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Call to Arms	By : Ash_Gray_Kitsune Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 1571 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Call to Arms
Kakashi sagged back against the tree, his breathing coming harder than usual, though a grin lit his lips behind the ceramic hound mask. He had not expected that attack, and he blew softly on on the light burn on his arm. He'd need a new pair of gloves again before this day was out, though his armor had held up admirably. Iruka was standing a few meters away, grinning wider than his teacher, his own eyes glinting merrily as he tore his simple cat mask off, freeing his long brown braid to curve down his back. Oh, but damn that man was gorgeous, and Kakashi had given up trying to deny otherwise. Especially after this morning; two long weeks of exhausting training for both of them, in between Iruka's classes, had driven several points home in the way of bruises, strains, and a black eye apiece when Iruka had finally gotten over the problem with his genjutsu casting. He still wasn't very good, but he could hold the spells as well as any other chuunin, and in breaking them, his will was more than sufficient. He hardly ever had to use chakra to enforce that; what had just happened was one of the exceptions, when Kakashi had purposefully trapped him in one of the most powerful techniques he'd learned.That had earned him the burns on his arms and across his chestpiece; Iruka's katon had sent him flying. But it was what Kakashi had walked in on this morning, despite those bruises and the shiner, that had left him utterly speechless.
Iruka had let him into the house that Sunday after their first day of training, and from then on, Kakashi rose with the morning birds and happily accompanied the teacher to his classes, letting himself in each day with knock and a faint whistle. Apparently Iruka had taken a long bath before he'd started getting ready for work; Kakashi had walked in on Iruka, clad only in a towel, his long hair damp and being braided carefully up. He'd always thought that it'd only gone down to his shoulders...oh no. It reached the middle of his hips, and what hips they were. He was pleasantly surprised to see that he wore the towel low, and he couldn't help the lecherous grin under his mask...until he stepped forward onto an old tatami mat, and winced at the crackling reeds. Damn. Iruka had glanced behind him...and smiled. Well, at least he didn't move to deck him...He shook his head of those distracting thoughts, and nodded over at the jounin, his eye curving in a smile.
"Excellent job, and I think we can safely call it quits on that for now. You've far exceeded what I set you to do, and nearly fried me for it!" Iruka laughed, though it was a shade uneasily. Had Kakashi been a little less trained, he really would have been fried. And Iruka was finding, more and more as the days passed, that he really did not want his first really close friend to get hurt. He wasn't sure exactly when their relationship had taken a further step closer, but he suspected it was due to last week's incident at Ichiraku's. Iruka had only met Maito Gai in passing, but just after his classes, he'd been accosted by the exuberant, spandex-wearing, unibrowed jounin and swept up in a crowd of faintly hostile townsfolk, all of whom were staring at Iruka rather pointedly as Gai preceded to exclaim about how clearly Kakashi-san was infatuated with the young teacher, and how their love in the springtime of their youth would carry them onward for all of eternity. Iruka had wanted to die. Kakashi, however, had rescued him with a wry comment and a swift kick to Gai's head.
"Gai, you moron, you're making the man want to crawl under a rock. Now go run laps or something; Iruka-sensei needs to get to class to do his job." As Gai took off at a dead run, Kakashi had sent a pointed glare out at the townsfolk, then turned back towards his trainee, sighing tiredly. "Gomen. He's...an idiot." In spite of himself, Iruka had laughed, bringing an answering smile to the older jounin's lips, covered by the mask as they were.
"It's fine. Let's get to the Academy; I shudder to think of what Naruto's led this time." With that, they'd become friends...and with that, Kakashi had started coming over every day, becoming one more constant in Iruka's life. And he had to admit...he really liked that constant.
"Iruka?" Kakashi smiled a little as Iruka shook his thoughts away, and nodded to the older jounin, his brown eyes twinkling. "Alright. I've got a few more things I'd like to go over with you, but we can save that for tonight's night training. Fancy a little dinner that isn't ramen?" Iruka blinked at him, then smiled warmly, unbuckling his armor and pulling off his clawed gloves.
"Absolutely! He who suggests, treats, however; my wallet's a little thin at the moment." It wasn't forbidden to wander the village in ANBU uniform, but it was rather frowned upon, and Kakashi followed suit, helping Iruka stow everything in one of the hollow training pillars.
"Naruto again?"
"Surprisingly, no. The classroom budget fell short and I had to go out and buy supplies." Kakashi blinked, and his mouth twisted.
"That is bullshit." Iruka shrugged, though his eyes clearly agreed.
"That's life as a teacher. A good half of the time, I've paid for the repairs as well, so that's part of why I get so angry when the kids go and wreck things."
