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All For the Sake of Pleasure	By : Kanemoshi Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 8225 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Twenty One
Iruka very nearly fell to the floor in surprise when he walked into his apartment to find Kakashi sprawled out across the floor on his belly. He was not expecting to see the mysterious, powerful jounin lying on the uncomfortably hard wooden floor; having lain on the same floor many times as he tried to work on grading homework, Iruka knew its abilities to make anyone's body scream in pain after a short while. Not only that, but he was playing some odd game with a happily squealing Saki, who was currently propped up into a lounging position with a pillow. It was the perfect picture of domesticity and went against every part of Kakashi's hard-earned reputation of a perverse, unemotional, hardened shinobi. But Iruka knew better, having gotten to know the jounin in the past few weeks. Kakashi was nothing like the man he was in public, for which Iruka was eternally grateful.
Instead of passing out from sheer surprise, Iruka found enough self-control to lean against the doorframe and simply watch as Kakashi covered up his face, which only sent Saki into a fit of giggles when he finally revealed his masked face again. After several moments of secretly watching the pair, it hit Iruka what the tall jounin was doing. Realizing the infamous Hatake Kakashi was playing peek-a-boo with their son with such obvious joy gripped Iruka's heart with such strength it momentarily left him breathless.
Kakashi truly was the perfect father for Saki. Not only was he responsible, gladly taking care of Saki several hours every day while Iruka went to work, cleaned his apartment, or any other thing he had planned for that day, but Saki absolutely adored him.
How could Kakashi not see that Saki was his son? Not only did Saki have that same quirky personality, but every day he looked more and more like the secretive jounin. His eyes had the same shape and were bound to turn a similar dark color one day as Kakashi's natural eye. Iruka could not know for certain, considering he had never seen Kakashi's entire face, but he had the feeling that Saki's dimples came from the jounin, since they had certainly not come from him. Then there was Saki's intellect. The little brunet was obviously far more advanced than other children his age and Iruka had the feeling it was not entirely due to being in such close contact with his genius father. What other kind of three month old baby could play peek-a-boo? No, Saki had gotten quite a few of Kakashi's famed traits.
"Babababababaaaaa!"
Iruka was pulled from his thoughts at a loud squeal that, judging from its high pitch, could not have come from the jounin. Blinking a few times, Iruka found his gaze focusing on their son, whose dark blue gaze was directed at him. The first time Saki started babbling incoherently Iruka had been cooking dinner for him and Kakashi – an event that had become an almost daily occurrence. Even though it was just a single syllable, that little 'ba' was enough to make his eyes tear up. It also resulted in Iruka forgetting that he was cooking and burning dinner so badly, Kakashi took them out to dinner to "celebrate" Saki's first word.
Even though it had been over a week since Saki started babbling, Iruka could not get over the adorable sound, much less the fact every time Saki said it, he always had his eyes on Iruka. All the baby books said babies did not start babbling until they were four months old and it was a little longer before they started to refer to their parents as mama or dada. But Iruka knew that, for now, he was 'baba' to the adorable baby who now was grabbing at the air, signaling the chuunin that he wanted to be picked up.
Kakashi followed the baby's gaze, surprised to catch a glimpse of Iruka in the doorframe. What kind of shinobi was he that a chuunin could sneak up on him? With a smirk, he answered his own question. He was a jounin who preferred to play peek-a-boo with Saki than worry about the chakra signature that was now as familiar as his own. If it had been a threatening presence, he knew he would have been on guard instantly.
"I didn't hear you come in," Kakashi said as he rolled over on his side to fully look at Iruka. Taking in the brunet, Kakashi had to bite his tongue to keep himself from groaning. Damn, Iruka looked downright edible right now. It did not matter that his hair was sticking up every which way – something Kakashi had come to realize meant the brunet had a stressful day with his rowdy students, resulting in raking his hands through his hair to keep his temper in check – or that Iruka was wearing the customary shinobi uniform. Put all together, with those warm, gentle eyes and small smile, Iruka was the most beautiful man Kakashi had ever seen. And, from the instantaneous hardening of his cock, Kakashi's entire body agreed with that assessment. If only he had not promised himself that he would take things slow with Iruka!
