A/N: hello dearest readers, I just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate your feedback. I know I can't reply to everybody's reviews, but I just wanted to say I really enjoy reading what you think! Thanks again!
Note: I DO NOT write lemons, and this fic is rated T, so don't expect anything of that nature. Sorry to disappoint some of you but that's the way it is.
Another note: Naruto and Sasuke kind of snuck into this chapter. Not sure why. I hope you enjoy their scene too! It's very silly. And then there's more Kakashi/Iruka afterwards. Beware of the scary possessive Iruka!
Yet another note: I am going on a week-long trip starting on Sunday and won't have time to reply to your reviews, but I promise to reply when I come back, and also write the next chapter as fast as possible.
I hope this chapter is up to par. It's extra long! Enjoy!
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Chapter 7 – An Announcement
Kakashi deepened the kiss, pushing Iruka back on the couch. The Chunin flushed the deepest red, his hands trembling as they rested on the sides of Kakashi's waist. The grey-haired Jonin pulled away to take a breath of air and went on kissing Iruka, brushing his lips over Iruka's jaw, and then his neck.
All the flustered Chunin could manage was, "What . . . are you doing? Kakashi?"
"What your shirt says," Kakashi replied innocently.
Iruka cursed Anko for the hundredth time, burying his face in Kakashi's chest and trying not to smile. The Jonin hugged him gently.
"What am I supposed to say?" Iruka asked a bit tiredly.
"There's no wrong way to say you love somebody," Kakashi pointed out with a smirk.
"Okay. Well, I do," Iruka mumbled.
"You do what?"
"I love you."
"Oh."
Iruka pushed Kakashi onto his back, smiling slightly, still with a blush on his cheeks. Kakashi grinned and raised his eyebrows and Iruka playfully swatted him before leaning in to kiss his cheek.
"I had a crush on you when we were Genin," Iruka admitted. Kakashi's eyes widened comically.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" he asked, grabbing the brown-haired ninja's shoulders.
The Chunin rolled his eyes. "I-I'm kind of . . . sh-shy."
"You don't seem that shy right now!" Kakashi said with a smirk, motioning to how Iruka was lying on top of him. The Chunin blushed crimson and punched Kakashi, half in annoyance, half in affection, before he brought his lips down to kiss Kakashi again.
And of course that was the perfect moment for Naruto to burst in on his two sensei. You can only imagine his shock. Well, you try picturing two of your male teachers making out. Weird, right? Especially when one is a lazy pervert and the other is the mild-mannered shy type of guy!
Naruto had forgotten something or other and had come back to pick it up, but now he stood frozen with his mouth hanging open, staring at his two sensei. Iruka froze with his lips inches away from Kakashi's and did nothing until the blonde dashed from the room screaming "AHHH! What the hell!"
Then he collapsed on Kakashi's still bare chest and moaned in defeat. "What will Naruto think of me?"
Kakashi sighed, completely unfazed by the whole thing. "Hmm, he'll think you're a closet pervert who's been making out with another pervert . . . and he will never think of you the same again. You will be known as The Perverted Chunin!"
Iruka glared at the grey-haired ninja. "Thanks a lot," he growled, voice heavy with sarcasm.
Kakashi smiled lazily. "No, no, silly. I didn't mean that. He'll just be scarred for a little while, but it'll wear off eventually." Upon seeing that this didn't really comfort Iruka, the Jonin went on, and explained, "Well, if he thinks this is a shock he should wait till we get married – then he'll really freak out."
Iruka's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. And he blushed. It was an interesting sight. But had Kakashi just proposed to him in the middle of a sentence—completely out of the blue? The Chunin stood up shakily, straightening his rumpled clothing and fixing his messy hair. Kakashi raised an eyebrow and pulled him back onto the couch smiling simply.
"Where do you think you're going, eh?" he asked.
"Nowhere . . ." Iruka answered uncertainly.