"Well, of course! It's your wall, not the school's anymore. Ah, well..." His eye lit on one of the nicer sushi restaurants, and he pointed to it with his chin, brushing Iruka's shoulder with one gloved hand. "How about Mana's Bar? We can share a bottle of sake~" He lilted, his eye curving in a smile at the other man. Iruka simply chuckled and nodded, his long braid waving in the wind. He cut a handsome figure in the brilliant sunset, and Kakashi felt his chest tighten, just a little, when the sun caught his eyes, turning them from liquid to molten, bright gold flecks gleaming against gorgeous brown. There is no more beautiful a person in all the nations, his treacherous mind whispered, and he closed his eye to the sight, still smiling, though it was bittersweet. Iruka seemed to sense his unease, and the warm look he gave his partner nearly made Kakashi's knees give way.
"That would be wonderful, Kakashi. Lead the way?" The older jounin blinked at him, then grinned sheepishly and brushed past him, opening the door with a gallant bow, earning himself another warm laugh, and another shiver down his spine. He didn't know how long this would last...but damned if he wasn't going to enjoy it.

Iruka thumbed the button on his earbud communicator and waited a moment; his team had the older series, and unfortunately, they had a tendency to take forever to come to life. Somewhere up ahead, Kakashi was freeing his youngest team member from a trap the idiot had stumbled into; since Iruka was in charge this time around, he'd sent his former teacher off to straighten things up while he surveyed the map. Finally, the buzzing in his ear died down, and he cleared his throat, wincing a little at the echo that his mask gave his already hoarse voice.
"Hound, Osprey, report in. Tiger, Tortoise, continue on towards the mark, keep surveillance. Eel, Basilisk, cover our backtrail." He stretched out one leg to ease a cramp, and growled under his breath at the map's circled destination, which refused to change positions to be more favorable. Huffing out a sigh, he folded the map away in a waterproof pocket and stood up, shaking out the pins-and-needles feeling that crouching for so long had given him. He pulled his mask to the side to give his peripheral vision a wider view, and leaned carefully against a downed tree, his eyes carefully surveying the riverbanks before him. This wasn't their first mission together; that had happened a month ago, and while it had ended well, Iruka had elected to add another month's worth of training together to form a more cohesive team, asking that Kakashi remain as a supervisor.
Bull, you just wanted to spend more time with him. He closed his eyes to his subconscious and sighed, knowing too well that it was right. For over half a year, Kakashi had made himself an integral part of Iruka's life, coming in every day, usually with breakfast and a smile, to walk with him to the Academy. They'd shared lunches together, and usually dinner together as well, and in all that time...he'd discovered that he really didn't want to see it end. You know what you're feeling...you're just afraid. Well, that was true enough. He didn't know if Kakashi the friend would turn into Kakashi the jerk if...that was certainly an if, too, because there was no way the Copy Nin could be interested in...well...better that it ended as friendship, rather than anger and betrayal. Again.
"Hound here, bringing Osprey in." Kakashi's voice sounded even worse than his own, though that could have been due to the technology, too. Sure enough, not a minute after he'd said that did Kakashi appear, pushing the hapless waterbird towards him. Iruka slipped his mask back on and stepped forward, signaling for the young man to join his comrades up in the trees. As he flit away through the branches, Iruka slipped his mask off completely and made his way to the older jounin, not liking how he swayed dangerously.
"Kakashi, what's wrong?" One lone gray eye appeared as the Hound mask pulled away, and Iruka blinked, slightly nonplussed. Kakashi's trademark facemask was gone, revealing a handsome face, though it was a little flushed, and the eyepatch over his Sharingan wasn't quite enough to keep the chakra from leaking. Iruka reached up and laid his fingers on the patch, murmuring a soft barrier before he pulled back. "There...though that won't help how sick you look."
"...it's nothing, Iruka-sensei."
"Call me Iruka, and shush, you're ill. You shouldn't be out here."
"...do I have a choice?" Iruka huffed out another sigh, and shook his head, though his eyes softened as they gazed at the taller man.
"I suppose not, but when we're done here, I'm putting you straight to bed." Pale lips curved up in a slight smile, and Kakashi dipped his head, silver hair following his movements.
"I bow to your expertise, Iruka. We probably ought to catch up to the others..." He nodded, and masks back in place, they hopped into the treeline. A short while later, the seven-man team crouched over their target, a scouting force from one of the larger political parties outside the Shinobi nations, and Iruka studied the soldiers, frowning when he noticed the guns and grenades.
"They aren't here to negotiate, are they, Dolphin-san?" Tortoise was the second youngest, and one of the two women on the team, and while her voice betrayed her fear, her body language made him proud. He reached out with one clawed hand, carefully, and patted her shoulder; he didn't hold with some of the team leaders' insistence to browbeat everyone into submission.
