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 3:

Upon awakening, Iruka felt incredibly foolish. He jolted awake with a start, when he realized where he was. This was Kakashi's bedroom, in Kakashi's apartment… Kakashi's arms were wrapped around his waist, and the older man was spooning him comfortably.

"I didn't mean to be so- I mean I never- I'm sorry for… For spending the night!" He wailed. "I'm so stupid!"

"Don't say that," Kakashi turned him over, and lightly kissed his swollen lips. "It was perfectly fine."

It was morning outside. Iruka groaned at the sunlight that came in through the windows. He wasn't used to drinking so much. And right now, he wanted to be anywhere but here…

"I'm sorry, Kakashi… -san…"

Kakashi visibly winced at the way his lover had gone back to referring to him in such a formal way. "Kakashi-kun," He corrected.

"Right." Iruka rolled out of bed, and went to the kitchen to retrieve his clothes. He paid no attention to the way Kakashi was following him around. "Well I have to go. I've got lots to do today, and uhm…"

"It's your day off."

"Hm? Well you know, it's just… I uh…" He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, as if the answer to his sudden departure could be found there. "I really have to go."

The Copy-Nin just nodded, and waited while Iruka put his clothes back on. Kakashi was already wearing a pair of dark gray boxers when they woke up. Apparently he hadn't fallen asleep so quickly, as Iruka had. It was most likely due to the alcohol though, and they both knew it.

"Then goodbye for now, Iru-kun…"

Kakashi kissed his lips again, sweetly. It made Iruka's stomach turn somersaults inside of him when they touched. He did kiss him back a little, albeit hesitantly. Soon, he had to make himself pull away.

"See you around."


Iruka didn't have much time to think about what had happened between the two of them. The first day it had driven him mad. He had tried to think… Tried to figure out all the different possible hidden meanings behind every thing that happened. It was an impossible and daunting task.

After he had thoroughly exhausted himself mentally, he'd eaten something to calm his nerves. And then he'd decided on a bath to help him relax. Only, it had relaxed him a little too much, and he'd nearly fallen asleep again.

He had never known that a night with Kakashi could possibly be so draining… After cleaning himself up, he just decided that since it was his day off, he could sleep. He had no other obligations. There was no one waiting for him, no one to meet with or talk to… And since he had no family, he knew that no one would disturb him. Secretly, he entertained fantasies of Kakashi coming to his house, knocking on his door, and rousing him from his sleep. In the back of his mind, he knew that wouldn't happen. Not after the way he had acted.

When he woke up, he realized that his assumption had been correct. Nothing.

He spent the rest of that day agonizing over what had happened, and trying to find numerous ways to distract himself.

A week later, and he was still doing the same thing. He had come to conclusions about a few things, but he wasn't ready to admit it to anyone yet, or even to himself…

He was focusing more on the lustful side of things, not taking into account the way that Kakashi might have felt. Even if he had, he knew the other man was trying to make their situation into more than it was. It was true that he did spent way more time than was healthy thinking about the Copy-Nin…

However, love between two Shinobi was dark thing indeed. It was never meant to be taken lightly, as stereotypical love between two people so often was. Because it wasn't love between two people… It was love between two killers; and in this case, two men. Men who took the lives of others for a living. It was more than just their job, it was their duty. They had to lay their lives on the line every day, fighting other men who also killed people for a living.

It would be so easy for them to die. Just like the countless others they had both slaughtered. He shuddered at the mere thought of that happening. He would never see Kakashi again… Or Kakashi would never see him again.

'Why am I still over-analyzing this?' He chastised himself. 'I should be focusing on my life, not worrying about someone who probably isn't even thinking about me.'

Then he started wondering if maybe Kakashi was thinking of him right now… It was so weird. He'd spent all week teaching at the Ninja academy, and now it was the weekend. He had time off, and nothing to do with that time, really. He didn't have any missions to go on right now, and things in Konoha were slow in general.

It was at that very moment, while Iruka was busy thinking things over, and worrying… That someone knocked on his door. He had just removed his shirt, taking off his uniform for the day. He was almost positive that whoever it was probably had the wrong house.

"Kakashi-san? What are you doing he-" His mouth was seized by a familiar pair of lips, and his mouth was accosted by a hungry tongue. He pushed the person away from him for a moment, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"It looks like you're happy to see me," Kakashi reached down, and stroked the erection that was starting to form in Iruka's pants. "Can I come in?"

