A/N: Thank you all for reading and I definitely appreciate the reviews and alerts! Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter... I was busy pondering the topic of sex. ;) The original version of this chapter (which is posted here on FF) doesn't have any... it just fades to black. However, you can thank Futago no Seishi for requesting all the raunchy details (although I'm not sure how raunchy it turned out to be... haha), since without her persuasion the 'missing scene' would never have been written. That scene will be posted on my AO3 (under 'Manzokuda,' or you can search by the story title). For those who are old enough to read it and have any interest, have at it! For those who like it clean, I think the story still works without it.

I also had to fix both chapters to re-insert scene breaks... don't know why FF doesn't seem to like dashes!

Onward!

Beta'd by Futago no Seishi

~ Part 2 ~

"Is everything alright, Shion-san?"

Iruka wasn't sure what type of karma he'd incurred in a previous life, but he must have done something heinous to deserve this.

He had Copy Ninja Sharingan Kakashi drooling in his lap, a suspicious guard behind his back, he was in the midst of a delicate balancing act of deception, and all while dressed up like a girl! In makeup!

Why had Sandaime assigned him this mission again? Although it hadn't seemed like it would be too difficult at the time, in all actuality he had just become a chuunin a month ago. He definitely admitted that there was a lot he still needed to learn, but other than the dressing-up-like-a-girl bit, it hadn't looked too hard. Just go undercover as a maiko in Bara under the supervision of the client-the proprietress of a geisha house-find out why her business had tanked recently, and deliver the information to her. It was a basic C-Class mission. The only downside, other than the dressing-up-like-a-girl bit was that it was expected to take a few weeks to complete.

And he had done okay so far, really. After looking at the Hokage suspiciously for a bit-how likely was it that ALL the potential female candidates were unavailable at the time?-he had grudgingly accepted after Sandaime buttered him up about how perfect he was for the role, after his experience as a prankster sneaking around, his quick thinking and his youth (read: underdeveloped girly figure). He had managed to charm all the occupants of the geisha house and assimilated easily into the flow and banter of daily life as a maiko.

Even while having to deal with assholes who thought he was that kind of onsen geisha, it wasn't all that bad. All he had to do to dissuade those types of clients who thought they would get a little more 'service' than stated was to make a slight hand motion to the bodyguard assigned to him, and the client would find himself summarily escorted to the street and the door firmly closed after him.

But really, three days into his mission and freaking Sharingan Kakashi had to throw a wrench in it?

"Shion-san?" The guard called again from the doorway of the entertainment hall. Iruka had just stepped outside after his last client of the night thanked him for his lovely playing and slipped him a large tip. Iruka was just glad that playing the koto was similar enough to playing a guitar that he had picked it up relatively easily.

Iruka snapped to attention. "Ah... Sorry, Amano-san. Are you done for the night as well?"

At the other man's gruff confirmation, Iruka looked down at the man passed out peacefully in his arms.

No matter how annoyed he was by the interruption in his plans, Hatake-san was an important member of his village, and a fellow shinobi that was currently vulnerable and needed to get to safety... right?

Right.

Iruka sighed. "Amano-san, can I trouble you for a favor? Can you please help me carry him back home? I can't leave him out here..."

Of course, he could have carried Hatake-san back himself, but with a witness and him pretending to be a civilian girl... he had to hold back.

"Shion-san," Amano Akio said slowly. "This man is drunk. He cannot be allowed to be alone with you. He could... take advantage of you!"

Iruka thought quickly. "Don't worry, Amano-san!" He said with a light laugh, his expression slightly bashful which he let fade slowly into a faint bitterness. "He's my idiot brother, and you can be sure I'll scold him for drinking too much tomorrow when he wakes up with a terrible headache. After our parents died, I had to take care of him, even though he's the older one! Please, won't you help me?"

He looked up at the other man with pleading eyes.

~ o ~

Ten minutes later, Akio was slinging Kakashi's limp form onto Iruka's bed, quickly saying goodnight and shuffling awkwardly out of "Shion's" room.

Iruka put his hands on his hips and stared down at the other man snoozing so peacefully in his bed, limbs sprawled all over the place. Now, where was he going to sleep?

With a sigh, Iruka pulled an extra futon and pillow out of the storage compartment and laid it on the floor. It wouldn't be too bad, he was used to sleeping on worse for missions where he had to make camp outdoors. He went over to the corner washbasin to clean his face, scrubbing at the stubborn bits of white makeup that refused to wash away with a hand towel.

He returned to the bedside to look at the current occupant of his bed, noting the crazy hairstyle and suspiciously masked face. Why was he masked, anyway? Was he hiding a hideous face underneath? Scars? Buck-teeth? Pimples?

