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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 Twenty

Kakashi cracked an eye open and glared at his alarm clock. If looks could kill, the digital monstrosity would be in a melted puddle already – and whoever had the nerve to knock at his door at five thirty in the morning would be settling down in hell. Groaning softly, he dropped his head back down on the pillow and tried to ignore the nagging feeling that he should answer the door.

After so many years as Gai's friend and youthful rival, Kakashi was accustomed to his best friend coming to visit and challenge him at odd hours. But this was strange even for Gai. The Green Beast of Konoha liked his sleep almost as much as Kakashi, but Gai never slept past nine, claiming that they were wasting their youth if they did not get up at some point in the morning. But if the sun was not up yet, neither was Gai. And five thirty was definitely long before the sun rose.

Then again, Gai was on a mission with his new genin team. He was not in Konoha, but probably somewhere within Suna's borders and would be for the next week. Then who the hell had the nerve to knock on Kakashi's door as such an ungodly hour? Not even Naruto was up this early and that blonde ball of energy was the only other person who had the nerve to come by and wake Kakashi up.

Sasuke would just transport himself into the apartment, put on a pot of coffee, and wait for Kakashi to wake up on his own accord. If it was not for their years spent together training Sasuke's Sharingan, the young jounin's boldness probably would have rubbed Kakashi the wrong way. But more often than not, they both had crashed on the couch or the living room floor after a day of strenuous training. It had been wonderful to wake up to the smell of fresh coffee and hot breakfast made by the secretive culinary master.

Just the memory of Sasuke's pancakes made Kakashi's mouth water in anticipation. The hope of getting to taste Sasuke's cooking catapulted the jounin out of his bed and racing towards the front door, forgetting for a moment that Sasuke didn't bother to knock when he knew Kakashi was asleep. Considerate bastard never wanted to wake Kakashi up, knowing his old teacher rarely slept as it was.

As Kakashi meandered across the apartment, he could not help but gasp at the cold floor against his bare feet. If nothing else, the shock of the temperature woke him up just as much as a cup of strong coffee. Forcing himself not to shiver, Kakashi finally made it to the front door. Opening the door, Kakashi began rubbing his tired eyes, ready to hear some sarcastic comment about his bed head from Sasuke. What he actually heard was far from his expectations.

"Oh, did I wake you up, Kakashi? I'm sorry. I didn't think…"

"'Ruka?" Kakashi blinked sleepily as he tried to focus his gaze on the blushing brunet on his doorstep. A little closer observation revealed Saki was sleeping in his father's arms, his tiny hands clutching Iruka's chuunin jacket tightly. What the hell were the two Uminos doing here at five thirty in the morning? Not that Kakashi was complaining. His dreams were filled with reliving that kiss from last week – and a few ideas his imagination had come up with for future evenings spent with Iruka after Saki was put to bed. Oh, just the thought of what he could do to Iruka made Kakashi's cock begin to harden.

"Y-You do remember that today is Wednesday, don't you?" Iruka asked with a raised eyebrow. He had been expecting one of several scenarios as he got dressed this morning, preparing for his first day back at the academy. The very worst possibility was that Kakashi was not home at all or he refused to watch Saki for one reason or another. Iruka doubted that the jounin would have been wide awake at this hour. But, for some reason, he had not been expecting the adorably rumpled man standing at the door, obviously groggy and getting closer and closer to falling back asleep standing up. Already, the tall man's head was nodding up and down as though he was forcing himself to stay awake.

Then again, Iruka never thought Kakashi could look so, well, domestic. Before him was not the fierce jounin who struck fear into the hearts of missing nin everywhere. Gone were the faces of the all-knowing genius, the master strategist, and the famed diplomat. There was no indication that Kakashi was the pervert everyone knew him to be.

No, before him stood a man like any other. It just so happened that this particular man was the handsomest in the world. Dressed in just a pair of baggy black pants that were threatening to slide off his trim hips, Kakashi was leaning against the door as though it was the only thing keeping him vertical. The only other thing that covered the jounin's alabaster skin was the ever-present mask, but even that was messy-looking, revealing the obvious fact the man had been sleeping only a few moments ago.

Without much else to cover Kakashi up, Iruka got to feast his eyes on that beautifully sculpted torso and trail his gaze along the dark tattoo on Kakashi's bicep, revealing his ANBU past. Iruka could not help but imagine tracing that black mark with his tongue, feeling that solid muscle tremble with desire. He would weave his fingers into that already mussed hair and drag Kakashi's lips to his own, kissing the gorgeous man breathless.

"Wednesday?" Kakashi repeated in confusion, leaning his head against the doorway as he tried to remember why the day of the week was important. Wednesday meant he had to go to the memorial and talk to Obito and the others. Wednesday also meant that it was one week closer to the release of the new Icha Icha book. But there was something else Wednesday signified. If he was a little more awake and had his first cup of coffee, maybe he could recall why it made a strange amount of sense to have Iruka standing before him at this hour on a Wednesday.

