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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 Four
Iruka stretched his arms behind his head as he yawned loudly. His entire chest cried out at the movement, sore from last night's bout in endurance and depraved pleasure. If nothing else, Iruka was getting his exercise in thanks to Kakashi and the man's ravenous sexual appetite.
Slowly, as to not wake said sleeping sex god, Iruka slid out of bed and moved towards his closet. Somehow, in the past three weeks, he and Kakashi had fallen into a perfect schedule. On the days he had classes to teach, he got up early and went to the academy to prepare for the day long before Kakashi or Saki were awake. By the time he got off work, Kakashi and Saki were outside the academy waiting for him. The baby was always sleeping on Kakashi's shoulder, oblivious to the rest of the world as he drooled all over Kakashi's jacket and waking up only an hour or so later when Kakashi and Iruka were making dinner. The jounin did not appear to care that Saki took his afternoon nap on him. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.
Iruka froze as he passed in front of his full-length mirror and, as he looked at his reflection, wished he had gotten rid of the damn thing long ago. The reflective glass revealed his chubby belly and stretch marks that Kakashi always called adorable. He could only wonder if the jounin had any idea what could have caused those dark lines or the additional weight that any other shinobi would be disgusted by.
Every time he saw the roundness of his belly, his stomach flipped in disgust. How could he keep lying to Kakashi? Yet, every time he opened his mouth, somehow mustering up a flicker of courage, his thoughts were led astray by Kakashi. Either a kiss, a gentle caress – Kakashi had a full arsenal of distractive actions that made Iruka forget for a short while that he had a conscience, unknowingly sabotaging Iruka's attempts at being honest.
He had yet to work up the nerve to sit Kakashi down, demanding his lover not touch him, look at him, or otherwise arouse him in any way, and seriously talk to him about his duplicity. But how could he possibly tell Kakashi that he had been Keiko all along? Things had been going so well between them these past few weeks. A part of Iruka was not ready to ruin things, no matter how sickened he was by his own cowardice.
Iruka touched the stubborn belly fat that refused to go away despite all of his physical activity in the past few weeks and felt repulsed. Not only did his roundness remind him of his lies, but just how much his life had changed in a short period of time. He used to be dedicated to training, but his entire life had been turned upside down by Saki and now Kakashi. He could not fault either male for changing his life – how could he when every day was more than he could have ever asked for? No, he was dismayed by how easy for him it was to push aside his shinobi duties, such as keeping in shape and training daily, to the side.
Closing his eyes, Iruka tried to will away the tears that pricked at his eyes. Being with Kakashi was a dream come true, but lying next to the infamous jounin every night reminded him of his own failings as a shinobi. Iruka had always been sensitive about his position. How could he not when, as a child, he had always felt like a failure? He hadn't been able to save his parents, and he was barely able to pass his classes in the academy afterwards. He had just given up, resorting to jokes and pranks just to get attention. Had it not been for Naruto, he probably would have given up on his dream of becoming a shinobi altogether. But it was the only way he could make ends meet and raise his little brother, so he studied until he was ill. He trained to the point of passing out. And he had continued that dedication to his profession until Saki and Kakashi came along. Now, he had something more important to him than his job.
Iruka took a shaky breath of air, wondering why he was thinking about all of this now. He had a beautiful son and the most wonderful lover he could ask for. But why the hell was Kakashi staying with him? He was pudgy, overly emotional, and otherwise not worthy of the handsome, wonderful jounin that graced his bed. And, worst of all, he was a liar. What else could he call himself when he knowingly withheld information about himself that Kakashi deserved to know?
Suddenly, there were two warm, gentle arms wrapping around his middle. Instinctively, Iruka found himself leaning against Kakashi's strong chest as the jounin pressed a kiss against his shoulder. Just three weeks and already, everything with Kakashi was second nature. Feeling that protective embrace was just as necessary as breathing. And Iruka feared what would happen when he told Kakashi the truth and the impossible task of getting over losing the jounin as not just a lover, but as a friend.
Kakashi had woken up unusually early, sensing something was wrong. He had not been expecting to see Iruka standing still, his eyes closed, and his thick eyelashes glittering with tears. The sight had sent a jolt of pain through him. He thought Iruka was happy, but apparently not.
"What's wrong?" he asked quietly as he tightened his arms around his brunet in a gentle hug. Iruka tilted his head back, resting it against Kakashi's shoulder.