Iruka tried to imagine Kakashi with anything other than a generic face. Freckles?

No, he couldn't see it.

Gaze trailing down the other man's body, Iruka paused at the sandaled feet. He caught his lower lip between his teeth and worried it slightly as he wondered whether he should help remove them or not. On one hand, it would be more comfortable for his fellow shinobi and would help keep his bed clean for the rest of the mission. On the other hand... he was Sharingan Kakashi, and his reflexes were sure to be sharp. But then again, Amano-san had pretty much lugged him all this way without a twitch from him, so...

Iruka leaned forward to unfasten the sandals.

Later, he would wonder whether he had even managed to touch the other man's ankle before he was suddenly rolled and pinned to the bed, staring up in shock at a sleepy-looking Copy Nin.

~ o ~

Kakashi startled awake instinctively, blinking down at the warm bundle beneath him. He was hit with a sudden feeling of deja vu as he gazed down at those lovely warm brown eyes. He recognized those eyes, even though the tanned skin under the face paint that was now revealed made the girl look a lot different (but better), Kakashi thought.

"I don't like wearing it either," The girl huffed (delightfully!) to Kakashi's (unspoken?) comment.

"You shouldn't," He said, eye curved into a smile, reaching out to lightly caress the smooth-edged scar that traversed her nose and otherwise unmarred skin. The rich crimson and gold fabric of her kimono made her skin glow.

"Cuuuuute..." He murmured, still smiling happily.

She flushed deeply, seeming to realize for the first time the predicament she found herself in. "Um, Shinobi-san, do you mind...?"

Instead of retreating, Kakashi found himself moving closer, face nuzzling into that delicious curve of neck he had previously scented. He could have spent the entire night just resting in the comfort of that warm spot.

"You smell really good," He sighed.

The warmth of the other's blush heating skin only made the smell of citrus and honey intensify. Kakashi was starting to feel dizzy.

He could vaguely hear the girl protesting, but his senses were focused solely on that delicate curve.

He really wanted to taste...

"Aarg-eep!" The girl garbled.

Kakashi leaned back slightly to look at her blushing face. "Aarg-eep?" He repeated.

"I really meant 'Eep!'" The girl replied apologetically. "It just came out wrong."

"Well, then," Kakashi said.

"MMMPHH!"

~ o ~

Iruka wasn't really sure what was going on anymore, he thought dazedly as a pair of warm, slightly chapped (bare!) lips pressed against his. He wasn't sure where the other man's mask had gone, and this was the perfect time to open his eyes (when exactly had they closed?) and find out what was really under that mask, but...

Oh.

OH.

Well, when put that way, it definitely made sense that parting their lips would make the kiss wetter and...

Iruka felt himself melting into Kakashi's embrace, his mind's protests growing fainter until they slowly faded into silence. He was immersed in the feeling of strong hands sliding to his waist gently but firmly. One of Kakashi's hands took a detour up to stroke the messy remains of his hair-do, nimbly undoing the intricate hairpins and letting the entire mass of his hair down in a dark wave.

Kakashi deepened the kiss, tongue teasing the inside of Iruka's mouth. When Iruka's tongue flicked back in response, Kakashi groaned and and pressed closer, their bodies lining up just right until Iruka could feel the heat and pressure of Kakashi's desire for him against his own.

Kakashi stilled, then pulled slightly away. Iruka opened his eyes and reached out in a mute protest.

Kakashi was looking at him, his expression oddly blank. Iruka was distracted with his first sight of the other's face-He was right! It was generically attractive, with only a single vertical scar trailing down from his covered eye-and the slowly fading muzzy heat obscuring his higher thoughts, although something in his mind was trying to let him know about something he had forgotten... something about himself...

Oh, shit. Iruka's eyes widened and tiny tendrils of panic started to grow. How had he forgotten that he was undercover? As a -girl-?! And Kakashi had just felt how much of a girl he -wasn't-...

Iruka was just about to push Kakashi away and figure out some sort of excuse to salvage his mission, when-

"So pretty," Kakashi smiled, diving back in.

~ o ~

A/N 2: In the beginning of this chapter, Iruka mentions being mistaken for an "onsen geisha." According to wikipedia, onsen geisha are the lower-class geisha who work in hot springs and usually sell themselves instead of their artistic talents. Since Bara is a hot spring vacation destination, a lot of people seem to be confused.

A/N 3: True story, it took me a few seconds to randomly think of a Japanese girl's name for Iruka's cover identity. Then, I had to look it up to make sure it didn't have some sort of weird meaning. Turns out that "Shion" is also a homonym for a word meaning "the kindness of a teacher," which I thought apropos.