When he finally recalled why today was important, Kakashi found himself sliding off of the doorframe in surprise. The only way he saved himself from falling flat on his face and embarrassing himself completely was a quick grab for something to steady himself. It just so happened that the closest thing to him was the teacher.

Iruka stumbled backwards as Kakashi collided into him. Had it not been for his shinobi reflexes, he would have fallen to the ground and taken the sexy jounin with him. As it was, he somehow caught Kakashi while still holding Saki and the diaper bag slung over his shoulder. It was a miracle that the baby didn't wake up at the sudden jolt.

As soon as Iruka's free arm wrapped around his bare middle, steadying him, Kakashi's entire body seemed to burst into flames. The warmth of Iruka's hand against the small of his back was the most arousing thing Kakashi had ever experienced. It did not matter that Iruka's touch was not at all sexual. All that mattered was that the teacher was pressed against him, his strong grip holding Kakashi with ease. What would it be like to have those same hands touching a much different part of his anatomy? To feel Iruka's warm hands caress his bare hip, trailing across his backside. If he was this aroused at just a single innocent touch, Kakashi was not sure he could survive having Iruka grip his cock – but if he had to die, that was certainly the way he wanted to go.

The moment he got his footing back, Kakashi could not stop himself from pulling Iruka into his arms and crushing his lips against the teacher's. The fact his mask was separating their lips did not even register until Kakashi tried to plunge his tongue into Iruka's mouth. That small hindrance would have been removed, but Kakashi froze when he heard a squeak come from Iruka's chest.

Shit, he had forgotten Saki was in his adoptive father's arms!

Backpedaling, Kakashi stumbled back into the apartment just as Saki let out a loud wail that made his ears ring and jolted him out of his half-asleep state. Before he got a chance to cover his ears, Saki's cry turned into an adorable hiccup.

"I-I'm sorry," Kakashi quickly apologized as he watched Iruka jiggle the tiny baby in his arms until Saki's hiccups quieted. It had taken him an eternity to get Saki to stop crying during his unexpected babysitting adventure the other week. Iruka may be quirky, forgetful, and otherwise an oddball, but apparently he was a master when it came to children. Then again, Kakashi shouldn't be surprised considering how many years Iruka had spent at the academy and raising Naruto single-handedly to boot.

"It-it's okay," Iruka stammered, his heart still racing from that single caress of Kakashi's lips against his own. He had thought their kiss from the other night had been a fluke – the result of mixing a bottle of sake, exhaustion, and more than a touch of sexual tension – but apparently not. As far as Iruka could tell, Kakashi had not had anything alcoholic to alter his thinking. And, considering his overall appearance, Kakashi had no problem getting enough sleep. No, whatever had possessed Kakashi to kiss him the other night still held now.

Rocking Saki, who was still whimpering after being rudely awakened by his fathers' passions, Iruka found himself blushing uncontrollably as he watched Kakashi try to compose himself. The jounin ran his long fingers through his messy hair, breathing heavily enough that Iruka found himself staring at his beautiful chest as it rose and fell rapidly. This was definitely not the emotionless shinobi everyone believed him to be. Recalling just how "emotional" Kakashi could be under the right stimuli, Iruka blushed for a whole new reason. Thankfully he had Saki's diaper bag slung over his shoulder just right so that it covered the noticeable tenting of his pants.

Kakashi found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the blushing brunet. He had thought Keiko was beautiful, but oddly, he found her cousin to be just as good-looking, if not more so. For some reason, he found that long scar across his nose sexy as hell and the blush across his cheeks only made the pale mark stand out even more. Kakashi could only imagine that the flush of desire would make that mysterious scar even more noticeable.

"I-I wasn't expecting you this early," Kakashi finally said as he recalled the reason he had two brunets on his doorstep at five thirty in the morning. What kind of sick, masochistic bastard got up at such an unholy hour? And why the hell would he think any sane person would similarly be awake and alert? Despite being woken up so early, Kakashi felt no harsh feelings towards Iruka. How could he when Saki was right there and he could look forward to a day spent with the adorable baby?

"I'm sorry. I should have said something the other day…" Iruka started, but felt his face warm again as he recalled why he had been so flustered the other day that he forgot to tell Kakashi when he would be dropping Saki off. "I'm a bit of an early riser and I wanted to get into the academy early so that I could get some extra work done before classes start."

Early riser, bullshit! Iruka was all but nocturnal! Kakashi glanced behind into the pre-dawn darkness and could not help but wonder how Iruka could possibly consider himself an early riser when the sun had not even started to light the sky. Eyeing the brunet, Kakashi could not help but wonder when Iruka slept. Had it not been for the fact he spent most of his nights watching over Saki and Iruka, Kakashi would have seriously doubted the teacher slept at all. But Iruka did not go to bed until at least midnight any night and woke up several times throughout the night to feed and change Saki. Kakashi refused to think of how strange it should feel to know Iruka's sleep schedule, but he felt nothing other than concern that the brunet did not sleep enough. Now, adding the knowledge that Iruka woke up at such an early time, Kakashi could only wonder just how little sleep the teacher truly got. And now, starting up work again, he was bound to get even less. Not even Kakashi's secretive nightly aid could help him get enough rest.

