cricket512

The Request

2008-02-19T22:17:08Z

Title: The Request
Rating: R, for sex talk
Pairing: KakaIru
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the Naruto characters.

Summary: In which Kakashi learns that some fantasies are better left unrequested. (Humor)

It was one of those rare Sundays, when the stars were aligned perfectly and all was right in the universe. For the first time in months, Kakashi and Iruka had a day off at the same time, and miracle of miracles, both were also in the same place.

Kakashi sprawled across the couch, idly turning a page of Icha Icha Tactics every few minutes. He absentmindedly unbuttoned his pants in an effort to get more comfortable.

“Sensei,” Kakashi yelled toward the kitchen.

Iruka stopped humming and came to the doorway, wiping his hands on a towel.

“What?”

“Aren’t you finished with whatever it is you’re doing in there yet?”

“I’ve just put the chicken into the marinade, so yes, I’m finished.”

“Come over here then. I’m lonely.”

Iruka walked over to the couch and sat down close to Kakashi. “Well, I certainly don’t want you to be lonely.”

Kakashi leaned in close and nibbled lightly on Iruka’s earlobe.

“While I was waiting for you, I read something interesting,” he whispered lightly.

“Interesting is not the word I’d use to describe your porn.”

“Mmmmm, well, you’ve found some things from it ‘interesting’ enough,” the silver haired ninja murmured as he nibbled a trail from his lover’s ear down to his neck.

“I’ve already told you I’m not putting on an apron. That’s sick.” Iruka pushed Kakashi’s head off his neck.

“Maa, Sensei, I wouldn’t ask you to do that, although you would look cute wearing nothing but a frilly little pink one,” Kakashi teased.

“Shut up. I’m a ninja. I don’t do frilly.”

“Pfft, I’m well aware of what you do, koi.” Kakashi returned to nibbling that sweet tasting neck. “Some of our best times have been inspired by Icha. Admit it. You liked the whipped cream.”

“That was nice,” Iruka said, shifting a bit to give the older man better access to his neck.

“You loved rimming,” Kakashi said as he pulled off Iruka’s shirt.

“Love might not be a strong enough word,” admitted Iruka with a sigh.

“Ha. And the rope bondage!”

“That was a one-time deal,” Iruka retorted. “Well, maybe we could do that again sometime. O.K., what’s this ‘interesting’ thing?”

Kakashi sat up with a grin. “It’s called fisting.”

Iruka’s eye twitched. “Fisting?”

“Yep,” Kakashi chirped happily. “It’s when you put your whole hand up inside.”

“I suppose I could go for that,” Iruka replied, as he pulled back to stare hard at his lover.

“Re… really? I didn't think you'd agree.” Kakashi asked gaping.

“Why not? If I used a lot of lube and went slow, I don’t think I would hurt you…much.” Iruka held up his hand, examining it as he made a fist. “Be a tight fit, seeing as you don’t bottom very often.”

“I didn’t mean I wanted it done to me,” Kakashi exclaimed.

“This is all the fisting you’re going to get.” Iruka’s upraised fist shot out and clipped Kakashi across the jaw.

“Owww, that was mean, coming at me from my blind side,” the copy nin whimpered as he rubbed his jaw.

Iruka stared at the copy nin with narrowed eyes. “The day you put your fist up me is the day you die, pervert.”

“Aw, Iruka, I was just joking.”

Iruka looked at his lover and rolled his eyes. “I can’t stay mad at you when you look at me with that expression.”

He leaned back down and kissed the spot where he had popped Kakashi, which led to more kissing.

“So, does that mean you’ll reconsider it?”

"Hatake, you are dead!"

Restoration

2008-02-05T05:08:58Z

Title: Restoration
Rating: NC-17 for language, yaoi sex
Pairing: Kakashi x Iruka
Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns Naruto & all the characters, not me.

Summary:   Iruka provides a much needed service for Kakashi after a bad mission. ;D

A/N:   Tadaima (I'm home) & Okaerinasai (Welcome home) are a traditional Japanese greeting between family members.

The night was humid and warm. Iruka tossed uncomfortably in his bed, twisting in his sheets. He pushed his long brown hair off his nape and sighed. Kakashi was three days overdue from his solo S-mission and Iruka was trying to remain calm. During the day, he kept busy and pushed his worry deep down, tucking it in a small corner of his heart. But at night, with just the incessent droning of the cicadas to keep him company, his thoughts raced with what-ifs. After what seemed to be a lifetime, he finally succeeding in blanking out his fears and drifted off into an uneasy slumber.

An odor of an unwashed body, not wholly unfamiliar, woke Iruka in the early hours of the morning. Propping himself on an elbow, he saw the lanky form of Kakashi silhouetted against the moonlit bedroom window. Feelings washed over Iruka in waves - relief, happiness, and a bit of trepidation. A visit from a Kakashi in a such a manner meant something had gone horribly wrong with the mission, and it would be up to Iruka to patch together the man underneath the mask.

Iruka watched silently as Kakashi strode toward the bed, peeling off layers of clothing and gear, tossing them carelessly aside. By the time he reached Iruka's side, he was fully naked and fully erect.

Iruka tossed off the sheet and quickly groped under the side of the futon, grabbing the small bottle he had stored under it for an emergency. Kakashi grabbed Iruka's boxers and stripped them off in one swift motion. Then he pressed the full length of his sweaty body tightly against the chunin's as if trying to meld them together.

Kakashi thrust one hand into Iruka's hair and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. While he began sucking and nipping at the younger man's sensitive neck, he reached down in between their bodies to grab both their erections with his other hand, squeezing a bit too tightly. Iruka knew from previous experience that this was not making love - that would come later. This was a primal fucking, a way for Kakashi to release all the emotions he had to hold tightly in check. An affirmation of life. And in such a state, Kakashi was not capable of being gentle.  Iruka fully understood that Kakashi was not in the frame of mind to remember anything beyond his own needs at the moment

Iruka popped open the bottle in his hand and squeezed lube onto his fingers, then reached down and slicked Kakashi's cock quickly.  The silver haired man grabbed Iruka's hand and brought it to meet the other, trapping both wrists above his head. With his other hand he brought the chunin's leg up and over his shoulder. For a long moment, Kakashi stared at the scarred man, memorizing his face with his sharingan. Then, in one swift motion, he entered Iruka.

"Aaaaaaa," Iruka groaned. He hadn't meant to let out his voice, but the sudden feeling of fullness was overwhelming. Although normally they were quite vocal when making love, it was against their usual protocol to speak during what Iruka thought of as "therapy sex".

The copy nin covered Iruka's mouth with his own, kissing him deeply again and again, as if to pull the man's essence into himself. The thrusts got faster and less regulated, until Kakashi stiffened above Iruka in release.

Kakashi's weight was uncomfortably sprawled on top of Iruka, trapping his throbbing erection between them. Iruka lay still and tried to calm down, reminding himself this was about Kakashi. Tonight, his own needs were secondary compared to taking care of Kakashi's fractured psyche.

Kakashi stirred and began to press small kisses on Iruka's chest, sliding down slowly toward his still erect cock. He licked once down it's length and moved further down, nibbling the chunin's inner thighs. Then, he placed his hands on Iruka's ass and spread it, exposing the gleaming hole. He flicked his tongue across the puckered area, and began licking in long strokes.

