Complications
Story # 0278
by Kaline Reine

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, but if I did they'd all have fun! XD Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

This story is written for Anestshia on Y!Gallery.

WARNINGS: This story is yaoi (gay, male X male, etc.) and it is also Mpreg. (That means a male getting pregnant so… Yeah.)

Chapter 1:

There was so much blood.

For Shinobi, this was a common sight. They'd all seen the horrors of war. But this was just… a slaughter in the making. Their enemies didn't even stand a chance this time. This was yet another war to add to the list. Fallen corpses were all around, littering the forest floor with blood. The mangled bodies were tangled together in a great pile.

Umino Iruka stood, rising over the fallen bodies and he saw someone else across the battlefield. It was difficult to make out who it was. The mist from the Mist Nins floated through the air, heavily obscuring everything in sight, and shrouding it in secrecy.

Asuma, Kurenai, and Anko made up one team. Kakashi, Iruka, and Gai made up the other. They had been chosen to go on this extremely dangerous mission. They were supposed to stop this war before it happened, but once they'd gotten there, everything had exploded into chaos. The war was prevented from happening close to Konoha, so in that aspect their mission had been a success… Yet there was still a war going on. It was just further away than the enemy had originally intended.

The two teams had been separated and somewhere in the mayhem, their team had all been split up. During the chaos, there was a lot of confusion about what had happened to his other team members.

The scent of death hung heavy in the putrid air.

…And that was when he saw him; standing over the fallen enemies like a god who had just conquered the earth. Now Iruka could see the silhouette of Kakashi in the distance…

Still the fallen Ninjas were rising up, as if from the dead… Driven by some unseen force, they attacked from out of nowhere. Iruka was a good bit away from the action, so he was safe, but still he saw what was going on.

One by one, they fell at the hand of the skilled Shinobi. Kakashi was lightning fast and he looked unstoppable in that instant. Standing over the bloody corpses, his eyes met Iruka's across the battlefield. And for a single moment, nothing stirred. It was as if time itself stood completely still. The dank air hung heavy and thick with the scent of fresh blood. The bloodlust was evident in the silver Shinobi's eyes.

Iruka has never seen anyone with so much power, so much dark thirst before… And he was mesmerized by it. He'd never seen his comrade like this. It was like seeing him with new eyes, in a whole new light.

It was chilling to watch the way his muscles twitched, as if in reflex, expecting another fight to start soon. Adrenaline surged through both of their veins, with every silent heartbeat.

It was then that he realized he was afraid not of Kakashi killing, but of him being killed. Even though he looked so strong and hard to kill, it was an all too real possibility. Shinobi live a short life, and that life can flicker out just like a fragile candle.

Then, something shattered the silence before he could think on it any longer. A battle cry filled the empty space between them. Kakashi turned to attack the person, but they both came to a sudden halt.

"Hold it!" Gai crashed onto the scene, from out of the mist. "Sorry Kakashi-san, I thought you were an enemy-"

"Gai, behind you!" Kakashi dodged around him, to slit another Ninja's throat with a kunai.

"He's fast…" Iruka found himself whispering to himself in the shattered silence.

But why should that surprise him? He had to remind himself that he'd been working with Kakashi for years. Why had he only just realized how amazing the man was?

"Iruka-san, are you okay over there?" Gai ran over to him, while Kakashi kept on the lookout.

"Yeah… Yeah I'm fine. I was just… It's nothing."

Kakashi just looked at him. Iruka's usually neat hairstyle was falling out of place; his brunette ponytail had gone lopsided. He looked worn weathered and disheveled… There was something highly appealing about when a man looked like that. His brown eyes glittered when he took a few steps closer to where they were, and Kakashi found himself holding his breath.

But before any of them could string together a single new thought, they were being attacked by enemy Shinobi all at once, it was an ambush. The three of them fought their way through, but Gai ended up being separated from them again.

Iruka made his way over to where Kakashi was fighting. He didn't want them to get separated again. Especially since that seemed to be the enemy's goal at the moment.

In the middle of the battlefield, the two fighters came together, standing back to back and fighting off enemies from both sides. It was a dangerous situation, but Iruka felt strangely safe with Kakashi's warm back pressed against his. This battle clearly wasn't going to end any time soon, and he wanted to savor every moment of it. He had no way of knowing if this might be his last fight. Though, from the way the enemies were dropping like flies, it didn't look that way right then…

Kakashi had to use Chidori a few times on the stronger ones, and for that Iruka would have to clear out for a moment before moving back in. It was like a beautiful dance they were somehow managing to pull off together, even though it wasn't choreographed.

"Iruka, are you okay?" Kakashi called over his shoulder, while they were still fighting.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" He called back. "How are you doing back there?"

"Never better."

The fight continued on for a while. The only sound between them for what felt like an eternity was the clashing of kunai and the sharp zing of shuriken being thrown.

Iruka wondered why Kakashi had bothered showing concern for him at all. As he stood atop a pile of dead bodies of the fallen Shinobi he'd killed, Kakashi had never looked more appealing to him. The ninja world controls and affects all the civilians, and yet Kakashi had always tried to be merciful in his killings. He hadn't even used the Sharingan yet.

Once the battle had come to a halt yet again, Kakashi and Iruka stopped to face each other. Both of them were panting heavily from the exertion of fighting. They were both a bit roughed up, but they had no serious injuries, other than a few scrapes and bruises, which were really nothing.

Before he could even think on it, Iruka found their lips were touching. Kakashi's soft breath whispered over his own, as the two touched each other lightly. Their lips met on the middle of the battlefield, and there was one brief moment where it was just the two of them there… Standing alone.

Now they were panting for a different reason, it seemed.