"No problem," Kakashi replied as he took Saki from his father's arms, somehow moving the little brunet into the crook of his arm without startling the baby into another crying fit. No, if anything, Saki cooed the instant he curled up against Kakashi's bare chest. Gently, Kakashi brushed his fingers against the baby's rounded cheek. Taking a step back, he gestured for Iruka to come into the apartment.

Shuffling his way towards the kitchen, Kakashi knew that the moment Iruka left, he would be calling in the reinforcements. Pakkun and the rest of the pack probably would like being woken up this early even less, but they would get over it. If nothing else, they would probably follow Pakkun and their master's lead and fall in love with the tiny baby.

Strangely, it was not a need for help taking care of Saki that he was planning on calling the pack. No, Kakashi was confident he could handle the little boy himself. It was actually an odd feeling of pride that made him want to introduce the adorable baby to his pack. He wanted them to get to know Saki, to meet the baby named after his own father though Keiko had been wrong in Saki's paternity. Despite knowing he was not Saki's biological father, Kakashi could not help the affection he felt towards the baby. Damn it, if he really had a chance of fathering that beautiful baby, he would be shouting it from the rooftops.

"Coffee?" Kakashi finally asked as he watched Iruka follow him into the kitchen. The brunet nodded his head, a strange mixture of awe and embarrassment etched in his dark features. Kakashi had no idea what was going through the teacher's mind, but whatever it was, it made Iruka look amazing – Kakashi had never seen that kind of expression on someone unless he had just made them have the best climax of his or her life.

If only he knew what was on Iruka's mind!

Oh, shit. The table they had destroyed their night together was not simply replaced, but in the beautifully carved table's place was a heavy monstrosity that would take a great deal more effort to break. Iruka could not help but wonder if Kakashi ordered this table for its durability – and, if so, who he was planning on breaking the table in with? A quick glance around the kitchen brought back not just the delicious memory of destroying Kakashi's table.

As Iruka's eyes trailed over the countertops, he could not help but wince at the piles of ramen cups. Having spent a day here, he knew that, despite having beautiful cabinetry, Kakashi's kitchen was bare. The jounin had little more than coffee, ramen, and milk in his entire apartment. Of course, they had not been worried about food then. They had spared a few minutes to order pizza, but even that did not stop them for long.

Come to think of it, they broke the table hours before they felt the first pangs of hunger. But they had been screwing like bunnies so much, it was a wonder they hadn't broken more than just the table and dented a few walls. Then again, they had spent most of their time in Kakashi's bedroom – but the kitchen had definitely been a close second.

Iruka bit his lip to keep himself from moaning as he recalled how it felt to be lifted into the jounin's arms and laid down on the table as though he weighed no more than a feather. As soon as Kakashi had him sprawled across the furniture, Iruka's silk dress had to go – in the fastest way possible, apparently. With just a single twitch of his wrist, the material tore down the front of Iruka's torso.

Iruka had not thought his night could get any better after being thrown against a wall and taken with such abandon and fiery passion, but he was so very wrong. Apparently even something as thin as silk reduced sensations. No longer hampered by his dress, Kakashi had shown Iruka just how masterful those genius hands of his could be. Then, having Kakashi spread his bare legs and situate himself between them – the anticipation alone very nearly sent Iruka over the edge again as Kakashi teased him with the tip of his cock.

"Iruka?"

Just one swift thrust of his hips and Kakashi had been buried inside him, even deeper than when he took Iruka up against the wall. A soft groan from the jounin had reached Iruka's ears the same time the first creak of the table did.

"Iruka?"

Those creaks and groans very nearly covered up the sound of flesh hitting flesh as Kakashi began pounding into him and it was all Iruka could do to meet the jounin's every thrust. His fingertips dug into the table top, his shoulders pressed into the warm wood as his back arched, angling his hips so that each of Kakashi's thrusts sent fireworks exploding behind Iruka's eyes.

"Hello? Iruka?"

Iruka shrieked when he felt something warm press against his fingers. Jumping backwards, he was ripped from his wonderful memories. Glancing around a few times, Iruka caught the curious look Kakashi was giving him, and then saw the steaming mug of coffee Kakashi was holding out to him. It took him a few more seconds to realize that he must have been staring at that new table for a few minutes.

"Welcome back?" Kakashi said questioningly as he watched Iruka's gaze focus on something other than his kitchen table. Almost as soon as the brunet pulled himself out of whatever daydream he had been caught up in, Iruka turned the most interesting shade of red Kakashi had ever seen.

Iruka glanced at the man in front of him and, for a moment, very nearly threw himself into Kakashi's arms as the memories of their night together raced through him. He could have sworn that Kakashi was touching him; his entire body tingled in sensation as though his fantasies were actually occurring. But then cold reality hit and Iruka found himself staring at Kakashi blankly.

