Complicated things

A month goes by with no problems. Not to many thoughts. A few meet ups with Ibiki, to check on his arm. But the moment his arm is healed, that stops. Kakashi teaches his pupils. He trains with fellow Shinobi. He wins a few games and dares from Gai and he is send on another mission. Two months this time.  He manages to come back in one piece, with no injuries and as he reports to the Hokage, he proudly tells her that. About the non injuries. Not about the other things. 

The Hokage narrows her eyes at his words. He eyes him carefully, from head to toe and back. “No injuries?” she asks. She rises from her chair. 

Kakashi shrugs. “None. I am completely fine. Barely broke a sweat. No bruises, nothing.” He places his hands in his pockets and smiles underneath his mask. 

“Well, it is not my problem. You are paired with Ibiki and Iruka. They’ll handle you.” She smiles and gestures at the door. “You can leave. Rest. You do need some rest, right?” 

Kakashi nods, waves goodbye and moves out of her office. He goes straight home, with a light beat in his step and a smile present on his face. As he reaches his front door, two hands stop him. One on each of his arms. He stares left and right. It’s evening, the moon is coming for a stroll and his front door is guarded by Ibiki and Iruka. 

He swallows thickly and takes a step back. 

“Glad to have you back,” Iruka says. He smiles. 

“Now, get in and strip, so we can fix your injuries,” Ibiki adds. 

Kakashi chuckles. “I am not injured,” he says. He shrugs their hands off of his arms and manages to open his door. “Nothing, not even a bruise.” He turns to meet them again. 

Ibiki shoves him to the side in a gentle but firm manner. “I’ll be the judge of that.” He gestures at Iruka to follow him. 

Kakashi watches them walk inside, both carrying a bag. “What is that for?” he asks. 

“It’s your first night back. We are not allowed to let you on your own. Nightmares and stuff.” Iruka shrugs. 

Kakashi closes his front door, with wide open eyes, a loud thumping heart and fear creeping in his limbs. “Right, well, I am going to take a shower,” he says. He needs some time to think. Time alone. On his own. With nobody else present. Because, this is so close, so damn close to his fantasy. About living together, with them. About a home, safe, about, dare he think it in the safety of his mind, of love?

He walks towards his bathroom in a daze, turns on the light and strips himself routinely of his clothing. Safe for his mask. As he reaches for the knob, he notices the presence of Ibiki. In his bathroom. Behind him. 

“Good thinking, that way I can check for injuries immediately,” Ibiki says. He nods and advances towards Kakashi.

Kakashi stands frozen. He is naked. Naked. In front of, dare he think it?, his crush. One of his crushes. Who currently kneels down, touches his legs and feet and knees. Moving his hands up and over his body. Towards his ass, his back and higher. And around his arms, elbows, to his hands. And then back again, even checking his arm pit. 

Kakashi stifles a giggle, because his arm pits are sensitive.

Ibiki doesn’t notice it. Or he doesn’t care. Either way, he continues his check. Upwards, towards Kakashi’s neck. 

Kakashi closes his eyes and bites down on his trembling lip. His whole body is sensitive. So sensitive. Ibiki’s fingers touches his ears, his hair and they even linger over his nose. His masked nose, but still.

“You were telling the truth,” Ibiki says. 

“I did,” Kakashi manages to say. He keeps his eyes closed. “Can I take a shower now? Or do you want to watch that as well?” He should not have asked that. Really. Now he wonders what would happen if Ibiki said yes. 

“I’ll do you one better. Step in and I’ll clean you up,” Ibiki says. 

Kakashi opens his eyes wide. Shocked. 

“I will lather you up, spray you down and get you completely clean.” Ibiki smirks. “Get into every hidden spot.” 

Kakashi turns to his shower, without as much as uttering a word. He turns the water on and manages to grab a washcloth. “I’m fine on my own, thanks.” If he just doesn’t look, Ibiki probably will leave him alone. He hopes. If the man doesn’t, they will probably end up wet. And embarrassed. At least, he will be. He already is. 

Ibiki laughs, pats him on his back, just above his ass, his ass!, and walks away.