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All For the Sake of Pleasure	By : Kanemoshi Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 8217 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Six

Iruka looked down at his hands, taking several deep breaths, but he couldn't stop his fingers from shaking. He wasn't entirely sure what was causing his stomach to tie up in knots – the baby or his anxiety. Either way, he was getting close to throwing up his dinner, which was a pity, since Sasuke had painstakingly made him a delicious meal of all kinds of foods that the anal jounin said would be good for the baby.

The thought of the abrupt change in the Uchiha was enough to make Iruka smile momentarily, forgetting his nervousness. Sasuke had, astonishingly, taken the news extremely well, unlike his boyfriend who, once he regained his ability to speak, saw reason to screech for several hours at Tsunade, only to turn his ranting on Iruka once he caught his breath. The raven-haired young man had simply congratulated him softly, before going to the kitchen to surprise everyone with the fact that he was a culinary master when he wanted to be.

Iruka's mouth watered at the memory of the first meal, in a long time, where he stuffed himself silly. He didn't mind this command on Tsunade's part to spoil him. Pampering – if it meant eating Sasuke's food – sounded like heaven.

The teacher was torn out of his daydreaming of lounging, being fed culinary masterpieces created by the quiet man, when he heard the click of a lock. His pulse increased dramatically when he sensed a presence entering the silent apartment. His heart seemed to pound loud enough for the person to hear from the other side of the house, but Iruka knew that wasn't necessary to warn the man he wasn't alone. Almost as soon as Iruka heard the door start to close, he could feel a change in the his movements – he was on guard, as was to be expected from a jounin.

Iruka smiled slightly as he felt the jounin close the distance between them, silently moving through the apartment. Sighing as he started to stand up from the bed, Iruka swallowed heavily and steeled himself for the meeting he had been dreading all day.

Kakashi blinked several times as he turned the corner in order to look into his room. Rooted to the floor in surprise, the tight grip on the kunai in his hand loosened when he recognized his intruder. A part of him wanted to demand to know why the beautiful woman now walking towards him had broken into his home, but every other part of him screamed to sweep her into his arms and ravish her.

Two damn months of searching for her, and she finally shows up in his apartment like she hadn't disappeared from his life as abruptly as she'd entered it, turning everything upside down! He didn't even know her name. All he had to go on was a description of her and memories of the best night of his life.

"You…" He finally was able to form a word as he lowered his hands to his sides, his blade clattering to the floor uselessly as he took a step towards her. She flushed, obviously pleased he even remembered her. But how could he forget her when she was everything he had ever been looking for in a lover?

"Hatake-san, it has been some time," she started out, bowing her head shyly as she spoke. Kakashi didn't bother asking how she knew his name – he was a unique enough person that she could have asked anyone the identity of a silver-haired, tall man with bi-colored eyes, and they would have been able to tell her without hesitating. Instead, he moved closer to her, finally noticing that she wasn't in another sexy dress that sent his libido spinning. No, now she was in the uniform of a shinobi, but he had never before seen the black outfit and jacket look as good as it did on her. The top strained against her generous chest and the pants showed off her long legs and perfect curves. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail that swept down to her behind, a few wisps falling down and framing her beautiful face.

Shinobi – it was the one group of people he hadn't searched for her, unable to believe someone as perfect as that could have escaped his eye for so long. Smirking under his mask, Kakashi wished he had the sense to look among the shinobi community. It made sense now that he thought about it – he had never met someone who could equal him in stamina unless they were a high-ranking shinobi.

"Where have you been?" Kakashi asked as he finally came to stand before her. Close enough to touch her, he brought a hand up to brush his fingers against her tanned cheek. She wasn't an illusion, but flesh and blood – her warmth radiated off every inch of her just as he remembered.

"Hiding," she easily replied, blushing slightly. "I-I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye. I'm not used to… nights like that."

Kakashi would have said he had never had such a memorable night before, but he knew that wasn't what she was talking about. Apparently his reputation for using and discarding his lovers at a frightening pace had preceded him. He eventually nodded his head in understanding; she regretted going home with a complete stranger. He could only wonder why she had done so in the first place.

"Why are you here?" Kakashi had to ask as he took his hand away from her cheek. There was something in her hazel eyes that told him he wasn't going to like her reason for coming back after all this time.

"I wanted to tell you…" she started out, but trailed off as she turned away, her hands moving to press against her abdomen. "I'm pregnant. The baby is yours." At those words, she glanced back at him for a response, but Kakashi had learned to control his emotions a long time ago.

Though a myriad of sensations were racing through him, Kakashi only let one show through his icy exterior – annoyance. "How are you sure it's mine?" he asked, forcing himself to sound cold, as he stamped out the brief flicker of hope that threatened to affect him.

He had lived the past sixteen years of his life with the painful reminder of a mission gone wrong. Though the mission hadn't failed – and though he survived his injuries – the scars remained. They weren't ones that marked his skin; they scarred him far deeper than that and on more levels than purely physical. What had hurt most was the echo of an unfeeling medic as she told him the chances of him ever fathering children were astronomical. She had said the word 'impossible,' but Kakashi had foolishly refused to believe that the Hatake line would die with him for a number of years after that day.