It had been a few weeks since he started babysitting Saki while Iruka spent a few hours at the academy – and they had been the best weeks of Kakashi's life. It did not matter that he now had no energy to do anything other than sleep once Iruka got off work. Though somehow, he found some last reserve of energy so that he could sit through a meal and a conversation or two with Iruka before saying good night. All that mattered was that he could openly watch Saki sleep. He had enough opportunities to become a master at diapers and baths. He could cradle the baby in his arms as he fed him or told him dirty Icha Icha stories, glad that Saki could not yet repeat everything he said. If Iruka had any idea how he got Saki to go to sleep some days, he'd kill Kakashi for exposing his infant to such things.
"Some jounin you are," Iruka quickly replied, his smile revealing that he was not worried about Kakashi's attention being entirely on Saki. Iruka's apartment had enough jutsu protecting it that having Kakashi's guard up would be overkill. Sasuke and Naruto made certain their favorite brother and nephew would always be safe, to the point Iruka wondered if they weren't overdoing things a little. One or two shields were understandable, but Iruka had enough protection, he could house all the kages and no one would be worried about their safety.
Kakashi only laughed at his old students' over-protectiveness when Iruka first showed him the jutsu. He could see Naruto as overreacting, but Sasuke? Then again, Iruka had let a few stories about the Ice Queen that surprised Kakashi. He never knew the Uchiha loved to spoil Saki rotten every chance he got. For some reason, though, the more Kakashi thought about it, the more sense Sasuke's actions made. Knowing he would never have a child of his own, it was no wonder Sasuke spoiled Saki - or why Kakashi would do anything for that same little baby.
Studying the brunet, Kakashi would have moved to stand, but he had the feeling that a certain part of his anatomy might be visible if he got off the floor right now. Hell, who was he kidding; it would be like saying no one would notice the Hokage Monument unless you pointed it out! Not to say that he was obscenely large, but no one had ever complained that Kakashi was lacking in size. So, to keep Iruka from seeing his raging erection, Kakashi remained safely on the floor where he could shift and try to hide the fact he could hammer nails right now. No one – man or woman – should look that beddable when they were seconds away from passing out from exhaustion, but somehow Iruka could. Despite the jolt of lust that hit him, Kakashi still felt a surge of protectiveness towards the teacher.
Somehow, he had grown used to this mixture of protectiveness and downright insane lust towards the brunet every time he saw him.
"I made dinner," Kakashi offered up, hoping the brunet was not going to start fainting – he was nowhere near close to gaining enough control of his lower body to stand up. He could probably poke out someone's eye in his current state! Groaning under his breath, Kakashi could not help but wonder what was wrong with him. Standing mere feet away was the sexiest man he had ever met – and Kakashi was doing nothing?
It was then the memories returned. Her soft laugh and gentle smile that made his chest tighten. The silkiness of her hair spread across his pillow and the soft pant of her breath as she slept, oblivious to the world around her. But the worst of all was the memory of Keiko sleeping by his side, touching her rounded belly while holding his hand against it so Kakashi could feel Saki kick. The memories that continued to haunt him made Kakashi's erection and lust disappear so quickly, it left his head spinning.
"You? You made dinner?" Iruka asked incredulously, eyeing the jounin in disbelief. Kakashi couldn't boil water and anything more difficult than take-out was beyond the genius's capabilities; how the hell had he accomplished an entire meal? "Is it edible?" Iruka asked jokingly, but his attempts at humor failed, judging from the strange mixture of emotion in Kakashi's visible eye.
It might be a trick of the lighting, but it almost looked as though Kakashi was sad, but Iruka had no idea why the man would be feeling sorrow when only moments ago he was perfectly fine, laughing with his son as they played games.
"Yeah," Kakashi replied quietly as he moved to stand. Staring down at the floor, he took several deep breaths to get his emotions under control. It did not matter how much time passed, the hole Keiko's death left would never go away. Though, when he was with Iruka, laughing with the bright, optimistic teacher, he felt like he could one day be normal again. But why was it he felt that same tightening of his chest whenever he was around the brunet?