All the blood drained from his face as chocolate eyes shifted between Kakashi and their son so quickly, Iruka gave himself a headache. Stepping backwards out of a mixture of anxiety and embarrassment, Iruka shook his head to try ridding the last remnants of his waking dreams. "I-I have to go," he rushed to say as he started moving towards the door.

He could not have Kakashi see him lose control of himself. What would Kakashi think of him if he threw himself at the jounin? As far as Kakashi knew, they did not know each other at all – they had only spent a few hours together last week. How could he tell Kakashi that he knew the jounin – physically at least - far better than Kakashi could ever begin to imagine? How would Kakashi respond to the fact Iruka still fantasized about him? Would he be able to accept that Iruka and his "cousin" were one and the same? Or would Kakashi prefer Iruka's female counterpart?

Iruka all but fled the apartment, desperate to get away from Kakashi's confused gaze. He did take a brief moment to put Saki's diaper bag down, along with his pre-written list of directions: Saki's mealtimes, when he slept, when to expect Iruka back, and whatever else Iruka could come up with. Even a summoning scroll was packed in the bag, ready to bring Iruka right over if Kakashi found he could not handle Saki for a few hours. Iruka had felt silly planning for everything while packing Saki's bag, but now was ecstatic he had thought of all of this beforehand. It gave him the opportunity to make an escape before he did something he would regret.

Kakashi tilted his head to the side, still trying to figure out what the hell just happened, long after Iruka closed the front door behind himself. Glancing down at Saki, who had already fallen asleep in his arms, he could only shake his head. He could not understand Iruka – and at the moment, he was too tired to even try. Moving with a shinobi's grace around the apartment, it was all too easy to turn the coffee pot off until he was ready to really wake up and return to his bedroom where he followed Saki's lead and went back to bed.

XXX

"I feel like I'm going crazy!" Kakashi pointed out in whispered tones, glancing over at the baby still contentedly sleeping on the couch. Saki had been out for nearly an hour, so he would probably wake up any minute now, but Kakashi was still playing it safe and being as quiet as possible. Looking back to his exasperated pug, Kakashi wished he had more friends. Even if Gai was around, he would not bring up something this sensitive to the loudmouthed idiot. And he couldn't say anything to Sasuke or Naruto, who were both very protective of Iruka. That left him with only his sarcastic, aggravating dog to vent to about the odd brunet who was quickly turning his life upside down.

"Let's go through this one more time," Pakkun said with another sigh, rubbing his aching head. Kakashi had tried to explain it to him, but it did not seem to make any sense, but perhaps one more time was all he needed to decide his master needed to be sent to the loony bin. Then again, after all the years of hanging out with Naruto, he was surprised Kakashi had lasted this long.

"The moment I touch him, it's like I'm possessed! I threw him against a wall in his apartment and all but fucked him then and there without a second thought! Then, I bumped into him this morning and if it hadn't been for Saki, the same thing would have happened again," Kakashi repeated himself for the umpteenth time, running a hand through his hair as though that would alleviate some of his confusion. He had heard of physical attraction, but this was just ridiculous.

He had loved Iruka's cousin, not Iruka! But he was affected by Iruka's touch as though it was Keiko's fingers caressing him. It was like the beautiful woman had simply taken on a masculine form and was torturing him from the grave. Kakashi's gaze narrowed as he thought of a possibility. It was insane, but it was the only thing he could think of to explain his instinctual reaction to Iruka.

"I'm being haunted by Keiko," he said with such severity, it took a few moments of outright staring on Pakkun's part to realize his master was serious. When he realized Kakashi actually believed he was being haunted, the pug let out a soft snort.

"Baka, there is no such thing as ghosts," Pakkun pointed out between chuckles over Kakashi's idiotic comment. Well, there were such things as ghosts of the past, of regret and hindsight – those were ghosts he and Kakashi were both all too familiar with. But this was something else. And Pakkun was determined to figure out what it was that was making his master so perplexed.

"Then you explain why I am just as attracted to Iruka as I was to Keiko," Kakashi snapped back, for a moment forgetting about the sleeping baby mere feet away. They both froze, holding their breath as they turned to watch Saki for several seconds until it was obvious that Saki was a heavy enough sleeper that Kakashi's sharp retort did not wake him up.

"That 'one true love' concept your novels talk about is crap and you know it. Did you ever think that you might also feel something for Iruka?" Pakkun replied as he shifted so that he could watch the emotion plague Kakashi's face. Fascinated about how one brunet could change his master so quickly, Pakkun knew he would have to find out more about this Umino Iruka.

"But this suddenly? I've only spent a few hours with him!"

"Love at first sight?" Pakkun suggested, receiving a disbelieving glance from his master.

"I have a romantic dog that believes in love at first sight, but not one, true love," Kakashi ground out to himself between clenched teeth. He was not angry with his dog – more so with himself for losing his steely control when it came to Iruka. "And you forgot I have known Iruka for years. He has worked in the Mission Office since we've both been teens."

