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All For the Sake of Pleasure	By : Kanemoshi Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 8219 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Twenty Three
Kakashi could not hide the grin stretching across his face as he brushed his fingers against Iruka's bare hip. His brunet's skin was impossibly smooth and warm, radiating enough heat that it was almost unbearably hot – almost. At the moment, it could be sweltering and Kakashi would still continue to spoon his lover if for no other reason than it gave him the chance to nuzzle his nose against the side of Iruka's neck as he listened to his brunet sleep.
Pressing his lips against Iruka's shoulder, Kakashi had to remind himself that he had promised to let Iruka sleep for at least a little while. After keeping his brunet up until the sun was rising, showing Iruka many, many times over that he was Kakashi's, it was the least the jounin could do. Iruka made an adorable snuffling sound as he moved in his sleep, turning so that he was facing Kakashi. The jounin watched in amusement as Iruka's scarred nose wrinkled as though he somehow knew that Kakashi's mind was starting down that dark pathway that resulted in hours of pleasure and sleep deprivation.
Iruka brought one hand up to Kakashi's chest, his fingers coming to rest over the jounin's heart. Kakashi could not help but be oddly touched by his lover's unconscious gesture. Then, Iruka smiled in his sleep and let out a sigh that suspiciously sounded like "Kakashi". The jounin felt a strange tightness in his chest as he studied Iruka's peaceful expression.
Unable to help himself, Kakashi brushed his lips against the tip of Iruka's nose. In response, Iruka wiggled his nose, but remained unconscious. With a gentleness he did not know he possessed, Kakashi shifted Iruka so that he could pull his arm out from underneath his brunet. Iruka did not seem to be roused by the slight movement, so Kakashi took his chances and slipped out of bed.
As reluctant as he was to leave Iruka's warm embrace, he had to. He had become so accustomed to Saki's schedule and every sound the baby made that he knew Saki was getting ready to wake up. Already, Kakashi heard soft, telling whimpers from a little white walkie-talkie that was sitting on Iruka's nightstand. And, though he had quite a few questions concerning that little bit of technology and Iruka's supposed ignorance about his nightly visits, he was not about to rudely jar Iruka awake with the cries of a baby. No – for the first time, Kakashi could be the one there when Saki woke up in the morning. That reward was just enough to get him to slip from the room.
Kakashi made his way towards Saki's crib and, when he saw the baby sucking in air – preparing for a loud cry – he quickly plucked him out of the crib. Instantly, any threat of Saki screaming disappeared as the baby froze mid-inhale, his eyes widening as he stared at Kakashi. If Saki was a little older, Kakashi would have sworn he could see the gears working in the little boy's head as he tried to figure out why his babysitter was here this early in the morning.
Saki let out a surprised squeak, followed by the most excited giggle Kakashi had ever had the luck to hear. Grinning, Kakashi shifted the baby in his arms and Saki instantly went to playing with the end of his nose, those tiny hands touching every inch of his uncharacteristically bare face. It was not the first time he had been unmasked in front of the baby, but this was certainly the first time Saki had gotten to see his entire face this early in the morning.
With that, Kakashi made his way through the apartment. Focusing his attention on Saki, he moved out of instinct as he started warming up a bottle of milk. It took no more than a few minutes and a quick check of the temperature of the milk on his wrist for Kakashi to prepare the bottle. Shifting Saki in his arms, he started feeding the little brunet as he meandered across the apartment once again and made his way back into Iruka's bedroom.
Once he reached the small room, Kakashi leaned against the doorframe, easily cradling Saki in his other arm. Kakashi listened as the baby happily sucked his bottle down with gusto, making the cutest sounds. But right now, his eyes were on his sleeping lover.
Suddenly, Iruka bolted up as though he had been shocked awake. For a few moments, he glanced around the room in utter confusion until his gaze finally settled on Kakashi and Saki. Kakashi could not help but chuckle at the brunet's mussed hair – it looked as though birds were about to build their nest. But Kakashi had never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life.
Iruka blinked blearily, still obviously half awake because it took him several seconds to recall why it was understandable Kakashi was leaning against his bedroom door, showing off his entire body, other than a concession to modesty in the form of a tight pair of black boxers. And then there was the look in Kakashi's mismatched eyes as the jounin pushed off the doorframe, moving across the floor with a predatory grace. Had it not been for the tiny baby cuddled against Kakashi's bare chest, Iruka might have felt a moment of worry.
He had the feeling that it would take years to completely recover from the absolutely fantastic night he had had. And Iruka had no urge to get over it. The slight soreness of his entire body, not simply his aching rear, was a reminder of the best night of his life. It made him remember the now screaming muscles that had been worked beyond the point of exhaustion as Kakashi took him over and over until they passed out.
