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Everyone's Got Secrets	By : Erisabesu Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1097 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4:
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Naruto still couldn�t believe what had happened the day before.
He pulled his blankets over his head and twisted them around his body, shutting out the glaring sun and groaning in half-sleep. He took a deep breath, letting his consciousness swim to the surface as peacefully as possible, considering. He could tell by the sun�s intensity that it was well past morning, and he creased his brows beneath the covers.
Usually he woke up early, excited and raring to go on a mission or train with his team, but today he�d let himself sleep late. He�d been wound-up so tight after leaving Iruka he knew he�d never get to sleep without doing something exhausting. It wasn�t easy, but he did finally manage to wear himself out inside his one-room apartment without busting anything.
The evidence of his activities was obvious in the sparkling tile and fixtures of his bathroom, the squeaky clean walls, floors, and ceilings, and the destroyed comforter in a heap in the corner by his front door. He�d used seven Kage-Bunshin to meticulously scour every surface of his apartment�an apt punishment as he hated to waste valuable training time doing menial chores�and yet, at the end, it was comforting to know that at least his apartment was clean and organized, even if his heart was in complete disorder.
Naruto stretched his limbs from within his cocoon of blankets, grateful that hosting the Kyuubi guaranteed him overnight healing from just about everything. His sore and tired muscles from all the cleaning held only a faint tightness after finally getting some much needed sleep. But this only reminded him that Sasuke didn�t have the same luxury, and his thoughts clouded as he tried to picture what Sasuke�s left cheek must look like.
It was only a small consolation that he found Sasuke incredibly attractive no matter how ugly he tried to imagine him.
Naruto thrust his arms out of his nest and pushed his blond, scraggly head out into the sunlight, an expression of guilty remorse on his face. He scrunched his eyes, remembering all too well the smacking sound his fist had made when he�d hit his best friend, and his heart twisted at the knowledge that he�d reacted so badly to something he knew was good�he just hadn�t thought it through at the time.
He lay uncharacteristically still in his bed, confused from all the different feelings churning inside his chest, until he was tired of the mental ping-pong and decided to do something that might take his mind off the situation. He swung his legs to the floor, slipped from underneath his blankets and padded his way into the tiny kitchen.
He fixed himself some instant ramen, sitting at his little table and barely tasting the salty noodles. He drank the steaming broth in one gulp, following it with several swigs of cold milk, and let his mind examine the bizarre sensations of hot and cold inside his tummy. It was a welcome change from the knots of frustration that had resided there since the previous evening.
Naruto went over to his dresser, picking out orange shorts and a tight black t-shirt that fit over his muscles like a second skin. He tied on his hitai-ate, ran his fingers through his messy hair, and moved to the doorway to put on his sandals. He opened the door, and stepped outside, hesitant, as if he expected someone to attack him for freaking out like an idiot. He watched the busy streets from up on the deserted sixth floor, before gritting his teeth in resolve and descending the stairs three at a time.
It was practically midday as he made his way swiftly through the busy shopping district, passing the rainbow hues of fresh produce and the signs and crowds around the other shops in Konoha. He glanced over his shoulder once at someone who�d caught his eye�
�Was that Kakashi-sensei?�
But he kept on going, not interested enough to check and be sure. He shook his head; it was still a little weird to know that his two teachers were involved. It would probably be awkward to be around Kakashi for a while, since the Jounin didn�t know that he knew about their secret relationship. He really did not need any more awkward.
Naruto soon approached the thick, green forest, and took a winding path through one of the many beautiful parks in Konoha until he came to a well loved running trail used by ninja since the time of Shodai Hokage. His sandals crunching on the gritty earth, Naruto focused on the path ahead of him and took off in a burst of speed.
This trail wasn�t as highly trafficked as some of the newer, popular ones, but it was the one that Naruto especially liked. Running here suited his mood today. He was too disciplined to skip training entirely, but he wanted to be alone�this way he could do both. Kakashi loved to point out how he ignored the basics, so he figured it couldn�t hurt to do something simple to change up his routine. His feet followed the path�s curves and hills, his brain relaxing as it made minute calculations about velocity and the subtle changes in landscape.
Naruto focused on the quiet freedom that running through the forest could provide. He�d always been athletic, so the cardio exercise was something familiar, and therefore comforting. It was amazing how one event could turn normal things upside-down; he loved to fight and train and yet had almost not made it out the door that morning.
A first� to go with other firsts.
Naruto let his senses take over, concentrating his mind on the swishing sound of his arms as they moved in time with his legs, and the changes in scent as the path veered towards the river or sloped upward to more rocky ground. Naruto quieted his mental struggles by flooding his mind with sensations of the physical: the forest was alive around him, animals and plants adding their songs to a communal symphony, and his heartbeat was the steady rhythm to which all other noises naturally fell in harmony.
When he sensed any other shinobi, he ran up the closest tree trunk and continued by leaping through the branches, though he always returned to the ground after passing them. He liked the feeling that he was only a small part of the world around him as he ran through the old, tall forest�but the best part was far up ahead, the mid point of the path that curled high above the village where the enormous Hokage monument watched over them all.
From there he could see almost the whole of Fire Country, and he always took a break there to renew his purpose: Becoming strong enough to hold the next Hokage name. At his current pace, he�d probably reach the monument within the next two hours.
Breath coming in steady puffs, Naruto kept running until the path arched closer towards the river. He wasn�t too far from where he�d been training yesterday, and after finding the right spot he veered off into the thick woods on a short detour. The trees first became denser, and then they thinned out, finally opening to let him emerge into the hot, early afternoon sunlight. Naruto slowed down, stopping on the slanting bank and leaning his hands forward onto his knees, taking a few minutes to catch his breath.
Once his heart rate had slowed to a more normal lope, he walked along the river, eyes scanning the scrubbly terrain. He recognized the spot where they�d sparred yesterday, the ground lumpy and grass matted from hours of bracing and dodging�even an Academy student could have easily found the location . He moved around the perimeter of their combat area, eyes sweeping back and forth, reaching down once or twice to peer under tufts of longer weeds growing at the edge of the forest.