"Nnnn..."   Iruka closed his eyes and bit the side of his finger to keep from crying out in shock. He flushed deeply, not only because it was embarrassing but because it felt incredible. Kakashi moved higher and took Iruka's cock into his mouth, sucking the length expertly as he wrapped his long fingers around the base and squeezed. Iruka couldn't hold out any longer, orgasming in hot bursts . Kakashi swallowed Iruka's cum with a contented sigh.   Then he reached up and flicked Iruka's erect nipple.

Iruka opened his eyes and looked directly into the mismatched eyes of the silver haired man between his legs.

"Hey," Kakashi said softly as he wiped a bit of cum off the side of his mouth. "I'm home."

"Yeah.  Welcome home," Iruka answered, grinning.  Now that the silence had been broken,  Iruka knew everything would be fine.

Kakashi lowered his head back down and sighed deeply, tracing small patterns on Iruka's thigh with his finger. "I'm going to try to catch some sleep for an hour, 'kay?"

"Down there?," Iruka questioned incredulously.

"Mmm-hmm.  Smells so good, you and me mingled together. Makes me forget everything."

"Baka, the things you say..." Iruka was embarrassed and charmed at the same time. "Get some rest, Kakashi. You're safe now."

He stroked Kakashi's limp hair as he felt the older man relax, his breath becoming even as he dropped into sleep.   Iruka stared out the window for a while, thinking about the pattern Kakashi had been tracing on his inner thigh - the kanji for soul mate.

Iruka watched as the sun rose, chasing away the last fragments of night.

Master of Everywhere Else

2007-12-12T18:58:12Z

The first section of this story flowed out quickly, but instead of progressing to a steamy lemon, Iruka & Kakashi began to talk, and talk, and talk. Over the past week I wrote and then scrapped hundreds of words of dialogue out of the story because the guys wanted to analyze their relationship in minute detail. To make matters worse, they wanted to end with Kakashi dragging Iruka off to the bedroom for a more private experience. The horrors of it all. Finally, I was able to get them to comply with my voyeuristic tendencies. Now if I can just finish my other WIP's before the end of the year, I'll be happy.

Title: Master of Everywhere Else
Rating: NC-17, for language, yaoi sex (KakaIru)
Disclaimer: It's apparent that Kishimoto owns Naruto and not me, because Kakashi & Iruka would be smexing it up every day if I did.

A/N: Sequel to Master of His Domain found here: http://cricket512.livejournal.com/4773.html#cutid1 This story can be read alone but would make more sense if you read the other one first.

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Kakashi and Iruka walked into their apartment.

"It’s really late. I’m glad tomorrow is Saturday," Iruka stated, dropping his vest and paperwork on the floor beside the couch.

Kakashi pulled off his mask and forehead protector with a slight moan. "My ass is sore. With my luck, I’ll probably run into Gai and he’ll challenge me to a taijutsu contest." A shudder ran through his body.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Iruka apologized, a deep blush appearing on his face.

Kakashi sat down on the couch beside Iruka and stroked the side of his face lightly with the back of his hand. "Tell me what exactly caused that little outburst back there, because I really need to know."

"Heh, heh," Iruka rubbed the back of his neck and glanced away. "It’s hard to explain."

"Please try, sensei, so I don’t make the same mistake again. I didn’t really enjoy being tied, spanked and fucked face down across your desk." Kakashi paused for a moment. "Correction, the fucking was enjoyable as a one-time thing, I suppose."

"Um," Iruka began, "to be honest, I don’t want to talk about it."

"Tough shit." Kakashi grabbed Iruka’s chin and held his face steady so they could look in each other’s eyes. "I only went along with your tantrum tonight because I knew you needed to release your anger. Next time you’re in full meltdown mode, I might not feel so generous. So you need to find some way to talk to me about this now or we are going to have a serious problem."

"Argh, I’m too embarrassed," Iruka moaned, jerking his chin away and hiding his face in his hands.

"Sensei, I’ve fucked you in every conceivable position and in every situation imaginable wherever and whenever I get the chance. How can you possibly be embarrassed to talk to me when I know every inch of you better than you know yourself?"

"You know as well as I do there’s a hell of a difference between baring your body to someone and baring your soul. Don’t be such a hypocrite. You don't exactly speak freely about your emotions either," Iruka retorted.

Kakashi shoved Iruka back on the couch and crouched on top of him, pinning his wrists above his head. "I gather you’re choosing to have the serious problem rather than the civil discussion."

"N..no, hold on, give me a chance," Iruka stammered.

"Too late. You had your chance and didn’t take it," Kakashi growled, as he reached into his pouch. "You were so quick to use this chakra string on me earlier. Turn about is fair play." He bound Iruka’s wrists together tightly and pulled out a kunai.

"What the hell are you doing with that," Iruka exclaimed.

"Shut up, sensei" The silver haired jounin took the kunai and slit Iruka’s shirt from bottom to top in one swift move.

"Shit! That was my best uniform shirt, baka!"

Kakashi rocked back on his heels, stunned. "What?! I cannot believe what just came out of your mouth, Iruka! You're so worried about your shirt that you insult me? You’re the one being a bakayaro." Kakashi pressed the side of his kunai to the chunin’s throat. "You have some nerve. I could kill you, you know."

Iruka gulped. The worst thing he could do would be to show fear, even though his inner self was shaking. "You aren’t going to kill me, Kakashi."

Kakashi ran the kunai lightly up the side of Iruka’s face, applying a bit of pressure, but not enough to break the skin. Then he quickly flicked the tip into Iruka’s hair tie and sliced it neatly in two, releasing the long, dark hair from its ponytail.

"You’re right. I’m not going to kill you, although I am tempted to throttle you. I tolerated your behavior earlier, but now you are being most uncooperative and very foolish. I’m already regretting being so lenient with you."

Iruka opened his mouth to say something, but Kakashi reached down with his hand and covered his lips.

"I advise you not to say anything, sensei. You weren’t in the mood earlier to talk to me about the things I wanted to discuss and now I am not in the mood to listen to you. Every time you open your mouth, you just succeed in pissing me off more. If you insist on speaking now, I’m going to have to gag you."

‘Oh...holy...shit..., I have fucked up big time,’ thought Iruka.

Iruka watched with trepidation as Kakashi stood up and placed his hands on Iruka’s pants. He pulled them off and tossed them aside. Then reaching down beside the couch, the jounin brought up a familiar object.

"Recognize this, Iruka-sensei," Kakashi asked as he twirled a large wooden paddle around on the tip of his index finger.

Iruka’s eyes widened. It was the paddle he kept in the classroom - the one he had used on Kakashi earlier. How the hell had the man smuggled it out without Iruka noticing?

"I can see by the look in your eyes you know what it is, and I bet you know what’s coming next, ne? Now, exactly how many swats did you give me? I think it was eight. That means you get ten."

Iruka started to speak, but quickly shut his mouth when Kakashi shot him a warning glare.

"Come here, Iruka, and lay across my lap. Do what I say and things will go easier for you."

Even though Iruka felt slightly humiliated, he did as his lover requested and switched his position so he lay face down across Kakashi’s knees. Kakashi splayed his hand across Iruka’s lower back to steady him.

"That’s right. Eight to start with, for payback." Kakashi brought the paddle down eight times in quick succession. Iruka bit his lip to keep from crying out as the paddle stung the tender flesh on his ass. Kakashi paused.

"Number nine for insulting me." The paddle cracked down harder.

"And last, but not least, number ten for not being honest with me and telling me what the hell is going on in that thick skull of yours." The last swat stung so bad that tears welled up in Iruka’s eyes and he cried out in pain.