"Nothing really, just thinking," Iruka mumbled as he opened his eyes slowly and caught a glimpse of the worry in Kakashi's features. Turning his head, he brushed his lips against Kakashi's neck and was rewarded with an instant shiver that travelled throughout his lover's body.
Kakashi bit back a groan as his lover's teeth grazed his sensitive skin. Iruka already had him twisted around his finger – did he really have to show off every chance he got, seducing Kakashi over and over again? Already, his cock started to stiffen, pressing against his lover's beautifully rounded ass. Kakashi could not help but grind his hips against Iruka's, his breath coming out in pants as he recalled last night…and every other night, morning, and afternoon since he had become the luckiest man in the world.
"About what?" Kakashi questioned as he gently took Iruka by the shoulders and turned his lover around. Looking into Iruka's features, he caught a glimpse of weariness that he had never seen before. It was then, in a moment of inspiration that Kakashi understood what was going through his lover's mind. How many times had Iruka been self-conscious despite all Kakashi's assurances that he worshiped his brunet's body? How often did Iruka wonder why Kakashi stayed with him, posing the question in every way possible other than directly? Kakashi knew Iruka had thought himself subtle in his queries, but the jounin was known as a genius for a reason. Iruka asked jokingly why he got stuck with a pervert like Kakashi. He wondered aloud where Kakashi got the patience to deal with him and Saki instead of running in the other direction. He still was uncomfortable with exposing himself with the lights on.
"Iruka, I know you're wondering about something, so ask me," Kakashi demanded quietly as he looked directly into Iruka's eyes, knowing his bi-colored gaze was disconcerting to most, but Iruka looked back at him unflinchingly. It was just another thing he loved about his brunet.
"Why me?" Iruka replied softly as his eyes softened, his voice holding confusion and uncertainty unlike anything Kakashi had ever heard before. Tears silently slipped from his lover's dark eyes as Kakashi found himself shaking his head. Kakashi had never thought Iruka would feel the inadequacy that was so visible in his features now. Unworthiness – there was no other way to place the sentiment Kakashi could read in his lover's eyes. It sent a stab of pain through the jounin's chest as he realized that Iruka had been bottling up these emotions since they started seeing each other. "I'm nothing special…I'm just a fat chuunin and you're…you."
Kakashi furrowed his eyebrows at those words, shaking his head in disbelief. Is that how Iruka really felt? No wonder he was always asking those bizarre questions about why Kakashi remained with him. "For a teacher, you're an idiot," Kakashi stated as he took a step back, holding Iruka's shoulders firmly so his brunet could not turn away as he slowly trailed his eyes across every inch of his beautifully bronzed skin. Despite the severity of their conversation, his cock rose to attention just from the sight of Iruka.
"W-What?" Iruka asked as he blushed furiously, unable to keep his eyes off of Kakashi's swelling member. The man was insatiable! And Kakashi's lustful looks, slowly sliding up and down his body, seared Iruka's very skin as he tried to ignore his own immediate response to Kakashi's lingering gaze. Damn it, every time he tried being honest, Kakashi did this to him!
Kakashi moved quickly, gripping Iruka's wrist, and brought his lover's hand to his erection. Even as Iruka's fingers brushed against his cock, Kakashi groaned appreciatively, almost forgetting the point of having Iruka touch him. Before he was too stupefied by his desire for his lover, Kakashi spoke. "This is proof of how special you are, baka. Just looking at you makes me hard. You know my reputation for becoming bored with lovers quickly – but you're different. No matter how many times I have you…it isn't enough. But it's more than just sex between us and you know it. I-I can't wait for you to come home, just so I can spend time with you."
Kakashi hadn't meant to make today the day of declarations, but the tears in Iruka's eyes dissolved any reserves he had towards opening up towards his brunet. How else could Kakashi convince Iruka that he meant the world to him? "I could care less about you weighing a few extra pounds. If it means that much to you, I'll wake up earlier and train with you. If you feel uncomfortable about being a chuunin, I'll help you prepare for the jounin exams. I'll do anything to make you comfortable with this…with us. I just want to be with you."
Iruka felt his cheeks burn at Kakashi's words. Whatever he had been expecting Kakashi to say, it had certainly not been this. And, as Kakashi continued speaking, Iruka felt a new wave of tears come to his eyes. Why did Kakashi have to be so wonderful that Iruka felt completely wretched when he thought about his secret? He still had to ask, "but why me?" Of all the countless people in the world, why was Kakashi choosing him?
