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All For the Sake of Pleasure	By : Kanemoshi Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Kakashi/Iruka Views: 8225 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter Eight

Sasuke woke with a start, gasping for breath and his heart pounding. Flailing in an attempt to get the constricting sheets off, he found himself falling off the side of the bed and onto the floor with a loud thump. Finally free of the bed linens, he scrambled to stand up, but knew that his antics hadn't woken up his lover. Naruto slept like the dead and Sasuke was never as grateful for that fact as he was at the moment.

Rubbing his behind, certain he would have an interesting bruise or two in a few hours, he shuffled out of their bedroom and towards the direction of the kitchen. There was little that could make him fall back to sleep after one of his bad dreams, but hot tea was the best option he had, since he didn't want to chance waking up Iruka by turning on the television and watching infomercials until he was lulled back to sleep.

Finally reaching the kitchen, Sasuke was surprised to see that the lights were already on and that said brunet was sitting on a barstool with a steaming cup of his own. Iruka simply looked up from the counter he was seated next to and a small smile graced his lips.

"There's hot water on the stove," he said softly. Sasuke moved silently, letting out a soft huff when he saw that there was already a mug and a bag of his favorite tea waiting for him by the kettle. People said his sixth sense was uncanny, but he had to admit that Iruka was the master of surprising people with his instincts. "What was that thump before?" Iruka asked as he watched the jounin prepare his cup of tea.

"Fell…" Sasuke mumbled before he took a sip of the steaming liquid. Though it burned his lips and tongue, he still swallowed it, feeling slightly better as the tea started to warm his still shivering frame.

"Another nightmare, ne?" Sasuke whirled around in surprise when he heard Iruka's question. A part of him wanted to heatedly deny that, at twenty years old, he still had nightmares, but he could see the understanding in the teacher's compassionate face. If anyone could possibly understand his illogical fears, it would be the man now patting the empty stool next to him. "Naruto accidentally told me a while back that you had them."

Well, that explained how Iruka knew about his problems sleeping through the night on occasion. Usually his dreams were ones that just made him shift around in his sleep, but every once in a while, they were bad enough to make him cry out or wake up. The first time it happened with Naruto nearby, the blonde nearly had a heart attack, for once easily waking up because he could hear his lover's screams.

"Do you want to talk about it, Sasuke?" Iruka asked as the jounin warily made his way over and slid onto the proffered seat. Looking down into his bitter tea, the jounin studied the steam rising off of it, as though it would help him find the words to speak to the man who was a brother to him.

"It was the massacre," he finally stated as his fingers tightened around the pale mug. "But not…what really happened. You and Naruto were there." Sasuke clenched his eyes shut, wishing he could get rid of the images that plagued his mind as he had watched the two be killed, helpless to save them – just as he had been all those years ago.

Iruka smiled sadly when he saw the jounin's eyebrows furrow, his jaw tightening. Though he tried to act emotionless, Sasuke was far from it. Iruka had the feeling that the jounin felt a great deal more than his brief displays let on. Knowing the stoic man was nothing like Naruto when it came to being comforted, he had to fight the urge to hug him. Instead, he gently placed a hand over Sasuke's pale one and waited until the young man opened his eyes again.

"Naruto and I are perfectly safe," Iruka whispered reassuringly as he brushed his thumb against the back of the jounin's hand. "Anyway, the two of you are elite jounin… the only way I could be any safer was if Tsunade locked me away in her Tower and assigned her entire guard to protect me," he added truthfully, which brought a tiny smirk to the jounin's strained face. "You don't have to worry about us."

"You're my family. Of course I'm going to worry about you."

Those words, said with the raven-haired man's deep, rumbling voice, sent a shiver down Iruka's back, and the teacher was blindsided by a wave of emotion that was only amplified by his hormones. His eyes began watering; he had never realized Sasuke had thought of him as family. It was the highest compliment anyone could ever hope to get from the introverted man. Whimpering, Iruka covered his mouth before he let out a sob that would probably wake Naruto up.

"I-I didn't mean…" Sasuke wanted to apologize for making the brunet cry – though he had no idea what he had said to make Iruka hysterical – but fell silent when the academy teacher flung himself against him, hugging the younger man. Unable to do much else, Sasuke wrapped his arms around the brunet and held him until Iruka's sniffling subsided. As strong and powerful as he was, Sasuke couldn't help but feel helpless in the presence of someone else's tears. Hoping his words wouldn't send Iruka into another fit, he spoke again, "I didn't mean to make you cry."

Iruka loosened his hold on the jounin, chuckling at Sasuke's obvious discomfort. "I never realized you saw me as family," Iruka replied as he studied the young man's face. Though just barely twenty, Sasuke looked more like he was in his late-twenties, but Iruka knew better than most that the years had not been kind to the Uchiha.

He had no childhood to speak of, being geared towards revenge from such an early age; it was amazing that he was even able to care for people anymore. He had forced himself to be ruthless, driven, and almost incapable of the gentler emotions. Then there were the years he spent as a missing nin – years Sasuke refused to speak of, not even to Naruto. The blonde never mentioned them, though, knowing how painful they were for Sasuke. He did everything he could to not remind Sasuke that he had once been a traitor to the village, that he had killed Orochimaru, his own brother, and many others, and that he had nearly succeeded in killing Naruto as well. Sasuke's sins were great, but no one faulted him for them.

It wasn't simply the harsh wisdom and painful memories in those dark eyes that made Sasuke seem older than his years. It was the lines in his face, ones that had softened a great deal in the past two years he and Naruto had been lovers, but ones that reminded anyone who looked at him that he was accustomed to frowning and glaring.

