Questionable Loyalty

A/N: I'm sorry if the totally random name change confused some people. Actually, I am not a fan of Tomb Raider at all, but I really love that name, so I liked the idea of using it. :) Satterb, the night we chatted I was so exhausted that I completely forgot about the switch, sorry. *hugs* Yuki: I would be honored if your draw fanart about this fic. Thank you. *hugs*

Regarding the fic: The Kanji combination for Naruto's name used in this chapter is one of the twe possible and means malestrom. The other possible combination (NOT used in the fic) is a type of fish dish. LOL



If anyone is wondering what a glass harp is, it's an instrument made of upright crystal wine glasses filled with water. :D



Now, onto the fic:





CHAPTER 52





Three days later, Kakashi finally had the password. It had taken so much effort to get his hands – or in this case, mind – on it, that when it actually happened, it was almost anticlimactic. The password turned out to be, much to Kakashi’s surprise, a very familiar word, too much of a cliché, even.



“Naruto”



He was using the Naruto’s name as the password guarding the files that held his medical information? At first, Kakashi almost laughed at the concept, but after a few minutes of thinking, he decided that it was actually a good idea. Who would think to try this to break into the filing room? It was too cliché, too obvious, too easy. It had never occurred to him, Kakashi, to try and use Naruto’s name.



Iruka had probably thought of all of that when he had chosen the name. The Chuunin, when he wanted to, could be sneaky and crafty and this just proved it. Kakashi felt a strange sort of pride when he thought of that, along with a rush of even stranger affection, considering the circumstances.



For the next several hours he watched Iruka sleep, his long chocolate-brown locks spread on the pillow around his head, soft and silken, not unlike Itachi’s had been. Or Nagato’s.



He ran his fingers through Iruka’s tresses, comparing the texture to that of his lover’s. The colour was completely different, but it still felt as good to touch hair so soft.



‘You shouldn’t have wormed your way into my heart like that.’ Kakashi thought. ‘I should’ve tried harder to avoid that.’



As if he could hear him, Iruka frowned in his sleep and curled closer to Kakashi, who gently caressed his cheek.



‘But it happened, didn’t it? I grew to like you, and then to love you, and there’s nothing I can do about this. If I were indifferent, or hated you, what I have to do tomorrow would’ve been so much easier. So much simpler.’ With that thought, he fell asleep.



Morning came, then noon, then the sun slowly began to descent towards the horizon. Kakashi stayed put all day long, lazily sitting on the grass at the meadow where he had brought his new team for training, pretending to read his book, all the while counting the minutes until he could get down to business.



Bumping into Gai on the street proved to be quite easy – he always knew where to find his eccentric friend, it was even easier to manipulate him into another of their little contests – a drinking game and called Iruka to tell him that he would be late that evening. The Chuunin sounded disappointed at the announcement that his lover was out drinking himself under the table with another guy, but he didn’t say anything other than a quiet “Have fun.”



What Iruka didn’t know was that Kakashi had won each and every one of his drinking contests with Gai, and he fully intended to do so tonight as well.



It wasn’t as easy as he had expected it would be – like with everything else that became part of their little rivalry, Gai had taken drinking very seriously and had apparently gotten better at it, because it took twice as much effort as usual to make him keel over under the table snoring like tractor machine.



Kakashi watched him for a little while, then drank the sobering medicine had pilfered from a medic’s office earlier and set out of Gai’s place.



It had been out of the question to attempt to break in the medical records room during the day, when the clinic was bustling with people and anyone could see him or walk in on him, but during night hours the only ones who remained was the small guard unit and the medical staff on duty – nothing that Kakashi couldn’t avoid. And besides, having another contest with Gai – one that would leave them both with muddled minds and hungover, was a great alibi.



Leaving the apartment, Kakashi headed towards the clinic, keeping mostly to the roofs, avoiding any well-lit places and steering clear of any guards who might see him and wonder where the Copy Nin was going in the middle of the night. Being as high-ranking as he was meant that he knew where they were situated – he had been one of the people who had worked out their schedule, after all.



He reached the clinic without a problem and quietly sneaked inside through a open window, then made his way up to the top floor. Once there, he worked a simple illusion around himself – pretending to look like a middle-aged nurse – plump and graying and tired. Anyone who saw him would think that he was part of the overworked hospital staff and would forget immediately about him afterwards.



The copy of the security seal-card worked like a charm on the large, thick steel door. In a moment, he was in a spacious, well-lit room, with filing cabinets lining the walls from the floor to the ceiling.



Kakashi wasn’t interested in those, though. What he searched for would be better hidden, and here came the tricky part – discovering the safe where Tsunade kept Naruto’s records and hoping that Iruka’s seal-card worked on that as well as the password he had dug out of his mind. If they didn’t, and triggered an alarm, he’d get into a huge amount of trouble.