Kakashi put down the paddle and pulled Iruka close, wiping away the few tears that had escaped. "Talk to me, Iruka, please. I can help with whatever is bothering you."

"I’m sorry, Kashi," Iruka said, burying his face against the older man’s chest. "I didn’t mean to take my anger out on you earlier. I was sitting there, putting together the team lists, and feeling sorry for myself because of the lack of respect I get from everyone. I mean, it’s so stupid. That stupid law in effect stating only chunin can be full time teachers, so everyone thinks I’m an incompetent ninja just because I'm not a jounin. Then you came in and I felt so out-of-control and I just snapped."

Kakashi put his hand in Iruka’s hair and gently tugged, raising the scarred man’s face so that he looked up. "What else?"

Iruka wished he could look away, but the hand in his hair held him fast. "There's nothing else."

"Wrong answer. There is a reason underneath your explanation that you aren’t telling me. Iruka, be honest with me. You can tell me what’s going on."

Iruka shifted his weight uneasily. "It’s hard for me to say. It’s such a silly matter. I don’t want you to be mad at me."

"I’m not going to be mad," the silver haired jounin said soothingly.

Iruka heaved a sigh. "When I was thinking about how people misjudge me, I was recalling the whole ‘team 7 chunin exam’ incident. I know we apologized to each other a long time ago, but still...." He glanced at Kakashi, trying to read his face for signs of anger.

"Continue," Kakashi urged.

"I still think I was right. Not about their readiness as individuals - you were right about that. But if they had another year to bond as a team, I can’t help but wonder if Sasuke would have stayed here in Kohona. Then, when you came into the classroom and acted the way you did, even though I've asked you not to more than once, I felt like you weren't taking me seriously again, just like in the past."

"Sasuke is obsessed with getting revenge on Itachi. I am not sure another year would have made a difference. In any event, what’s done is done. As for the other, it wasn't my intention to make you upset. I was just teasing you."

"It was bad timing. In the back of my mind, I knew you weren't serious, but I was fed up with everything."

"Listen, Iruka, don’t feel like you’re a second class citizen. Everyone knows you’re the most gifted academy teacher we’ve ever had. You are probably the most well-liked person in this village, and if someone underestimates your ninja skills, then they are just dumb-asses and not worthy of your attention anyway."

Iruka looked into his lover’s eyes. "Thanks, that means a lot to me to hear you say that. Since we’re being honest with each other, I need to ask you something important."

"What," Kakashi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Iruka smiled, raised his bound wrists and wriggled his fingers. "Can you untie me? I’m losing circulation in my hands."

"I'm not done with you yet," Kakashi said with a gleam in his eye. "Let's just leave that chakra string on a little longer." Kakashi stood up, hooked his fingers into the bindings, and tugged Iruka toward the bedroom.

"Not again," groaned Iruka.

"Yes, again. It's totally different this time since I'm the one doing you. Besides, you know you love it."

Kakashi caressed Iruka’s face, and leaned in to let their lips touch teasingly. He could feel the younger man parting his warm lips and he let his tongue seek it's way into his mouth. Iruka answered hungrily but the silver haired jounin ended the kiss. He turned the Iruka around and started kissing his ear. The scarred man pressed himself back closer to Kakashi. The lips on his skin sent shivers down his spine. Kakashi pressed his erection against Iruka’s ass while reaching around to rub his groin, making sure his lover was hard as well.

"Lie down on the futon and put your arms above your head," Kakashi directed as he began to strip. He paused to look down at the sight of Iruka, wrists bound, stretched out on the mattress, fully erect.

Iruka blushed. "Don’t stare."

"I can’t help it. You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen," he said, as he laid down on the bed and began kissing Iruka’s chest, flickering his tongue over the tanned nipples.

Iruka began breathing heavier as Kakashi’s mouth closed in the distance to his groin rapidly. He moaned in pleasure as the copy nin took his cock into his mouth, licking and sucking him thoroughly. At the same time, he worked his fingers into Iruka’s sensitive passage, stretching and preparing him.

"St... stop," Iruka stuttered as he tried to push Kakashi’s head away - a futile gesture as his hands were still bound.

Kakashi looked up and appraised the situation. "I don’t want you coming yet either," he agreed, rising up and flipping Iruka over so he was on his hands and knees. The younger man moaned loudly as Kakashi’s length slowly probed into him, filling him completely.

Kakashi began moving his hips a bit faster, thrusting further inside and hitting against his sensitive prostrate gland. His jagged breaths tickled against sensitive tanned skin as he continued to move.

"I want you to come inside me," Iruka whispered.

"Together," Kakashi as his hand enveloped Iruka’s shaft. With his free hand he pressed Iruka's abdomen backwards, giving him space to move his other hand faster over the brunette's erection. He slowly rocked his hips back and forth, trying to match the tempo of his hips to his hand.

Iruka closed his eyes, pushing his ass toward the older man, trying to pull as much of him in as possible. A pleasant pain tore through him, as he felt his orgasm nearing.

"Ruka," Kakashi moaned as he spilled his release, causing Iruka to also cum as Kakashi’s hand tightened around him.

Kakashi collapsed onto Iruka, dropping little kisses into his neck as he breathed in the chunin’s unique caramel scent.

"Kakashi, don’t you dare go to sleep on me until you undo this damned chakra string."

"Not until you say it."

"Say what?"

"That I’m the master everywhere else."

"Bastard."

"Then, I’m not undoing it. You’re going to look funny teaching with your hands tied up."

Iruka sighed. "Fine, whatever. You’re the master."

"Heh, heh," Kakashi chuckled as he reached over and undid the knots, rubbing his lover’s wrists gently. "I’d say I’m sorry, but I’d be lying."

"Hrrumph" Iruka chuffed.

Kakashi reached over with a slender foot and nudged against Iruka’s calf. "You seemed to enjoy it well enough. Don’t deny it."

"Let’s just call it even."

Kakashi gathered Iruka closely in his arms, trying to meld his body into the heat of tanned skin, as they fell asleep, exhausted. Their relationship had turned a new corner, new bonds had been formed by the honest, raw emotions which had been expressed that evening. And neither one would ever be quite the same again.

Christmas Then and Now

2007-12-11T15:58:36Z

Title: Christmas Then and Now
Pairing: KakaIru
Rating: G (cute & fluffy)
Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns all the Naruto characters, and for once, I'm not making them have sex.

Then & Now:

Then:

Kakashi sat on the floor in a darkened corner of the large room, fiddling with his kunai and remembering the scene that had happened two hours ago.

"Why do I have to go," Kakashi whined to his father.

"It’s the shinobi Christmas party, Kakashi. Everyone will be there. It’ll be fun. All the kids will be there too, not just adults. It’s a family thing."

"It’s not going to be fun. The kids won’t talk to me. They’re jealous that I’m already a chunin. I don’t want to go."

Sakumo gazed sternly at his young son. "Quit being so childish. You don’t have a choice. You are a shinobi, so grow up and start acting like one."

Seven-year old Kakashi hung his head in shame. "Yes, father."

Just like Kakashi had predicted, the party was no fun for him. It was too loud, too bright and too noisy. All the adults were over by the buffet table and bar, getting drunk on sake and beer. The kids had gathered on the other side of the room and were playing a shuriken throwing game. Kakashi had tried to join in but they ran him off saying it was no fair for him to play since he was a chunin. He only hoped that his father would get bored and leave soon.

A quick glance over to the large silver haired man sank his hopes. His father was laughing it up with his teammates. It was going to be a long evening.

"What’cha doing?"