"Are you okay, Kakashi?" Iruka forgot about his own exhaustion as he moved forward and gently touched Kakashi on the arm. The jounin jerked back quickly, as though burned by Iruka's very touch. In the past few weeks, as they developed a close friendship, Kakashi had been reasonably comfortable with his touch. From the lust in Kakashi's eyes, it was obvious that the jounin still felt that same desire they had very nearly acted on almost a month ago, but they had somehow worked around that. They did not kiss; they did not touch one another inappropriately. But the sexual tension was always there, threatening to bubble to the surface and take them on a ride that promised to be the greatest night of their lives.
"Just tired," Kakashi replied. He was not technically lying, but he was not physically tired. He could watch Iruka and Saki at night and babysit the baby during the day; he had always been able to function with a few hours of sleep. But this was not a mission. There was no soldier pill he could take to get rid of this kind of exhaustion. He just wanted to know when the pain would finally diminish, when the regret would abate. When would he be able to think about Keiko without wishing he had been a different person when she was alive? Why did he have to start learning how to be a normal, emotional human being with her cousin, not her?
Iruka moved before he thought his plan through. He was all too accustomed to his students, to Naruto and Sasuke, and everyone else he knew well. Wrapping his arms around Kakashi in a comforting embrace, Iruka let his head fall gently onto the jounin's shoulder. As he kept his arms loosely wrapped around the jounin, Iruka could feel just how different it was to hug the powerful man. He did not instantly wrap his arms around Iruka like Naruto would. He did not reluctantly melt into his embrace after momentarily pretending to be uncomfortable with the display of emotion like Sasuke did.
No, Kakashi was completely different.
Almost as soon as Iruka had his arms around the muscular jounin, his entire world spun as he found himself pulled into a tight embrace that he had no urge to get out of. Instead, Iruka reveled in the warmth and strength of those arms. He did not think twice as he tilted his head up, gladly accepting the miraculously bare lips that came into contact with his own.
Groaning softly into the jounin's mouth, Iruka shifted his arms, weaving his fingers into impossibly soft hair. Tightening his hold of that hair, Iruka pulled himself flush against Kakashi, forcing the jounin to bow his head as he returned the kiss. Damn, how could he have forgotten what Kakashi's kiss was like? It was heaven with a touch of the sinful deliciousness of hell.
Kakashi tasted like a mixture of mint and salt, along with the spiciness of danger and the pure electricity of barely restrained power. As Iruka tightened his grip around Kakashi's neck, the jounin's arms shifted. For a brief moment, Iruka mourned the loss of his scorching embrace, but when those same hands grabbed for his ass, the brunet instantly forgot everything other than the jounin pressed against him from shoulder to thigh. This close, Iruka could feel the proof of Kakashi's desire. A slight shift of Kakashi's hips sent a shiver down the brunet's back as the jounin's hard cock pressed firmly against Iruka's belly. Iruka could not help but cry out as Kakashi effortlessly lifted him as though he weighed no more than a feather.
Instinctively, Iruka's legs wrapped around Kakashi's narrow middle as the jounin walked forwards, blindly searching for a wall, a table, a couch – hell, he'd take anything at the moment – for him to ravish Iruka on. Finally, he slammed the brunet against a wall with enough force, Kakashi had the feeling he would be fixing a wall later. Right now, though, he could care less. Crushing Iruka for an instant against the cracked wall before pulling back so that he could rock his hips against the teacher's, Kakashi found himself lost underneath the brunet's delicious kiss and the feel of his warm body against his own.
Iruka felt lightheaded – when was the last time he had taken a breath? He could not remember, but had a feeling that the lack of oxygen might be only one of the reasons he felt dizzy. It could also be due to the jounin slowly grinding against him, teasing Iruka's hardening cock. Then again, the lack of blood to his head may also be a cause of his faintness. Iruka groaned into their kiss, not sure if he could survive another night with Kakashi, but hell, it would be one amazing way to go.
"Babaaaaa!"
The two men froze at that affronted babble, for a moment confusion replacing their lust. As Kakashi and Iruka realized the source of that sound, they separated so quickly, their movements must have been a blur to the baby's eyes. Iruka found himself falling to the floor as his weak knees gave out from underneath him. Trembling on the floor, Iruka knew there was no chance he could stand back up as long as his legs felt like jell-o.
Kakashi, on the other hand, was gripping a wall across the room for support. His heart racing, his breathing labored, he was a complete mess. A simple kiss should never get him so worked up, he forgot Saki was there, much less forget to the point he had been about to rip Iruka's pants off and fuck him into delicious oblivion.
