I've spent a total of two weeks in this camp. Nothing to do but lay on this damned uncomfortable cot made out of what seems to be little more than plastic and plywood. The tent that I'm under is made of some sort of canvas and sure, it does it's part by keeping out the rain, but barely. Water seeps in through the seams at the top of the tent, occasionally dripping onto my bare stomach. Sure, I should be laying underneath my blankets instead of on top of them, but hell, they itch. I hate wool and not even sixty degree weather and a little rain is going to force me under the itchy hell that is my blankets. The floor consists of dirt and the door, well, it's a flap. All in all, my living quarters are a dull and lifeless prison to which I have been subjected to for two weeks now. Nothing about my scenery brings an ounce of cheer or well-being to my mood except….

He's a medic. He used to do a lot of field work but it completely shot his nerves. He's very jittery now, but he performs his tasks with the utmost care and precision. Iruka is his name. Sweet, tentative Iruka. He cares for me every single day and in the past two weeks, I've grown quite a fondness for him. His face, with that distinguishing scar over his nose, blurs my vision at times and that soft, gentle voice lulls me to sleep on stormy nights. Iruka has become the essence of goodness in a war torn world to me. His radiance sends me sky high and his laugh warms my flesh on even the coldest of days. I think I'm in love.

"On top of everything, you are going to catch the flu, Kakashi." Is what I hear, spoken in that soft, lulling voice just as I am starting to doze. I open my one good eye. The other is bandaged closed with a thick piece of square gauze. That's what I get for trying to infiltrate an enemy base on my own, I suppose.

"I hate these blankets, Iruka. Their drafty and itchy. You would think that I would be provided with something more comfortable after laying my ass on the line for my country." I say rather absently. Part of my mind is distracted by the curve of Iruka's hips, which I can barely make out underneath his baggy camouflage pants and tucked in white t-shirt.

Iruka, who had been bent over his medical supply box, turns to me and smiles smartly. I'm not too sure which I like better; Iruka's backside or his smart-ass smile. Both of them make my heart beat ten times faster, so it's hard to differentiate between which I enjoy more just yet.

"As I recall hearing, a certain soldier named Kakashi went completely against protocol and almost had himself killed and the location of his troop given away. Perhaps the itchy blankets are a form of punishment." Iruka says, that smart-ass smile still on his lips. I love it.

"Yeah well, then the punishment's working. I'd rather catch the flu than spend even a second under this blanket." I retort, because I know what Iruka's reaction will be. After only two weeks, I already know how to push the man's buttons.

Iruka's smile slips from his lips and it's replaced by a frown. He looks at me disapprovingly and it strikes me as almost motherly. He has an oddly feminine charm about him; a genuinely caring soul that anyone would be crazy not to adore.

"Kakashi, get under that blanket. I will not have you getting sick." Iruka says sternly. I find him all the more adorable for his tone. I'm never one to get bossed around, but with Iruka, I almost feel like I want to listen to him. Almost.

"How about you lay on top of me, Iruka? It'll be much warmer and far more satisfying." I say, unable to hide my smirk. Oh, I just couldn't help myself. If Iruka doesn't want to get hit on, he shouldn't be so damn cute, right?

Iruka looks at me silently for a moment, his eyes blank and adorably dumb. In a matter of seconds, his peachy cheeks turn a rose-pink and he slaps his hand lightly against my bicep. I want to grab his wrist and pull him close, but I stop myself.

"Stop that." He says as he carefully avoids my eye.

He leans over me and begins to silently replace the bandage over my right eye. I remain motionless on my cot because now I can smell Iruka. There's something earthy about the way that he smells. It's the scent that every man acquires when he's out in the war, whether it's gun-work or medic-work. But there's more to Iruka. There's a certain sweetness to his aroma, interlaced with that musky earthiness. Sweat and candy. Oh god, I want a taste. Iruka's arm is inches away from my mouth and I want to reach out and suck on that tempting flesh. Just one lick, to see if he tastes as delicious as he smells…

Iruka pulls away and I quickly run my tongue across my lips, to cover for the fact that I had actually been reaching out to lick him. He looks down at me with those chocolate brown eyes and lets out a soft sigh. His breath barely grazes my lips and I feel my senses slip for a second. God, I need to get laid.

"Alright. Don't use the blanket. But if you catch anything, I refuse to be the one to take care of you." Iruka says. I know what he's hoping. He's hoping that his threat will force me underneath my blanket. I want to listen to him, but I just don't believe that I've rattled his cage quite enough yet.

"You'll take care of me. Want to know why?" I ask confidently.

He looks at me skeptically and stands upright, hands resting on his hips. "Why?"

I smirk and raise the eyebrow above my good eye. "Because secretly, deep down, you really like me."

Iruka stares at me for the moment of a heartbeat, and then his cheeks turn that soft rose-pink again. He frowns and turns from me, reaching down to close up his medic box. I take the advantage to stare at his perfectly shaped ass for a second. He then stands upright, medical box in hand, and glances back at me.

"You're something else, you know that Kakashi?" He says, his voice soft with embarrassment.

"Yeah, I know." I reply, perhaps a bit arrogantly.

Iruka walks out of the tent without another word. I stare after him, gazing at the flap of the tent that I'm confined to. For a moment, I day dream of Iruka sliding back into the tent and striding toward me. I can still smell sweat and candy in the air and it only turns the day dream into a more vivid picture. He climbs on top of me, straddling my body on top of this small cot. His lips lock onto mine and it's good, so good. I drink him down like a sweet strawberry wine that I've been deprived of for years. His hips buck down and the pressure of his groin against mine grows heavier. Heat builds up between us. There's so much hot, aching-

Cold water droplets splash down against my bare stomach. I blink, breaking the hypnosis that I had put myself under and sigh as I absently spread the cool liquid over my abs. I'm suddenly quite hot. I smile softly and close my eyes, only to remember the way Iruka had looked when I had accused him of liking me. The man's cute when he's in denial. I want to continue to make him blush, in several different ways. Yes, I'm definitely in love.

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