Kakashi stepped towards Iruka again, pulling his lover flush against his body as he traced one of Iruka's cheeks with the gentlest of touches. "Because you're you. You're smart, funny, compassionate, and the most trusting and sincere person I've ever met. You gave me the chance to spend time with Saki." Kakashi took a deep breath as he tried to calm his racing heart, preparing to say words he had only said to one person, but saying it to it to someone he felt it towards was completely different than admitting it to Pakkun. His heart sped up, and Kakashi broke out in a cold sweat as he started to worry how Iruka would take his declaration. Swallowing heavily, he admitted the one thing he had known since he had first made love to Iruka.
"Most of all because I love you."
Iruka froze, his mind blanking at those three beautiful words he had never expected to hear come from Kakashi. The disbelief must have showed in his features because Kakashi tilted his head up so he had to stare into his lover's mismatched eyes. The warmth he saw in those eyes told him that Kakashi was telling the truth. Kakashi loved him.
As that seemingly impossible fact finally hit Iruka, his knees buckled, swooning like he was some kind simpering girl from one of Kakashi's smutty novels. The next thing he knew, he was in Kakashi's arms, his cheek pressed against his lover's warm chest, and the jounin was striding across the room, carrying him with ease as though Iruka weighed no more than a feather.
Gently, Kakashi laid Iruka down on the bed, his heart racing and his breath coming in ragged gasps as he wondered how Iruka was taking his declaration of love. Fainting certainly had not been an expected response, but he could only hope that it was a good thing. Kakashi gulped heavily as he watched Iruka's eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. Slowly, Iruka's eyes opened and the jounin found himself falling in love with him all over again.
"You love me?" Iruka squeaked softly, still a little dazed at Kakashi's words. Even in his wildest dreams, he had never even hoped for Kakashi to fall in love with him. Like him, certainly. Lust after him, most definitely. But love? Iruka had not thought he could be this happy as his heart felt like it was about to burst with joy. "You love me?" he repeated, trying the words out on his tongue, rewarding himself with a giddy rush of pleasure. Only to have it quashed by the memory of seducing Kakashi over a year ago as a woman. Would Kakashi still love him if he knew the full truth?
"Yes, so would you stop acting like I just told you Naruto has sworn off ramen?" Kakashi asked, the smallest of smiles tugging at the corner of his lips. Despite Iruka's disbelief-laced questions, he could feel the joy radiating from every inch of his lover. And then there was a flicker of trepidation in Iruka's eyes. "And I'll keep saying it until you believe me," he added in response to Iruka's odd display of emotion as he moved, pressing a kiss against his lover's lips.
"I love you," he said quietly as he moved, his lips brushing against Iruka's scarred nose. "I love you," he repeated before grazing his teeth against his brunet's earlobe. With every soft repetition, he slid down Iruka's beautiful body, kissing each and every inch of Iruka's bronzed skin.
Iruka could only moan softly at Kakashi's words and equally adoring kisses and touches. Again, his flicker of courage dissolved under his lover's ministrations. For the moment, his worries about Kakashi's reaction to his lies temporarily fell to the wayside as his lover kissed him, proving with his lips, his touch – his entire body – that he had spoken the truth when he said he loved Iruka.
Needless to say, Iruka called out sick that day though he had never felt better in his life.
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Iruka panted heavily, bowing so that he could rest his hands on his knees. Sweat dripped down his face, stinging his eyes, though Iruka hardly even noticed. He was more focused on the burning heat that raced throughout his entire body. His very muscles trembled, pushed beyond their limit. His throat and lungs felt like they were on fire.
After Kakashi's very physical declarations of love this morning, Iruka had thought he could not possibly be more exhausted – only to learn that there was a whole other level beyond anything he had ever experienced before. And it was called hell.
Damn it, he had agreed to train with Kakashi so he could get rid of his stubborn belly fat, that constant reminder of his web of lies that he had woven to keep his secret safe. He had not thought the man who claimed to love him was going to try to kill him. Kakashi should work for the interrogation squad, the sadistic bastard! Iruka may have had asked for it by having Kakashi help him train. He had not realized his lover had taken that seemingly innocent request as a demand to be run into the ground in a shinobi-style boot camp.
"Are you alright, Iruka?" Kakashi dropped down out of nowhere, kneeling in front of Iruka and peering into his beautiful brunet's face. Iruka simply glared at him, wordlessly stating Kakashi was an idiot for even asking such a question.