After a long and careful search, he discovered a small gap between a pair of filing cabinets, where no other gaps existed. With a shrug, he inserted the seal-card and not surprisingly, part of the cabinets sank into the wall, revealing a secret compartment protected by a simple white plane with no visible handles or locks. This had to be where the password got into play. Taking a deep breath, he traced the glyphs of Naruto’s name on them - 鳴戸 – and hoped that this was the correct combination rather the same thing written in kana. When the door hissed and opened, he breathed a sigh of relief.



Inside, there were several thick folders full of medical reports and he quickly began to go through them. There was no way to actually take them with him, because their disappearance would be noticed immediately, and carrying around a digital copy of them posed too much of a risk in a village that was stepping up security after the latest reports about Akatsuki – apparently Itachi’s death had made people more nervous, rather than soothe them into complacency.



No, the safest place for this information was his own mind. With the aid of his Sharingan, he had no problem to store all the data in his subconscious, confident that when Nagato connected to him the next time he’d be able to extract all he needed to know without any problems.



When he was done Kakashi put everything back the way he had found it and closed the safe, then made his way out of the room and then the clinic.



By the time he returned to Gai’s apartment his friend was still sound asleep where he had left him. It took some effort but he dragged him to his bed and settled him there, then lied down on the sofa and tried to get some sleep.



In the morning he was woken up by Gai’s groans and moans as the man made his way through the corridor and into the bathroom to puke. After several minutes of graphic and distinctly unhappy barfing sounds, Kakashi heard the toilet flushing and then the shower began to run.



When Gai emerged from the bathroom he wore a towel around his hips and an expression which couldn’t be called exactly happy, but certainly wasn’t as miserable as he must’ve been be when he first woke up.

“Good morning.” Kakashi said in a suitably low voice.



Despite his effort, Gai winced.



“Good morning.”



“I made you coffee.” Kakashi pointed to the steaming cup on Gai’s pristine coffee table. The man took it gratefully, sat down and began to sip it.



“You, my eternal rival, have ridiculously high alcohol tolerance.”



Kakashi only smiled.



“Well, I have to be good at something, don’t I?”



Gai rolled his eyes and took another grateful sip.



“You spent the whole night here?”



“Of course. I wanted to be sure you wouldn’t barf in your sleep and choke to death – you have to admit, that would’ve been one very undignified way to die.”



His friend smirked at those words.



“I am sure neither of us wants that.”



“Certainly.” Kakashi smiled back. “Well, I have to go now. Iruka would probably be mad by now.”



“I am sure you can think of something to make it up to him.” Gai muttered. Kakashi raised a single visible eyebrow.



“Why, I didn’t know my baby kissed and told.”



“Oh, give me a break. He walks around with the hugest grin on his face. He doesn’t have to say anything and people, including myself, would know that whatever you’re doing, you’re doing it right.”



Kakashi grew strangely pensive at those words but said nothing. He took his flack jacket from the chair by the kitchen table and waved Gai goodbye before he left.



He had been right about Iruka being mad. It was Saturday and his lover was home. He didn’t exactly greet him with a vase thrown at his head, but his stony silence told Kakashi more than any yelling could have. He didn’t return the kiss he gave him, and when spoken to his answers were monosyllabic at best, when he wasn’t nodding and grunting.



After several hours of that attitude, Kakashi gave up.



“Okay, why are you so mad that I spent one night with a friend?” he asked bluntly.



Iruka gave him the evil eye but didn’t respond.



“Iruka…”



“You and I were supposed to go out last night.” He finally blurted out.



“We were?”



“YES!” Iruka’s glare intensified. “You don’t remember, do you?” He asked suspiciously. At Kakashi’s continued puzzlement the Chuunin clarified “The glass harp musician, Mr Nakamura.”



Kakashi remembered.



“Oh.”



“I told you how much I’d love to go when he came to Konoha, and you said we’d go together. I had even bought the tickets. And instead, you went out drinking with a buddy!”



The worst part was that he didn’t even sound angry any more, just disappointed.



“Kakashi, I am far from the thought of being clingy or stopping you from having personal life or spending time with your friends, but I don’t appreciated being lied to, or being stood up.”



Kakashi felt intensely uncomfortable. He had been so worried and anxious to finally get the information he’d been after that he had completely forgot about his promise to Iruka. How could he have been so very careless?



“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “I don’t know what happened. I just…” he looked down.



Iruka was quiet for a while, then sighed and reached to cover Kakashi’s hand with his.



“You are one very absent-minded guy, you know?”



Kakashi nodded without a word.



Iruka’s tanned fingers began to tug at his mask until they lowered it under his chin. The Chuunin pulled him closer and kissed him possessively.



“You’ll have to make it up to me.” He stated.



“Yes.”



Iruka took a step back and sat on the kitchen chair and leaned back.



“You can start now, you know.”



It wasn’t all that hard to figure out what kind of making up Iruka wanted.