Swallowing heavily, Iruka tried to take control of his legs, but they refused to move other than the occasional weak shake. After several more silent moments where all he could hear was the pounding over his own heart, Iruka finally gained enough strength to lever himself up into a standing position with the help of the wall. It was not a flattering or graceful movement, nor was his stumbling across the living room to drop down at Saki's side, but at the moment, Kakashi seemed to be too preoccupied with trying to keep himself standing to care about Iruka's own wobbly legs.
Iruka lifted Saki into his arms, unable to help the smile that crept onto his face as his son let out a squeal of joy, grabbing for Iruka's face the moment he was tucked against Iruka's chest. Iruka dropped a kiss on the baby's round cheek, and then nuzzled his nose against Saki's neck, which only sent the baby into another peal of laughter.
It did not matter how tired, how sexually frustrated, or how confused he was – Saki always made him feel better with a giggle, a gentle touch, or even a single look. Iruka dropped his head, pressing his head against his chest as he moved to stand with Saki securely in his arms, his legs somehow finding the strength to move with ease as he went to sit on the couch.
Simply holding Saki for several minutes, Iruka kept his eyes trained on the baby. He only looked up when he felt the couch shift, catching a glimpse of Kakashi as the jounin sat down next to him. Though they were on complete opposite ends of the couch without any part of their bodies touching, Iruka was as aware of every breath, every minute shift of Kakashi's tall frame, as though the jounin was pressed up against him.
"I-Iruka…I…" Kakashi ran a hand through his hair in frustration. What the hell was wrong with him? Any kindness Iruka showed him, he jumped the poor brunet like Iruka was the last person in the world. His original idea of being haunted was coming back as a possibility, no matter how quickly Pakkun had shot it down when he first mentioned it. What else could possibly explain why he felt such raging, uncontrollable emotions whenever he was in the same room as Iruka?
This was not like his teenage lust he had for the handsome brunet years ago. Nor was this like the gentle tug to his heart he felt whenever he had watched Keiko. This was something more powerful, less controllable. And Kakashi didn't like it one bit. He had always prided himself in his self-control. He was the perfect shinobi – except for when it concerned one certain brunet teacher who had somehow wormed his way into Kakashi's heart and life to the point Kakashi could no longer imagine what it would be like without him.
That thought made Kakashi freeze, dousing his lust as though he had been thrown in icy water. He was not supposed to feel like this for Iruka. He had fallen in love with Keiko – but whatever it as he was developing for Iruka, it was something he was not yet ready to admit to, much less voice.
"Kakashi, it isn't…I mean…" Iruka stumbled on his own words, unsure how to voice his thoughts. It was about time he and Kakashi discussed their attraction towards one another, but how could he simply come out and admit that Kakashi was the best lover he had ever had and he was more than willing to try things out without any jutsu hiding his identity this time. Who was he kidding? Kakashi would kill him if he told him that he had been Keiko – or that Keiko had in fact never existed at all. Not only would Kakashi probably wonder if he could trust Iruka after tricking him into a night of sex, but the jounin may just find Iruka's actions disgusting. Iruka knew he was still wondering what had possessed him to accept Tsunade's stupid mission. Maybe he had lost his mind for a little while. Why else pretend to be a seductress with one of the most dangerous men in their village?
Brushing his fingers against Saki's cheek as the baby studied his face with his other father's almost inhuman intelligence, Iruka somehow found the words he was searching for. "It isn't that I'm not attracted to you – we both know that." To that, Kakashi let out a snort, proving the jounin was regaining his sarcastic sense of humor. Attraction didn't even begin to cover what they felt for one another. Magnetic desire might be a better phrase than something as innocent-sounding as attraction. "I don't want to pressure you into anything, either. But, with Saki…I don't want this – whatever it is that this is between us – to…to be a passing thing."
Iruka blushed at those words as he kept his eyes trained on Saki. Having gotten to know Kakashi these past several weeks, he knew a great deal more about Kakashi than before, but there were some things the jounin still kept tightly locked away. One such thing was his inability to admit that Saki was his son, even though he obviously loved being with the baby. Iruka did not know if that denial stemmed from his obviously strained relationship with his own father, who Kakashi refused to speak of even though it had been years since his father died. He did not know what else could explain Kakashi's cold response when he had told the jounin he was pregnant with his child.