"If you wanted to kill me, you should have just stabbed me," Iruka grumbled as he studied Kakashi. The man even had the nerve to not even break a sweat yet! Oooh, if Kakashi wasn't so sweet and loving, Iruka would hate him right now! But it was not Kakashi's fault Iruka was moments away from having a heart attack. He had pushed himself even more than he used to when he was training daily, forgetting that it had been months since he had done any type of training.
It just so happened to be that running for six straight hours and dodging his lover's attacks was just too much for him. Then there was the marathon of depraved sexual pleasures this morning, which only ended when Saki woke up. Iruka had never known he had this much endurance, but even his last reserves had their limits – and he must have exceeded them some time ago. His head was already spinning and his vision darkening. Iruka tried to stand up, but as soon as he straightened his back, his body went numb and, though he felt himself weaving and his legs falling out from underneath him, he could do nothing to stop his descent towards the ground.
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Iruka slowly woke up. Blinking a few times in confusion as he slowly recognized the white ceiling of his bedroom, he furrowed his eyebrows. What the hell just happened? Then he remembered his sadistic boyfriend was helping him train.
Iruka groaned softly as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, his muscles screaming in agony. Those few that were not instantly cramping at the slow, normally simple movement felt like they were liquefied. He had not felt so crappy since he had gotten food poisoning while he had the flu. He had never let Naruto make him chicken noodle soup since that botched attempt at making him feel better.
"Hey." Iruka looked across the room at his lover's whispered syllable. Seeing Kakashi leaning against the doorway, his bare face holding an emotion that made Iruka's heart tighten painfully. Worry. It was clearly etched in Kakashi's pale features, along with the apology Iruka could all but see forming on his lips.
Before Kakashi got the chance to apologize for something that was really Iruka's own stupidity in pushing himself too far, the brunet spoke. "Don't – you didn't do anything wrong, Kakashi. I'm just not used to training anymore," he admitted quietly as he moved to throw his legs over the side of the bed and get up. He froze, however, when he sensed his lover shift and, in the blink of an eye, Kakashi was standing at the side of the bed, gently touching Iruka's shoulder.
Though Kakashi's touch was no more than a brush of his fingers against Iruka's bare skin, the brunet found it more restrictive than any rope or chain could be. In that single caress, Iruka could feel Kakashi's concern and the breathtaking degree of love he had professed. Was it just this morning that Kakashi had said those three wonderful words? Iruka found it impossible to believe. Kakashi's love for him was the most natural thing Iruka had ever felt.
Kakashi did not say anything, just simply leaned forwards and brushed his lips against Iruka's cheek. Flushing at his lover's sweet gesture, Iruka waited until Kakashi pulled away, his bi-colored gaze searching his face for something.
Kakashi could not help but study Iruka's face. After all the years of putting up with Naruto and Sasuke, he thought he was immune to everything because he had seen it all. He had not, however, experienced the kind of heart-stopping fear that he could feel as his lover passed out this afternoon. And he never wanted to live through those horrible moments again. Dropping to his lover's side, his trembling fingers checking for a pulse and breath, thoughts and questions running though his head until the only thing he knew was that Iruka's beautifully-colored skin should never turn such a pale shade.
At least some of Iruka's color had returned in the past two hours. Though, two hours of unconsciousness was enough to make Kakashi frantic. He was able to rouse Iruka for a few seconds, but it was obvious his lover was exhausted. He doubted Iruka even remembered those few moments. Iruka had been so groggy he had been barely able to even open his eyes.
Had it not been for the fact Kakashi was keeping a close watch on his lover's energy levels and heart rate, he might have been somewhat worried. But everything about Iruka said he was just exhausted, which only made Kakashi feel a sharp stab of self-disgust. How could he forget that Iruka easily did twice as much as him, every day, yet functioned on only an hour or two of sleep, thanks to Kakashi's ravenous desire for him? And Kakashi had stupidly taken him out for a full day of training, somehow letting it slip his conscious thoughts that Iruka had not had the chance to train since Saki was born.
"You should have told me to stop," Kakashi said softly as he brushed his lips against Iruka's bare, perfectly sculpted shoulder. He was so accustomed to working with Naruto, who seemed to have more energy than the rest of the village combined or Sasuke – and that drama queen refused to let his lover outdo him in anything, so he never stopped until he or Naruto passed out. Somehow he had forgotten that not every shinobi had that same reservoir of demonic chakra or the same level of stupidity as his ex-students.
