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Memories
By : djserani
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Izumo grinned down at Iruka, curled into him on his bed. "I'm telling you, this is all your fault. You created it."

Iruka laughed. "Yes, you've said that. And I'll take some credit for it. But you were already something of a lover before me."

The older man snorted. "How do you figure? I picked women up in the bar and took them home for a few hours."

The teacher just raised an eyebrow.

"How do you do that?"

"What?"

"That teacher face."

Iruka laughed. "You're not going to distract me so easily. It comes with years of practice. But not everyone would worry about what their date liked or go out of their way to find something to bring them. So, no, you can't pin it all on me."

Izumo rolled his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed Iruka again, slowly this time. Their initial need had burned itself out pretty quickly, which is how the conversation got started in the first place. He loved how this man responded to him, loved the sounds he pulled from something as simple as a kiss. When they pulled back his lover moaned quietly. "God, you're going to kill me. I need a little recovery time."

"It was just a kiss." Izumo affected an innocent look.

"Ha. As if. None of your kisses are 'just' anything."

"I can't help it you're so kissable. Those damned lips just demand it. And if they're not enough, those eyes practically beg for it. It's not fair that someone should have such beautiful eyes, such a kissable mouth and such incredible hair." He nibbled his way along Iruka's jaw to bury his face in that very hair.

Iruka swallowed hard. He wondered if Izumo knew just how much was behind those words. Or what they did to him. Iruka closed his eyes, fighting his own emotions. He was damned close to falling in love with this man and he couldn't - could not do that. No no no. That would be disastrous. Because Izumo was, in the end, still in love with his best friend, even if he didn't realize it or want to admit it.

Could it be there? Could they love each other? But what about Kotetsu? What about his best friend?

Iruka realized he wanted it. Wanted to hear those words so badly. Wanted them from this man. How did that happen? How could he let himself get here? How did he let himself love him anyway?

He still wanted Kakashi, didn't he? He sighed mentally. Yes, he did. That hasn't gone anywhere. So where did that leave them?

Izumo felt the mental shift, knew Iruka's mind wasn't quite there and he sighed. He pulled back and tried not to let it bother him. Kakashi! Kakashi! Kakashi! If the damned man wasn't an elite shinobi he'd be tempted to go pick a fight with him, just to let out some of this frustration. But he'd do nothing but end up in the hospital for his trouble. And he'd still have his frustration and a pile of broken bones to go with it.

Why did it hurt so much for Iruka to think of the other man? But he knew the answer to that, even if he didn't like it. Even if he didn't want to admit it. Two days. Does something like that happen in two days?

Why not? Yeah, apparently it can. And did. Shit.

Iruka watched the facial expressions cross Izumo's face, and suppressed a sigh. Something was wrong, something that Izumo might not understand himself and though Iruka was, by far, not the most level-headed and intelligent when it came to relationships, he was, at least, a little more grounded than his lover was. "Zumo?"

"Hmm?"

"What's wrong?"

Izumo's eyes refocused. "Nothing, Ruka. I'm... I'm sorry." He sighed.

Iruka frowned, frustration wanting to leak through. He suspected Izumo recognized Iruka's own reticence and that's what caused his expressions. But how much was he willing to do? Did he want to risk the hurt when, not if, but when Izumo figured things out with Kotetsu? Should he take a chance and maybe have something with this man or absolutely never have anything with him? Because what if Kotetsu didn't want to leave Kakahsi?

He sighed. He and Izumo could go on skirting it. They could try avoiding their own feelings for each other, but in the end it would only drive them apart. And then, if Kotetsu and Kakashi stay with each other, he and Izumo would have nothing. He swallowed hard, coming to a decision. "Zumo... make... love to me."

The older man couldn't have missed the wording, couldn't have missed the intention. He stared at Iruka for a moment, taking a shaky breath at the look in his eyes. He reached up and brushed a bit of hair out of his lover's face, then leaned in and laid his lips over the younger man's. He kissed slowly, letting his emotions guide it, letting the feelings he knew where there for him out. He rolled them, then, until he was over him, and he eased into his lover once again.