"I understand," Kakashi said after a silent minute. Nodding his head, he brought a hand up to brush his fingers against Saki's dark hair. If he was Saki's father, he would certainly not want to confuse the baby with people in his life. If he was going to be with someone, he would have to be in a committed relationship for Saki's sake. He would not be able to sleep with anyone he wanted for a few months, then tire of them and move onto someone else. What kind of message would that send to Saki? What kind of unstable environment would that be for a baby to grow up in?
Iruka shifted, bringing his eyes up to look into Kakashi's face. Slowly, he moved his hand to cup the jounin's masked cheek. Brushing a finger against the coarse material of his mask, Iruka found himself smiling. "I'm not asking for anything now, and no matter what I will stay your friend…" he trailed off as he studied the jounin's visible eye for any indication of Kakashi's response. What he saw there was a mixture of seriousness and uncertainty.
"I know," Kakashi replied with a quick nod, but did not move away from Iruka's gentle touch. As he studied Iruka, he wondered how he should respond. He had never had a relationship before. The longest he could boast having the same lover was a month or two and even then, they knew nothing about him other than his name and that he was a fantastic lover. He had always liked it that way. He did not want to open up around anyone, exposing his vulnerabilities, chancing getting hurt. But what Iruka asked was much more than mind-blowing sex for several months or even a year or two. Iruka was asking him to be a large part of his and Saki's lives. How could Kakashi do that when he had so many unresolved issues concerning Keiko? Maybe, when he finally let go and the memories of her stopped haunting him, he could make a commitment to the two brunets that he would be glad to keep.
"I can't promise anything now, but…but give me time," Kakashi added with a small smile that his mask did nothing to cover up as the same emotion reached his natural eye. With a gentle touch he had not even known himself to be capable of, Kakashi brushed his fingers against Iruka's scarred cheek as he leaned forwards and kissed that same marked skin.
Iruka's heart raced at the jounin's sweet gesture and his words. He was not refusing immediately, which meant Iruka could dare to hope that, someday, Kakashi would accept Saki as his own and Iruka could tell him the entire truth of their son's birth.
"S-so, you said something about dinner?" Iruka asked, trying to ignore the warmth that burned his cheeks as Kakashi looked at him with an emotion he was not sure he would ever be able to decipher, other than that it made his heart race.
"Do you always think with your stomach?" Kakashi asked, his deep voice filled with humor. He had learned that Iruka was punctual in all things, especially when it came to his meals and, having since started taking care of Saki, Iruka had come to adore him for the simple reason he could now have normal meals.
"Not always," Iruka replied with a mixture of innocence and perversion that very nearly had Kakashi grabbing him again and saying to hell with uncertainty over his feelings for Iruka and whether or not those emotions were enough to build a real relationship on. Damn it, Iruka was teasing him after they had just cracked a wall in their desire for one another?
Kakashi knew he had a limited amount of time to make a decision concerning Iruka and Saki because not even he was that strong. Above all else, he knew that the brunet teacher now cackling in front of him was not as nice as everyone seemed to think he was. No, Iruka could be downright manipulative when he wanted to be. And, according to Naruto and Sasuke, Iruka was accustomed to getting his way. Kakashi very nearly groaned out loud at that thought.
"So…food? And it better not be take-out again. I don't know how you somehow ordered pizza wrong the other night, but I don't trust you calling orders in anymore," Iruka stated as he stood up, shifting Saki in his arms while the baby giggled and cooed happily. He moved towards the kitchen to see what Kakashi had deemed appropriate for dinner this time all the while praying that Kakashi had not ordered ramen-topped pizza again.
Kakashi watched as Iruka walked out of the room, his natural eye trained on the delicious, seductive swing of Iruka's ass – a purely natural gait, as Kakashi had come to learn after getting to know Iruka, but one Iruka was using to his full advantage. Then there was the way Iruka's pants fit snuggly against that same ass and those powerful legs that had, mere minutes before, been wrapped around his waist. Groaning as he threw his head back against the couch, covering his natural eye with his hand, Kakashi wondered what he had done to deserve this kind of torture.
Kakashi knew he better make a decision soon because Iruka was not going to make this easy on him.
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