"Good!" Kakashi crowed, a grin spreading across his face. "I was hoping I could get at least a few more kisses in," he explained with a wink as he began to lift Iruka's shirt over his head. The Chunin stifled a laugh and let Kakashi press his soft lips on his own once more.
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Naruto panted as he knocked on Sasuke's door. When the Uchiha opened it, the blonde stumbled in, running straight into him. Sasuke caught Naruto and closed the door behind him, an irate expression on his face.
"Have some manners, dobe. Try not to run into me," he growled.
Naruto waved it off. "Hey, you're my boyfriend. I can do whatever I want to you," he said with a grin.
Sasuke glared but had to turn away as a blush crept up his cheeks. "Whatever. Why did you come here anyway?"
The blonde sobered. "Okay. You won't believe this, Sasuke, but . . ."
"Yes, moron? This can't be that shocking. Just spit it out."
"Alright! I'm getting to it! Okay . . . well I forgot some stuff back at Iruka's house and so I went back to get it but when I opened the door –" Sasuke raised an eyebrow inquisitively "– Iruka-sensei and Kakashi-sensei were making out!"
"Why is that perverted? You and me . . . have too . . . you know . . . um . . ." Sasuke muttered, blushing again and sticking his hands in his pockets as he turned away for a second time.
Naruto shook his head, completely serious. "I didn't say it was perverted. It just wasn't . . . well, I thought that Kakashi would be . . . ah, what do fangirls call it? The seme?"
Sasuke rolled his eyes. "What the hell are you talking about? What's a seme?"
"The opposite of uke."
"What's an uke?"
"You."
"What?"
Naruto sighed. "This is going to take a lot of explaining. Come here."
Sasuke took a step towards Naruto a bit suspiciously. "Okay, idiot. What's an uke?"
Naruto cleared his throat in a very teacher-like manner. "The uke is the more submissive one in a relationship, while the seme is the more dominant one." He tapped Sasuke's cheek. "See this blush? That's uke-ish."
Sasuke gave him a blank look.
"See this girly hair?" Naruto ran his fingers through the Uchiha's dark locks. "That's uke-ish too."
Sasuke growled and swatted the blonde's hand away. "That's going too far! I am NOT girly! Take it back!"
Naruto ignored his boyfriend's threatening glare. "Now your attitude is quite seme-ish, I have to say. But you're still uke."
"Why?" Sasuke asked indignantly.
Naruto grinned as he wrapped his arms around Sasuke's waist. "Because," he deadpanned, "you're in denial about your own uke-ness."
"What?" Sasuke asked incredulously, shaking his head. "Wait, this conversation has gotten way off topic. What were we talking about originally?"
"Kakashi and Iruka."
"Right. And you were saying that Iruka was seme and that it surprised you?"
"Yeah."
"Why did you think Iruka was seme?"
"He was lying on top of Kakashi-sensei!" Naruto gave Sasuke a look as if to say 'obviously!'
The Uchiha shook his head. "Just because Iruka was lying on top of Kakashi, it doesn't make him seme."
"What do you mean?"
Sasuke turned a ridiculous shade of pink. He grabbed Naruto's hand and pushed him to the floor, pinning him there so he couldn't move. "You said I was uke, but I can still pin you to the floor under me, right?"
Naruto grinned. "Yeah, I guess so." He paused. "Well, this makes a lot more sense now. Kakashi is more of the seme type I think."
Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "I really don't want to think about that anymore. It's creeping me out. They're our teachers."
Naruto nodded. "I see you're point."
"Anyway," Sasuke went on. "You were saying I was in denial or something?"
"About you being uke, yes," Naruto said with a ridiculous grin.
"So that means if I wasn't in denial anymore I wouldn't be uke?"
Naruto silently cackled. "No."
"WHAT?!"
"Being uke runs in your blood, Sasuke," Naruto explained, face completely serious. "It is your fate."
