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Another Perfect Wonder	By : jaded_priceless Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 10014 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 38
Twenty seconds later Iruka picked up the reins to the sled and was once again trudging through the snow. He carried Kakashi into the house and laid him on the floor in front of the dead fire. He walked into the bathroom, not surprisingly that fire was dead as well. He cleaned the fire pits and fireplaces before rebuilding the fires.
Once the cabin no longer felt like an ice box he unwrapped Kakashi and cursed the entire time he was rewashing the bedding Kakashi’s trip had dirtied. Kakashi woke up as he was doing so but wisely did not say anything other than “I’m sorry and thank you.”
Iruka nodded in his direction. He hung the sheets, prepared their meal and still did not say anything to Kakashi until he was on his way to the bath, “If you have to use it go now. I don’t plan on coming out for at least an hour.”
Kakashi was about to decline then remembered one of his father’s stories about a mission to this region with the Sannin and the hilarious perils of the Frog Sage who didn’t see the folly in peeing outside in minus zero degree weather. Back then Orochimaru was a much better person or there was truth to the rumors Jiraiya was once a cute kid. He doubted Iruka would be so kind as to blow warm breath on the area to unfreeze his penis from his hand.
“I do have to use the restroom. Is there any…” Kakashi paused trying to ask for something other than the spray disguised as air freshener.
“I traded fish for a few pieces of charcoal while we were in town. I mixed those and a few hickory chips in the firepit beneath the tub. We’ll smell like barbecue for a few days; pray we don’t run into wolves before I forgive you.”
“Definitely friends with Anko,” Kakashi thought as he made his way to the restroom. She had once put a pork chop in Shikaku’s kit before a training session in the Forest of Death to see if it was possible for the laid back jounin to hurry up.
Kakashi wished he’d paid more attention to Naruto and picked up the boy’s ability to worm his way out of trouble with Iruka. Unlike Shikaku he had no access to his chakra to be able to use any number of jutsu capable of slowing large carnivorous beast to his preferred level of movement. He decided he had better do something fast to apologize to Iruka. While he doubted Iruka would actually let him be bitten he was certain he’d allow them to get close enough to drool on him.
There was nothing worse than returning to his pack of ninken bearing the scent of foreign canine.

While Iruka was bathing Kakashi decided to make the bed to get back in his good graces. He decided to use a clothes drying jutsu Sakura learned from her grandmother called waving a piece of hot wood near the wet clothes to warm and dry them. He found a sturdy piece of wood and soon learned why she referred to it a jutsu.
It took a certain skill to hold the wood close enough to dry the linens without setting them on fire.

Iruka was mentally and physically exhausted so seeing the bed already made was a welcome surprise for which he was truly grateful. In the past 24 hours he’d run all the way to Giha, been led to a childhood picture of his mother, looted the homes of the dead, found another group of ninja hiding along the border, stopped another one of Kakashi’s breakdowns, and sold enough fish that he was able to outfit Kakashi with winter gear with the help of a generous line of credit from the store.
Although if he were honest, he would admit that was most likely due to the fact Shibata-san still felt sorry for them and was ashamed of her actions and the ninja had caught the fish for them. As a ninja, normally this would be considered a little less than a day’s work.
But here he was not a ninja.
He was Rui a half civilian who had access to chakra but knew nothing of control. He had done all those things using physical strength but the prolonged burst of chakra which he used to threaten the Snow was more tiring because it called for a different type of control. In spite of spending the day with the Kakashi, he had said less 30 sentences to the man. He’d responded to all attempts at conversation with a “hn” that would make any Uchiha proud. It was tiring to hold a grudge.
Iruka went to the fireplace intending to cook but saw Kakashi had transformed some vegetables, rice and a fish into something that was edible while he soaked in the tub. He ate again then crawled into the bed leaving Kakashi to his own devices. Iruka was dead asleep in a matter of seconds and didn’t notice the bed dipping when Kakashi crawled into to it a few moments later. He was unaware that for the first time since he’d rescued Kakashi, they’d changed positions. The Copy nin’s arm was draped over him protectively and Kakashi’s front was pressed against his back to shield him from an unknown assailant.