"Thank you," Iruka said softly before he pressed his lips against the young man's forehead in a brotherly gesture. It had been one he was more than used to giving Naruto, but Iruka was amazed at the realization that it was certainly the first time he ever kissed Sasuke. From the wide-eyed expression on the jounin's face, the young man was equally surprised at his instinctive action. "I always wanted another little brother," he added jokingly as he watched the teen's cheeks turn an interesting shade of pink.

"I'm not little," Sasuke retorted, his gaze shifting away from Iruka as his face warmed up even further as he wondered if he could call the teacher his brother out loud and not just in his mind.

Iruka had to laugh at his protest; no, Sasuke certainly wasn't 'little' in any way other than his physical age. Already, the young man easily towered over him and, if Iruka was to hazard a guess, Sasuke was quite heavier than his muscular partner, despite his deceivingly slender frame. That nearly feminine body, however, was a masterpiece of sculpted muscle that Naruto admittedly and understandably drooled over.

Just to see if he could ruffle the jounin further, Iruka snickered as he rumpled the man's dark hair. Sasuke gave him a glare and a soft grumble, but that only made the teacher laugh louder when he saw that the man's hair now stood up on end in strange directions that not even his childhood gravity-defying hairstyle could compete with. As he sat back down on his own stool, Iruka watched in amusement as Sasuke ran his fingers through his hair a few times, before pulling it back in a ponytail with a tie that Iruka hadn't noticed before.

Iruka studied the young man for a moment, wondering why Sasuke had grown his hair out, but didn't want to point out to the touchy jounin that, with his hair back as it was, he looked a great deal like his deceased brother. Though those bangs remained from when he was younger and his hair still rebelliously stuck up despite the tie holding it, the resemblance was uncanny even considering their shared blood. More than anything else, it was the pair of eyes that looked at him now – still slightly guarded even after all this time – that reminded Iruka of Itachi.

"Why are you up?" Sasuke asked as he went back to slowly sipping his tea. Iruka looked down at his hands as he took a deep breath, not wanting to lie to the young man, but at the same time not willing to tell Sasuke that he had been dreaming that his baby was a silver-haired demonic little thing that was nothing like him. It was a horrible nightmare.

"I was just wondering what the baby would look like…" Iruka settled for an ambiguous answer. If he mentioned silver hair, he was certain the intelligent Uchiha would figure out why it had frightened Iruka so, and the teacher refused to do that to himself or the raven-haired jounin.

The night he had ended up at Sasuke and Naruto's apartment, he had waited until his overprotective younger brother was asleep before telling Sasuke what the baby's father had said to him – keeping the details to a bare minimum, of course. When he had fallen silent after recounting that painful meeting, he was floored when he saw the anger and disgust flicker across the jounin's face. Sasuke was seething and Iruka was quite certain that, had he known the father's identity, Sasuke would have killed the man himself. But what would Sasuke have done had he known that the man he hated for being so cold-hearted was the same man he looked up to as a comrade, a friend… and perhaps even a father-figure?

"She'll have brown hair like you," Sasuke stated with certainty and, for a moment, Iruka chuckled. That had been their newest argument – the gender of the baby. They had finally been able to wear Sasuke down and get him to admit that he thought it would be a girl, but both Naruto and Iruka had the feeling that the baby was a boy.

"How are you so sure?" Iruka had to ask as he studied the jounin curiously. Hoping for a girl was one thing, but her being a brunette? The chuunin chuckled, having the feeling he wasn't the only one who dreamed about the little baby contently growing inside him.

"She won't have his silver hair. It's a recessive trait."

Iruka felt his jaw drop as he stared at the jounin in wide-eyed wonder. There was no way Sasuke could have figured out who his child's father was! He made no mention of anything that could be linked to Kakashi! It couldn't be a lucky guess – who the hell would guess a color as uncommon as silver?

"You would be surprised at what Kakashi says when he's been drinking," Sasuke offered softly as he glanced over at the speechless teacher. He had blocked out that uncomfortable conversation, spoken over their customary Friday night bottle of sake, for three months. Kakashi had been going into quite a bit of detail about the most amazing lover he'd ever had, as was expected of his perverse nature, but Sasuke recalled it only when Iruka had told them about his pregnancy. Of course, not wanting to get into the middle of things, Sasuke had simply congratulated the brunet and hoped that Kakashi wouldn't be his customary idiotic self, and doing something horrible.

When Iruka showed up on his doorstep with that defeated look in his eyes, Sasuke knew his old teacher had once again done it – he was retreating behind that icy façade of his to protect himself from the world around him. He had been so angry at the silver-haired jounin for being such an unfeeling ass; he was ready to go knock some sense into the man. It took him a while to realize it was Iruka and Kakashi's lives, and he had no right interfering. It didn't lessen the burning rage he felt, especially not to the point he would be able to hold a civil conversation with his old teacher, but he no longer had thoughts of how to kill Kakashi slowly.

As things were, Sasuke had been able to dodge the older jounin for the past month, making up excuse after excuse – and always having Naruto tell Kakashi his newest lie as to why he couldn't go drinking or whatnot with the man. He knew that Kakashi would take it as a snub, which it certainly was, but it was also the only way Sasuke knew he could keep himself from strangling the idiot.

It wasn't until the other day – the fifth time Naruto lied for him – that the blonde's curiosity was finally piqued. Time and again, Sasuke refused to tell his lover why he was evading their old genin sensei like he had the plague, especially when only a short while ago they were very close friends. He could only imagine what Naruto would do if he was aware that it was Kakashi's baby that the dobe had christened 'Chibi Hentai.'
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