It had been that diagnosis that had started his ridiculous and fruitless binge of bed partners, in the hopes of one day proving the doctors wrong, but that day never came. He had finally given in to his childless future only a short while before taking his first genin team, which had given him six years to grow accustomed to the idea that he would be the last of the Hatake clan. To have the brunette before him, telling him that their one night of passion resulted in her current condition – it was like a cold slap to the face.

"I know it," she replied, bowing her head and, for a moment, Kakashi had to fight the urge to apologize for his tone. That medic's words, however, repeated in his head and the jounin hardened himself for his next words.

"It isn't mine," Kakashi said with just as much certainty as she had declared it to be his. He wasn't about to tell the brunette that he was sterile – though she was an amazing lover, he didn't trust anyone with such a personal piece of information – but he could refuse to accept that the child was his.

"It is." Her words, barely a whisper, were ones that gave the jounin pause and, for the briefest of moments, he felt something tighten in his chest. What he wouldn't give to have the beautiful kunoichi's confidence, but his faith in miracles was dashed years ago. As she looked at him, Kakashi was forced to glance away before he melted under her watery gaze.

"I don't care," Kakashi lied flawlessly, his tone the perfect mixture of coldness and disdain, as he folded his arms across his chest, hiding the betraying shaking of his hands. Saying those few words and seeing her face crumple was, by far, one of the most difficult things he had ever done. Feeling a twinge of pain, he couldn't hold back the urge to hurt someone else just as much as he had been, the day he admitted to himself that he would never father a child. As he spoke, closing his eyes to hide any emotion that might betray him, the jounin was sure that his statement was one of the many things he would regret for a long time. "Get rid of it, if you're so sure it's mine."

By the time Kakashi opened his eyes again, he already knew he was the only person in his apartment. The only thing that proved that the brunette had been standing before him mere moments before was the lingering, unfamiliar, but addictive scent and the echo of a stifled gasp. That evidence, too, dissipated, leaving the jounin completely alone and, for the first time in a long time, Kakashi realized he wasn't simply alone, but lonely.

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Iruka was unsure where he was headed, blinded by tears and emotions that threatened to rip him apart. All he knew was that he was flitting across the village at unthinkable speeds. A part of him almost laughed at the realization that it took this – hopelessly trying to flee everything that could ever hurt him – for him to run fast enough that, by the time his legs finally gave out, he had reached the outskirts of the village.

Landing on his knees, he bowed forwards, his fingers digging into the dirt beneath him. Hot tears stung his eyes, but with a few shaky breaths, he was able to keep them from falling. After a few more minutes of breathing deeply, he was finally able to sit back on his heels and look around at his location.

No longer overcome with emotion, his vision cleared enough for him to recognize the area. He was surprisingly close to Sasuke and Naruto's home. Realizing that, his feet moved on their own accord as he followed the familiar pathway to his brother's apartment. As he walked, Iruka found that he was able to recall what the unfeeling jounin had told him without breaking out into fresh tears. No, he was now blissfully numb to the emotions that would have otherwise destroyed him.

Get rid of it… He repeated those painful words to himself, biting his lip as he put his hands to his still-flat stomach. He would not 'get rid of' his child. Though still so impossibly small, the little nausea-inducing parasite meant everything to him. Iruka smiled at that description of his child, his unique sense of humor liking the ring of it. As he thought about it, though, he realized he was walking – no, running – towards the unknown.

Men didn't have sex with a relative stranger as they pretended to be a woman, they didn't get pregnant, they didn't have their emotionless lover tell them to have an abortion – the list went on and on. Iruka knew nothing about pregnancy, but he knew everything about children. Looking down at his stomach, he felt a smile tug at his lips. The upcoming months would be a challenge, but the knowledge that they would end in a beautiful baby, was enough to give him the strength to handle whatever might come his way.

He would do anything to make sure his child was happy and healthy, but there was one other thing he wanted. Though he felt slightly selfish with the one hope he felt rise up in him, Iruka couldn't help but pray that his child was nothing like the man who could have so easily, and so coldly, brushed off any responsibility.

He didn't care about his child's gender as much as he did about the baby's features. He hoped that the baby didn't have his or her other father's hair, his eyes, his pale complexion, his horrible lack of a human personality – Iruka didn't want his child to show any part of the man.

Iruka made a decision as he reached his brother's front door, smiling as the door opened before him. Having a sixth sense, Sasuke was already there to usher him in and look at him questioningly. The Uchiha didn't ask him anything – Sasuke didn't pry into others' lives, but the curiosity and concern still remained there.

Iruka could only grin as he locked away any pain he had felt from being rejected by Kakashi. It didn't matter anyways if the jounin wanted no part in raising Iruka's beloved parasite. Let people think what they like, but he would be the best mother and father he could be to his child. He had to be, since his baby had no other parent.
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