"Ugh!" Sasuke growled. Naruto was completely unprepared for what came next. Sasuke put his hands around Naruto's neck and jerked him upwards, bringing his lips down to rest on the blonde's in a passionate kiss.
When he drew back they were both panting. "See, that was pretty seme of me, wasn't it?" Sasuke asked with a smirk.
Naruto shook his head, smiling. "I admit you're a good kisser, but you're still uke. There are just some things that can't be changed."
Sasuke glared at him and rolled his eyes, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "FINE!" he shouted at his boyfriend. Naruto smirked with glee.
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Iruka broke the kiss and smiled a bit bashfully down at Kakashi. The Jonin's grey hair was lying every which way across the pillows of the couch. He reached out and brushed the silver locks out of Kakashi's face.
The Jonin's eyes became two smiling half-moons. "You have such a tender side, Iruka," he whispered.
The Chunin bit his lip and blushed again, not knowing what to say. After a pause, he said a bit haltingly, "Well, I've wanted to run my fingers through your hair for ages, but I just never . . . well . . ." He shrugged.
Kakashi shook his head. "You should have told me you liked me."
The brown-haired Chunin groaned. "Stop guilt-tripping me. It's mean! I would have told you if I wasn't so scared you'd reject me."
"Reject you? Why would I do that?"
Iruka stuck out his lower lip. "Because you're mean."
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
Iruka chuckled. "You know, you sound like one of the Genin I teach. You're so immature, Kakashi-sensei!" he said with a smile.
The Jonin smirked. "But you love me anyway."
"Yeah," Iruka sighed ruefully. He nestled against Kakashi's chest. "Hey, how's you're house doing? Is it still flooded?"
Kakashi blinked innocently. "Why yes it is. I'm afraid I'm going to have to stay here for another week."
Iruka nodded, completely ignorant to the copy-ninja's blatant lie. "That's fine. What do you normally eat for dinner? I was planning on going to the grocery store later."
As Kakashi outlined his usual shopping list he mused to himself that Iruka would make the perfect husband. He wrapped his arms a bit possessively around the Chunin and smiled.
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They decided to go shopping together since neither liked the idea of staying alone at home for very long. You know how new lovers are. So they both went to the grocery store and helped each other with the dinner shopping.
Iruka walked over to a stand of fruit. "What do you think about having some berries? It's summer and they're in season."
"For dinner?" Kakashi asked, walking over and sliding an arm around Iruka's waist, much to the Chunin's embarrassment. "What kind of food do you eat? Berries have no substance. Do you usually starve?" he joked.
"N-no," Iruka exclaimed, eyes darting around as he noticed that the other shoppers were turning to stair at the two sensei. He turned to face Kakashi and realized that they were standing extremely close. Extremely intimate. He furrowed his brow. "Kakashi, have a bit of sense. People are staring at us!" He promptly removed Kakashi's hands from his waist and took a step back.
"What?" Kakashi asked innocently. "It's not inappropriate to show that kind of public affection."
"Well . . ."
"I'm not embarrassed about it," Kakashi pointed out.
"But . . ." Iruka whispered nervously. "You see . . ."
"Why should we hide our love?" Kakashi asked, putting on an expression of mock-hurt. "Why should we deny our feelings?" he went on, placing both hands over his heart theatrically. And he was definitely not keeping his voice down.
"Sssshh!" Iruka whispered vehemently. "Do you want people to hear us?"
Kakashi winked. "Ah, but they already have."
Iruka's eye twitched.
"Iruka-sensei," Kakashi pouted, running a hand along the Chunin's arm and pulling him so close that he could feel the other ninja's heart beat against his own, their bodies pressed together. "We may as well let everyone know about our feelings for each other. It shouldn't be a secret." He smiled smugly underneath his mask.
Iruka stared up at Kakashi with a bit of apprehension as he saw the Jonin discard his mask and lean in closer, his lips inches away from his own. He was faintly aware of the people surrounding them, watching with bated breath. He heard a few whispers and a few giggles, but he couldn't concentrate on anything but Kakashi's beautiful eyes and those soft, soft lips . . . He felt his lids closing and he wondered if this was really a good idea – to kiss in public like this – but once he felt Kakashi's lips on his own he didn't feel an ounce of regret.