Naruto sighed. His wallet was nowhere to be found. Had he lost it somewhere else? He frowned, mentally retracing his steps leading up to when Sasuke� His eyes inadvertently settled on the stretch of ground where he knew he�d been pinned by his rival.
He quietly stepped forward towards the river, coming to the spot and kneeling. He pressed his hand into the damp earth, remembering how Sasuke�s black hair had fluttered around his face in the breeze as he�d held him. Naruto turned his body and sat down, stretching out in the faint imprint he�d left less than a day ago, and looked at the sky, full of fluffy clouds passing lazily overhead.
For a moment, his whole brain could only hold one thought: Sasuke.
His hand moved to his navel, flattening his palm against where he knew the Kyuubi seal lay dormant in his body. Naruto stroked his stomach in idle figure-eights, fingers moving over the cotton fabric. He closed his eyes, the memory of how his teammate had felt rising fresh in his mind, and perhaps more importantly�how he�d made Naruto feel.
Uchiha Sasuke was the most important person in his life. He�d never quite thought about it in those terms, and yet he knew it had always been true. From the beginning they�d been inseparable, pushing each other to grow and succeed in ways that no one else could. Naruto could still remember what it was like to be eaten by that giant snake during their first Chuunin exam years ago; it was the thought of Sasuke that gave him the courage to survive, to continue living so that they could continue to be rivals.
Sasuke was a predominant figure in everything he did; Naruto had somehow automatically depended on his presence both on missions and in down time. If he was excited, he wanted to share that excitement with Sasuke. If he was angry, it was usually because of Sasuke. If he was bored, he found Sasuke. When he was lonely, he wanted Sasuke. It was instinct; it was habit; it was right.
And it was scary to come face to face with the whole of it.
He sighed, stopping the movement of his hand, picturing the ninja in question, and feeling his stomach tighten with the beginning tingles of arousal. Sasuke was incredibly, almost painfully beautiful. When had he first noticed that?
Naruto thought about their years together as teammates. He hadn�t paid much attention to Sasuke�s good looks at first because everyone else seemed retardedly obsessed with them. Naruto�s lips curved into a smile, remembering how annoyed he�d been at all the attention Sasuke got when they�d first graduated the Academy. The day they were put on the same team, Naruto had been so annoyed and jealous he�d gotten right into Sasuke�s face. Naruto flushed to remember the rest of the incident, someone bumping into him and causing their mouths to collide in their first kiss; first ever, not to mention first together.
Naruto flopped his hand down to his side, exhaling. That was the only kiss they�d ever had, and what he felt most was disappointment, since he could barely remember it, and he hadn�t even wanted it at that time. He could only imagine what would have happened if he hadn�t been such a freakin� idiot yesterday, and the disappointment stung even more bitterly on the back of his tongue.
Now that the idea wasn�t so foreign, Naruto truly wished that he�d leaned forward and kissed Sasuke with all the admiration, appreciation, and adoration that he felt for his teammate.
He wouldn�t have cared if Sasuke had hit him instead. He didn�t really care that they were both guys. He just didn�t always respond well to surprises� and the intensity of their mutual desire had been a big surprise. In the simplest terms, he�d known in his heart what he felt for Sasuke, it just hadn�t manifested into his head yet.
And Sasuke was cool, calculating, exact, and anal about everything he did�so how was Naruto to know that Sasuke would suddenly be holding him down and licking his stomach with such heated, sexual hunger? Didn�t these things start with a date to the movies or something?
�Oi! What the hell are you doing?�
Naruto jumped up in a flash, eyes narrowed and kunai in hand, striking a defensive pose and prepared to face his teammate�the anticipation of seeing him again so soon a thick, terrified shield protecting a gooey center of eagerness. Then Naruto straightened up just as suddenly, his vision not matching his expectation.
It wasn�t Sasuke.
The classmate standing a few feet from him was about as tall, and was also handsome, though in a more brassy way; nothing close to the handsomeness of the famous Uchiha. He had a dark mop of hair, broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, and was grinning widely revealing teeth that were just a bit too sharp. A dog the size of a small polar bear stood at his side, his tongue lolling casually from the summer heat, but clearly alert and ready to attack or defend based on how Naruto chose to handle the situation. Naruto sighed in exasperation.
�Kiba!� Naruto shouted, �What the hell!� He scrubbed a hand through his hair in frustration, and then pointed at his friend, his voice even louder. �Why are there always people sneaking up on me?�
�Tch,� Kiba snorted, still grinning, his eyes sparkling, �Baka, I didn�t even try to sneak! I just walked right up to you.� He sank his fingers into the fur on Akamaru�s head, scratching behind his ears. �We almost mistook you for Shikamaru, all lazy and staring at the clouds.�
He made an exaggerated sniffing noise towards Naruto. ��But you smell like Ramen farts!� Akamaru barked his agreement while Naruto gaped at the insult, but then found himself laughing along with them.
�Oi! Back off, dog breath!� Naruto included them both in his retort.
He put his kunai away and grinned, while Akamaru decided he wasn�t a threat and sat down beside his master, tail wagging. Naruto walked over and started petting the dog as well, nodding at Kiba.
�I thought you were on a mission.�
Kiba ruffled a hand through his own hair, the smile fading from his tattooed face. �Nope. Hinata went on a mission with Shino and his dad. Something they needed her for.� He looked away and shifted his feet, stroking Akamaru as if it was the only thing that calmed him. The big dog rubbed his head against Kiba�s leg.
Naruto guessed that his friend was feeling left out, with both his teammates leaving him behind while they were on an important mission . He thought of Sakura, all the way in Suna. And Sasuke� Well, he could sympathize. He was actually relieved that it�d been Kiba, and not Sasuke who had interrupted his fantasies. He really didn�t know what he�d do when he saw his rival next.