Kakashi looked up. A young girl in a bamboo leaf yukata stood before him, with her finger in her mouth. She couldn’t have been more than 3 or 4 years old. The little girl was really cute, with huge chocolate brown eyes and long hair. Even though she had a scar across her nose, it just accentuated her features and made her adorable.

"Go away, little girl." Kakashi answered, glancing elsewhere.

"Hey, I’m not a girl! I’m a boy," the child said, putting his tiny fists on his hips and thrusting out his bottom lip.

"Really? Your parents should cut your hair, or dress you different, or something. You look like a girl."

"Mommy thinks I look cute this way." The little boy flopped down beside Kakashi and looked at him with huge doe eyes. "My name’s Iruka. What’s yours?"

"Hatake Kakashi."

"Is that your kunai? I asked Santa for a kunai for Christmas but Mommy and Daddy said he didn’t give kunais to little boys til they started at the ‘cadamy.. Can I play with yours?"

"Yes, it’s mine and no, you can’t play with it. That’s probably how you got your scar or something."

Iruka pouted. "No one will let me play with them. The other kids pushed me away."

"You’re too little. You’ll get hurt. Why don’t you go to your parents or something and quit bothering me."

"Mommy and Daddy are too busy. See." Iruka pointed out a dark haired couple who were plastered together on the dance floor, swaying to a slow tune. "When they’re like that, I s’posed to go play in my room and not bother them and then maybe I’ll get a little brother or sister sometime."

"Oh." Kakashi didn’t know what to say to that, so he just twirled his kunai around.

Iruka reached his little hand up and touched Kakashi’s hair. "Why’s your hair silver? How old are you? Why are you wearing a chunin uniform? Why.."

Kakashi interrupted with a chuckle. "Why do you ask so many questions?"

"I wanna know."

"My hair is silver cause my dad’s hair is silver." Kakashi pointed across the room to his father who appeared to be chugging sake. "I’m 7, and I’ve been a chunin since I was 6."

"No way!" Iruka looked at him with awe. "I’m almost 4 but Daddy says I can’t even start at the ‘cademy til I’m at least 8."

"Well," Kakashi said, shrugging his shoulders, "I’m a genius. You’re just a regular kid, so it’s o.k. to wait until 8."

Iruka pressed his little body close to Kakashi. "I like you, Kashi."

"Um..." Kakashi was very uncomfortable. He wasn’t used to being touched. "You’re a cute kid, Iruka." He awkwardly patted the tot on his head and looked down at him.

Iruka rubbed his eyes and laid his head on Kakashi’s shoulder. "I sleepy." He plopped a finger in his mouth and began to suck on it.

"Uh, kid, don’t fall asleep on me."

But it was too late. Iruka already was snoring softly. Kakashi didn’t have the heart to disturb him, so he just sighed and pulled Iruka closer. And if Kakashi’s hand played with the boy’s long, silky strands of hair while he waited for the party to end, who would know.

Now:

Kakashi played with Iruka’s long, silky strands of hair as the younger man snuggled sleepily against his chest.

"Isn’t it beautiful, Kashi?"

The room was dark, illuminated only by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree. Outside, the night was dark and quiet.

"Mmm-hmm."

"Our first Christmas together. I’m so happy."

"It’s not our first Christmas together, Iruka," the silver haired man corrected.

Iruka pulled away and looked at Kakashi. "What do you mean?"

"You probably don’t remember. You were really young - just 3 years old. But we spent the evening together at a shinobi Christmas party, before... you know."

Iruka got a far away look in his eyes. "I think I vaguely remember something about a Christmas party. I remember wanting a kunai really bad. I remember....falling asleep in someone’s arms. Was that.... you?"

"Yeah, that was me."

"Wow. Amazing."

"I would have never guessed we’d be in the same position 20 years later," Kakashi chuckled softly. "You were such a cute kid. I thought you were a girl at first."

"Hey," Iruka protested. "I couldn’t help that my mom thought I looked cute like that."

Kakashi laughed as Iruka pouted. "That’s exactly what you said back then."

"So, was I cuter then or am I cuter now?" Iruka fluttered his eyelashes and turned on the full doe-eyed effect.

"Definitely cuter .... then."

"Hey!" Iruka punched the jounin on the arm.

Kakashi leaned over, mouth inches away from his indignant lover. "But now, I can do this..." He kissed Iruka deeply.

"Merry Christmas, Iruka."

"Merry Christmas, Kashi."

I'll Be Home for Christmas

2007-12-11T03:54:31Z

A little drabble of angst to dish up with the fluff.

Title: I'll Be Home For Christmas
Rating: PG (angst)
Pairing: KakaIru
Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns Naruto - I just borrow them for my own twisted pleasure

I'll Be Home for Christmas

"Iruka, I’m back! It’s Christmas Eve - I told you I’d be back before Christmas! You probably thought I’d be late as usual. I know I should have reported to Godaime before coming here, but I just had to talk to you first.

Oh, don’t worry about the blood. Most of it’s not mine. I just haven’t had a chance to clean it off yet. I want you to know that the pack and I caught that sound ninja that hurt you and took care of him. Yes, the fight did get rather savage. I know you don’t approve when we use our teeth, so I’ll spare you the details.

I hope you don’t mind, Ruka, but I’m rather tired. All I want is to sit here and be with you for a while. At least let me stay until the sun comes up. Then I’ll go give Godaime the mission report for her Christmas present."

Kakashi dozed lightly, dreaming of warmth, and love, and Iruka’s arms wrapped around him, holding him tight, until dawn’s first light awoke him. He ran his long fingers across the name most recently engraved on the memorial stone.

"Merry Christmas, Iruka, my most precious person."

Master of His Domain

2007-12-10T17:38:20Z

Writing Iruka as seme (albeit temporary) was way outside of my comfort zone. It's not really Iruka's fault that Kakashi is such a strong seme that it's hard for me to make him a uke in any situation. Hopefully, I succeeded and made it believable.

Title: Master of His Domain
Pairing: Iruka x Kakashi
Rating: NC-17 (language, graphic yaoi sex, BDSM)
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just make them have a lot of sex.

Master of His Domain

Iruka sat at his desk working on the recommendation list for genin team pairings. It was one of his most critical responsibilities at the academy, this meshing of abilities and personalities to create the best possible team. Most of the time, it worked wonderfully. Since becoming the head academy instructor, Iruka had turned out more successful students who went on to be chunin and jounin than any other teacher in the past. He was gifted, and his true service to the village was to utilize his skills as an instructor to increase the amount of competent ninja available.

Of course, fulfilling that responsibility meant putting away his pride. It was an edict that only chunin could teach at the academy on a full time basis. Jounin were too skilled to "waste" in such a menial duty. Long ago, Sandaime had requested that Iruka not test for jounin. He, at least, recognized that children were the future of the village. Even though Iruka was perfectly capable of being a jounin, he would do the village far more good remaining at the academy as a teacher than getting killed on an S-mission.

That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Although his students worshiped him, the adults looked down upon him as "just a chunin". They tended to dismiss him as incompetent, even though he was an absolute master of basic genin and chunin skills, after so many years of teaching them to the students. Even his lover had once berated him in front of Sandaime and the other jounin before Team 7’s chunin exam. Although Iruka liked to pretend that time had been cleared up between them long ago, when he remembered the incident, his stomach still clenched.

Thinking about these things put Iruka in a foul mood. He was so sick and tired of being treated like a second class citizen, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. Even with Kakashi, he was the subordinate, the uke in the relationship, and while that would normally never bother him, today it rankled his nerves. The only place he really felt in control was here, in his classroom.