There, there it was, the look in those beautiful chocolate eyes, the emotion behind that kiss. For him? God, he hoped so. He may be messed up, he may still be unsure about Tetsu, but he realized he loved this man and he wanted him to know it. He could learn how to let go of Tetsu if this was real.

He hoped, after it was all said and done, that Iruka could love him back. The request, the look in his eyes, the emotion he could taste in his kiss certainly made it seem like that was the case, but he could, in the end, be reading it wrong. He wouldn't know, though, if he didn't take a chance.

He pulled back from the kiss and slid his hand up until it clasped Iruka's. He swallowed hard and met the other man's gaze. "Iruka..." he paused and took a deep breath. "I... I love you." He looked down, letting his hair fall over his face, unable to meet the other man's eyes after all.

Well, he got it. And the words, those three simple damned words went through him. "I love you, too." Izumo's head came up and Iruka took his free hand to brush the hair out of his lover's eyes. He pulled his head down for another kiss and Izumo started moving.

It shouldn't have felt different physically, but there was a new element to it now, a new feeling to it that wasn't there before, or, at least, wasn't recognized before. And so it did feel different. Everything seemed amplified somehow, closer to the surface, sharper.

They moved together, worked to give each other that pleasure to show with their bodies what they couldn't say with simple words, what even those three words weren't enough to convey. Izumo had learned that this is what his lover liked best, this position, the ability to see, kiss, touch while they made love. And so as he gave, he kissed, he touched and he saw. He saw the emotion in those beautiful eyes, emotion for him.

And when he saw that gorgeous face twist as his climax took over, he let go, too, his lover's name a shout, those simple words once more coming out.

"I wish I didn't have to go, either," Iruka said, bending to kiss him again. They were leaning against the wall by the front door. It was ridiculously late for a work night, but it had taken a supreme effort on both their parts just to get that far.

They were working to break the kiss when Izumo felt the chakra approach. He pulled back and sighed. "Tetsu's home. " He didn't stand up, though, didn't take his arms away, even though Iruka tried. When the door opened, he just glanced over his shoulder, "'bout time," he said, with a grin.

Kotetsu blushed. "Like you have room to talk," he said, nodding toward Iruka.

The teacher was blushing, too. "Yeah, uh, I really do need to get going. Tomorrow is going to be miserable."

Izumo brushed the backs of his fingers across the blushing cheeks. "I am sorry for that." He pushed Iruka's hair back.

"Let me cook for you tomorrow night. I have grading to do, but if nothing else, we can have dinner." The younger man said, finally straightening away from the wall.

Izumo nodded. "Okay." He glanced over his shoulder to see Tetsu sitting on the couch. Since his friend didn't seem to want to move, he turned back and just kissed his lover anyway. "I love you."

Iruka grinned. "I love you, too. Tomorrow. Um, be there at six and this time, don't worry about bringing me anything, really."

Izumo laughed. "Okay. Six."

Iruka waved at Kotetsu. "Bye."

"Later, Iruka-san," Tetsu said, waving.

Izumo watched him until he was around the corner, then turned back to his friend. "Did you want something?"

"You love him?"

Izumo blushed. "Yeah, I do."

"Isn't that� fast?"

He shrugged. "How the hell would I know? I've never loved anyone like this before." He sat on the couch and shoved Tetsu's feet off of the coffee table, earning a chuckle. "Why?"

Kotetsu looked up at him. "I think I might love Kakashi."

Izumo swallowed around the stab that caused, but pushed it away. Hadn't he just told his own lover the same thing? "Did you tell him?"

"Not in so many words. But� I don't know." He sighed and let his head flop back onto the back of the couch. "Something happened tonight that was� different from how we usually are."

Izumo nodded. "Yeah, I think I know what you mean." He paused and considered his friend. "You didn't say anything to him about it? Did he say it to you?"

Kotetsu shook his head. "No. Again, not exactly. I did admit that I was worried about him."

Izumo's eyes widened. "Wow. From you, that's practically a declaration of love." He raised an eyebrow and put a hand up to Izumo's forehead. It was slapped away.