Naruto became aware of the back of his t-shirt sticking to him from the damp earth, and the front sticking from the sheen of sweat caused by laying in the sunlight. He pulled impatiently at the hem, shifting it square and trying to make it more comfortable, and turned back to his friend. Then he gave one of his normal smiles, �Maaa, they�ll be back soon, right? And then you�ll be off again.�
Kiba nodded, looking worried, �Aa. I just�� It seemed he was about to say something significant, but instead he shook his head, and changed the subject. �Anyways, are you going to compete in the festival?�
Naruto scratched his head. What the hell was he talking about? �Festival?�
�Baka,� Kiba rolled his eyes, �The Festival of Golden Kunai! The major Konoha festival that�s only held once every ten years!�
Naruto shrugged, trying to look as if he knew what the dog boy was talking about. �Maybe,� he answered, nonchalant.
Kiba rolled his eyes, �Don�t tell me you haven�t heard!� He shifted his weight onto one leg, one hand on Akamaru�s head and the other perched on his hip. �The festival starts in three days, and lasts for about four. The only good part is the scavenger hunt�it�s Chuunin vs. Jounin, and it�s really tough. Sometimes nobody is good enough to win.�
Naruto perked up�he loved these types of games. �What does the winner get?�
Kiba grinned, �The winner gets the Golden Kunai, of course! It�s solid gold, engraved by master Konoha metalsmiths and rumored to be worth like� five houses!� He spread his arms out wide like he could own the world, and then scratched Akamaru�s head playfully, chuckling. �Ne, Akamaru? It could feed us the biggest, juiciest steaks for years!�
Naruto grinned back, �All you think about is food, isn�t it!�
Kiba shook his head, swatting Naruto�s arm playfully, �Look who�s talking! It could probably buy you a lifetime of Ramen!�
Naruto blocked him with ease. �You�ve just convinced me to win that prize!�
�Oi,� Kiba cautioned, �You�ll have to keep your head out of the clouds to beat us! And when my teammate and best friend gets back from his mission, you won�t stand a chance!�
Naruto�s smile was the one to falter this time. Teammate. Best friend. Sasuke.
Kiba and Shino didn�t have complicated feelings to get in the way of their friendship, and Naruto felt jealous, since things with his own best friend were so messed up. Could he ever have something more with Sasuke? Was it worth even trying? What if it messed up their friendship instead?
�Hey Naruto?� Kiba nudged him, smiling, breaking his concentration.
�Nani?� he replied.
�How about a fight?� Kiba challenged him, eyes sparkling in excitement.
�How about a fight? Of course! Uzumaki Naruto didn�t run away, Uzumaki Naruto fought for his precious people and never gave up!
And he sure as hell wouldn�t give up Sasuke, even if it took the rest of his life to make it up to him.
Naruto looked up at Kiba, and brought a hand to the back of his neck. �Um� sorry Kiba. There�s something else I have to do.� Kiba�s face fell in disappointment, but he shrugged it off good naturedly and began to walk away, his dog loping after him.
Naruto hastily added, �But another time, okay?�
Kiba and Akamaru both turned back to wave, Kiba�s smile back in place. �Okay!�
Naruto waved at them, watching as they sprinted off into the forest and continued whatever they�d been doing before finding him flat on his back daydreaming about Sasuke. He swung his arms back and forth, getting his blood going again, and he stretched out his hamstrings before darting back into the forest and rejoining the running path, his long legs making short work of the varying terrain. His mind meandered like the path in front of him, but eventually settled firmly on the situation at hand.
Iruka was right. He had to apologize, had to try to talk to Sasuke, and soon. But he had to admit he was scared. Uchiha Sasuke didn�t talk much in general, and Naruto was doubtful that he�d be anything but tight lipped about what had happened between them. It was a different kind of talking that was necessary than the taunts and insults that were their usual form of conversation�they were both too stubborn and competitive to ever really open up. Naruto was at a loss as to how they�d do it now.
He had been content with their close relationship the way it was, but now that he�d spent some time mulling things over, he just couldn�t imagine going any longer without at least once letting Sasuke know how he felt. He felt� emotional things for Sasuke, and not just physical thrills whenever they had close contact.
Sasuke did make his body twitch whenever he was within three feet of him� but it was more because of their excellent teamwork, he told himself, than the arch of his regal neck, or the hard muscles of his lean body, or the curve of his tight butt�
Naruto�s sandal slipped in the pebbly dirt, throwing him slightly off balance, but he quickly caught himself and sped faster up the path in typical overcompensation. He tried to push thoughts of Sasuke out of his mind, and focused instead on his breathing, his running, his chakra. He ran on, emotions swirling in place of his thought, until he was making the difficult, zig-zagging climb up towards the Konoha Hokage monument.
As he climbed, his alert senses picked up on the presence of two shinobi at the top of the monument, directly in his path. He leapt into a nearby tree, climbing to see who it was around the next corner, his brow creasing in irritation. If someone was having a picnic, it would throw a wrench in his ritual. With any luck, they�d only be pausing to enjoy the view, and he could wait them out in the safety of the treetop and then proceed to his favorite spot for a short rest.
Peering through the leaves at the highest branches, he could just make out two shinobi seated side by side at the head of the Third. A boy and a girl, both young teenagers, were talking quietly together, hands clasped. They completely ignored the view from their perch, having eyes only for each other.
Naruto watched as the boy leaned forward to whisper something in the girl�s ear, and then they both broke into giggles. They were much too focused on each other to notice that there was a powerful ninja hiding in a nearby tree, and it seemed a safe bet that they�d stay there for the rest of the afternoon. Naruto frowned in disappointment and climbed down without a sound, having grudgingly mapped a course to avoid them and then continue his run.
He crept around the bend, keeping the pair in his peripheral vision in case they sensed his presence, melting into the shadows of the sparse trees and hiding the orange of his clothing. When he was halfway past the lovebirds, he spared a glance in their direction to make sure they were still ignoring him and nearly crashed into a skinny tree trunk from the surprise of immediate recognition�the boy�s fuzzy brown hair and long scarf were a dead giveaway, as were the dainty features and pale silvery eyes of the kunoichi.