'Come in my house, or cum in me?' The dirtier side of his mind wanted to ask. 'Shut up…' He told it.

"Sure… But what are you doing here?"

"I can't drop by to see how you are?" Kakashi allowed his eyes to roam Iruka's bare body, before finally meeting his angry gaze. "I thought we could… talk?"

"Talking seems to be the farthest thing from your mind… But I'm not complaining."

Iruka took his hand, and led him to the bedroom. He was somewhat pleased with this new development. He didn't really think he would see Kakashi again. Especially not this soon. Not that he was complaining, though.

Kakashi struck him with brute force, overpowering him onto the bed. One of the legs snapped, and their world now lay at an odd angle. But neither of them cared. They were too lost in each other. The heat coursed through him like lightning, too fast to really notice when it had begun.

In a matter of moments, Iruka's pants were being torn off from his overstimulated body. Soon Kakashi was naked too, and he was grinding against his captive. He slid a leg in between Iruka's, and the Copy Nin began to move it back and forth rhythmically. It sent the younger Jounin to heaven… He moaned, and tried to resist the urge to buck his hips into that delicious friction.

"I really want to try something," Iruka said.

He didn't wait for permission. Instead, he bent down quickly to lick at the salty head of Kakashi's cock. It tasted good. He gave the tip an experimental lick, before taking at least half of the shaft into his mouth. He worked his lips up and down over it, sucking for all he was worth. He liked listening to Kakashi's moan.

It didn't take long for Kakashi to be inside him. There was no preparation, other than the saliva that coat the Copy-Nin's member. He'd stopped Iruka from that wonderful, stimulating assault of his senses.

"I need you…" Kakashi moaned, as he pushed inside. "I'm sorry… I don't mean to be rough."

"I like it this way."

Iruka had been flipped, so that he was on his hands and knees now. The bed was still at an angle, having one side of it broken from the original impact. It wasn't funny right now, but he assumed he might have a good laugh about it later…

The big, thick length slid in and out of him, making some wet sounds. He'd done a good job of sucking Kakashi off earlier. The man was nice and slippery for him. They continued to fuck like horny rabbits, until all at once Kakashi let himself go. Unable to hold back anymore, he spilled his seed into Iruka's willing, waiting insides.

"Oooh, oh god!"

Iruka came into Kakashi's hand, when he was stroked, few second later. Some of it spilled out onto his ruined bed. He was too drained to care.

"That… was intense…" Iruka panted.

Really, he wanted to talk more about it. He had thought that the other night in Kakashi's apartment was a one time thing. But the Copy-Nin seemed confident that he could come back for more, any time he felt like it. When the silver haired Ninja did not deign to answer him, he rolled over on his side.

Kakashi put his arms around Iruka, but remained silent. He, too, was tired now.

"Kakashi… We need to talk."

"I just got done with a mission," Kakashi started to get dressed, pulling on his boxers, and then his dark gray uniform pants. "Can't we talk about this a little later?"

And in a flash, he was gone.

…Something had to be done about this. Iruka was all alone in his empty house. He felt somewhat abandoned.


After Iruka had spent all day repairing his bed, he was left with nothing to do. His house was immaculately clean. This was a direct result of his encounters with Kakashi, lately. He had been trying to keep himself busy.

Now there was nothing left to do. Nothing needed cleaning, and he needed to find a way to distract himself.

He'd been so embarrassed to go shopping for repair supplies. He knew the Copy-Ninja was rough in bed, but he didn't actually think it would break his bed! And then there was also the problem of having to go out in public, and admit to everyone that his bed was broken. The sneaky little chuckles people would sneak in, and the way they all acted like they knew some sort of secret did not help.

Iruka knew he was facing a real problem. He couldn't talk to the other man about how he was feeling. Kakashi had made that abundantly clear. But he also kept coming back for more. His actions contradicted each other, and this only served to deepen the Shinobi's confusion.

He felt nauseous, and he needed to lie down… On his sofa. Not the bed. Anywhere but there was good.


A/N: I know it doesn't seem like the story progressed much this chapter but the next chapter is going to be more meaningful, I promise. I'm not sure what else to say about this right now. I've been really busy through the holidays or I would have updated sooner.

-Kaline Reine