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By : djserani
Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male
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He'd been gone a week. They'd spent a full week hunting down a missing nin before finally finding him. It had taken every bit of his skill as a ninja to take the damned rogue out. He and his two teammates had managed to get out of it without too much injury, but he'd gotten banged up in the melee.

He had a few bruised ribs for his trouble, and that annoyed him more than anything. Because when he'd gotten back to Konoha, instead of looking for a particular teacher like he wanted to, he had to go to the hospital. He'd finally gotten a nurse to agree to pass a message to him after he'd been forced into the hospital bed.

So he was not exactly in the best mood or looking his best when the knock came a short while later. He had the bandages around his chest and a few very ugly bruises on his face. He'd managed to lose his mask during the fight, on top of everything.

"Come in," he said, simultaneously hoping it was Iruka and hoping it wasn't.

With that man the only one on his mind, it was with surprise that he greeted Kakashi when he came in. "Sempai!" He blinked at the man.

"Yo!" Kakashi gave his negligent wave. "I heard you and a tree didn't get along."

Yamato snorted. "Hardly. More like the back end of a lightning bolt."

"Ah. Yeah, they don't like wood, do they?" Kakashi asked.

Yamato shook his head. "No, no, they don't. What are you doing here?"

"What? I can't visit a teammate in the hospital?" The copy nin asked.

"It is a well-known fact that you hate hospitals." Yamato raised an eyebrow. "What do you want?"

Kakashi feigned innocence. "I was just worried about you."

"Bullshit." Yamato laughed, then groaned, holding his bruised ribs. "Ouch. That sucks."

"You going to be okay?" Kakashi asked.

"Yeah, just a few bruised ribs. Nothing to worry about." He leaned back on the bed and considered his friend. "Yes."

"Yes? Yes what?" Kakashi asked.

"Yes, I left the bar with him that night," Yamato said. "No, we didn't do anything, I left him at his door. But yes, we're going out. When I can get out of here."

"I didn't ask anything," Kakashi tried to look innocent again.

Yamato simply snorted. "You were thinking it. I could see the smoke."

"I'm hurt you think so little of me." Kakashi said, attempting to look hurt and failing miserably. "That you'd think all I'd be here for was to confirm a rumor."

"Speaking of the bar. How are Genma and Raido?" Yamato asked and watched in fascination as Kakashi blushed.

"Um, they're�" he paused, scratching the back of his head. "They're fine."

"When did that happen?"

"Uh, a few months ago. I�hadn't really meant to be quite so, erm, outward with them at the bar that night. I'd had a bit too much to drink."

"No, really?" Yamato asked, fighting the urge to laugh. It was kind of funny to see the great Kakashi Hatake flustered.

The copy nin glared at him. "Yes. How's Iruka?"

Yamato frowned. "I haven't seen him yet. I just got back a short while ago and was forced in here. How did you know I was here, anyway?"

"Oh, I was in a tree reading when I saw you come in." He pointed through the window.

"Ah." He was about to say something when another knock sounded. "Come in."

Iruka opened the door and peeked around it. His eyes widened when he saw Kakashi. "If this is a bad time�?" He asked, but Yamato shook his head.

"No, Sempai was just leaving." Yamato sent a pointed glance at his teammate. "Thanks for stopping by." You're not staying to watch this.

"Right. No problem. I'll, um, see you later." Kakashi said and poofed into thin air.

Iruka chuckled, shaking his head. Then he turned to Yamato and they both stared at each other. "Are you okay?" The younger man asked.

Yamato blinked. He'd been thinking about that hair again, about the kisses they'd had before he left. "Hm? OH. I'll be fine. I'm stuck here for a day or two. Bruised ribs," he said at the puzzled look. "But nothing I won't get over. I got knocked back by a lightning bolt." He shook his head at himself. "I'm more annoyed that I managed to get hit in the first place."

"I can understand that." Iruka smiled. "Well, I'm glad you're okay. If you need anything, I'd be happy to get it for you."

Yamato hesitated. "Actually, I need something to do. Could you� if I gave you my key would you get me a book or something?"

Iruka's eyes widened and he blushed. "Oh, um, sure."

"If you have time. I mean, I don't want to impose or anything. I'm sure you have other things to do." Yamato said, quickly.