Naruto clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle his surprise, standing deer-in-the-headlights still, hoping they wouldn�t notice him.
Konohamaru was leaning forward again, fingers sweeping Hanabi�s soft brown hair off of her forehead, the movement following the curve of her face which he held adoringly in his palm. Her cheeks blossomed pink, her eyes brimming with emotion, and Konohamaru leaned in and kissed her. She melted into his embrace, and he held her close, kissing her cheeks, her nose, her forehead and eyelids, which made her titter happily into his chest. Konohamaru�s smile as he tucked her head beneath his chin and simply hugged her close to him was nothing short of beaming.
Naruto, blushing at having caught his young pal with his girlfriend, managed to take control of his body and continued silently on his way, tip-toeing around the bend and somehow exiting the area without incident.
Once at safe distance, Naruto sprinted back into his running pace, feet flying over the earth. His heart palpitated from what he�d just witnessed, somewhat from the intrinsic cuteness of the scene but mostly at a personal realization.
He wanted that with Sasuke�the freedom to express his feelings through touch and the trust that it would be reciprocated.
He wanted to spend time just �near to him; seeing his expressions up close, touching that ink-black mop of hair, running it through his fingers and staring into the matching black eyes. He wanted to know what it was like to have Sasuke sleep in his arms, head tucked under his chin and limbs entwined. He wanted to be woken up with kisses, Sasuke�s striking features the first thing he saw in the morning.
Naruto�s gut clenched with the realization that he truly wanted to be with Sasuke: Not just pals, not just rivals, and not just�gulp!�lovers.
He creased his brows, thinking of Iruka and their conversation. He didn�t know for how long, but Iruka-sensei and Kakashi-sensei were a real couple, although he�d never once seen anything that would make him think they were involved. Naruto smirked, pleased to know something so personal and gossipy about his sensei, and yet he knew he would never betray Iruka�s trust by letting on that he knew.
But Kakashi? He was such a pervert! How in the hell did Iruka fall for him, of all the Jounin�of all the male Jounin, he corrected�around? Yesterday, hearing about Iruka and Kakashi had made him relax enough to confide in Iruka about Sasuke; it was pure, dumb luck that he�d chosen to ask Iruka for help, and Iruka had let it slip about their relationship.
So who else in the village was gay?
Naruto had never really thought about the possibilities; he�d always been focused on training, spending time with Sasuke, completing their missions and working to become Hokage. So now when he did think about it, he had no clue if there were any other male couples out there.
And how long had Iruka and Kakashi been hiding their feelings? They were both phenomenal ninja, so it wasn�t a surprise that they were capable of keeping a secret. But could he do the same thing with Sasuke? Could he pretend to the rest of the village that they were really only rivals, or teammates, and only show his true feelings when they were alone? Is that what he had to do?
Naruto made a noise of annoyance. It shouldn�t have to be that way. If he was going to be with Sasuke, he wanted to really be with Sasuke. To admit it to himself was exhilarating, but still scary. He didn�t have a clue what to do next, or what Sasuke even thought of him at all�but at least one thing was clear: He would do whatever it took to win Sasuke�s heart.
His expression determined, Naruto raced over the winding path, the sun starting to set behind him over the village.
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Kakashi hummed a racy tune he�d picked up somewhere in Grass Country as he finished preparing a sumptuous meal for Iruka.
He�d been all over Konoha that afternoon, shopping for the perfect ingredients and accoutrements for the festivities of the evening, and yet he still had plenty of energy left over. He�d made himself quite at home, rearranging Iruka�s living room to suit his plans, and availing himself of refrigerator space and all kinds of kitchen utensils and dishes.
He put the finishing touches on their meal, and then rinsed his hands and dried them on a towel, turning to survey the scene in the living room and make sure he had everything in place. He�d moved the low table away from the sofa and into the center of the floor, arranging plush pillows for them to sit on, side by side. There were more pillows in a heap nearby, underneath the window, which was lined with candles waiting to be lit when it got darker outside.
In the center of the table, a small fondue pot was bubbling, a mild scent of Cheddar cheese wafting from it. The small platter next to it had a fine linen napkin draped over it, hiding lumps of something presumably edible. Kakashi went to the refrigerator, taking out the bottle of good sake he�d purchased earlier, and placed it on the table along with two cups. Everything seemed just right.
He went into Iruka�s bedroom, tugging off his mask to change into a new silver silk robe. He pulled the sash tight, enjoying the luxurious feel of the fabric sliding across his skin, and moved back out into the living room to await Iruka�s arrival. He clicked on the stereo, his chosen CD filling the room with peaceful, sensual music.
In just a few minutes, Kakashi could sense Iruka�s approach, and he moved to stand demurely against the wall that divided the kitchen from the living room, facing the entryway. Iruka opened the door, saw Kakashi and smiled, making the Jounin�s heart flutter while he set down his knapsack and kicked off his sandals, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from his face.
Kakashi went to him, unhurried, stopping just a hair�s breadth in front of him, not reaching out to the other man. He�d have to exercise control if he was to carry out his plans, and it was far too soon to give in to his immediate longings. Instead of pulling the younger man to him in a tight embrace, he merely bent his head, leaning in to kiss him hello. Iruka tilted his chin upward, but Kakashi�s lips never touched the Chuunin�s. He blinked.
�Bad Jounin! Bad!� Iruka scolded him, mouth quivering in suppressed laughter, two fingers pressed against Kakashi�s lips preventing the kiss. Kakashi grinned, raising his hand to hold Iruka�s fingers in place and kissing them instead.
�I can�t believe you!� Iruka gave in to the laughter, �You are so embarrassing!� Iruka pulled his hand away and swatted at Kakashi, who easily avoided it. Kakashi didn�t have to guess what he was referring to, grinning back without apology.
�Didn�t you like your lunch?� he asked, mock hurt in his voice.
Iruka rolled his eyes, �You just couldn�t resist doing something perverted, could you?� The Chuunin sidled out of Kakashi�s grabbing hands, grinning back despite himself.