Kakashi slid down to his knees between his lover’s spread thighs and leaned forward, rubbing his cheek against his clothed groin, feeling the heat seeping through the simple dark pants. The flesh under his cheek began to harden in after a few moments and he turned to mouth it. Iruka gasped and a hand came to rest in Kakashi’s hair, idly playing with soft silver locks. The Jounin’s teeth closed over his zipper and pulled down, opening Iruka’s fly. The younger man hummed in approval and hooked his thumbs under his pants, lifting himself off the chair for a moment to push them down to his knees, then sat back down, leaving his underwear in place.



Kakashi licked his navel playfully, then peppered slow, wet kisses down to the hemline of his boxer shorts, earning himself another pleased gasp. Iruka’s erection was clearing outlined by the tight material of his pale blue boxer-shorts, already hard, the tip pointing to his flat belly, gently curved to one side, a wet patch forming over the tip, making the soft, thin material almost translucent.



The Jounin looked up and met Iruka’s smouldering chocolate eyes and while holding his gaze he took one of his balls in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and suckling it through the cloth. The other let out a soft, needy keen and gripped the table behind him, biting his lips.



“Tease.” He accused hoarsely but smiled when he said it.



Kakashi let go for a moment to sink his teeth into Iruka’s hem and pulled the garment down, freeing his erection. He leaned on his haunches for a moment, contemplating where to start with. Once again meeting his lover’s gaze he bent forward and placed his tongue at the base of Iruka’s erection, licking a long, glistening path up to the wet tip, where he paused to suckle gently on the slit. Iruka moaned throating and flung his head back, his tanned fingers tightening in Kakashi’s hair, only to moan even louder when his lover swirled his tongue around the mushroom head and then following a throbbing vein back down to the base.



“What are you doin’ to me, baby?” Iruka asked, chest heaving with arousal as Kakashi began to lick him like a lollipop, up and down, up and down, wet, obscene sounds filling the room.



Iruka looked down and realized that Kakashi’s eye had closed, the long silver eye-lashes trembling like butterfly’s wings against flushed cheekbones, while the pink, agile, wet tongue played with his cock. The sight alone was enough to make him throb and jump against Kakashi’s lips.



“Look at me.” He said sharply, his voice so hoarse that it was almost unrecognizable. Kakashi’s eye immediately flew open and focused on his lover.



The hand in the silver hair tightened cruelly and the Chuunin pushed him down on his cock.



“Take me in your mouth.” He ordered.



The soft lips, already moist and swollen, opened obediently and he watched as his engorged, almost-purple in colour, length slid between them and spread them even wider. He kept pushing until he felt the throbbing tip hit the back of his throat, paused, and pushed further down, forcing his lover to relax his muscles and take him in. Once satisfied that he was deep enough Iruka paused again and looked down in Kakashi’s eye, noticing that his lover wasn’t even trying to breathe around the invading organ. Iruka’s eyes slid further down and noticed that his lover was hard, his pants so tented that it must’ve been painful.



“You like this.” He stated breathlessly. “You love every second of it.”



Kakashi’s eye began to water.



He pulled back slowly and felt his lover take a hurried, desperate gulp of air before plunging back in, pausing for a second and withdrawing, his grip on Kakashi’s hair keeping his lover in place. He established a steady, slow rhythm, wanting to draw this out as much as possible – to feel the wetness and heat of Kakashi’s mouth as long as he could, to watch his passive, needy submission while being treated like this. He had never gone this far with a lover before, he had never allowed himself to, but with Kakashi he came to believe that he could, that the older man could take it and come back to beg for more. The thought enough was intoxicating.



Spurred both by reality and fantasy, his thrusts became faster if shallower and now Kakashi had enough air to moan helplessly – soft, needy whimpers and mewls, reverberating through Iruka’s cock.



With a final guttural moan he thrust in as deep as he could and shot his seed in Kakashi’s abused throat, shuddering and collapsing back onto the chair, finally releasing his lover’s hair.



They spent several moments panting. When Iruka opened his eyes, he noticed that Kakashi was still on his knees before him, reaching to rub his mouth with the back of his hand. The gesture was almost as obscene as what they had just done and he felt his cock twitching at the sight, but he was too spent to be up for a second round so soon. Besides, he had done this to prove a point.



Kakashi looked up again and met Iruka’s eye, looking at him patiently, apparently expecting him to return the favour. The Chuunin smiled sweetly back at him.



“That was amazing.” He got up from the chair and began to fix his clothes. “One of these days you have to tell me where you learned to do this.”



“Iruka…”



“Now, you know where the shower is. I am sure there’s plenty of cold water there.”



Kakashi’s single uncovered eye darkened at those words and the Chuunin got the distinct feeling that he was going too far. Still, he had been so mad at him for dropping him without any previous notice the way he had that he couldn’t care less at the moment. Still, it would be good not to antagonize him completely.



“Afterwards, if you like, we can go out together.”



Kakashi paused and looked at him, then slowly nodded and headed for the bathroom.