"I'm not sick," he grumbled. "He called me crazy."

His friend raised his visible eyebrow. "Crazy?"

"And outrageous. And sexy as hell." He frowned. "Told me I disrupted his nice calm life. Then he told me he loved it." He shook his head. "How the hell was I supposed to take that?"

Izumo grinned. Despite the jealousy, he couldn't help but be a little happy for his friend. "Sounds like everything just shy of a love confession."

"How is it so easy for you and Iruka?"

Izumo's smile faded. "It wasn't." He stared at a spot on the couch for a moment. "That wasn't the first time we said it tonight. It gets easier after the first one, though."

"What's wrong?" Kotetsu asked, quietly.

Izumo looked up, clearing his throat. "Nothing."

"Bullshit. All our lives, we've never lied to each other, don't start now."

Izumo winced, then sighed, not knowing how much to say. He stared at his friend a moment, swallowing hard. "I think he loves Kakashi, too."

Kotetsu blinked. "The teacher has a thing for Kakashi?"

"Well, he did, at least. I� don't know if he still does. We� well, when we first started talking it was about� well, we� fuck." He closed his eyes. He couldn't say it, couldn't ruin his friend's happiness. "When we first started talking, I told him I was worried about our friendship. You know� all this time we've been dating, neither of us was serious with anyone."

Kotetsu nodded. "Yeah. I think maybe we were looking at the wrong gender."

Izumo chuckled. "I think you're right about that. Anyway, so, I was worried that with all of this� you know I couldn't figure out how I didn't know you were gay, or, at least, bi. And we started talking about it, Ruka and I. And� while we talked, I figured out that he had� has� had a thing for Kakashi. Told me that the man had told him, pretty emphatically, that he didn't feel the same way."

Kotetsu stared at his friend. There was more here, he knew it. It hurt that Izumo didn't think he could tell him, but he also knew he couldn't force the issue without knowing what it was about. He sighed, then cleared his throat. "He was wrong."

"What?" Izumo blinked.

"Iruka was wrong. Kakashi has - had a thing for him, too. I think he still does, though he won't admit it."

"Well, shit."

"Yeah, look, I know he's cute, but damn, he's not all that." Kotetsu shook his head.

Izumo couldn't help but chuckle. "Careful, Tetsu, your jealousy is showing."

"I'm not jeal� oh hell, I am." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "That's new, too." He sighed. "What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?"

Izumo sighed. "I don't know."

"How does this happen? We both find people we're finally happy with and it turns out they love each other? Or, at least, like each other?" Kotetsu nearly whined it.

"I don't know that, either." He yawned. "I do know that if we don't get to bed, though, we're going to fall asleep at the desk and we have work at the Hokage offices tomorrow."

"Shit." Kotetsu sighed again and stood up. "But you're right. We'll just have to figure this out another day. Hey, um, if he doesn't get sent out tomorrow, he's coming here for dinner."

"Okay. Good thing I'm going to Ruka's, then, I guess." Izumo said on his way into the bedroom.

"Yeah, uh�is it going to bother you if he stays�um, a while?"

Izumo stared at his friend. Hell yes, it would, but what could he say? "Iruka stayed, didn't he?"

"Well, yeah." Tetsu shrugged one shoulder. "Okay, well. Um, night then."

"Night." Izumo watched his friend go into his room. He stood there, half turned like he wanted to say or do something and Izumo had the worst urge to kiss him. Annoyed with himself for the thought, hurried into his own room and flopped down onto the bed.

And buried his face right in his lover's scent. He took a deep breath of it and, despite the arousal that worked through his body and his rapidly hardening cock, he felt better. Even if Iruka still was interested in Kakashi, he'd told him that he loved him. Even if Kakashi didn't hate the teacher, that didn't mean that they were suddenly going to declare love to each other and leave him and Kotetsu with broken hearts.

Broken hearts? Geez, he was a mess if he was thinking like that. He shook his head at himself, tugged the sheet up and forced himself to settle in to sleep. Tomorrow really was going to suck.