"But what's different now?" Pakkun led his master, knowing that Kakashi would rather figure this out for himself. The idiot always had a prickly sense of pride and Pakkun was not about to deal with it. Not when he figured out Kakashi's problem even before his master did. "You always said he was handsome – I remember you having a childhood crush on him." He pointed accusingly at his master, daring Kakashi to disagree with that little fact. At seventeen years old, Kakashi had his first crush on the new employee at the Mission Office. Pakkun had thought it was perfect at the time; it was a chance for Kakashi to behave as a normal human teenager. But his master plan backfired when Iruka shot down Kakashi's clumsy attempts again and again. It was not long after that that Kakashi found out about his sterility and went on his sex binge, completely forgetting the brunet he had first desired.

"You're an idiot," Kakashi retorted, knowing exactly where Pakkun was headed. He had not been in love with Iruka since he was a teen. Hell, he had forgotten about Iruka for years, other than recognizing him as another Konoha shinobi. He had been more concerned with his missions and sleeping with just about any woman who would have him.

"I'm not the one who would rather believe in ghosts possessing me." Pakkun cackled at his master's glare, knowing he had definitely hit a nerve this time. It was so much fun to fluster Kakashi, but Pakkun rarely had the chance anymore. Other than last week, it had been some time since Kakashi had last truly been confused about anything. Taking a few sobering breaths, Pakkun tried to think about Kakashi's problem seriously.

"What should I do?" Kakashi asked quietly, his visible eye trained on Saki's sleeping form. Saki was already everything to him – he could not chance ruining his relationship with Iruka and, thus, losing what little time he spent with Saki. But none of his sexual relationships ever ended well. A few hours, a few days – several weeks, max, before Kakashi could no longer stand his partner. Could he take that kind of chance with Iruka? Then, what about Saki? He did not want to confuse the little baby. Did he want Saki growing up thinking of him as some kind of uncle who would one day leave after tiring of his father?

"Do what you think is right," Pakkun replied, knowing that did not help his master in the least, but he was not going to make up Kakashi's mind for him. This had nothing to do with the pack, but everything to do with Kakashi's personal life. Glancing over at the baby, Pakkun could not help but be slightly surprised at the uncanny resemblance to the unmasked jounin. For all of the medical impossibility of it all, there was one way to explain Saki and Kakashi's shared features. But how the hell did Iruka fit into the equation, and why did Pakkun feel like there was something more to all of this?

XXX

Kakashi heard the knock before his ninken, who were preoccupied with playing with Saki. Pakkun and Bull's ears perked up, but neither dog moved other than to glance down at their new favorite human in regret. An entire day went by far too quickly!

The jounin slid off of his perch on the couch and moved to let Iruka in, already recognizing the teacher's unique chakra long before he opened the door to reveal the brunet. Iruka gave him a small smile and held something out. Even before the scent hit Kakashi's nose, the jounin's mouth began watering.

Was that…? It was! Kakashi all but snatched the bags of Ichiraku Ramen from Iruka, speeding towards the kitchen to get chopsticks. Iruka came into the apartment at a more sedate pace, meandering into the living room where he could hear their son's adorable giggling. The image he was met with very nearly gave Iruka a heart attack. Iruka would have bolted into the room to scoop Saki off the floor and away from the massive jaws of the gigantic dog sprawled right next to the baby, but a rumbling voice held him in place.

"So you're Iruka, huh? Fine pup you have there."

Iruka blinked several times, trying to wonder if he was hallucinating, but no – that deep voice had come from the tiny pug trotting over to him and sitting at his feet. His gaze shifted back to Saki, and Iruka could only watch in amazement as the monstrously large dog licked Saki's cheek with a gentleness that seemed impossible for its size.

"Don't worry about Bull – he's harmless when it comes to babies," the tiny pug continued, gesturing in such a human-like fashion, Iruka found himself unable to do anything other than gape while trying to filter through the dog's comment. A part of him was still trying to come to grips with the fact a dog was talking to him.

"Maa, you're being rude, Pakkun." Iruka turned at the sound of Kakashi's voice and found his confusion only increasing as he watched the jounin bend down and lift the tiny dog into his arms, continuing to berate him as though he was a human. "You haven't even introduced yourself yet."

"That's your job, baka," the dog – Pakkun? – replied with a snort.

"Master? Little master hunger."

Iruka turned at the new voice, which sounded more like a growl and did not have Pakkun's grasp on grammar. He very nearly scuttled backwards when he saw the giant dog now mere inches from him, looking up at him with intelligent eyes. Another glance at that dog and Iruka realized the dog, on four legs, reached Iruka's waist. If the thing stood up on its back legs, it would easily tower over Kakashi!

"Iruka, I'm sorry about their manners. These two are Pakkun and Bull – they are my ninken. The rest of the pack left a little while ago, but these two refused to go until they met you," Kakashi said as he watched Iruka eye Bull as though the bulldog was going to try to eat him.

"N-Ninken?" Iruka eyed the dogs in a mixture of fear and respect. He had never been comfortable around pets, having dealt with his fair share of strays Naruto brought home over the years. Rabies was just one of the many things Iruka had to worry about every time Naruto came home with another scraggly cat or skittish dog. These two canines, however, were not average dogs – hell, they could speak! Not only that, they seemed to be looking at Iruka in awe. It was actually a little unsettling.