"No, they are not. But we're hardly defenseless. Tiger, what are the best ways down there?"
"Honestly, the trees, the river, and the sky. They're pretty well bunkered for a bunch of fools." Ah, yes, the cocky one. But Tiger was as wise as he was sure of himself, and in spite of his ego, he worked well with everyone, especially Tortoise.
"Basilisk, Eel?"
"We're safe, Dolphin-san." Basilisk was the second woman, and every inch the seductress; she had more curves than a race track, and she knew how to use each one to her advantage. She, however, had welcomed Iruka as their team leader because he tended to ignore physical traits in favor of skills. And since she was their best trap setter...Eel shifted his weight a little, brushing his hand against hers, and Iruka was rather glad for his mask, for it hid his smirk. Ah, yes. Flippant and promiscuous, she might seem, but she was happily married to the tall, dark man who hovered over her, silent as the creature he took his codename from. He himself didn't really care for his own 'Dolphin-san', but he supposed it was inevitable. Ah, well...
"Alright then. Basilisk, Osprey, you're bait this time around. Osprey, I want you to blunder in, while Basilisk pulls the 'fey' jutsu off. I'll be right behind you, and Hound-sensei will wait in the wings with his dogs. Tiger, Tortoise, you're both aerial support; I want you to run them into the chakra traps. Understood?" Nods satisfied his curiosity, and the team scattered, Iruka dragging Osprey down through the trees, then shoving him into the clearing, waiting just long enough to create a small army of bunshin...

Kakashi hissed weakly as Iruka dabbed at the cut on his arm, but he wisely didn't allow himself to twitch. Their second mission had gone better than they'd hoped, and they'd returned with hostages, a mess of weaponry, and one very ill Hound. Kakashi had collapsed when they reported to the Hokage, and after telling everyone off, Iruka had carried him back to his own home, settling the worn-out jounin in his bed and caring for him. He'd woken up to his cuts and bruises being addressed, and now watched Iruka through a hazy gray eye, too tired and nauseous to even consider moving. At last, the cool bandages wound over his arm, and an equally cool hand pressed against his burning forehead. He closed his eye to the touch and leaned into it, wishing he could suddenly just pull the man above him into his arms...
"You're still fevering..." Iruka's voice sounded a touch...scared? He revived a little at that, opening his eye again.
"'m okay..."
"Shh." That comforting touch moved away, and he whined, a little like a puppy, earning a soft chuckle. "Relax, I'm just getting you a damp cloth..."
"...Don' wanna cloth...wanna 'Ruka..." Iruka froze, and turned to look at that soft gray eye, Kakashi's hand outstretched weakly, clasping his sleeve, and he felt his eyes water, just a little. He looked so ill, and so worn out...and there was nothing but naked loneliness in that eye, a begging, terrible pain that shot straight through the gentle man's heart. Oh, Kami-sama...he needs me. And I don't think it's just friends... His own hand, the skin dusky against Kakashi's pale, caught up the older jounin's, and Iruka brought it close to his chest, feeling a few selfish tears roll down his face. He smiled, though, and tangled his fingers with the Copy Nin's, and came close, rest his free hand on the other's head, his fingers stretching out to brush through that spiky silver hair.
"I...never knew..."
"S'okay. Was scared..."
"Scared of what?"
"...to tell you the truth." Iruka felt his heart still, and he sucked in an uneasy breath, shivering slightly.
"Tell me the truth?" That gray eye focused on him, and Kakashi sat up, carefully, his bare torso free of the blanket. His uninjured hand cupped Iruka's neck, and he brought their foreheads together, gray meeting confused brown. His breathing was shallow, nervous...ghosting over Iruka's lips, and he shivered again, his own hand still in Kakashi's hair. Was he really...? Kakashi leaned in a little more, angling his mouth over Iruka's.
"I love you." He pressed a kiss to those lips, gentle as a butterfly's, pulling away just a little. He didn't expect to be pulled back, didn't anticipate how swift Iruka really was...and found himself flat on his back, a warm, caramel-skinned brunette kissing him with all the fervor he could have wished, and the amount of skill he hadn't realized the teacher had. They broke away for a quick breath, and Kakashi was startled at the bright smile on Iruka's face, though the words that followed set his heart at peace.
"I love you too." With a soft, hoarse laugh, Kakashi pulled the younger jounin into the bed next to him, and tangled his long body around Iruka's, nuzzling close. Sleep was coming swiftly on the heels of that little revelation, and at last, he gave himself over to total oblivion, finally whole.
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