"So, Hagane, you start dating Kakashi and suddenly you're on his timetable?" Genma asked as they hurried through the door.

"Fuck you, Shuranui," he replied, sucking down his coffee.

"You wish. Raido's much hotter than you are," Genma said, laughing. He turned to Izumo, "what about you? Late by proxy?"

Izumo rolled his eyes. "No, I was too busy trying to wake him up," he said, pointing a thumb at Kotetsu.

"That's such bullshit. I was up before you," Kotetsu groused.

"You were not. I was pounding on your door." Izumo glared at him.

"Yeah, but I was already in the bathroom. Besides, you took too long in the bathroom anyway. That's really why we're late."

"Oh, that's the bullshit, there. I don't take three hours to make my hair resemble a porcupine." Izumo drank more of his coffee.

"Now, now, dear, no reason to let your jealousy over my hair show." Kotetsu laughed.

"Fuck you," Izumo grumbled, settling in at the desk.

Genma laughed. "God, you two are like an old married couple." He shook his head. "I'm getting more coffee." He grabbed his cup and headed down the hall.

Izumo and Kotetsu stared at each other a moment, then shook their heads. Married, yeah, right. Like that was going to happen. Tetsu was in love with Kakashi and Izumo couldn't forget that. But that certainly made him wonder. Did men even get married in Konoha? And it reminded him that the first person he thought of wasn't Iruka. It was Tetsu.

The day dragged, slower than the one before it, helped by the fact that Izumo was so damned tired. It seemed a little extreme, just for one late night, but he shrugged it off. Except that four cups of coffee and even exercise didn't wake him up. He ended up sleeping through lunch, only to be punched awake by Genma. He took it out on Tetsu, punching him awake as well who spent the next half hour complaining that he had no one to take it out on.

By the end of the day, he was seriously considering cancelling his date with Iruka. But the truth was, even if he ended up falling asleep in Iruka's dinner, he couldn't do it, and really didn't want to. So, he hurried home to change, determined not to be late this time.

When he got to the other man's apartment, though, he must have hit his second or third - or fourth - wind, though, because he was awake again. He grinned when the teacher opened the door. He'd changed out of his uniform, but was just wearing a loose pair of drawstring pants and comfortable long-sleeved shirt. Izumo, himself, hadn't had the energy to do much except get rid of his actual uniform and put on other casual clothes.

"Hi." He grinned when he saw the hair was down and there was a hair tie around the other man's wrist. He'd obviously taken it down for him. He pulled Iruka up against him and proceeded to do his best to kiss his lover silly.

When the broke apart, Iruka was a little stunned. "Hi. What did I do to deserve that?"

"Look sexy." Izumo said, sidestepping Iruka and turning to close the door for him. "You okay?'

Iruka shook his head and muttered something about scrambled brains. "I need to get back to dinner� just make yourself comfortable."

The images that spawned in his mind nearly made Izumo want to forget all about dinner. He forced them to the back of his mind, then kicked his sandals off and made his way into the main room. Iruka, apparently, had a single large room, separate kitchen and separate bathroom and that was about it. The bed drew Izumo's gaze. It wasn't huge, but they could make it work.

When he realized what he was thinking, he shook his head at himself and moved up to the bookshelves, reading the titles. He was a little surprised at the Icha Icha collection, but couldn't be too hard on the man. He had a few volumes of his own at home. Those were sprinkled through liberally with mysteries, crime novels and even some classic literature.

A few minutes later, they sat down to a very delicious smelling fish, rice and vegetables. "Oh God, I'm definitely in love," Izumo said, when he took a bite of the fish. "You're better than Tetsu."

Iruka laughed. "Thanks."

"Men really are simple creatures," he said, when he'd finished chewing. "I keep trying to tell Tetsu this, but he doesn't listen. Feed us, give us sex and we're pretty happy."

His lover laughed even harder. "You're right. Some of us simpler than others." At Izumo's raised eyebrow, he said, "ramen. Keep me in ramen and sex and I'll be happy."

Izumo laughed. "See?"

"Why doesn't he believe that?"

