Touchstone Tribute
Iruka smiled as Kakashi staggered into the kitchen, his visible eye bloodshot and puffy from last night.
"I made you something special, ashe," he said, pointing a knife at the table. Kakashi mumbled a vague thanks to his touchstone and picked up the plate of mangoes, mangoes diced into perfect, golden, juicy cubes, arranged on Iruka's good silverware.
Holding the plate in one hand, the copy nin curled his other hand's fingers as though poised to stab a piece with a fork. He looked up at Iruka expectantly.
After a short silent battle between two brown eyes and a grey one, Iruka made an irritated sort of noise and grabbed a fork. With a beaming, childish grin, the jounin opened his mouth wide, ignoring the utensil offered.
Iruka glared.
Kakashi grinned.
Iruka sighed.
Kakashi smirked.
"I can't just half spoil you can I?" he complained, "I have to spoil you completely.
So Iruka fed him the mangoes, piece by piece.
"Yum," Kakashi purred when the plate was empty. Iruka blushed. Kakashi leaned in for a kiss. Iruka tasted the sweetness of mango on his lips, and moaned as Kakashi pulled away.
"Tomorrow, strawberry," he said, heading for the loo.