"I'm fine," Iruka stated firmly as he shifted so that he was eye-to-eye with his lover. As soon as he saw that bi-colored gaze, he was washed in self-loathing. Kakashi was still worried about him, obviously blaming himself for Iruka's collapse. How would he act if he knew the reason behind Iruka being out of shape? Would he still have the same level of concern? Or would he have simply left Iruka at the training grounds to fend for himself?
Suddenly, a high-pitched cry rang out through the otherwise silent apartment. Even before it registered in Iruka's head that the sound came both from the tiny white monitor next to his bed as well as the nursery, Kakashi was gone from the room, showing the speed the jounin community was famous for. A flicker of envy ran through Iruka at his lover's abilities, but any thoughts of inadequacy dissipated when the tall shinobi returned. Instead, all he could feel was a tug at his heart as he watched Kakashi carry their softly crying son with such care and gentleness.
With Saki in his arms, Kakashi was no longer just a powerful shinobi or a genius, but a doting father who obviously loved his son. Iruka would have never expected such warmth and kindness from a jounin, much less one of Kakashi's reputation, but before him stood the perfect parent.
In their few weeks together, Kakashi had proven himself, not just to Iruka, but more importantly to Saki.
Already, the baby squealed in joy whenever he saw Kakashi and his cries quieted when he was in the Copy Ninja's arms. He touched the jounin's unmasked face with wonder and curiosity. If it was not for the fact Saki behaved the same way towards Iruka, the brunet might have been jealous of the attention Saki paid Kakashi, but even then, he doubted he would feel anything other than awe.
That and self-disgust.
How could Iruka keep pretending like his relationship with Kakashi was normal, or at least as normal as it could be when the village believed him to be Saki's adoptive father? He had yet to talk with Tsunade about Kakashi's sterility – a part of him unwilling to tell the woman something so personal about his secretive lover, even though she probably already was aware of his medical history. It felt like he would be betraying Kakashi's confidence, no matter what. That and Iruka was unsure he wanted to know just how Saki had come into existence. He had refused to let Tsunade do any tests other than those to make sure his unborn child was healthy. A part of him was afraid to find out just how his pregnancy was possible. And now knowing Kakashi had a very small chance of being Saki's real father – it made Iruka all the more confused. Would that make Iruka both Saki's father and mother? But how could he explain the startling similarities in personalities between Saki and Kakashi?
Taking a steadying breath, Iruka looked up at his lover and son. If nothing else, Kakashi deserved to know the truth – or at least as much of it Iruka himself knew. Knowing Kakashi, though, he would not rest until he had every detail, which meant Tsunade would find out just who Iruka's mystery lover that night had been. It might mean that Kakashi would find out why Iruka had pretended to be a woman as well. It threatened not only their relationship, but Kakashi's opinion of him and the jounin's bond with their son, but Kakashi truly deserved to know. Iruka had dragged his feet far too long.
"K-Kakashi…we have to talk."
Kakashi glanced up from Saki at Iruka's stammer, trying to place the emotion in his lover's voice, but could not understand why his brunet sounded nervous all of a sudden. Seeing the serious look on Iruka's face, he furrowed his eyebrows. If he did not know better, he would wonder if he had aggravated his lover and was about to get a blistering reprimand, but he had done nothing other than go get Saki at the baby's first cry.
Was Iruka wondering about what Kakashi was to Saki? Because the jounin sure as hell had no idea what he was either. Step-father? Uncle? Family friend who happened to screw the daylights out of Saki's father? Titles did not matter to him, though he had to admit he kind of liked the last one if for no other reason than the ideas it gave him. All he knew or cared about was that he loved the two brunets and that nothing short of Iruka kicking him out would make him leave either one of them.
"What is it?" he asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed, instinctively shifting the baby's weight in his arm so that Saki could see his father and squeal adorably. Despite his lover's seriousness, Kakashi caught a glimpse of a tiny smile on Iruka's lips. That smile, however, was not as joyful as normal. If anything, it was regretful.
In that instant, Kakashi's heart constricted painfully. Something was definitely wrong, and Kakashi could think of one thing to explain Iruka's sudden change in mood. Iruka was about to give him some bad news – and the first thought he had made him shake his head in disbelief. Was Iruka breaking up with him? What had he done? Was it because he had pushed Iruka too far with training today? What could he do to make it up to Iruka?