"No, no! I don't mind." He blushed, then sighed and rolled his eyes. "I was remembering the last time I was at your place."

"Oh. Right." He swallowed and try as he might, he couldn't stop himself from thinking about it. Oh god, Iruka, you taste good. His cheeks burned.

"So, um, what did you want?" Iruka asked into silence, drawing his attention back to them.

"Oh." He blushed even brighter at getting caught daydreaming. "Um, Icha Icha Adventures?"

"Is that all? Do you�" he gulped, "need clean clothes or� anything?"

Yamato sighed. Normally, family would do this kind of thing for him, but he didn't have any. He had the image of Iruka digging through his underwear drawer and nearly died of embarrassment. "Actually, I'm um, okay there. Just the book, if you don't mind."

"Sure. Okay." He nodded, looking a little relieved and Yamato had the feeling that Iruka hadn't wanted to go through his clothes any more than he wanted him to. "In fact, I have a copy and my apartment is closer. Why don't I go get that now?"

"Oh, okay, if you're sure. Like I said�" Yamato started, but Iruka interrupted him.

"Really, I don't mind. And�" he sighed, closing his eyes briefly. "I know you don't have any family. If you need something else, I'll help. I� I know the feeling."

Yamato frowned. "I actually forgot about that. I'm sorry. It's okay, really. I had my pack with me, so I'll be okay on clothes. The book is the biggest thing. Doing nothing will make me insane, especially since I can't have my whittling knife in here."

"Whittling?" Iruka asked.

"Yeah." Yamato released a small piece of wood and held it up. "I like to carve stuff. But they kind of frown on weaponry of any kind in the hospital."

Iruka chuckled. "I guess I can understand why. I'd love to see the stuff you make sometime."

Yamato looked up at the younger man and was caught again by how attracted he was to him. His face really lit up when he laughed. He let his eyes moved down over his body. Even in his uniform, he was damned good looking. Yamato shook his head at himself. He was stuck in the hospital for at least a couple of days and couldn't do anything if he got himself worked up. He forcibly shifted his thoughts. "I'll be happy to show it to you."

They fell into an awkward silence for a moment. "Anyway, if there isn't anything else, I'll go get that book for you." Iruka said.

"Thanks, I'd really appreciate it." Yamato smiled.

"No problem. I'll only be a few minutes," Iruka said. He hesitated, then laid his hand over Yamato's and squeezed it once before leaving.

Yamato watched him go and when the door was closed, he lifted his hand and squeezed it. One little touch� Yamato sighed. This was going to be the longest two days of his life.

He was true to his word and only a few minutes later, he was back. He'd brought the requested book, a couple of magazines and a newspaper. Yamato had thanked him profusely. When he took the bag, it seemed a little heavy but Iruka wouldn't let him look in it until he'd left, with a promise to visit again as soon as he could.

So as soon as he was out of the room, he dumped the contents onto the bed and there, between the newspaper and magazine, was a whittling knife. Yamato thought he might have been a little in love right then.

Even so, he set everything else aside and picked up the book. It was no coincidence that he'd chosen that one. It was the very Icha Icha novel that he'd almost started to read the morning after he and Iruka had been together. He tried to ignore the reasons for reading it. He knew Jiraiya's penchant for description and, though he wouldn't admit it, he was hoping for a clue on what the hell to do with the man if they ended up in bed.

He shook his head at himself, hid the knife under his pillow, stacked the magazines and newspaper on his table and opened the book.

Iruka thought Friday would never get there. Yamato had been released on Wednesday but Iruka was stuck on the mission desk Thursday, so they couldn't go out until Friday. It was probably best, anyway, so he didn't have to worry about getting up early the next day. But he was damned anxious, even so.

He couldn't remember the last time he'd looked forward to a date this much. He had gone back and visited him in the hospital both evenings Yamato was in. They'd played cards and talked quite a bit, and their initial awkwardness with each other had faded a lot. So it's not like he was nervous or anything, really.

Bullshit. He was. He'd never in his life been on a date with a man before. Even recognizing that he was attracted to the man and possibly bisexual in general didn't change the fact that this was nerve wracking. He knew what he usually thought when he took a woman out. Most of the time, even though he'd never push, he wondered if they'd end up in bed.