He knew Kakashi's father had been known as the White Fang in part because of his pack of ninken and that his son had followed in his footsteps in that regard. Iruka just had never thought about it too much, much less thought that one of the dogs would be so large and fearsome-looking. The dog Bull, probably sensing Iruka's unease, nudged his monstrously large head against Iruka's hand, forcing Iruka to pet him at least once before the brunet jerked his hand back.

"No bite, master mate," Bull stated calmly as though it should be a common occurrence to meet a talking dog that was larger than you. Iruka eyed the dog, taking a moment to try working through his comment and found himself blushing at the 'mate' comment. Could the dogs somehow smell that he had once slept with Kakashi? Or that, just this morning, Kakashi had kissed him?

"Friend, Bull, not mate," Pakkun corrected the bulldog, though they both knew the best term for Iruka would most certainly be mate. He gave Bull a glance that told the other ninken that they would discuss things later, away from Kakashi. Even he could sense that this Umino Iruka was not your average human. It felt like Kakashi had somehow marked this human. If Pakkun did not know any better, he would have sworn Iruka had some kind of seal on him that fed him Kakashi's energy for him to have such a familiar scent and chakra signature. But that was impossible – Kakashi would have told Pakkun if he had done such a thing. There was only one person Kakashi had ever done that for, and she was dead.

"Sorry – Bull is still learning how to speak," Kakashi explained as he gestured for Iruka to sit down, recalling what his bulldog had stated before about Saki being hungry. As Iruka moved numbly towards the couch, Kakashi back to the kitchen to grab Saki's warmed bottle, having already anticipated the baby getting hungry soon. It was amazing – Iruka's detailed instructions had made his life so less hectic than the other week when Sasuke just threw Saki at him!

When he got back into the living room, it was no surprise Iruka was holding Saki. What did surprise him, however, was the watery look in Iruka's eyes. The brunet quickly wiped at his eyes, trying to rid them of tears before Kakashi got a chance to ask if everything was alright.

"I-I missed him today," Iruka offered up as he brushed his fingers against Saki's round cheek. The baby squeaked in joy, obviously feeling the same way as he grabbed for Iruka's hand and clung to it with astonishing strength. Glancing back up at Kakashi, Iruka felt his heart lurch. The notorious Hatake Kakashi was not supposed to have that kind of warm understanding in his eyes.

"How was your first day back?" Kakashi asked as he handed over the warm bottle. Iruka took the warm milk with a nod, obviously impressed with Kakashi's foresight and ability to get Saki's bottle to the right temperature. It had taken more than a few tries for Naruto and Sasuke to get it right – and they had the burn scars on their wrists to prove it.

"Long," Iruka replied with a smile. "But worth it." It was absolutely adorable how his entire class had gotten together to throw him a welcome back party, getting small presents for Saki in hopes of convincing Iruka to bring the baby with him sometime so they could play with him. Considering his students were mature enough to orchestrate a party, complete with food and decorations without any help from their substitute teachers, Iruka could not deny them that one little request. And he would love to bring Saki with him. That way, he would not be wondering about Saki every other minute, hoping Kakashi was not having too much of a problem with him.

"Are you going to work every day?" Kakashi asked, trying to keep the hopefulness out of his voice as he watched Iruka feed Saki. The brunet shook his head, smiling down at the baby in his arms. Kakashi could not ignore the warmth in his chest as he studied the two brunets. Seeing Iruka's obvious love for the little baby, Kakashi could not even feel a moment of jealousy for Iruka's relationship with Saki. Iruka was not merely a cousin, but a father to Saki in everything but blood.

"I'll start out teaching classes three days a week. Once I get a babysitter, maybe I'll return to teaching full-time, but for now, I don't think I could be away from Saki that much," Iruka replied truthfully. "I hope he wasn't too much to handle." Did Kakashi have to summon his ninken pack for help? What could Saki have possibly done in the hours Iruka was gone?

"Not at all," Kakashi replied as he scratched behind Pakkun's ear to keep his outspoken pug from commenting on the two baths and multiple considerations of summoning Iruka to find out why Saki was crying. Iruka did not have to know just how exciting their day had been, especially when Kakashi discovered the best way to get Saki to go back to sleep was to read a little bit of his Icha Icha books out loud. All the anxiety was well-worth it. "If you want, I can watch him whenever you need a babysitter."

"Bull like little master," Bull stated as moved to sit down on his haunches right in front of Iruka, his tail wagging happily. Iruka felt the corners of his lips twitch up into a smile at the dog's obvious excitement, not to mention his master's enthusiastic response. Could Kakashi really be willing to watch Saki every chance he got? But why?

"Well, I guess…if you're not busy, that is…" Iruka started out, glancing over at Kakashi and found his cheeks warming when he saw the unhidden joy in that single visible eye. "But you have to let me pay you back for helping out." Seeing a strange glint enter Kakashi's dark eye, Iruka knew he had somehow fallen into a trap.