Iruka opened his mouth to speak, but all words left him as he felt Saki being thrown into his arms. Instinctively , he cradled the now crying baby against his chest as his shinobi senses went haywire. A powerful chakra filled the room along with the metallic scent of fresh blood, sending Iruka's heart racing. Before Iruka even got the chance to register that he recognized the energy signature, a loud chirping sound rang in his ears.
Chidori? Iruka had heard rumors about Kakashi and Sasuke's famed jutsu, but he had never had the opportunity to see, much less hear, it. But the sound was something of legend throughout the shinobi world.
Then, as suddenly as the sound began, it was gone, leaving the room eerily silent. Iruka blinked a few times in confusion over the rapid change of events, his eyes focusing on his lover's back. From Kakashi's stance, it was apparent that, despite dispelling his Chidori, he was still moments away from attacking. His entire body seemed to hum with energy, trembling with barely contained power. It was also devastatingly obvious that the jounin had positioned himself directly in front of Iruka and Saki – either consciously or unconsciously protecting them from their sudden visitor.
Peering over his lover's tense shoulder, Iruka squeaked as he recognized Sasuke – though he had never before seen the Uchiha so placating before. In a different situation, it might have been humorous to see the young man holding his arms up, showing he was unarmed and not preparing to attack, but right now, Iruka knew there was a good reason for it. Kakashi had very nearly attacked – and probably would have seriously harmed, if not outright killed – his friend for no other reason than suddenly popping into the bedroom.
It was then Iruka understood just how tightly wound all jounin were, no matter how calm they looked on the surface. For Kakashi to instinctively prepare to destroy an unexpected person meant he was always on the defense, especially when Iruka and Saki were with him. Even though a small part of him was thrilled by his lover's protectiveness, the rest of Iruka was slightly horrified that responses like that were instinct for Kakashi.
"Shit – don't sneak up on me!" Kakashi snarled as he stood back up from his offensive stance. Even at his worst when he was in ANBU, he never turned on a fellow shinobi unless there was good reason for it. Shaking his hand a few times to get rid of the slight tingling his short-lived Chidori resulted in, the jounin took a better look at his ex-student. And saw that, this time, he had good reason again. The front of Sasuke's ANBU uniform was covered in blood – some of it his own, but obviously not all of it or else he would be unconscious on the floor. His mask was pulled up from his face, though from the missing sections of the bone mask, it was obvious little of his face would have been covered anyways. But the scent of blood, mixed with an overpowering sense of fear, anger – and most of all murderous intent – was what had gotten Kakashi to move so quickly and prepare to kill whoever he thought was threatening his lover and Saki.
Iruka gasped quietly as he saw his brother's face. His pale features – somehow even whiter than normal – gave him a wraithlike appearance that made the brunet's heart race. The speckled pattern of drying blood across his cheeks and lips only made his features all the more frightening. But worst of all were the telling streaks down the sides of his face that could not completely wash away the macabre splatter. Sasuke rarely cried – much less did so openly, but right now, the tall man did not wipe at his wet face or try to hide the telling glistening in his dark eyes. If anything, it seemed as though he did not even notice that he was crying.
"What happened?" Iruka whispered as he stood up, ready to go to Sasuke, but Kakashi's gentle touch stopped him. A single shake of his lover's head was enough for Iruka to hesitate, just long enough for the Uchiha to speak.
"We were ambushed on the way back from Suna. Naruto stayed behind to stall them." Sasuke's words were clipped and painfully precise, as though he could not afford to elaborate without breaking down completely. It was then Iruka remembered that his brothers were on a simple bodyguard mission – or at least one that was supposed to be routine. They had to escort a Suna ambassador to Konoha, who was a large supporter of Tsunade and Gaara's push to unite their villages. Many people were happy for the close relationship, but there were some who still distrusted Suna because of their past.
Those against tying Konoha to Suna must be more than just angry – they would have to have been crazy to attack not simply two of Konoha's best ANBU members, but the Kazekage's own sister, who was moving to Konoha to represent Suna's interests.
"And Temari?" Kakashi asked as he took a quick glance to Iruka, seeing that it had yet to hit his lover that Naruto was left behind.
