Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Some OC, Yoai, Lemon, Lime . . .
Side note: One day I found this story written in one of my old diaries from back in the day hidden in my closet. I guess at the time I was too afraid to publish anything. I mainly spent my time reading other people's stories. But now I don't give a fuuuuuhhhhh! So here. K I love you byyyeeee! Please Review!
Traveling back home, all Kakashi could think about was once again walking the streets of his home village.
Walking down the street, all Kakashi could think about was climbing the stairs to his apartment.
Zipping up the steps to his flat, all Kakashi could think about was being engulfed by cinnamon brown arms.
He threw the door open. The sound of it knocking the back wall echoed throughout the hollow apartment.
No one was home.
His shoes were the first to go as he made his way to his room. Shoes seemed to litter the apartment floor.
It was a simple layout. The entrance led to the living room, a couch and a television. Around the corner was a small kitchen.
Further back was open space, that most tenants treated like a dining area. There was a small, circular wood table littered with paper, rarely used.
Beyond that was a hallway, on the right hand side was a closet that hid the washer/dryer set and linen.
After that was the powder room. Directly across the hall was a small room, out of bounds.
The end of the hallway was the master bedroom where Kakashi stripped off most of his clothes, leaving them on the floor.
He fell face first into the fluffy king sized bed, falling to sleep immediately.
Click.
The smallest noise could wake the nin. He heard stirring in the apartment.
Keys being tossed on the counter, mail being torn open, shoes being kicked off.
Some mutterings about how something was some bullshit.
He's home.
Kakashi hopped to his feet.
He charged down the hall, wrapped his arms around an unsuspecting body. "Aaaahh fuck!"
"I'm home!"
"For how long?"
"No assignments that I know of."
"Good. SO you can get some rest."
"Rest! Why would I need rest?" Kakashi hoisted the brown haired man up and spun him around. "Damn you look good."
"Yeah yeah yeah, that's what you tell all the girls you want to fuck".He was not flattered.
"Yes! But with you it's true Dolphin." Kakashi wasn't lying. He squeezed the Umino in his arms, resting his chin on an exposed shoulder,
taking in the embrace. Iruka awkwardly stood, clinging to the arms wrapped around his waist, waiting for the moment to pass.
It had been a while since anyone had held him like this.
Kakashi knew.
Without Kakashi, the days seemed to pass on without him. There were entire days where Iruka would go without speaking to anyone above the age of 13.
Days he didn't teach, he didn't speak at all. He was cool with his co-workers but they were just that, co-workers.
He filled most of his time with work, the only free time he had was spent sleeping, eating, staring blankly at the television, or paying bills.
He had plenty of of those.
Iruka turned around and wrapped his arms around the copy-nin's shoulders, returning the hug.
He forgot how good Kakashi smelt. It was a mix of pine trees and vanilla.
"I really missed you." Kakashi kissed the lazy head that rested on his chest and released him. Iruka didn't want the hug to end but hid it well.
"What's for dinner?" Kakashi switched the mood.
"Oh hell no, I just walked in the house -"
"I'm kidding! Damn." He wasn't. "Let's go out to eat".
Going out to eat meant getting take out from the nearest restaurant and wolfing it down on the couch.
An hour and a half later, they were doing just that, lounging in their house clothes.
They were a cluttered mix of sweat shirts, sweat pants, throw blanket, and loose messy hair.
"Iruka come here". A hollow whisper tickled his ear.
Arms were wrapped around his waist drawing his hips up into a hard bulge. "I'm sleep! Leave me alone!" Iruka whined.
"But daddy's home."
"Really?" Iruka was unimpressed.
Kakashi knew all of Iruka's buttons and just how to push them. Straddling the Umino, he feathered his lips in the crook of the tan, unwilling neck below him.
He firmly collected brown hair into a fist and gently tugged.
He softly kissed a now blushing cheek, shoulder blade, neck, still grasping hair, pushing Iruka's face into the pillow a bit.
Kakashi woke up in the middle of the night, abandoned on the couch.
Iruka had retreated into his room, the small one to the left.
Iruka enjoyed acting as if they were roommates. Well not enjoyed, but knew it was for the best.
"Stooo-hahahaha-nnnn."
Kakashi complied. This would seem like victory lost to the untrained lover. But he knew better.
Kakashi released Iruka from his gentle grasp and left the small room, but not without first faintly whispering "I love you, dolphin".
It was wrong but it worked.
Years ago, Iruka had confessed that he hadn't been told that he was loved very often whilst a child.
Not from anyone who hadn't soon died or abandoned him after uttering the words.
The first time he had heard the words genuinely spoken to him was when he lost his virginity to his sensei as a teen boy.
Afterwards, he started associating the word with sex. For some sick reasoned it turned him on.
The pursuit of that feeling of being truly loved could turn him into anyone's bitch.
Every now and again, if he were desperate, Kakashi took advantage, just to get him crawling into his bed.
Neither of them had gotten any since Kakashi left for his assignment two months ago.
"You think you're slick huh Kakashi-kun?"
Iruka glided into the master bedroom, where the silver nin waited expectantly.
"You're a piece of work."
Iruka's attempt to crawl from out of Kakashi's sleepy grasp causing the other man to stir and flop over.
His arm toppled onto the mattress like a ton of bricks.
"Ruka". A voice growled under a mix of silver hair and sweat.
Iruka paid him no mind, forcing his briefs over his plump ass. His wife beater was slightly worn from tugging."
"Night, go to sleep".
Iruka stumbled down the pitch black hall to his room. The air around him was cold, with the carpet beneath his feet being his only comfort.
Iruka collapsed onto his twin sized bed, tucked into the corner of his room. It was just enough room for him and him only.
Just how he liked it. In fact, the bedroom itself was just big enough to fit his bed, small desk, chair, and several piles of lesson plans,
ungraded assignments, and bills.
In the stillness of the night, he could hear Kakashi fidgeting in his room.
"Rukaaa! What the fuck?" Kakashi just could not fill the void that Iruka left behind.
The words fell upon deaf ears, Iruka had already fallen back into his deep slumber.
Wank! Wank! Wank! Wank!
Pack!
Iruka's struck the dismiss button on his alarm, trying his best to calm his startled heart.
After overcoming the shock of another day, all he could do was smile. Curled up in a pitiful ball on the ground,was a half-clothed copy-nin.
". . ."
The faint scream of Kakashi's alarm rang throughout the apartment. It had been for hours.
"What's gonna be your excuse for being late this time?"
For a member of the ANBU and one of Konoha's most elite nins, Hatake was acting like quite the heavy sleeper.
It may have been due to the fact that his body was still trapped in a cocoon of sexual bliss, or maybe it was the fact that even the carpeted,yet hard floor was the most comfortable bed he had had in two months.
Maybe it was because he was finally home, safe, with the only person he ever trusted.
The truth was, he didn't want to leave the warm spot the sun made for him on the floor of Iruka's room.
It was best to ignore the arrival of a new day and steal as much morning rays as possible before opening his eyes for good.
Now that we got the cutesy stuff out the way, it's time to get real. Let me know what you think.