"Done – dinner for a day with Saki," Kakashi replied quickly, recalling their odd date last week. Not only was the company the best he had had in a while, but Iruka's cooking was more than worth any chance he might brush against the teacher and find himself once again possessed by a ghost or the most powerful lust he had ever experienced.

"You're whoring yourself as a babysitter for food?" Iruka repeated in amusement as he shook his head. He had lived with Naruto far too long to disagree with food being the greatest motivator. How else would he have gotten his little brother to pass his tests unless he sweetened the deal with ramen?

"Not just food – company too," Kakashi pointed out with a smile that even Iruka could see in the upturn of his visible eye. He had made a promise to himself – he would figure out this strange attraction to Iruka before he did anything with the teacher, which meant he would have to spend a great deal of time with the brunet. And if that meant he got stuffed with delicious food at the same time, so be it.

"Done," Iruka agreed, smiling at Kakashi's request. "But you better eat your ramen before it gets cold." He had actually picked up the ramen as an afterthought as he walked by Ichiraku's. After three months with Saki, he knew just how easy it was to forget to eat he was so busy taking care of the baby. He could only imagine Kakashi was ten times worse, considering the horrible lack of food in his apartment.

As though on cue, Kakashi's stomach rumbled loudly, catching the attention of everyone other than the baby. Flushing underneath his mask, Kakashi moved to return to the kitchen for their bowls of ramen, but froze when Pakkun jumped out of his arms and trotted towards Iruka.

The small pug did nothing other than curl up at Iruka's side while Bull inched his way closer until his massive head rested on Iruka's lap. Kakashi's eyes narrowed; those two were up to something, but hell if he knew what they intended to do. Saki was the only other person other than Kakashi that they were this friendly around. Kakashi could not help but shake his head at his thoughts. His ninken would never do anything behind his back. They were his dogs and completely loyal to him. But he could not shake the feeling that Pakkun had something planned.

Either that or they warmed up to Iruka faster than anyone else other than the baby in his arms. Recalling how Bull had greeted Iruka, Kakashi cursed inwardly as he walked towards the kitchen. His bulldog knew the difference between "friend" and "mate"; that had not been a mistake. For some reason, Bull and Pakkun were already accepting Iruka as his lover, even though Kakashi had no intention of letting things get that far anytime in the near future.

But this would certainly be the most sexually-charged friendship Kakashi had ever had.

XXX

Another night spent in Kakashi's company and Iruka was finding himself wondering what had been keeping him from getting to know the jounin better years ago. If he had, would they be in this awkward situation now? Or would they have been lovers for some time? Would Kakashi have slept with him, and then left like with so many other lovers over the years?

"Your move, Iruka," Kakashi pointed out as he leaned back in his chair, his gaze taking in the shogi board in interest. Asuma had taught him the game years ago and, since his friend's death, Kakashi played every once in a while with Nara Shikamaru or, if he was desperate, Sasuke. Though, despite his intellect, Sasuke was horrible at shogi and Kakashi could beat him in under a half hour if he wanted to.

When Iruka suggested they play, after catching a glimpse of Kakashi's shogi board on a shelf in the living room, Kakashi was too surprised to say no. And here they sat, five hours later, arguing over each other's moves and discussing their similar experiences with Naruto. It was not all that astonishing to hear some of Naruto's more annoying qualities were ones that drove Iruka insane as well. Such as his inability to understand the meaning of expiration dates. Thankfully, now that he and Sasuke moved in together, the Uchiha was in charge of grocery shopping – if for no other reason than to save himself from food poisoning.

Kakashi watched as Iruka's fingers hovered over the pieces, his eyes lighting up in amusement. A shiver of dread hit Kakashi as he recognized that expression. He had been caught and he hadn't seen it coming. Then again, Kakashi had been cocky. He was one of the best strategists in the village, second only to Shikamaru.

Iruka let his fingers touch his gold general, moving it one space forward and, in that single movement, Kakashi knew he had lost even before Iruka started chuckling. There was nowhere else to go – Iruka had surrounded his king so subtly, Kakashi had not seen it until it was too late. Damn, Iruka should be a tactician, not a schoolteacher!

"Tsumi!" Iruka cackled as he called checkmate, grinning at the disbelief in Kakashi's wide eye. The jounin simply stared at the board, obviously running through the past several moves in his head judging from the twitch in his visible eye. It was so clear now as he thought back on the past several unusual moves Iruka made - he had walked right into Iruka's trap. Iruka had actually been several moves ahead of Kakashi, but somehow played as though he was just barely holding his own in their game.

"Bastard!" Kakashi retorted good naturedly as he shook his head. "Where the hell did you learn to play? Only Shikamaru beats me so soundly nowadays," he added, not wanting to go into how hard it was to convince Shikamaru to muster up the energy to come play a game with him. Having had Shikamaru in his class in the academy, Iruka must know just how hard it was to motivate the genius to do anything other than look at clouds.