It was the worst possible time for the silver haired jounin to make an appearance.

"Iru-kun!"

Iruka felt his chair spin around as Kakashi literally pounced on him and claimed his lips for a deep kiss.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get off me," Iruka yelled as he pushed Kakashi to the floor.

"Kami-sama! What is your problem?"

"How many times do I have to tell you not to kiss me at the academy?! Anyone could walk in." Iruka was flushed with anger.

Kakashi picked himself off the floor and perched a hip on the desk. "It’s 10:30. I doubt anyone is going to walk in at this time of night. Besides, I locked the door."

"Why? What exactly are you expecting to do," Iruka questioned, narrowing his eyes.

"I was thinking a little action in classroom. I’ve always wanted to do you on this desk," the jounin said with a leer.

"Is that so?" Iruka stood up. "Close your eyes, koibito. I’ve got a surprise for you."

Kakashi closed his eyes, imagining what kind of delicious surprise his scarred lover was planning. Perhaps when he opened them again, Iruka would be naked and draped across the desk. The thought made him hard. The last thing he expected was for Iruka to pull his hands behind his back and bind them swiftly with chakra string.

"What’s going on here, Iru-kun," he questioned softly.

"Don’t Iru-kun me! Call me Iruka-sensei!"

"All right, then. What’s going on, Iruka-sensei?" Kakashi could tell the younger man was on the verge of a major meltdown so he spoke as calmly as possible.

"I am so sick and tired of you not listening to me! The only thing I’ve ever asked you is to not play your games with me at my work. I’ve told you time and time again not to come to the classroom to fulfill your perverted little fantasies, but you keep coming anyway."

"Calm down, sensei."

"Don’t patronize me, Hatake! I’m going to make you understand exactly what happens when you ignore the only request I have ever made of you. You obviously have no respect for me, so I am going to have to make you respect my authority here in this classroom."

"And exactly how are you planning to do that," asked Kakashi, raising his eyebrow.

Iruka opened the lower desk drawer and pulled out a wooden paddle, stroking a finger along its length. "Do you know what this is? When I have a student who just doesn’t get it - you know the type - the student who keeps questioning my authority and challenging me, creating problems in the classroom, I find that a few swats with this changes their attitude real quick."

"You are not going to spank me, Iruka. Anything but that." Kakashi attempted to assert some dominance back into the situation by speaking sternly, but frankly he was more than a bit nervous. Iruka’s mood was scary.

"Oh, but I will do that, and so much more." Iruka stood up, spun Kakashi around, pulled down his pants in one swift motion and pushed him over the desk so his ass was exposed.

"Stop, Iruka."

"You are in no position to ask me to stop. And call me sensei." Iruka brought down the paddle with a swift crack on the white ass before him.

"Iruka-sensei, stop it right now."

"How many times do you think I have to spank you before you understand that I am the master in this classroom? (*whap*) Five times? (*whap*) Ten? (*whap*) I’ve been patient with you. (*whap*) But you just (*whap*) don’t (*whap*) get it. (*whap*)"

Kakashi’s ass was on fire. "Please, Iruka-sensei, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise. Just please stop."

The silver haired man’s pleading tone got through the haze of Iruka’s anger. He lowered the paddle and studied the pattern of red marks crossing his lover’s white ass. Reaching out with his free hand, he traced one of the welts with his index finger, and then ran it down between the crack of his cheeks.

"You look amazing like this, koibito. The red really stands out against your pale skin." Iruka reached around and stroked Kakashi’s penis. "Ah, you're already hard. You liked being punished, didn’t you?"

"No, I definitely didn’t," Kakashi denied flatly.

"Shhh, be quiet." Iruka infused his fingers with chakra and ran them over Kakashi’s ass, causing the welts to tingle. He teased around the sensitive hole and pushed one finger in.

"Ah! What are you doing?"

"Relax, Kakashi. It’s been a while since I’ve topped, but I can’t look at your ass this way and not want to take it." Iruka leaned over and claimed his lover’s mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

"Sensei," moaned Kakashi. "This is a side of you I’ve never seen. I’m not sure I like it."

"Oh, you’ll like it." Iruka pushed another finger into Kakashi’s tight passage. "It’s been a while for you too. You are so tight in here. If you don’t have lube, it’s going to hurt. I warn you, though, I’m fucking you regardless of whether you have it or not."

"Right hand pocket," Kakashi gritted out. "Feel free to use all of it."

Iruka slathered lube onto his cock and placed it at Kakashi’s entrance. "Who’s getting done on my desk now?" he murmured.

He slowly entered, allowing Kakashi time to adjust to the unfamiliar fullness. It was a different experience for Iruka, being the one inside rather than the one filled. But here, in his classroom, it felt right. This was his domain.

"Does it hurt," Iruka asked, as he began to move, stroking his lover’s cock at the same time.

"No, just.. different."

Iruka leaned over and sucked the sensitive skin on Kakashi’s neck, leaving a large love bite. He released the chakra string from the jounin's wrists as he continued to thrust at just the right angle to hit the prostrate. "Different can be good sometimes, ne?"

"Good enough that I’m about to cum all over your papers if we don’t get off this desk in the next 30 seconds," Kakashi panted.

"Kuso!" Iruka pulled Kakashi off the desk, while staying inside, and sat down on his chair, just in time. Kakashi’s cum ended up on his stomach and Iruka’s hand instead of the genin team lists, and Iruka’s ended up deep inside his lover.

"Heh, thank goodness for kleenex." Kakashi reached over and grabbed some off the desk, cleaning himself and adjusting his clothes. "Feeling better now, sensei?"

Iruka blushed. "You picked a bad day to come in here."

Kakashi tapped Iruka's scarred nose and leaned in close. "Well, I’ve certainly learned my lesson. You are the master in your classroom. Just don’t forget who the master is outside of it. In fact, let's go home, and I'll teach you a lesson."

"Not necessary, Kakashi."

"Oh, but sensei, I insist. Don't forget the lube."

Yaoi Manga

2007-12-06T14:54:16Z

Just wanted to make note of this series, of which I've read vol 1 & 2. I am stoked there are 3 more out there. This story is so hot! By Kanbe Akira, scanlated by http://hayasu.com/fushichou/index.html

vol.1 Freezing Flame (Kooru Shakunetsu)
In order to help save his father's company, Hirose Katsumi makes a deal with the devil - that devil being Mimuro Yoshitaka, the heir to a larger company who agrees to bail out Katsumi in exchange for...

vol.2 Chain of Flame (Homura no Kusari)

vol.3 Honeyed Brand (Mitsu no Rakuin)

vol.4 Melting Flame (Rekka no Shizuku)

vol.5 Melting Flame # 2 (final vol) (Rekka no Shizuku #2)

Doujinshi

2007-11-21T11:33:46Z

Wow. I need to quit reading these at work but they are so delicious, I can't stop.

The manga doujinshi on AF - Retsujou Kyoumushitsu - is just about the hottest thing I've ever read. I'm going to revise my Kakairu porn fic with ideas I got from reading it. Natsu, the seme in that series, is to die for. He is my idea of the perfect seme.

I'm getting hot just thinking about it.

Every Breath You Take

2007-11-19T17:24:31Z

I probably shouldn't write porn at work.

Every Breath You Take
Pairing: Kakashi x Iruka / yaoi
Rating: NC-17 - this story has graphic language & sex - Kakashi x Iruka - so don't read if it offends
Disclaimer: Don't own, but if I did, this would happen all the time.