"Fine – a little shaken up, though," Sasuke replied, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Kakashi merely nodded his head at the comment about the Kazekage's sister being nervous. Rumor had it she would be beginning the next generation of the Sabaku family in less than nine months. Oh, yes, whoever attacked Naruto, Sasuke, and Temari were asking to be destroyed, if not by Sasuke and Kakashi, along with every other Konoha shinobi who loved that blonde ball of energy, then Suna shinobi and the Kazekage himself for threatening Temari and her unborn child.
"A-And Naruto?" Iruka asked quietly as he looked from one jounin to the other, never feeling so utterly helpless in his entire life. He could not think of their unspoken implications – that Naruto was in serious trouble, if not already killed - unless he wanted to break down.
"The rescue team is leaving now," Sasuke replied, his voice devoid of emotion, revealing that his way of coping was to ignore everything until he had his lover back safely in his arms. And, if he could not get that satisfaction, then life would be hell on earth for whoever had a hand in the ambush. An angry Sasuke was a fearsome thing to behold; him avenging his lover's injury, or worse, would put the fear of God into the most calloused of missing nin.
Kakashi did not even have to speak as he turned to Iruka. The brunet simply pressed a gentle kiss against his bare cheek. And it was not until the jounin felt his lover's five-o-clock shadow graze his skin that Kakashi realized his face was even uncovered. He had become all too accustomed to being himself around Iruka and Saki to the point that it felt unnatural to stride across the bedroom to grab his mask and jacket, quickly donning the clothing that everyone associated with him.
Itching at the odd feeling of his once customary mask covering his nose, Kakashi moved back across the room as he strapped on his kunai pouches. Unable to think of anything, feel anything, the jounin stooped to brush a kiss against Saki's forehead. He knew if he allowed himself a moment of worry, he would be overcome by emotion. He would do something stupid and impulsive, like go hunt down the shinobi who dared to attack Iruka's little brother and Sasuke's lover. He would show just how vicious and vindictive he could be towards those who dared to harm a member of his precious family. And he knew that he would frighten Iruka if he showed that dark side of himself that had developed those horrible years he had been ANBU.
"Bring him home, Kakashi," Iruka whispered as his lover's masked lips touched his cheek. Iruka studied Kakashi's covered face as his lover stepped back. He could see the battle being waged to control emotions in Kakashi's Sharingan until the silver-haired man pulled his hitai-ate over his unnatural eye. Suddenly, the fierceness was gone, replaced by a lack of every feeling. The change was so startling, Iruka nearly stumbled back. He had become so familiar with Kakashi's emotion-filled face. He had learned how to read every twitch of Kakashi's long nose and every subtle movement of his lips. He knew just how Kakashi's cheeks turned a mottled pink when he was embarrassed. He had the image of Kakashi's face etched to memory as the corner of his lover's lips quirked up in a seductive smile as his appreciative gaze ran over Iruka's entire body. The brunet could never forget the look of deep pleasure as Kakashi made love to him.
Left now with just one eye to look at for reading his lover's emotions, Iruka could just barely see the tight grasp Kakashi was trying to keep on himself. Gently, he shifted Saki in his arms. The baby, who had at some point quieted when he recognized his uncle as being their visitor, could only stare at Kakashi, obviously fascinated with the change covering three quarters of the jounin's face did. He, too, had grown accustomed to seeing Kakashi's bare face.
The jounin did not say anything in response to Iruka's comment. He just nodded his head and gave Iruka one last kiss on the lips before he was gone. The brunet blinked a few times as the smoke from Kakashi's jutsu cleared and found that his lover and Sasuke both disappeared. Looking down at his son, Iruka found his heart constricting painfully.
He was not as worried for Naruto as he was for Kakashi. His little brother could survive just about any injury – not to mention he was one of the most legendary shinobi in the world because of his strength and skill. He had to be, considering he was next in line for the title of Hokage once Tsunade stepped down. No, Iruka was more concerned about his lover. Kakashi was a man who bled just as easily as Iruka. He was someone who had had a physically trying day, so he was bound to tire faster than other shinobi on the rescue mission.
But, most of all, Iruka was terrified for Kakashi because he loved his stubborn boyfriend. He loved everything about Kakashi, from his corny jokes to that quirk of his lips when he was set on seducing Iruka away from grading papers. He loved the way Kakashi's eyes softened while he watched Saki sleep. But he had never said those three wonderful words to Kakashi. And he would as soon as Kakashi came back. And, with his declaration of love, he would tell Kakashi the complete truth about that one amazing night that changed his life irrevocably.
Iruka knew he would not sleep well until Kakashi came home safe.
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