"Well, I think he's still stuck on the idea that the other person, regardless of their gender, can't be that simple." He shook his head. "I don't know, the hentai doesn't seem that complicated to me, but I could be missing something."

"No, from what I know, he'd probably be happy with that, too. Well, that and his books."

"Yeah. Well, then, he should be happy tonight. Tetsu's cooking for him." Izumo said, sighing. "And he'll probably be there when I go home. Which, unfortunately, I'm going to have do to pretty early. Tsunade had us running all over the damned village this afternoon. "

Iruka winced. "Sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

He grinned. "I'm half the reason you're so tired today."

"Only half?" Izumo asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, it does take two of us to do all that." Iruka said, laughing.

Izumo shook his head and went back to his food. "I'll have to admit that's true." He ate in silence for a few minutes, finding himself distracted by thoughts of the night before. He was suddenly having trouble sitting comfortably.

He thought again about what Tetsu had told him the night before about Kakashi and Iruka. He sighed. If he told the teacher, he wondered what the other man would do. On the other hand, he felt horribly selfish, knowing what he did, and not tell him, either. He glanced up to see Iruka watching him. He raised an eyebrow in inquiry.

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head. "Nothing, really�" he started, but Iruka had the teacher face again. "God, that face is damned scary." He sighed. "Tetsu told me something last night." He sat back and considered the other man a moment. "He likes you."

Iruka blinked. "Kotetsu?"

"No." Izumo swallowed. "Kakashi."

"Uh� no, he doesn't."

"Yeah, he told Tetsu as much."

"What?" Iruka blinked at him. "Why would he do that? That bastard! He's dating Kotetsu then tells him that he likes me?"

Izumo couldn't help smiling at the outrage. "Well, he said he used to like you, but Tetsu thinks he's just covering it up."

Iruka shook his head. "That's still a rotten thing to say to your current lover. Which leads me to my next question. Why are you telling me?"

Izumo sighed. "Because I know how you feel about him and I was feeling awfully damned selfish by knowing and not telling you." He swallowed and stared down at his fish. "You know, we started going out because of them."

Iruka didn't say anything at first, just played with the broccoli on his plate. "That may be true, but it didn't stay that way for long, did it?"

The older man shook his head. "No, no it didn't. But�"

"But what? Have you changed your mind?" Iruka looked up at him, and despite the attempts that Izumo knew Iruka was doing to hide it, there was fear there.

"Hell no! No, I haven't." He reached across the table to take Iruka's hand. "Why would I?"

Iruka shook his head. "Sorry. I don't know."

"Have you changed yours? Does knowing this change us?" Izumo asked, forcing his own fears away.

The teacher blinked at him. "No, it doesn't. I still love you."

"Well, then," he sat back and smiled. "That's what matters, right?"

Iruka considered him for a moment. "Yeah, that's what matters. "

Izumo got up and moved around the table. Iruka looked up at him and he leaned in, kissing him slowly. "I love you." He swallowed, "but if you decide you'd rather have him --" he put a finger on Iruka's lips when he started to speak, "let me finish. If you'd rather take your chances with him, I'd rather you tell me than try to hide it. So just� tell me, okay?"

Iruka sighed. "I'm not going to." He frowned at the look on Izumo's face. "But I'll tell you."

"Good." He gave him another kiss before sitting back down. They ate in silence for a while, then Iruka asked him about his day and they fell into more companionable conversation. They managed to make it through the rest of dinner without any more serious topics, for which Izumo was grateful.

He insisted on helping to clean up. Iruka tried to get him to leave it, but he wouldn't do it. The younger man finally gave in, and Izumo was glad for it, because he caught the grateful look from Iruka when they were finishing up. He himself knew what it was like to be stuck with a mess.

He'd had every intention of giving his lover a few nice long kisses, then leaving him to his grading and head home, especially since he was starting to feel really crappy, but that didn't seem to work too well. An hour later, they were curled up in bed together, both working to remember how to breathe. "You know, I was going to just go home." Izumo managed around his short breath.