I'll Be Watching You

'He's back', Iruka thought as he tightened his grip on his pen slightly. A quick sidelong glance confirmed his stalker was watching him from the roof of the apartment building across the narrow alleyway.

But what to do about it? Iruka made up his mind with a sudden resolve. If his stalker wanted to spy on him, he might as well put on a show.

Putting his pen down on the stack of papers, Iruka stood up. With a languid ease, he stretched his arms above his head. His shirt rose up, exposing several inches of taunt, tanned abdomen. Iruka grasped his right elbow, pulling his arm over to the left for a deeper stretch and repeated the action with his left elbow. Then, in one swift move, Iruka grabbed the hem of his uniform shirt, pulled it over his head and tossed it on the floor.

There was a quick flare of chakra from the roof.

Iruka smirked slightly. He lifted his hand to his chest and rubbed it, pausing to caress his left nipple lightly, rolling it between two fingers, before moving it lower to rub his stomach. The living room wasn't the best place for what he had in mind, so he flipped off the lights, strode quickly in the bedroom and flicked on the lamp by his bed. He didn’t want his stalker to miss anything.

Crossing over to the full length mirror on the closet door, Iruka pulled his hair tie out of his ponytail with one tug. He tossed the holder on a small table and picked up a hairbrush. Then he slowly began to brush his long, chocolate brown hair while watching himself in the mirror. Iruka licked his lips, getting turned on by the knowledge his stalker was also watching his every move.

Iruka put down the brush. He ran his fingers through his hair and traced them lightly down the front of his chest, pausing at the top of his pants. Ahhh, the trace of chakra was much closer now. The stalker had moved to the window ledge outside the bedroom.

Iruka unbuttoned his pants and hooked his thumbs in the waistband. Turning away from the window, he slowly pulled his pants and boxers down and kicked them quickly toward the corner of the room. It made him so hard knowing that his stalker could see his muscular, tight body.

Iruka turned back toward the mirror and looked at himself. Then, he reached down to his cock and began to slowly stroke. Watching himself in the mirror made him even more horny. With a groan, Iruka propped himself against the wall with his left arm and rested his forehead on the mirror, watching as he continued to pump his hand up and down.

The window slid open. Iruka peered out under his left arm toward the window as a masked ninja came in.

"What a spectacular show, Iruka-sensei. I hate to interrupt, but I can't let you have all the fun now, can I," Kakashi stated, quickly closing the gap between the two as he jerked down his mask and tossed his vest to the floor. Grabbing Iruka, the silver haired ninja pushed him into the wall, pressing himself hard against the chunin's ass.

"You are such a little tease, sensei, but now you’re going to pay," Kakashi said with a growl. He grabbed Iruka's hair and pulled his head to the side, claiming his lips with a deep, passionate kiss. At the same time, he reached down and began to stroke Iruka's cock. His thumb teased over the slit and rubbed the glistening drop of pre-cum as he kept a steady rhythm.

"Do you like me touching you, sensei?" Kakashi turned Iruka around so his back was against the wall.  "I can tell you do by the way your body is responding to me."

Kakashi began to lick his way down Iruka's broad chest, stopping to lick one nipple, then the other, scraping them with his teeth. Then, he nibbled his way down to the chunin's belly button, swirling his tongue into the cavity.

Iruka moaned as his knees went weak. "Kakashi."

"Iruka, you must stand still. Otherwise I won't be able to do this," Kakashi stated as he dropped to knees, taking his erection deep inside his mouth.   He worked his tounge up the underside, pausing briefly to circle the sensitive head. Iruka groaned and grabbed a fistful of silver hair as Kakashi enveloped him with his mouth, continuing to pleasure him.

"Stop, Kakashi, I'm going to cum," Iruka gasped.

Kakashi pulled off his forehead protector, looking up at his lover's face with his sharingan so he could memorize every detail as Iruka came with a shudder. After swallowing, Kakashi stood up, sliding against Iruka's slick body.

"You are so yummy. Taste." He took Iruka’s mouth in a deep kiss, tongues entwining, sharing the remains of the slightly salty essence with his lover.

After a minute, Iruka broke away to sink in a boneless heap upon the futon. "I think I'm dying," he groaned.

Kakashi pounced on top of him, trapping Iruka between his thighs and claiming his mouth in another deep kiss. "Dying is not an option. I haven't even gotten started yet, sensei." He muttered against his mouth.

"Hnnn," moaned Iruka as Kakashi began to suck the sensitive skin between his neck and collarbone.

"Do you have any idea how fucking hot you were, touching your own cock like that? Look, you're getting hard again. You are soooo naughty."

Iruka pushed him away. "You’re overdressed, Kashi," he said, tugging at his shirt. Kakashi quickly shucked out of his shirt and pants.

"Better?"

"Much," Iruka said, pulling him down for another kiss. Kakashi reached over to his vest on the floor, grabbing the flak pocket that held lubricant.

"My turn now, Ruka," he stated as he placed some on his fingers. Leaning down to kiss him again, Kakashi inserted one and then two fingers into Iruka. He scissored his fingers gently, stretching Iruka thoroughly.

"Relax. I'm going to put another finger in. There," Kakashi murmured, "they're all in. But what should I do now, Ruka?"

Iruka blushed slightly and turned his head away.

"Don't be so shy, sensei, you certainly weren't before. You'll have to tell me what you want."

Iruka said quietly, "I want you".

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that. You want what?"

"I.want.you.to.fuck.me." Iruka said quickly.

Kakashi grinned happily. "Of course." Kakashi adjusted Iruka into position and began to slowly enter his tight hole.

"Easy now, I'm all the way in. Ah, you are so hot and tight around me." Kakashi began to move in and out, slowly, hitting against Iruka’s prostrate with every thrust. Iruka dug into Kakashi’s back with his nails as the silver haired man leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"Touch yourself again for me."

Iruka blushed slightly but reached down and began to pump his cock. "Is this what you want?"

"You’re what I want." Kakashi growled, nipping at Iruka's shoulder.

Kakashi began to move faster and then with one deep thrust, climaxed. The sensation of being filled with the other man’s juices sent Iruka over the edge, as his own cum exploded over his stomach.

"Hnnnn" Kakashi moaned as he collapsed on top of Iruka. They stayed there like that for several minutes as their breathing slowed.

"Next time, you can be the stalker, Ruka."

"I already am," Iruka said with a smile, entwining his fingers with Kakashi’s.

The Apple Doesn't Fall far from the Tree

2007-11-19T15:36:52Z

So I absent-mindedly picked up a paper my almost 13 year old had written on thinking it was homework. Lo and behold, it was a Shikamaru love story fan fic! [thank god it wasnt yaoi!]

All The Same - Author's Notes/Lyrics

2007-11-19T13:47:28Z

I have several different visions of the possibilities of the relationship between Kakashi and Iruka. This song to me is the epitome of one of those possibilities. The people in the shinobi world are incredibly dysfunctional. They'd have to be, because no one can do as much killing as them and remain a "normal" human. Kakashi functions by escaping into his fantasy world of porn where he doesn't have to react to real emotions and covers up his with his literal mask of indifference. Iruka stuffs his pain and hides it behind a smile, but all that pain boils over and erupts in his legendary temper. And lets not even get into Genma and Asuma's oral fixations! I can just see these guys dealing with everything on a superficial level and masking their pain with lots of smex and alcohol. And I bet there are some pretty twisted kinks too. *shudders imagining Ibiki*

To me, this would be the definitive Iruka's song to Kakashi. I can see him waiting for Kakashi to come back from whatever mission he's run off to and just having to deal with all the uncertainty of the shinobi way of life, but knowing that no matter how screwed up Kakashi is mentally, he will come back to him eventually (that is if he doesn't die). How angsty.