Kakashi had removed his mask, only long enough to steal a hot, fast-paced kiss from his team mate. Iruka momentarily regretted that he hadn't thought to steal a look at his infamous face while he had the perfect chance.

The kiss grew more and more heated, until the Copy-Nin slipped his tongue into Iruka's mouth. He moaned, and slipped an arm behind Kakashi's head. He felt warmth encircling him; the other man was clinging onto him for dear life. The two spent several minutes just clawing at each other, eating away at each other's mouth like two hungry kittens, before breaking for air.

"Cover me," Kakashi spoke the words hastily, and with authority, breaking Iruka from his heavenly reverie.

"Right."

Dazed for only a moment, Iruka shook it off. He had a job to do. And people's lives were depending on it. He couldn't afford to let something like a quick stolen kiss shake him up so badly…

Then they're standing back to back fighting enemies again. Iruka knew he would be okay with such a strong Shinobi at his side. But now there were issues at hand… What they'd just done was against every rule in the book, and yet neither of them seemed to care about that.

He sighed, not bothering to even try to figure it out. At the moment, he focused all of his power on the painful battle that was ahead of them.

The usual chatter could be heard throughout the small bar. The sound of glasses clanking together, the mingling of all sorts of different voices, and the occasionally sharp burst of laughter from one of the patrons…

Iruka had never really been all that fond of bars. But it was nice that both of the teams from their squad that had been on the mission could come here to relax together, now that the small war was finally over. He sighed, breathing in a relaxing breath and trying to fit in with the general atmosphere of such a place.

Tonight was a celebration of their victory over the plotting Mist Ninja. Kurenai and Asuma were cuddling on one side of the booth they were all sharing, while Anko sat behind them, being left out like always. Kakashi was situated between Gai and Iruka and seemed to be doing his best to act normal around Iruka after what happened. Neither of them really liked to think about it. Every time he saw another couple kiss, Kakashi would look away or cough uncomfortably. Sometimes he would clear his throat.

Iruka wondered if the Copy-Nin was ashamed of their earlier actions. It had been at least a week since that had happened, and they hadn't spoken of it since. Nothing else had happened between them. It was safe to assume the silver haired man regretted what they had done.

He decided that he would never approach the subject.

"Well?" Kakashi was looking at him now.

Embarrassed that he'd been lost in thought for so long, Iruka chose that moment to finally tune in. "Uh… what?" Normally he was sharp and alert. It wasn't really like him to zone out like that.

"I said, are you going to finish that?" Kakashi pointed to his drink, which still sat in front of him, completely untouched.

"Probably not. You can have it."

"I'd recommend something a little weaker for you, maybe… Something lighter, and more flavor maybe?"

"That isn't a Shinobi drink," Iruka made a face.

Kakashi chuckled, his only visible eye narrowing to form what he would assume was a smile. The mask the man wore really got in the way when it came to things like that. "We can share mine, if you'd like."

'Why is he being so nice to me?' Iruka wondered.

"Sure," He offered him a kind smile, taking the drink that had been offered to him.

They sat in silence, not really saying anything for a while. The others paid no attention as Kakashi and Iruka shared their drinks with each other. It probably wasn't the best thing to do, but Kakashi always drank everything through his mask. No one had ever really seen him eat.

"Let me buy you another one," The Copy-Ninja suggested.

Iruka was already feeling tipsy. "That's alright. I think I've had enough."

"Nonsense," The other man patted his back in a friendly way, before flagging the waitress over. "We'll have two more of these. On me."

She hurried over to the bar and soon came with two more of Kakashi's drink. Iruka didn't even know what it was, but it was better than what he'd ordered the first time. He wasn't much of a drinker, but Kakashi had a point. This was supposed to be a celebration, wasn't it? With that in mind, he tipped up another glass.

The conversation turned in an awkward direction. It was something Iruka wanted nothing to do with. Apparently Anko thought it was a good idea to talk about people they'd lost in the past. He was pretty much tuning all of them out at this point.

His thoughts lingered on what happened in the battlefield with Kakashi. It wasn't so bad… But it was awkward. And they had let their guard down. They could very well have been killed during that kiss. He tried to find ways to get his mind off it. But thanks to Kakashi's close proximity, and the alcohol, that wasn't working.

He noticed Kurenai and Asuma were turning in early for the night. Anko lingered, making several attempts at awkward conversation with Kakashi. The Copy-Nin just didn't seem interested in her, Iruka noted.

"So…" Kakashi turned to him. He was sure he was about to say goodnight and leave, probably… "Want to come with me back to my place?"

'Did I hear that correctly?' Iruka just blinked, stunned for a moment. 'Did he really just ask me if I wanted to-'

He needed an answer. The seconds ticked by, and all he could was stare back at the Copy Ninja in shock. He looked like a deer in headlights.

A hand raked through wispy silver hair, and Kakashi got out of the other side of the bench to leave. "You know what? Forget it. It was stupid of me to ask… I'm sorry, Iruka-sa-"

Before he knew what was happening, his hand reached out and grabbed Kakashi's shirt sleeve. "Wait. I'm sorry, I'll go with you."

"You will?" Kakashi made no move to pull away but he didn't move towards Iruka either. He seemed to be waiting for something else to happen.

"Yes, I would like that."

A/N: I'm a little rusty and I know I need to sharpen my writing skills… But I tried my best. KakaIru is a new pairing for me, it's something I haven't even considered before, really… So it was a challenge but one that I'm up for. I'd like to thank my friends for helping me with ideas for this. I hope you liked it. ;) I cannot really do oneshots, so here we have chapter 1. This was just basically to set the story up and all. Things should progress fairly quickly though. Just as a reminder, this IS going to be Mpreg. I hope it was acceptable so far.

-Kaline Reine