"Oh, so you were going to let me cook for you and I wasn't even going to get sex for it?" Iruka asked, trying to sound indignant.

The older man laughed. "Right. I'm beginning to think you're the monster."

Iruka chuckled. "Well, maybe it's one of those things where I had to be one to create one?"

Izumo grinned. "Maybe." He looked over at Iruka - those big brown eyes, the adorable face, even his scar and swallowed hard. "I love you."

Iurka's smiled faded. "I love you, too. What brought that on?"

The older man shrugged one shoulder. "I don't know. I just� looked at you."

Iruka blushed. "Well, I'll take it." He leaned over and kissed him slowly. Then Izumo ruined it by yawning.

Iruka laughed. "Well, I know what you need." He dropped another kiss on him, then wiggled out of his arms. "Come on, handsome, time to go home."

"I see. You feed me, fuck me, then kick me out." He shook his head. "I see what I'm good for."

The teacher laughed again. "Yeah, yeah. Come on before I'm forced to carry your sleeping ass home."

Izumo chuckled, then grabbed his clothes and started dressing, but he found himself actually swaying a bit as he pulled his pants on. "Damn, I don't know what's wrong with me." He shook his head hard to clear it, but only made himself sway harder. "Whoa. Shit, I wonder if I'm getting sick." He paused as he sneezed hard. "Aw, hell."

"You okay?" Iruka asked, looking him over with concern.

"Yeah, just getting sick. I'll be fine. Just gotta get home." He sighed. "Oh hell, I know when it happened. Last week, that downpour we got hit with, I was on the gates. Tetsu got called to the Hokage's office and I had to do it alone for a while. And one of the cart drivers that came through was sick, too. Doesn't help that I haven't slept much since." He yawned. "Damn. You're probably going to get sick, too." He frowned. "I'm sorry."

"I'm a big boy, I can handle myself. Let's get you home first." He pulled his own clothes on quickly.

"I can get home myself, you've got stuff to do." Izumo insisted, but then started yawning again which was interrupted by another sneeze.

"It won't take long. Get your sandals." Izumo just stared at him a moment blankly. Iruka pushed his feet into his own, then picked up the other man's. He locked his door, pocketed his keys and wrapped his arms around his lover. A moment later, they were standing outside Izumo's apartment.

"Whoa." He blinked owlishly at his door. "That had to take a lot of chakra."

"I can spare it for a single trip like that. Come on, baby." He pushed the door open and hauled a swaying Izumo through the door.

"Zumo?" Kotetsu came over, alarm on his face. He'd been sitting at the small dining table, Kakashi on the other side, still eating dinner. The copy nin stood up, watching them move into the room.

"Sick. Said he got caught in a downpour last week and he, um, hasn't exactly been getting much sleep." Kotetsu snorted and Iruka blushed, but tried to ignore it. Between the two of them, they got him into his room. After hesitating for a moment, Kotetsu left Iruka to strip the other man and stepped out of the room.

He got him settled and checked his forehead. He was already starting to run a temperature. He headed out to the main room. "He needs a washcloth."

Kotetsu hurried into the bathroom leaving Iruka and a previously silent Kakashi alone. "Hi," Iruka started, then had to clear his throat. "Kakashi-san," Iruka said, blushing. Izumo's comment came back to him. He said he used to like you, but Tetsu thinks he's just covering it up. Aw, hell. Iruka was having trouble breathing all of a sudden.

"Iruka-san." Kakashi said, nodding.

They didn't say anything further, just stood opposite each other, staring in silence, that gaze making the teacher more than a little crazy until Kotetsu came back with the wet washcloth. "Thanks," Iruka said and, glancing once more at the copy nin, escaped into Izumo's room. Damn the man, he was unnerving when he stared like that.

He bathed his lover's face down and stood for a moment, torn over what to do. He didn't want to leave him, dammit, but there wasn't much he could do for him. On the other hand, he didn't like the idea of Kotetsu or even Kakashi caring for him. He was his lover, now dammit and, well, he felt it was his job. He sighed and settled in on the side of the bed. He'd just have to grade his papers tomorrow.
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