Lyrics:

I dont mind where you come from
As long as you come to me
But I dont like illusions I cant see
Them clearly
I dont care, no I wouldn't dare
To fix the twist in you
You've shown me eventually what you'll do
I dont mind I dont care
As long as you're here

Go ahead and tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
And do it all over again
It's all the same

Hours slide and days go by
Till you decide to come
But in-between it always seems too long
Suddenly
But I have the skill, yeah I have the will,
to breath you in while I can
However long you stay is all that I am
I dont mind, I dont care
As long as you're here

Go ahead and tell me you'll leave again
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are
If you take me for everything
And do it all over again
It's always the same

Wrong or Right
Black or White
If I close my eyes
Its all the same

In my life
The compromise
I'll close my eyes
Its all the same

Go ahead say it
You're leaving
You'll just come back running
Holding your scarred heart in hand
It's all the same
And I'll take you for who you are now
If you take me for everything
Do it all over again
It's all the same

All the Same

2007-11-14T18:22:07Z

All The Same = angst/romance yaoi
Rating: pg-13 for language, implied smex
Word Count: 2,149 (rather long)
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, but if I did, I'd have lots of money, Kakashi x Iruka would be canon & everyone in Kohona would be smexing it up.

KakaIru story inspired by the Sick Puppies song "All The Same".
Lyrics:

All The Same

Part 1: I Don't Like Illusions

Iruka was sitting on his couch grading papers when he felt the familiar flare of chakra outside his window.

"Maa, Kakashi, can’t you ever use the door?" Iruka said teasingly as Kakashi stepped inside.

"Apparently not", the silver haired jounin drawled.

Iruka smiled, jumped up and wrapped his arms around Kakashi. "I’m glad you’re back. How’d the mission go?"

Kakashi pulled away from Iruka and ran a hand through his hair, looking at the floor.

Iruka’s stomach dropped. "What’s wrong? Did something happen?" he asked as he walked over to Kakashi. As he reached out for his shoulder, Kakashi flinched and spun away.

"Kashi, are you hurt?"

"Kami-sama, Iruka! Can’t you just shut up for a minute? You’re worse than any girlfriend I’ve ever had!" Kakashi turned to look at Iruka, his uncovered eye filled with rage.

Iruka flushed with anger and shame. How could Kakashi compare him to one of his ex’s, and not even one of his old boyfriends, but a woman! He clenched his fists at his sides to keep from belting Kakashi right across his smug face, which by the way, he still had covered with his stupid mask.

"What the hell? What is your problem?"

"You!" Kakashi shouted. He sighed and calmed his voice somewhat. "You are my problem, Iruka. I just.... I can’t do this anymore."

Iruka flopped back down on the couch in disbelief. "I don’t understand, Kakashi. What can’t you do?"

"This, Iruka. I can’t do ‘us’ anymore. It just isn’t working for me."

Iruka was dazed. He and Kakashi had been dating for a few months and things had been going fine - better than fine. They teased each other, laughed, had a great time, and the sex was incredible. The only thing that had changed was Kakashi was just returning from a two week mission. It had been the longest period of time they had been separated during their relationship. The only thing Iruka could think of was that something had happened on Kakashi’s mission to make him change his mind about their relationship. Was it another shinobi? Or did the copy nin finally realize Iruka just wasn’t good enough for him?

"Kakashi," he said pleadingly, looking at him with tear filled doe eyes. "Please, let's talk about this. We can work the problem out, whatever it is."

Kakashi opened his mouth to begin to say something, but closed it with a snap. Then, to Iruka's dismay, he turned his back and strode toward the door. Kakashi paused with his hand on the door knob, shoulders slumping, and leaned his head against the cool wood. He sighed again and straightened up, pulling the door open.

"Sorry, Iruka. It's for the best." And then, he was gone.

A slightly hysterical giggle escaped from Iruka. Kakashi could use the door after all.

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As soon as Kakashi walked out the door, he quickly jutsu’d to his apartment. What the fuck had just happened? He had gone over to Iruka’s after his mission with every intention of screwing him senseless in what he hoped would be several rounds of mind-blowing sex. However, as soon as he crouched in his lover’s window, circumstances had spiraled quickly out of his control.

Iruka had been absorbed in his work and didn’t notice Kakashi in the window at first. As he watched Iruka, Kakashi thought about how beautiful he was, inside and out, and how lucky he was to be able to come home to him. He had barely been able to focus on his mission because he was thinking about Iruka, remembering how he felt beneath him calling out his name when he came, and oh Kami... he couldn’t be falling in love with him, could he?

When Iruka finally saw him and welcomed him in with a teasing comment, all Kakashi could see was the joy radiating off Iruka. Frankly, it scared the shit out of him, because it might mean Iruka loved him too. Love was pain; love was weakness; love was death. All these thoughts swirled around him, and all he could think about was how to escape, how to get out before his facade cracked and his emotions came tumbling out, for Iruka to see. He could not allow himself to get that vulnerable again.

Kakashi buried his head in his hands as he remembered how hurt Iruka was, how he had said things he knew would cut Iruka to bone, when he turned his back on him and left. He had almost relented, at the end, when Iruka had pleaded with him to talk it out. But it was for the best. Iruka deserved someone who could love him back, not some half crazy jounin bastard like himself. And as Kakashi tried to convince himself he did the right thing, stupid Obito cried until there were no more tears to leak from the sharingan eye.

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Part 2: Holding your scarred heart in hand

It was late and the mission room was deserted. Iruka sat at the desk, sighed wearily and stroked his scar - an old habit that reappeared when he was tired or stressed. It had been almost two months since that horrible evening when Kakashi dumped him.. Iruka had snooped around for a couple days, trying to figure out if something had happened during the mission, but everything appeared to be normal. No clues there. He supposed he would never understand why the silver haired nin left him. So, true to form, he locked away his pain and hid it behind a smile.

At least he had work - plenty of that - and his friends to keep him busy. The less time he had to dwell on Kakashi, the better he could function and still keep his dignity. From what Genma had told him, Kakashi was taking every mission he could to stay away from the village, being careful to come into the mission room during the day when Iruka was at the academy. That was just fine with him. He wasn’t sure he was ready to see Kakashi so soon, but it was just a matter of time before they were bound to run into each other.

As if conjured from his thoughts, Iruka felt Kakashi’s chakra a moment before he sauntered into the room. Kuso! Iruka felt like he was going to vomit.

‘Get a grip, Umino’, he thought. ‘You can get through this.’ He took a steady breath and looked up at his former lover.

"Yo" said Kakashi walking up to the desk, his expression unreadable behind his mask.

"Hatake-san. You have a report to file?" Iruka was proud that his voice was steady.

"So formal," murmured Kakashi.

Iruka rubbed his scar. He had a bad feeling Kakashi was not going to make this easy on him.

"Your mission report, Hatake-san?" he said again, holding out his hand.

Kakashi’s exposed eye formed a deep, upside down U shape. "Of course, sensei."

That fake-ass smile and smart-ass "sensei" pissed Iruka off and a vein began to throb at the side of his temple. ‘Must maintain control,’ he warned himself, as he continued to hold his hand out for the report.