Like most people Umino Iruka dreamed. All of them were a mixture of things that had past, what might have been and what could never be. When he was tired and upset he had a variation of the same dream: his parents were still alive and so was Shisui. The Uchiha clan remained out of the picture in whatever place his mind had constructed so they would be far away and unable to interfere, but still allowed Itachi to be in the village and Sasuke to be happy. Over the years that dream had changed to include Naruto as part of their family
The kitchen was a mess. There were dirty dishes and flour everywhere while sticky handprints littered the cabinets and countertops. The tomato dango with caramelized ramen broth was delicious even though it was slightly burnt but that was to be expected considering Shisui and Sasuke cooked it with a grand fireball while Naruto’s clones ran around throwing water balloons at the unwanted flames. Itachi stood in the corner safely out of the way wearing a slight smile grateful he wasn’t being yelling at - yet.
One combination water dragon, flaming peacock jutsu and rasengan later the kitchen had been steam cleaned and everything was once more in it place. His parents had flown to their home in the top of the treetops riding purple clouds harnessed by lightning to take the children away for training. Itachi sat atop his red cloud bouncing slightly while Naruto’s orange cloud bumped Sasuke’s blue cloud hard enough to create rainbows between them.
They rode away throwing candy and smoke bombs over the hopscotch court where Hiashi, Hizashi, and their children were playing and into the trees where Sandaime and Konohamaru were chasing a giant monkey. The disappeared over the horizon before Shizune could scold them for pelting Tsunade with balloons filled with sake.
Now that he and Shisui were alone, the stars came out to twinkle around them. Their shirts had magically disappeared and Shisui was behind him, his breath warm against his ear, “I love you Caramel Drop. I don’t know if I want to pound you into the mattress or if I want you inside me.”
Without any taking action or making any movement they were magically on the bed. Iruka tilted his head backwards, nuzzling Shisui’s face and giving him tiny kisses until he found his lips. They kissed slowly separating only for Iruka to turn so they were facing. He wrapped his arm and legs against Shisui’s and deepened the kiss.

Kakashi was wide awake. Despite all they’d gone through in the past 24 hours, or maybe because of it, he couldn’t sleep. It felt like something was missing since Iruka stopped speaking to him. He could feel the chakra signatures above him so he wasn’t surprised that Iruka turned into his arms and gave him a kiss.
They were pretending to be lovers. They’d overheard several of the ninja they’d come across earlier had remarking on their coldness. Most dismissed it as a lover’s spat, another jested Manzô may have been right and they were no longer able to pretend. Even if they were laughing they couldn’t take the risk of someone more credible and respected growing suspicious. He pulled Iruka tighter, threading his fingers through his hair, slid his tongue between his lips, and rocked his hips forward.
Lovers made up like this. Even if Iruka was angry, they had to remain in character, right? Right? That’s all they were doing, remaining in character, but Rui had never kissed Shishi like this. Rui had never touched Shishi like this. The things Rui did to Shishi felt good but never like this.
Iruka moaned as Shisui began to grind his arousal into his. He broke the kiss to take Shisui’s earlobe between his teeth. He licked up the shell, and whispered, “I know how to settle this.”
Iruka pulled Shisui’s hand from his hair, guided it between his legs, into his underpants and twined their fingers around his dick while stoking in a twisting upwards movement. “Last one to come tops,” he moaned thrusting against both their hands before withdrawing his own.
Iruka leaned forward on one elbow getting close enough for their noses to touch. The hand that had previously been wrapped around his own length made his way to his hip and pushed down his waistband. He rocked backwards lifting himself, freeing one leg from its cotton confines while never losing time with Shisui’s motion.
The dream never lasted this long or was this realistic. Iruka usually woke up sometime after turning around, but before they got completely naked. He ignored the small part of his brain telling him the shoulders were broad enough, but too bony, the hands were the right size, but there weren’t enough callouses, the nose was too hard and thin, and the lips were too soft and not full enough but the kisses.
The kisses.
Iruka had always dreamed of the day Shisui would kiss him like this, with such need, desperation and passion. His forearm braced his neck, his hand cradled the back of his head, fingers wound tightly in his hair kept them close enough to taste each other’s breath as they drew harsh pants for oxygen until the separation grew too much for them.
Iruka pressed forward again crushing his lips against Shisui, lifting his hips while pushing Shisui’s underwear down to free his length before settling himself on top of it and sliding it between his cheeks so the head repeatedly nudged his scrotum. He rose up, just enough to grab the penis twitching beneath him and pressed the flared head against his entrance.
“Fuck” Kakashi cursed grabbing Iruka’s hips and stilling him. Iruka had never kissed him like this. Iruka had never touched him like this. No one had ever touched him like this or kissed him like this. He was too eager, he wanted it too bad, wanted him too bad, wanted to take him over and over and over and give into the attraction he felt when he first saw Iruka wearing a towel while chasing a naked Naruto to drag him back to the bath house years ago. He needed to sate the curiosity that rose when Iruka yelled at him before the chuunin exam. He needed to be burned by the fire Iruka had woken within him long ago.
Maybe he hadn’t completely messed up. Minato-sensei had told him words cut worse when there are feelings involved. Maybe Iruka had that same curiosity, wanted the same things. Kakashi pulled him forward so that he wouldn’t bury himself inside that tempting opening, he wanted him, needed him too badly to take him dry. Instead he gripped both their dicks and began to thrust.
Fuck.
Shisui cursed. Shisui never cursed, not while they were doing this. Shisui’s hands never gripped him so hard while pushing him away, pulling him forward. Shisui’s nails never dug into his ass while they were rubbing together, only when one of them was inside the other. His ass was empty, so empty, by now he should have felt at least one finger and he needed it so bad. He needed to feel Shisui inside or be inside him. It had been so long since he died….
Iruka fought waking up.
But Shisui’s hips had never been this bony, his thrusts had never been so needy, certainly not while outside of his body.
A part of Iruka’s mind registered the slap of flesh against flesh was never this hollow or frantic unless he was the one topping. Even when he wanted it rough, Shisui never lost this much control or slammed against him this hard.
Shisui’s hand had never been able to wrap so far around them, Iruka was slightly thicker, but Shisui was slightly longer. This cock, the one cock grating against his, shredding his sanity, bringing him so much pleasure, was the same length as his but thinner and felt so damn good. So damn good, a few more thrust, just let the dream last a little bit longer. “I love you, I love you, I love you”
Iruka gripped the shoulders beneath him, bucking harder and faster, biting the neck to muffle his cry Shisui! The body beneath him froze even as it contributed to the warm sticky mess pooling between them.
Whatever Kakashi felt break -hope, affection, desire – when he heard Iruka call another’s man name; the name of Obito’s younger brother, shattered when Iruka opened his eyes and looked at him.
“Kakashi?”
Iruka said his name as a question, his voice so low and so broken that was barely a whisper. The glow from the fire gave just enough light for Kakashi to see Iruka’s every expression before he slid off of him. There was no doubt in Kakashi’s mind no matter how much he wanted to be, that he was not the person supposed to have been there. All the passion and emotion he felt, all that Iruka had given him was meant for another. Only fools and little girls developed feelings on missions. Kakashi was neither, but he could tell the chuunin was beginning to affect him.
This time when Iruka wordlessly dressed and slipped out of the door Kakashi did not chase him. He cursed the short distance to the bathroom, the time it took to clean himself up, wipe the sheets, let them dry and get back into bed.
Sandaime, Aoba, Gai, Asuma, Genma, Raidou everyone who truly knew him had all told him he should stop suppressing his feelings and learn to deal with them. Ibiki, the only psych nin he trusted because the scarred man was just as fucked up as he was, had also said the same thing. There would come a time, a person, an event that left him so open and exposed he’d have no other choice than to deal with them. If he didn’t learn how when that day came the emotions he didn’t know how to handle could very well drive him insane. He didn’t have to be a genius to understand what they were saying to him. It was only out of politeness and family history that they used the phrase “drive him insane” instead of “kill him”.