�I wanted to make sure you were eating healthy,� Kakashi fibbed, pretending to try to catch Iruka as he hopped around the entryway, enjoying their little game.
�You like it, don�t you?� Iruka chided him, slipping out of reach one more time, �You like being suggestive, all those other ninja watching us.� He twisted and blocked Kakashi�s wrist with one hand, using the other to strike at him, neither man working in earnest to catch or to get away.
�You�re so cute when you�re trying not to jump on me,� Kakashi teased, deftly avoiding Iruka�s half hearted punch, and reaching towards him again.
�At least there�s one thing that�s keeping me from killing you,� Iruka smirked, hopping to the side and finding a wall at his back.
Before he could twist away, Kakashi had placed his hands on the wall behind him, cornering him. Iruka half-heartedly tried to squirm away, effectively bringing his lover closer in order to keep him still, their thighs touching. Kakashi felt Iruka�s hands on his chest, preserving enough distance that they could still look at each other comfortably.
�Oh?� Kakashi asked, his eyes taking in the playful smirk on Iruka�s face.
�Aa,� Iruka said. �There was a flaw in your little plan� a monumental flaw.� Kakashi�s hormones spiked as he felt Iruka�s hips thrust against his own at the pun.
�So, ka?� he almost didn�t care what they were talking about anymore.
�Aa,� Iruka whispered, tilting his jaw and bringing his mouth very, very close to the Jounin�s. �You didn�t get to watch me eat my lunch.�
Kakashi didn�t hesitate to close the gap and kiss him breathless. Iruka�s arms wrapped around Kakashi�s back, their bodies pressed together in a tight line, and their tongues fighting for domination in a war of sensuality. Kakashi was seldom reduced to undeniable, pure physical need�he had been through training that other ninjas only had nightmares about. And yet this man, this incredibly talented, adorable Academy sensei could undo all the discipline that had been ingrained in him for decades.
Kakashi pulled Iruka away from the wall so he could slip both hands into his hair, pushing off the hair tie and loosening the silky mass into a chocolate halo. He moaned, feeling Iruka�s hands stroke up and then down his spine, his back breaking out in goose bumps underneath the silk. He broke off the kiss, holding Iruka�s head in place so he could look at him, both of them panting from the passion of the moments. Iruka might not be as flashy as other ninjas, not as easily recognizable as himself, but he was handsome; the thin scar across his nose only accented his uniqueness, and marked him as a true warrior.
Kakashi kissed his forehead gently, fingers stroking through his longish brown hair, �Maaa, who said that the game was over?�
Iruka chuckled, resting his arms loosely around Kakashi�s waist. He leaned forward, touching their noses together briefly, a smile playing at his lips.
�I usually find you to be quite� thorough.� The smile became a grin, and Kakashi�s cheeks reddened. Iruka was definitely feeling playful tonight!
Kakashi turned towards the bedroom, walking Iruka backwards down the hall and through the door. Iruka chuckled the entire way, expecting to be ravished, but Kakashi simply stood him at the foot of his bed, picking up the Navy blue robe that he�d folded there neatly that afternoon. He held it out to Iruka, who took the lush fabric between his fingers and held it up to his body, testing it�s length.
�Saa, it should fit,� Kakashi reached to undo the zipper of his vest, aiding the Chuunin in undressing.
�Wow�it feels expensive�� Iruka was mesmerized by the soft silk, running the sash through his fingers over and over, only half aware of Kakashi�s hands moving over his body.
Kakashi gave him a kiss on the temple, gently removing the blue robe from his lover�s grasp and laying it across the bed. He slid his hands under the standard shinobi shirt, and Iruka raised his arms in cooperation while Kakashi finish undressing him. It was a miracle, but Kakashi managed to get a naked Iruka into the silk robe without anything seriously perverted distracting him, aside from a few caresses here and there which he couldn�t resist.
Iruka seemed to love the attention, and so he reached up to run his fingers through Iruka�s dark hair and push it gently back from his face. Then, taking his hand, Kakashi led him back into the living room so they could begin their meal.
�Mmm, what did you make?� Iruka asked as they approached the table. Kakashi gestured for him to sit on the cushions, and joined him.
He quirked an eyebrow, smirking, �Well, I knew I�d miss out on watching you enjoy your�lunch,� Kakashi winked, pouring sake into the two cups and handing one of them to Iruka. �So this will more than make up for it.�
He raised his cup in salute, and they both drank. Iruka�s eyes sparkled from curiosity and anticipation, his copper skin glowing against the deep blue silk he wore.
Kakashi raised the lid of the fondue pot, revealing the orangey mixture inside, and then lifted the linen cloth from the platter next to it. There were several breads represented, small chunks curving artfully around some vegetables, with slices of Fuji apples in the center. Iruka grinned at him in delight. Kakashi picked up a fondue fork.
�You see,� he said, stabbing a round mushroom and swirling it in the melted cheese. �Now I get to watch you eat an entire meal, one delicious bite-sized piece at a time.�
He held the fork for Iruka, who opened his mouth and slid the mushroom off using his teeth. Iruka closed his eyes as he swallowed, cheeks flushing in pleasure. Kakashi chuckled, moving closer so that he could cradle Iruka against him as he continued to feed him, once or twice remembering that it was his dinner as well.
They chatted and laughed, limbs entwining as they took turns feeding each other bits of bread or apple, soon polishing off the last of the cheese, and having another round of sake. Kakashi kissed Iruka�s lips , turning off the fondue pot, rising from the cushions and moving into the kitchen. He came out with a small sushi tray, and set it in front of Iruka.
�Unagi!� Iruka exclaimed excitedly, �That�s my favorite!�
Kakashi grinned, �I know, silly.� He used the chopsticks in his hand to feed the sushi to Iruka, who closed his eyes and chewed slowly, moaning in bliss.
�Is it good? I made it myself,� Kakashi asked.