Kakashi rummaged around in his pouch. "It’s here somewhere."

He pulled out Icha Icha Tactics. "Ah, yes, I put it here. I was using it to mark my favorite passage in Chapter 7. You know, the one where the naughty chunin is tied up and his mission leader is about to..."

"You know I don’t read porn," Iruka interrupted. "Just give me the report."

"I don’t think so," Kakashi drawled lazily.

"What?!"

"Well, Iruka-sensei, you didn't say please." Kakashi opened his eye in mock innocence. "You always said it so nicely too, especially when I was down on my kn....."

"That's enough!" yelled Iruka, jumping up and throwing a right hook at Kakashi's smug, masked face. Kakashi was so surprised at the sudden violence, the punch actually made contact.

Iruka grabbed his papers and strode toward the door. "I don't know what kind of sick, twisted game you're playing with me, but I don't appreciate it. Hand in your report tomorrow when I'm off duty."

'Well,' Kakashi thought as he rubbed his jaw, 'that didn't work out quite the way I planned.'

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Part 3: In my life, the compromise

Iruka stormed into his apartment, flinging his papers on the table. Just who in the hell did Kakashi think he was?! It wasn't enough that Hatake had torn out his heart, but now he was coming back to cut it to shreds too!

Iruka was in a dangerous mood. He didn't have the reputation for having the worst temper in Kohona for nothing, no matter how much the village's jounin underestimated him time and time again.

The more he replayed the scene in his mind, the madder he got. He was just at the point where he thought he would be able to function without thinking constantly about his former lover, but Kakashi breezed in and tried to act like they were still...connected. It was beyond confusing.

‘I might be a fool, but I’m going to find him and either get an explanation or kick his ass!’ Iruka thought for a moment and took off for the monument stone rather than Kakashi’s apartment. If he wasn’t there now, he’d be there soon enough.

When Iruka neared the monument, he stopped and calmed himself, masking his chakra. Glancing in the clearing, he could see the silver haired jounin kneeling in front of the stone, talking to the ghosts of his past.

"Yondaime, I have really screwed up this time." Kakashi muttered.

Iruka felt his heart clench for a moment, most of his anger draining from him as he heard the desperation in the other man's voice. It felt wrong listening to Kakashi talk to the dead, so he jumped out of his hiding place.

"That’s the understatement of the year, Hatake."

Kakashi adjusted his headband over his sharingan and stood, turning to face Iruka.

"I suppose you have every right to be angry with me."

"Hmph." snorted Iruka, rubbing his scar. "You can’t just walk out of my life and then try to pull off what ever little game you were trying to pull off on me tonight, Kakashi. I don’t deserve that kind of treatment."

"You’re right, Iruka, you don’t. I should have stayed away from you, but..."

"But what?"

"Why are you here, Iruka?" Kakashi evaded the question.

"To be honest, I wanted to kick your ass, but I’d prefer an explanation. I think I deserve one." Iruka sighed and looked at the ground. "You just walked out like it was nothing, Kakashi. Like we meant nothing."

Kakashi walked over to Iruka, pulling his mask down so the raven haired man could see his face. He stopped in front of Iruka and placed a tentative hand on his shoulder.

"I didn’t want to hurt you, Ruka. That’s why I left."

"That doesn’t make sense, Kashi! I can’t think of anything else you could do that hurt me more than walking away without an explanation!"

Kakashi rubbed the back of his head. "When I was on my mission, all I could think about was you. How much I wanted to get back to you. I knew I was falling in love with you. Then you looked at me and I knew you were falling in love with me too. It scared me, so I ran."

Iruka looked at Kakashi. "You, the great copy-nin, scared?"

Kakashi gave a wry grin. "I can face the worst of the Akatsuki, but the thought of love.... Heh."

Iruka reached out and pushed Kakashi’s headband up so he could look into both mismatched eyes.

"Look, Kakashi, our lives as shinobi are so uncertain. We need to live to the fullest because each day can be our last. I can handle that. I can handle you going on missions for months at a time. I can handle the uncertainty of you not coming back. Hell, I can even handle you reading porn all the time. I love you and that’s not going to stop just because you think it’s better for me to be alone because you don’t want to hurt me."

"I don't think you realize just how truly screwed up I am. I can't promise you anything and you deserve so much more."

Iruka chuckled softly. "Kakashi, all of us are screwed up. You can't be a ninja and be normal. And I never asked you to promise anything, except..."

"Except what?"

Iruka stepped in close to Kakashi, placing both hands on either side of his face. "Except that you come back to me when you can. That's all I ask. If you can, come back to me." And he leaned in and kissed Kakashi.

Kakashi's arms came around the chunin as he groaned. Pulling away, he looked deep into Iruka's eyes.

"I can promise to try. I've missed you so damn much, Ruka."

" Kashi, let's go home."

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AN: I was going to add a part 4 lemon, but the story wants to stop here.

As If

2007-11-09T17:09:26Z

My first KakaIru - a very short fluff piece, PG.
Disclaimer: don't own Naruto, but if I did, there'd be plenty of smex and canon yaoi
Inspired by: Breathe In, Breathe Out by Mat Kearney

Lyrics:

Breathe in, breathe out
Tell me all of your doubts
Everybody bleeds this way, just the same
Breathe in, breathe out
Move on and break down
If everyone goes away, I will stay
We push and pull
And I fall down sometimes
And I’m not letting go
You hold the other line
Cause there is a light in your eyes, in your eyes

Hold on, hold tight
If I’m out of your sight
And everything keeps moving on, moving on
Hold on, hold tight
Make it through another night
In every day there comes a song with the dawn
We push and pull
[Breathe In, Breathe Out lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

And I fall down sometimes
And I’m not letting go
You hold the other line
Cause there is a light in your eyes, in your eyes
There is a light in your eyes, in your eyes

Breathe in and breathe out
Breathe in and breathe out
Breathe in and breathe out
Breathe in and breathe out

Look left, look right
To the moon and the night
Everything under the stars is in your arms

Cause there is a light in your eyes, in your eyes
There is a light in your eyes, in your eyes
There is a light in your eyes, in your eyes

AN: This piece wanted to be a very small vignette - a snippet in the life of Kakashi & Iruka. It did not want to be a part of a larger story. Yes, my stories have a life of their own.

As If

Kakashi knelt by the bed watching his lover breathing in, breathing out. Iruka. Just looking at him made Kakashi’s heart clench. The way the strands of his dark hair draped across his face when he was sleeping. The way the scar across his nose stood out in pale contrast to his caramel colored skin. His slightly parted lips, full and luscious, and capable of giving him so much pleasure. He leaned over and brushed those lips with the lightest of touches - no more than a feather’s weight, really - but it was still enough to rouse Iruka from his slumber.

"Kakashi? You’re dressed. Are you leaving?"

"It’s ok, Ru, go back to sleep." Kakashi whispered, placing another kiss on his lips. "I’ll see you in a few days when I get back."

"Be safe, Kashi. Remember..."

"Remember what?"

Iruka reached up and stroked his knuckles lightly down one side of Kakashi’s face. "Remember, I love you".

They were frozen in time. Iruka, hand resting on Kakashi’s face, his eyes so deep and brimming over with love; and Kakashi, with his bittersweet smile reflecting in the silver moonlight, leaning so close to Iruka that their breath mingled together with promise and rememberance. They each imprinted the other’s image in their hearts and upon their souls.

"As if I could ever forget that, Iruka-sensei. As if I could ever forget."