So his mind was firmly on the possibility of whether or not they'd end up in bed. And that had led to questions about how the hell all that worked. He had vague ideas, having read references to it in Jiraiya's books. He was convinced the old Pervy Sage must have been bi himself. But even he hadn't been very descriptive, much to Iruka's disappointment when he went back and reread the books. Which he'd done right after that monumental night two weeks ago.

He knew some of what would obviously be involved. But even so, it was still somewhat of a mystery to him. So his mind was firmly on sex most of the week, much to his chagrin. He's finally broken down on his day off and spent some time hiding in the back shelves of the bookstore, reading a few choice books that he could find. He was just too embarrassed to actually buy them.

By the time Friday got there, he was a nervous wreck and seriously considering cancelling the date just because he was freaking out so much. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, not that he really wanted to, anyway. He also wasn't going to do that to Yamato. But he had to do something.

When the school bell rang, he was packed and on his way home within a couple of minutes. He had a few hours before Yamato was due, but he was determined to get rid of some of his tension before they went out. He didn't need to spend the entire damned night this insane.

He stopped at the store to pick up a few things and nearly died of embarrassment at the look the clerk gave him when he checked out. He might as well have had a sign around his neck that said, "I'm planning to have gay sex" when she glanced at the enema box and the bottle of lube. He'd closed his eyes and decided it was his own damned business. When he opened them and glared at her, she had the grace to blush.

Of course, finding himself sitting on the toilet, staring at the clear bottle with the long white nozzle brought the embarrassment back full-force. Dear god, was he really thinking about this? Yes, he was. He'd done enough research, yes, dear God, research in those books, to know that it was, if not necessary, definitely a good idea.

He took a deep breath and managed to take care of it without actually dying of embarrassment. The five minutes' waiting had felt like three hours, but after it was done, he realized that it was pretty much all in his head. He was the only one there to see it. Even Yamato didn't know what he'd done and wouldn't unless he said something. He sighed at himself while he was getting ready to get into the shower.

He was a grown man. He was attracted to another man. There wasn't a damned thing wrong with it and he knew it. There was no reason to be so nervous and worked up. With that thought in his head, he calmed down quite a bit. Of course, after that, his mind turned back to what just might happen after their date and the tension from that started to creep back in.

His mind went over some of the things he read and he'd spent a ridiculous amount of time thinking about what he'd want when it came to that. And thinking about that made him think about doing them with Yamato which reminded him of the last time they were together and in no time flat, he was hard and frustrated. He decided he needed to do something so he could actually maybe enjoy the date itself.

It wasn't the first time he'd masturbated in the shower before a date. And, since the incident two weeks ago, it wasn't the first time Yamato's face had popped into his head in the middle of it. He'd let his mind go back to that night, what he remembered of it, and his imagination filled in the rest.

He remembered what it felt like to have the other man's cock in his mouth and so as he started stroking himself, he brought the memory back. He imagined what it would have been like if they'd been working on each other at the same time and his hand moved a little faster. He thought about Yamato's mouth on him, sucking on him, swallowing his cock and before long he calling the man's name through his orgasm.

He felt a little better immediately. He scrubbed himself off and climbed out, then stood in front of the mirror, brushing his hair. He nearly pulled it up out of habit, then changed his mind, remembering the other man's reaction to it. The he wondered if he should leave it up for Yamato to take down, then he got annoyed with himself for worrying so much about it.

He was still ready way too early. He found himself pacing his apartment, checking the clock every couple of minutes and he stopped himself mid-stride. Dammit, this was ridiculous. He almost banged his head against the wall. It was just a damned date!

Except it wasn't, and he knew it. Well, it was, but it was a first for both of them, and that added a different element to it. His first date with a man, he had no idea how to handle it. There was that, and he figured Yamato was probably wondering the same thing he was - what would happen after it was over? Would they go to bed?

He was mid-lap in his living room, his mind going over and over everything he'd read and researched, nearly working himself into major tension when the knock came. He almost jumped out of his skin. He took several deep breaths and headed over to the door. He still wasn't very calm, so he gave in and banged his head once against the wall before opening the door.
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What Is	By : djserani Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto and I make no money from it!

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