Iruka nodded emphatically, then slid down in the cushions to lay his head in Kakashi�s lap, his body limp in contentment. Kakashi smiled, loving how fun it was to pamper Iruka; he wished he had breaks from missions more often. He wasn�t exactly in the clear anyhow, since his skills were in high demand and he often went on solo missions�he could be sent away at any moment. However, Kakashi decided not to dwell on that possibility while he could still enjoy his free time to the fullest, which meant as much alone time with Iruka as he could possibly get.
He reached for another piece of eel, and offered it to Iruka, who wiggled in delight as he chewed and swallowed it. �Kami-sama,� Kakashi glanced upward, �You must really, really love me to have allowed me something this precious.�
Kakashi planted a quick kiss on Iruka�s cheek, feeding him bite after bite of eel, and laughing at Iruka�s adorable squeals and squirms of joy at each piece of his favorite food. When the Unagi had all disappeared, Iruka lay content in Kakashi�s lap. Kakashi let his hands stroke the younger man, brushing the hair from his face, tracing a fingertip down his throat, the touches lazy and comfortable rather than sexual. Iruka�s fingers toyed with the edge of the silver robe, stroking up and down the diagonal line where it crossed Kakashi�s chest and stomach.
�Ne, Kakashi�� Iruka asked in a quiet voice, his eyes looking up at the Jounin with a sensual weight. �What about dessert?�
Iruka�s hand left off stroking the robe and slid up Kakashi�s firm body and neck to curve around his cheek; Iruka�s thumb traced the edge of his upper lip back and forth. Kakashi caught the thumb in his teeth playfully to make Iruka smile, then he rubbed his cheek into his palm and kissed it. He bent over for a more satisfying kiss, and Iruka�s arms slipped around his neck and hugged him tighter, hands fisting in the collar of the robe as he opened his mouth and kissed back. Kakashi�s stomach dropped, his groin responding instantly to Iruka�s advances; he moaned into his lover�s mouth, just barely resisting the urge to skip to the end and have good, exhaustive sex right there on the floor.
After a lengthy interlude of kissing on the floor pillows, Kakashi pulled back from his lover, a smile on his face.
�Iruka-sensei, you almost made me forget all about the real dessert,� he teased, offering one last peck.
Iruka frowned up at him, pretending to be put out. �Hn.�
Kakashi sat up and pulled Iruka with him. �Now I do have something planned for dessert, so if you�d come over here��
He led them over to the heap of pillows, and gestured for Iruka to kneel, facing them. Kakashi lit the candles in the window, the darkness outside a black backdrop to the tiny flames, and turned off the other lights in the room. He moved back to Iruka, who cocked a questioning eyebrow at him. Kakashi simply smiled, reaching fingers towards the knot of the blue sash and untying it.
�It�s a very special dessert, and it tastes best when you�re relaxed and warm.�
Kakashi waggled his eyebrows as he reached to Iruka�s collar and pushed the navy silk over his shoulders and down his back to pool around his knees. Kakashi moved to the side of the pillows and gestured with a sweep of his arm for Iruka to lay on his stomach and make himself comfortable. Iruka leaned forward stretching out, and Kakashi moved the discarded robe out of the way.
He reached to the end table by the sofa and grabbed the bottle of massage oil he�d bought earlier, and squeezed some into his palm. He rubbed the oil between his hands to warm it, then pressed his palms to Iruka�s back and began to stroke his tanned skin. Iruka sighed, giving in completely to the soothing touches, and Kakashi systematically worked over all his muscles starting in the upper back and neck.
His hands were strong, calloused from rigorous training, but gentle when he chose them to be. Kakashi knew he could kill with these same hands, faster than most opponents could realize what he�d done. But he also liked to hone other skills, skills that brought about comfort, protection, and love�it was what kept him sane.
Kakashi sighed, his hands moving deftly down Iruka�s back to the base of the spine, working out the few knots he found and smiling as each muscle relaxed and Iruka continued to sigh contentedly. When Iruka�s back was finished, he smoothed his palms up and down from shoulders to hips and back, then turned his hands over and let his short nails graze across the tender skin. Iruka made noises of pleasure as his back broke out in goose bumps. Kakashi moved his hands lower, curving over Iruka�s round behind and working the muscles of his hips and thighs, one side at a time.
His thoughts moved briefly to Sasuke, and their conversation that morning. Sasuke had spent a lot of time watching Naruto from afar, and had endured being his teammate without letting on how he really felt; at least until the time at the river. But Kakashi knew what that was like�for he�d watched Iruka from afar in much the same way. It was soon after he�d been assigned Team Seven that he�d really noticed the Chuunin. They spoke for the first time in the mission office.
Kakashi�s hands hit a ticklish spot on the back of Iruka�s knee, and his leg gave a twitch. They both laughed, Kakashi continuing the soothing, sensual rhythm of his massage, lingering a bit longer than he had on his upper body.
Yes, it had started innocently enough, and then deepened as the months went by and they seemed to see more and more of each other�probably because of their dual relationship with a young, blond ninja.
Kakashi�s hands moved lower, sliding down Iruka�s long legs, not leaving a single inch of visible skin untouched. He remembered how he�d started to get nervous around the Chuunin whenever he had to hand in a mission report. Oh, how that had galled him! Despite his fame, he�d had to work up the nerve to be around this particular Academy teacher, but in time he started to look forward to their infrequent meetings, picturing Iruka�s smiling, gentle face�Kakashi was amused by how completely it changed when he yelled at Naruto in fury.
Iruka had grown on him, and Kakashi had started on things. He�d think up random stories and would draw out comics, handing them in with his mission reports and passing it off as something to keep him from the boredom of babysitting his Genin. He�d also brought Iruka examples of non-ninja life from his travels that he thought the teacher could use in lessons about other countries.
Did Iruka still have any of those? Kakashi chuckled; maybe it was time to revisit his artistic pursuits and draw some comics of an entirely different nature to hand in with future mission reports.
