/4/
For sure, Umino Iruka wasn't a lightweight at all! Kakashi even grunted several times while he maneuvered through the neat apartment with the sleeping teacher in his arms.
Soon enough he entered the room, which looked like a bedroom. At least Kakashi thought so, because there was a huge bed in it.
That enormous bed occupied almost the whole space of the small room.
Kakashi tilted his head to the side and took a glimpse at the man in his arms with a double interest.
Huge bed, nice dreams...
Bewitched by the ideas these phrases awoke in him, Kakashi hummed, but immediately decided to concentrate on reality.
Because dreams and reality were two different things. Such a pity Umino Iruka didn't understand that.
On the other hand, maybe the teacher understood it too well, refusing Kakashi's suggestions like that. Well, with his reading preferences, hermit-lifestyle and all, Kakashi wasn't an expert either.
'To look at us this way,' thought Kakashi, 'two independent human beings, like me and Umino Iruka, for example, have no real chance on any close relationship. Satisfied with our fantasies, we cut the real world off and thus become inaccessible.'
Kakashi shook his head, breaking the dangerous thinking process. Right, back to reality, as quick as possible.
First things first, Kakashi contemplated his further actions, and firmly decided it wouldn't be good for Umino Iruka to sleep fully clothed. His pants, vest and shirt were dirty and dusty from being worn outside, so these had to go off either way.
Accurately, Kakashi laid Umino Iruka on the bed and began to undress him.
Slowly, his hands began to roam along the fit body of the teacher.
The fit, well-trained body.
The lean, strong body of a grown up, young man.
The body as if especially created to give pleasure and be pleasured.
Kakashi narrowed his eyes.
Now that he took all unnecessary garments off, Umino Iruka looked deliciously good in his undershirt and briefs. Kakashi wondered if he should take these off him, too.
For more comfort. The body must rest, right?
While he already saw Umino Iruka naked, when peeped into his dream, the real thing looked and felt different. It was much, much better.
Pleasant thrills ran down Kakashi's spine when his fingertips slid along the tender, light-brown skin.
With a sigh, Kakashi pulled his hands away from defenseless Umino Iruka and covered him with the blanket.
He'd better not undress the teacher further.
He'd better keep his hands to himself.
With another sigh, Kakashi observed the sleeping man's face in front of him. He looked so tranquil, who'd guess he could be a loud handful.
Kakashi called the hokage's orders to mind. According to them, he had to make sure Umino Iruka sleeps peacefully.
What else could he do for that?
The only thing he could do was to stay near Umino Iruka and guard his sleep.
Kakashi realized that he was tired, too. Therefore, maybe a good sleep won't hurt him either.
He looked around. It seemed there was only one bed in this apartment.
Well, no choice, then.
Kakashi took off his own clothes, except for his undershirt, boxers and ever present mask, and climbed onto the bed. The mattress was high-resilient and bouncy. And the bed was so big, that Kakashi could safely rest on the other side of it without bothering its other occupant.
However, as soon as Kakashi's body took place on the surface of the bed, Umino Iruka rolled over in his sleep, closer to him.
Kakashi moved a little to the opposite side, but Umino Iruka moved in that direction too. He stretched out his hand and leg and entwined them with Kakashi's. Kakashi froze, hoping the teacher would move away after a while. Nevertheless, a minute later the man moved even closer.
Umino Iruka successfully moved until he finally snuggled to Kakashi's side.
Once again, Kakashi reminded himself, almost aloud, that he was here because he had to complete hokage's personal errand - to make sure Umino Iruka sleeps peacefully. If the peaceful sleeping meant snuggling, Kakashi could live with it.
Carefully, Kakashi embraced the teacher with his free hand, letting him nest comfortably.
To tell the truth, the contact felt very nice. Kakashi may as well enjoy this while he could.
'However, for me now it's a must to wake up first,' he thought, yawning behind his mask. 'If Umino Iruka wakes up and finds himself in this position, who knows what he would perform then.'
Kakashi didn't want to be killed yet, even in spite of dying in the bed at home was on his list of preferable deaths.
Thus, he set up his inner alarm, closed his eyes and allowed a deep peaceful sleep to take over his tired self.
To Kakashi's utter shock, the next time he opened his eyes, there was Umino Iruka, wide-awake and staring closely at him.
'Ups!' the inner alarm went off, hammering in Kakashi's head.
Kakashi was enormously surprised, dumbstruck, and almost began to panic in foretaste of Umino Iruka's reaction.
Nevertheless, Umino Iruka managed to surprise him even more. He blinked several times, very innocently, and then smiled warmly.
"Hey," with a barely audible whisper he pressed his nose to Kakashi's masked nose.
"Yo," Kakashi mumbled in his turn.
He just realized how close they were.
And how their limbs were mixed together.
And how persistently the teacher pressed into him, making him roll onto his back.
"Missed you," Umino Iruka's lips whispered directly to Kakashi's mouth as the teacher climbed on top of Kakashi's body.
"Good," Kakashi managed to sound casual.
It was a rather hard thing to do, when Umino Iruka was enthusiastically straddling his hips.
"Your real-life version is doing his best to drive me mad. Why isn't he as nice as you are now?"
If, a second ago, Kakashi thought nothing could surprise him anymore, now he knew he was very, very wrong.
Kakashi knew well, that what was driving Umino Iruka mad was actually his humble self. His annoying self was disturbing Umino Iruka's privacy, attempting to pry into his intimate dreams… and… and…
'Wait, what?' Kakashi's thoughts raced frantically, 'Umino Iruka thinks he is not awake, but is currently dreaming? About me?'
The way Umino Iruka was smiling at him told Kakashi that he was probably right.
Almost physically, Kakashi felt his genius brain try its best to digest the new information and come up with the plan how to deal with this situation.
Umino Iruka, on the other hand, tried his best to distract Kakashi.
He squeezed Kakashi's hips with his thighs, and ran his hand through Kakashi's hair, caressing the sensitive scalp with his skillful fingertips.
Kakashi's body was slowly converting to malleable clay.
"Be nice to me today," Umino Iruka murmured into Kakashi's ear, "please?"
After what he nuzzled the pale cheek, and, suddenly, pressed his lips directly to Kakashi's masked ones.
The kiss was short and chaste, just a smack, but to Kakashi it felt as if he was turned upside down and inside out and backwards. His entire world turned.
He desired this man so much he could say nothing against his instincts anymore.
On their own accord, Kakashi's hands entwined around the teacher's waist and pulled him closer.
Kakashi's lips now, too, moved independently, because he heard his own singsong voice.
"Of course, I will do anything you want."