Kakashi found it rather ironic the same family history which blunted their tongues was the same family history they believed would kill him. He knew the reason he wound up saddled with Team Seven had just as much to do with the fact he’d closed himself from most people for several years as much as it had to do with Naruto being Minato-sensei and Kushina-neechan’s son and Sasuke being Obito’s nephew. The old man had been trying to give him a genin team for years to force him out of his shell, it just so happened those three where the ones that took.
What his well meaning meddlers didn’t realize was that he had closed himself off so he wouldn’t end up like his father. Hatake Sakumo’s decline had begun way before that thrice damned mission sent everything spiraling out of control. Three years, seven months, two weeks and one day prior to be exact. The night his mother, a brilliant strategist and the true source of his intellect, a chuunin who had less business leaving the village than Iruka, realized the mission she’d just sent her husband on was a cleverly laid trap.
She knew it would take time to rouse the Hokage and convince him to form a team to go search for them so she went after him herself. She managed to save Sakumo and his teammates but was poisoned while doing so. It was a slow acting agent with no cure. Over the next two years her condition grew progressively worse. She died three weeks after their wedding anniversary. She held on long enough to say they had been married five years and for the two of them to get 100% of her death benefits. He put up a good front but after that day Sakumo was lost.
It showed in the little things like how he would sometimes set a third place at the table or call her name twice before remembering she wasn’t there to answer. The worse times were when he’d see something in the market and tell him let’s buy this for your mother and Kakashi would see the light in his father’s eyes go out as he reminded him that she was dead.
Kakashi knew why his father had chosen his teammates over his mission. His father had left home the day after his mother’s birthday. His father had purchased gifts for her and cooked her favorite meal. The gifts were placed on the family altar. The two of them ate the meal. Hatake Sakumo had thrown away the mission because he cared too much about his teammates and their families to let those left behind live in his hell. Hatake Sakumo ruined his life; was villainized, and was accused of prolonging the war for two more years by several people whose lives he had saved because he was a kind man who loved.
Kakashi was determined not to follow his footsteps. He did not allow himself to love. He could not allow himself to love. He knew that he sometimes placed himself in unnecessary harm to save his teammates but that was Obito’s influence. He couldn’t imagine what he would do to save the person he’d actually given his heart to but he could imagine all too well what he would do if he lost that person.
He wasn’t like his father. Kakashi didn’t have a son to think of or a reason to justify killing himself to clear the family name for his son. He knew that if someone he loved, truly loved and not just platonically, was killed by enemy ninja the next great war would bear his name. He was going into their village and killing everyone and everything they could possibly love.

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