Kakashi�s hands found Iruka�s feet, and he heard a gasp of pleasure from the younger man as he worked out the muscles that were sore from standing in a classroom all day. Even when the muscle tension had eased, the Jounin kept his hands active on Iruka�s feet because he knew it was one of his lover�s most sensitive erogenous zones. Kakashi�s fingers slid between Iruka�s toes, his thumbs running along the bridge and instep in gentle, teasing motions. Iruka was close to whimpering, the rest of his body squirming at the ministrations. Kakashi kept it up until Iruka started to try to flip himself over, but he simply pressed the man back down into the pillows and moved his touches slowly up his legs.
Iruka�s body was tense under his touch as he tried to keep still, and Kakashi moved his hands upward and upward, seeking to create a different kind of tension than the one he�d just relieved. When he reached his lover�s neck, he sank his fingers into the thick hair and massaged his scalp in slow, sure circles. Iruka was moaning uninhibitedly now, moving a hand towards Kakashi and settling on his thigh.
Iruka�s palm made small caresses, showing Kakashi how much he was enjoying the massage, and that he wanted to touch him back. Teasing Iruka too much more would be cruel, so Kakashi leaned down, pressing his chest against his smooth back and kissing just below his ear.
�Wait here a moment,� he whispered, and then nibbled at the earlobe, watching more goose bumps spread over the tanned neck and shoulder.
�Mmmm,� Iruka murmured, somewhat urgently. Kakashi stood and quickly went to the kitchen, gathering the dessert items and walking back to his lover.
�Close your eyes,� he requested, and knelt again at Iruka�s side, placing the items nearby, and slipping out of his robe. He placed a gentle hand against the small of Iruka�s back, �You can roll over now.�
Iruka did so, his brown hair mussed from lying against the pillows. Kakashi�s hand caressed slow circles on Iruka�s abs, just above his partial erection. He used one of the pillows near the table to prop Iruka�s head up, allowing Iruka to help adjust it while keeping his eyes shut.
�I�m going to feed you a bite of this,� he instructed, �So open your mouth��
Kakashi held the spoon up to Iruka�s mouth, and Iruka took the bite, his eyes snapping open as he recognized the cold richness of chocolate ice cream. He made a noise of excitement as he ate, and Kakashi laughed, spooning more of it for him and feeding him several mouthfuls.
Then he put the bowl down, and picked up another bowl, along with a tool generally not used for eating. Iruka cocked his head, curious.
Kakashi winked. �Oh this?� he said, smirking, �See�the ice cream is for you. But this,� Kakashi dipped the utensil into the second bowl, swirling it and then lifting it for Iruka to see that it was indeed a calligraphy brush freshly coated in melted chocolate.
�This is for me.�
Kakashi took the brush and made bold strokes with it on the canvas of Iruka�s torso, the Chuunin biting his lip to keep from looking while Kakashi wrote out a poem. Kakashi could tell that the brush strokes tickled, but the warm chocolate should be soothing and sensual to compensate. He read it out loud when he�d finished:
Lighting one candle

with another candle;

an evening of spring.

-Bashon
�Oh �Kashi�� Iruka gazed up at him, obviously recognizing the famous haiku poet, but also catching the deeper meaning�the first time they�d said they loved each other was back in early spring.
Iruka sat up and caught his face between his palms, kissing him passionately. Kakashi kissed back, though he was careful not to spill the bowl chocolate, and when Iruka finally pulled back his eyes were brimming with emotion. Kakashi�s heart swelled huge in his chest, and he grinned, reaching the brush to Iruka�s lips and painting them with chocolate lipstick. They kissed again, Kakashi licking and sharing the tasty chocolate while Iruka licked any stray bits of chocolate from his mouth.
Kakashi settled Iruka back on the pillows, and crept down to straddle his closest leg. He braced himself, making sure Iruka would have a perfect view as he leaned down and began to lick the haiku back off of the smooth skin.
When the poetry had been erased, Kakashi paused to feed more ice cream to Iruka with one hand, and to paint abstract art with the other. Iruka squirmed as the brush painted over his nipple, which tightened immediately in response. Kakashi painted the other one, flicking the brush over it several times before sliding it along Iruka�s collarbone. The brush crept up Iruka�s throat, and then descended back down to play over his ribs and stomach.
In sudden inspiration, he made a thick, dark swirl around Iruka�s navel, deciding he agreed with his tensai student that it looked incredibly tasty on the right man. Kakashi then began to follow the sweet, brown lines with his hot, wet tongue, freeing his hands from all utensils so he could prop himself above his lover. Iruka took advantage of their positions and reached his own hands to Kakashi�s body, stroking his skin and making it break out in goose bumps.
Kakashi�s lips moved up to nibble along Iruka�s collarbone, adding nips to the meatier parts of his shoulders and neck, and shivering from the feel of Iruka�s nails tracing pictures of their own on the broad expanse of his back. Kakashi drowned himself in the scent and taste of his lover, the musk of his shampoo, the tang of his aftershave, the sweetness of chocolate and skin a combination that no Chef could duplicate.
He licked and teased Iruka�s nipples, swirling his tongue around the nubs and sucking greedily. Iruka squirmed beneath him, making pleasure noises and digging his nails into Kakashi�s shoulders. Kakashi gently used his teeth to tease each nipple, alternating between bites and licks, well aware of his lover�s hips thrusting a very erect cock into his thigh.
Kakashi shifted to lick and bite along Iruka�s neck, climbing a moist path upward. Iruka bucked when his tongue reached the sensitive crevices of his ear, and Kakashi�s pleasure was increased tenfold at the tight, painful grip of Iruka�s strong hands twisting in his silvery hair.
Unable to withstand any more, Iruka turned his head so that their mouths met in a delicious, sugary mixture of tongues and lips, and his arms pulled Kakashi on top of him so he could wrap his legs around his waist and hold him close. Kakashi kissed the Chuunin for all he was worth, disregarding the transfer of chocolate to his own body as their skin was pressed tight together by Iruka�s muscular legs.