Iruka then focused his gaze on the rest of Kakashi and his jaw dropped. There was no mistaking the parallel marks that stretched across Kakashi's chest and neck and, recalling last night, Iruka knew there must be far worse ones covering his back and ass. As the jounin moved closer to him, unaware of Iruka's train of thought, Iruka could see the marks much more clearly. The angry red lines were not simply small scratches. Iruka's eyes focused on several marks that had scabbed over while he slept - proof that he had, in fact, drawn blood several times throughout the night. Iruka was never one to inflict pain on his lovers – in fact he was normally downright boring in the bedroom and freely admitted that. But Kakashi had unleashed something in him last night and Iruka had not been in control of himself from the moment Kakashi had said those fateful two words: I want.
"I'm so sorry!" Iruka squeaked, his hand stretching out to brush his fingertips against one of the most painful-looking marks, but froze when he heard Kakashi's voice.
"Don't apologize – I liked it and you know it," the jounin admitted proudly, glancing down at his battle scars from a single night spent in Iruka's company. Damn, he hadn't realized just how many times Iruka had scratched him, not to mention how deeply his brunet had sunk his claws in. Glancing at his more pained shoulder, Kakashi caught a glimpse of a bite mark that would certainty take weeks to heal. The thought of just how uncontrolled Iruka was last night made him smile proudly.
Kakashi sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and something Iruka dared not to name. Iruka bit his inner cheek as he thought about Kakashi's words. He liked it. So he wasn't angry or offended that Iruka had hurt him? It was then that realization dawned on Iruka. Kakashi actually liked a bit of pain. From everything Iruka had come to learn about the silver-haired man, it made an odd amount of sense, but he could not help but wonder just how far Kakashi would let him take that dark fantasy.
Blushing slightly at his own thoughts, Iruka bowed his head, and brought a hand up to run through his hair only to discover his hair was a complete mess. Blushing furiously, Iruka tried to tame his knotted hair, but froze when he heard Kakashi's rumbling laugh.
"Your hair looks fine," Kakashi stated as he leaned forwards, brushing his lips against Iruka's. As he sat back, Kakashi watched as Iruka bowed his head, his cheeks turning a deep red that made the scar across his nose stand out. Shifting his gaze downward, Kakashi proudly eyed the love bites that littered Iruka's neck and check. Then, before his brunet realized that he was deliciously naked and only his manhood was covered by the rumpled sheets, Kakashi bent down and brushed his lips against the adorable curve of Iruka's belly.
Iruka let out a squeak that sounded like it should have come from his son from its pitch. Moving quickly, he tugged the sheets up to his neck, trying his best to give Kakashi his best teacher glare. But, judging from the dimples in Kakashi's cheeks, the jounin did not find his glower all too frightening.
Kakashi gently laid a happily cooing Saki down on the bed, placing the baby's now empty bottle on the floor before his moved closer to Iruka. Gently stealing the sheet from Iruka's white-knuckled grasp, Kakashi pulled it back down as he pressed his lips against Iruka's.
Stunned, Iruka could not do anything other than watch as Kakashi sat back and gave him a small smile. There was warmth in Kakashi's features that Iruka had never thought he would see and an affectionate glint to his eyes that sent the brunet's heart pounding.
"Don't hide things from me," Kakashi whispered as he brushed his fingers against Iruka's belly, and then leaned forwards, sliding his fingers to Iruka's back. Touching the knotted tissue that trailed down Iruka's spine, Kakashi pressed his lips against the brunet's cheek. Needless to say, it had been a shock this morning when he caught a glimpse of Iruka's scarred back when his brunet had rolled over in his sleep. He had been nearly asleep when he saw the mark, jolting him awake to the point Kakashi could not have slept if he tried. Thoughts filled his mind, not allowing him to sleep. Who had dared to hurt Iruka? When? Why? Did it still pain him? Most of all, where was the bastard so Kakashi could track him down and kill him?
So, for those few hours he let Iruka sleep, oblivious to the rest of the world, Kakashi had simply laid there, watching him. Slowly, his curiosity, vengeance and worry slipped away as he observed his sleeping lover. From time to time, his fingertips would brush over Iruka's soft skin, each touch his own secretive form of worship - secretive because Iruka could have no idea just how much he meant to Kakashi. It was not simply the amazing sex. Nor was it giving Kakashi the chance to spend time with Saki. It was just not their conversations or Iruka's ability to make him laugh with ease. It was lying next to Iruka as he slept, watching every emotion flicker across his lover's face, feeling every minute shift of his body as Iruka instinctively curled up next to him. It was feeling his chest tighten as he realized that, even in his sleep, Iruka trusted him completely – and perhaps felt more for him than he ever let on.
It may sound like something out of one of his novels, but Kakashi could not help but wonder if it was possible for someone like him to be lucky enough to find love twice.
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