san. How are you?"
"Fine. I was wondering, would you like to go out with me? For dinner?" Yamato smiled.
Shizune blinked at him in surprise. "Uh, sure. When?"
He paused. "What about tomorrow evening? I don’t have any missions right now."
She nodded and smiled up at him. She really was pretty, with that brown hair and dark eyes. "Okay, that sounds good."
He hesitated. "Um, where should I…?"
"Oh." She gave him the name of her apartment building. "Three G. Um, seven?"
He nodded. "Okay. I'll see you then." He paused for a minute, thinking there was something he was forgetting before waving and heading out. It wasn't until he was half way home that he remembered he was going to get tea.
He had to get a grip. He did have things to do. He'd promised to do that demonstration for the teacher the next day and he wanted to think through the things he could do for the kids. He had laundry and grocery shopping. He shook his head at himself. One weird thing was not reason to get this worked up.
He wasn't gay, he was sure of it. He'd never been turned on by another man before. Never been even remotely attracted to one!
Are you sure? His inner-self asked. What about your sempai?
He frowned. He had to admit, he'd caught Kakashi looking at him a few times and he couldn't have mistaken the look in his one visible eye. He had caught himself looking at him a couple of times. And then there was that time that he'd seriously wondered what he'd looked like without his clothes. That didn't make him gay, though.
There's a whole range between gay and straight, you know.
He sighed. That much was true. And he couldn't lie to himself completely. He'd felt the jolt, the touch go through him when he'd touched Iruka. He frowned. It didn't mean anything, though.
Then why do you still have one of the buttons in your pocket? He ignored his inner-self. Mostly because he didn't have an answer.

Iruka was grateful for the school week to start. When school was in session, he didn't have time to think too much. Granted, it didn't fill all of his hours, but maybe it would distract him enough that he could just put it away for good.
When he got to his classroom, it was still early, so he dropped his bag and headed for the teacher's lounge. Maiko was in there, mixing up her tea for the morning. "Hello, Iruka-sempai."
"Maiko-kohai, how are you?" He smiled, reaching for a cup.
"Not too bad. I had a busy weekend. How was yours?" She turned and leaned against the counter, watching him.
He swallowed and forced his thoughts away from Friday night. "Not bad. I had the mission desk yesterday, so it was kind of short, but I don't mind." He paused to fix his tea, then turned to her. "Hey, I was wondering, would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?" Wow, that wasn't as hard as it usually was. He started to wonder about that, but just pushed it aside.
She looked surprised. "Oh! Um, sure. I… when?"
Iruka frowned. He had the mission desk yet most of the week after school, then gate duty over the weekend. "Hm. Damn, I've got to be in the mission office most of the week. After tonight, I won't have anything reasonably open until next week. I'm sorry, I should have thought of that before I asked..."
"Well, how about tonight, then? Are you busy?" She asked, blushing.
He blinked, not having expected that. "No, I just didn't want to assume… As soon as it is and all…"
She shook her head. "That's fine. Tonight, then."
He nodded. "Okay, well, um, seven?"
She smiled. "Alright." She sighed. "Well, I have to go, I've got someone coming today to demonstrate for the kids," she said as they left the lounge.
"Oh? Who?" Iruka asked, sipping at his tea as they walked back toward their classrooms.
"Maiko-san. Am I too early?"
Iruka nearly spilled his tea. He'd been looking over at Maiko and so hadn't noticed him. That voice, however, couldn't be forgotten. Yes, God, Iruka that's so good! Damn. "Yamato-san!" He just knew his face was bright red.
"Iruka-san. Um, hi," Yamato said, and blushed.
Maiko watched the exchange with raised eyebrows. "Do you two know each other?"
"Uh, yeah, Yamato-san is Naruto's teammate. We've, um, talked a few times when I saw Naruto."
"Ah." Maiko said, looking unconvinced. She turned to Yamato. "You're not too early at all. Let's go in."
He nodded. "Okay." He looked over at Iruka, who was stuck staring at the bruise on Yamato's neck that was just visible at the edge of his collar that he'd put there on Friday night. How had he managed to put one that high? "Have a good day, Iruka-san."
"Hm? Oh, yes. You too." He waved and hurried to his own classroom. He shut the door and stood against it, trying to get his brain to settle down. Of all the places he'd never expected to see the man, the academy was at the top of the list. Dammit!
That bruise had brought Friday night back, again and now he was forced to adjust himself. He didn't understand this! He wasn't! Wan't wasn't wasn't!
No one said you are. Have you ever considered you're both? Iruka blinked at that. He'd never before been attracted to a man, not that he could remember. But he'd never felt the things he'd felt when Yamato had touched him, either.
He couldn't discount that. The charge that went through him when Yamato had steadied him in the bar had been… something. Something he couldn't forget because it had only gotten worse when he'd kissed the other man in the street. And had exploded completely when the door was closed, their sandals off and arms around each other.
He banged his head against the door. Well, hell, what did he do with this? Was he, well, bi? Did he go both ways? He thought of other men that he knew - Kakashi, for instance or Gai… eww, no, definitely not Gai. He guessed Kakashi was attractive enough, but he'd never noticed him. The only one that had ever drawn his attention was Yamato.
He had to face the fact that he was attracted to the man. That didn't mean he was gay, maybe not even really bi, but he was definitely attracted to him. He sighed. It didn't matter, even if he was attracted to Yamato, the other man most certainly did not go that way. In the mean time, he still had a date with a very pretty woman. And he was attracted to her.
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What Is	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto and I make no money from it!

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