Kakashi moved his lips along Iruka�s jaw line and up to his other ear, nibbling there before descending down his neck and covering his other collarbone with equally pleasant bites. He kissed his way down Iruka�s chest, curving his tongue over muscles and ribs as he moved lower and lower to lick the remaining chocolate across his abs in wide strokes. Iruka loosened his legs just enough to allow their bodies to shift.
Bracing himself on his left arm, Kakashi looked up seductively to Iruka�s brown eyes, and slowly leaned his body so that his mouth came tantalizing close to the very erect, very sexy cock in front of him. Iruka�s breathing increased, looking down his chocolate smeared torso to find Kakashi�s long, talented tongue reaching out and flicking the ridge around the head of his cock.
Iruka�s cock twitched, his whole body going rigid in anticipation, and Kakashi let his tongue play over the soft skin at the tip, licking up the beads of moisture there, then moving away. Iruka pleaded at him with puppy-dog eyes, but Kakashi simply picked up his chocolate ink and swirled the calligraphy brush in it, a suggestive smirk on his face to let Iruka know he wasn�t finished yet. Kakashi stirred the chocolate back and forth, then removed the brush and set it down.
Before Iruka could ask, he tipped the bowl and poured its contents all over Iruka�s large cock, coating it in a slick shell of chocolatey-goodness�it was time for the feast.
Kakashi didn�t care that he was making a mess. He didn�t care that they weren�t his pillows, or his floor, or his drapes that would have bits of chocolate on them by the time he was done. What he did care about was making sure that Iruka was very, very well pleased that night, and he focused all his energies on that goal.
Iruka was a dessert all by himself, without the aid of chocolate or anything else. But something about the combination of food and sex drove Kakashi absolutely wild; based on tonight�s experiment he believed that his lover agreed with him. Umino Iruka was whimpering, grabbing fistfuls of pillow and squirming in pleasure as Kakashi used his lips, tongue and throat with well practiced skill. While his mouth was busy, his hands roamed all over Iruka�s body, stroking every inch of skin he could reach and leaving trails of smeared chocolate.
He curved his hands underneath Iruka�s round butt, using the power in his arms to lift the man�s hips as he swallowed his long cock down his throat, sucking its length over and over and over. Iruka�s body writhed beneath him as Kakashi found the right rhythm, the rhythm that made his lover�s breathing quicken to short gasps, gasps that were soon accompanied by small moans, moans that would crescendo into a single note of ecstasy when Iruka�s orgasm wracked his body in quivering spasms.
Kakashi swallowed it all, not letting one drop escape his ravenous mouth, the bitter cr�me complimented perfectly by a rich, chocolate residue.
He looked at his lover, spread-eagled on a pile of lush pillows, eyes closed and mouth curling in complete satisfaction. His heart swelled with pride at being the man, the only man who had ever won the complete trust of Umino Iruka, the only one who had been deemed worthy of sharing such intimate contact, made all the more real by their mutual affection underneath the lust. He knelt comfortably where he was, catching his breath and memorizing how Iruka looked.
Iruka held out his hand, reaching for him with what strength he had left.
�You,� he murmured, crooking his finger, �Come here.�
Kakashi grinned, sliding his body up to lie beside his lover, who settled limp arms around his neck and looked up at him through long lashes. He reached out a hand and brushed Iruka�s hair back from his face, his caresses soft and sweet.
Iruka�s lips parted in a very satisfied smile, �Wanna cook me dinner tomorrow?�
Kakashi laughed a loud barking laugh that rumbled from deep within, his face split into a wide and uninhibited grin.
�Mochiron!� he agreed with no hesitation, bending to kiss Iruka�s lips gently, both their mouths rather sensitive from their evening of debauchery.
He felt Iruka�s hands moving over his body, circling a nipple, stroking his abs, and then clasping his still half-erect cock. He sighed against Iruka�s neck, nuzzling his lover and relishing the idea that they had many more hours together before they�d have to sleep. Not that he especially wanted to stop for sleep�but he did want to be sure Iruka could teach safely the next day and not be wounded by his shuriken-wielding brats. Thankfully their night had just started.
Iruka must have been thinking the same thing, for Kakashi felt his lover�s lazy caresses begin to move with more purpose. His pale skin blossomed in arousal and his cock hardened instantly from Iruka�s skillful handiwork, jutting long and thick from his body. He felt Iruka�s other hand moving into his hair, stroking his scalp with his fingernails, and making a fist in the soft, silvery locks. Iruka pulled his head back from his shoulder and looked at him.
He watched intently as Iruka�s satisfied expression became more heated, and before he knew it Iruka had bent forward and sunk his teeth into line of his exposed neck. Kakashi bucked on instinct, the lover�s bite spicing the pleasure with a hint of pain, though his skin was intact. Desire surged through his body, rippling out from his neck where Iruka was nibbling and sucking with abandon, knowing how hot it made him. He thrust his hips again, grinding his cock against Iruka�s fingers until the assault on his neck ceased. Panting, he looked at Iruka�s handsome face, mirroring his own desire even so shortly after his release.
Iruka smirked. �Did you think I wasn�t planning on tipping the Chef?� he asked, cheeks flushing from lewd boldness, still stroking Kakashi�s big cock.
Kakashi shook his head, panting slightly, a happy smile on his face. Iruka kissed his nose, then moved to kneel in the cushions, pulling Kakashi up with him.
�Now,� Iruka began, moving to his feet and helping Kakashi to stand beside him. �I want you to come with me into the shower, and I want us to get all wet and soapy�� Iruka tipped his chin and licked Kakashi�s lower lip, �And I want this,� he squeezed the Jounin�s erection with his hand, �Inside me.�
Grinning, Iruka turned, leading Kakashi towards the shower by his cock.
Kakashi�s merry laughter echoed down the hall as he allowed himself to be led by his eager lover, his heart fluttering and his body not at all objecting to Iruka�s plans. This was just one of the thousands of reasons why he loved Iruka�even the genius Copy Ninja couldn�t predict the man�s innumerable appetites! He shrugged, happy to switch it up now and again, and he sighed audibly in perverted bliss for Iruka�s benefit.
It really had turned out to be a very, very good day!
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