"Who do you think taught Shikamaru to play?" Iruka replied with a smile that made Kakashi realize where he had miscalculated. He had thought – like so many other misled people – that Iruka was a kind, sincere person. Lying little sneak had been tricking him this whole time into a false sense of security with his stories of Naruto's childhood! Kakashi should have known Iruka would have something up his sleeve! He knew Iruka was manipulative, just from having Naruto and Sasuke as his personal slaves! Not to mention hearing Iruka's unique teaching methods from a number of his old students. But he had forgotten everything in the presence of the warm, sweet-tempered man!

"Next time, we're opening up a bottle of sake when we play!" Kakashi stated, recalling how wobbly Iruka had been the other night after just a single bottle. Just think of how his chances of winning would improve when he knew to watch out for Iruka's tricks and the brunet's head was fuzzy from alcohol. For the first time in his life, Kakashi needed some kind of handicap to that he had a fighting chance! He could not help but smile at that realization. About time he met someone who could hold their own against him and not be so in awe of him they would do anything to remain on his good side. Iruka, on the other hand, did not seem to care whether or not he offended the jounin. No, he treated him like Gai and Kakashi's few other friends did – like any other normal person and not one of the most famous shinobi alive.

"Next time, we're starting a couple hours earlier," Iruka added with a big yawn and a stretch in his chair. "You're lucky I'm not teaching again until Wednesday."

"Like you'll sleep in," Kakashi pointed out with a snort, knowing that – even if he was exhausted – Iruka would be up at a disgustingly early hour. "You should try sleeping in sometime. It does wonders for you."

"Like you, ne? I'd rather be an early riser than a lazy bum," Iruka rebounded quickly as he chuckled, moving to stand. "I really should take Saki home, though." They both glanced over at the sleeping baby, who was curled up against Pakkun, who was similarly unconscious. It was such a cute picture, Iruka was almost hesitant to move Saki, but it was already after midnight. Iruka had promised himself he would leave Kakashi's apartment after dinner, but he had not been able to pass up the chance of playing Kakashi at shogi. He had just not been expecting the game to stretch over five hours and two pots of decaffeinated coffee.

"But you'd probably be able to keep a train of thought," Kakashi stated, poking fun at the teacher's odd knack for stringing words together into incomprehensible sentences when he was nervous. Tonight, however, Iruka had been better. Almost normal, in fact, which Kakashi knew had to be a record of some kind. Iruka had spent over five hours in his presence and had not started stumbling over his own words yet.

Iruka flushed, obviously understanding Kakashi's comment. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably, hoping he could keep from embarrassing himself again tonight. He had done well so far by keeping a safe distance away from Kakashi so that he did not jump the sexy jounin. He also refused to think about how his first and only night as a woman was spent. That way, he did not become tongue-tied or end up fantasizing about Kakashi while the jounin sat right in front of him.

Iruka slipped out of his chair and moved over to Saki and Pakkun. He had gotten used to Pakkun and Bull's presence after a few hours of watching the two dogs play with Saki. Seeing their gentleness with the baby, Iruka was no longer worried about them around the baby – they were, in fact, the perfect babysitters. Even now, asleep and snoring loudly, Pakkun was curled protectively around the baby, one paw gently thrown across Saki's round belly. Smiling at the pair, Iruka wished he did not have to move them. Iruka started scratching the little pug's ear until Pakkun lifted his head and blinked groggily at Iruka, shifting just enough that the brunet could gingerly lift Saki out of the pug's loose embrace.

Kakashi watched Iruka as the brunet shifted Saki in his arms, his movements so gentle Saki did not bat an eye as his father cuddled him against his chest. Moving, he helped Iruka collect Saki's things before moving towards the front door. Iruka shrugged into his jacket and slipped into his boots, his movements revealing the confidence of a man who had juggled his sleeping son innumerable times.

Kakashi could not help but brush his fingers against Saki's dark curls in a silent farewell. After watching the baby sleep contently for a few seconds, his gaze rose up to Iruka's face and Kakashi caught the brunet blushing. Ah, here was the nervous embarrassment he was already accustomed to.

"T-Thank you again for everything, Kakashi," Iruka whispered as he shrugged Saki's diaper bag up onto his shoulder, trying to contain his nervous chatter, but failing horribly. "You've been such a big help with Saki…and you are more than welcome to come over whenever you're free – it doesn't just have to be days when I work. I think Saki would enjoy seeing you and your ninken more. Maybe i-if you are free sometime soon and the weather's nice, we could go out somewhere. I was thinking of maybe taking Saki out to the park once it is a little warmer out." Smiling up at the jounin, he moved to leave, but froze when he heard Kakashi speak.

"That sounds great. I haven't really spent time with friends in years," Kakashi replied with a smile. Friends. He could not think of a subtler way to tell Iruka what he wanted out of their relationship. Well, truth be told, he still wanted to throw the teacher to the nearest surface and have his way with him…repeatedly. But, if they had some boundaries – such as considering one another just friends and having Saki to act as a buffer – maybe Kakashi could control himself.

At least until he figured out what the hell he felt for Umino Iruka and why this one man was different from everyone else he had ever met other than Keiko.
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