It was a fact – the copy nin was a good kisser.
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The two sensei sprung apart as they heard laughter behind them. Whirling around, they were surprised to see a certain group of Genin. Naruto, Sakura, Lee, and Tenten all stood there with smiles on their faces. Sasuke and Neji were both merely raising their eyebrows in amusement.
Iruka's cheeks burned and he tried to fight down the smile on his lips. He couldn't help feeling this happy after he kissed the copy-ninja. It just wasn't his fault. But he had to keep face in front of his students. But his students seemed to not be themselves this evening. All six of the Genin were whispering and laughing uncontrollably, nodding and grinning as if . . .
Suddenly it dawned on Iruka. "You all knew that I liked Kakashi this whole time?" the Chunin managed, his eyes impossibly wide.
Sakura nodded. "Of course we did. That blush of yours has no other explanation."
Iruka turned to Kakashi in shock and the Jonin merely nodded to affirm Sakura's statement. Iruka held his head in his hands. "I can't believe you all knew!" he gasped.
All the Genin laughed at their teacher's expense, even the normally-cold Sasuke. But then suddenly Naruto held up a hand, on his face a look that showed that something was dawning on him.
"What's going on?" Iruka muttered. Kakashi merely shrugged.
Naruto slowly held out a finger to point at the Jonin. "KAKASHI-SENSEI WITH NO MASK!" he gasped out.
Sure enough, the grey-haired ninja had forgotten to create a genjutsu or put on his mask after the kiss.
"Damn it!" Kakashi swore, hiding behind Iruka who had temporarily become his human shield.
"Why do you even wear a mask most of the time?" Iruka whispered back to the Jonin. Kakashi merely motioned to the rest of the store. "Oh," Iruka whispered in awe.
It seemed that all of the female (and a small fraction of the male) customers had started walking slowly towards the pair of sensei. It was a horde of love-struck fan-girls and fan-boys. Or should I say fan-ninja?
"So you're just so good-looking that you have to wear a mask all the time?"
"Yeah," Kakashi answered with a smile, shaking his head as if to say 'what? It's not my fault I'm sexy.'
Iruka glared at the surrounding men and women, lowering his eyebrows as a few of them took steps closer. He eventually decided he had to take desperate measures. The Chunin cleared his throat. "E-excuse me – " he began, but then stopped. What am I doing? he thought to himself. I have to use authority here! He cleared his throat again. "Excuse me!" Iruka barked, clenching his fists as he put on his best scolding tone. "This ninja," – he pointed at Kakashi, who was still huddled behind him, readjusting his mask – "is my boyfriend. My lover. My future husband. Mine to kiss and hug and SLEEP WITH, DAMN IT! He's mine! MINE! Got that?" He gave the surrounding ninja a piercing glare. A very piercing glare. It would have scared any S-class criminal half to death.
After a few terrified glances amongst themselves, the customers scuttled off back to their shopping. Iruka smiled to himself. Well, that seemed to have worked. They'll never bother us again. He turned around, beaming, to look at the Genin.
They seemed to have collapsed to the ground, holding their sides in laughter.
Naruto raised a finger and pointed at Iruka. "P-p-possessive – gahahahah!!" he chocked through bouts of laughter. "Iruka-sensei is a possessive – a possessive - gahaha – uke!! HAHAHAH!" The blonde's eyes were tearing up with laughter.
And it was then that Iruka saw the error of his ways. He would be teased. Mercilessly. For years.
But the Chunin had a question. He was confused about something. He was about to ask Kakashi, but the Jonin seemed to be distracted. Kakashi's expression (or all that you could see of it, considering his now-present mask) was particularly interesting. He seemed to be experiencing a mixture of shock, hysterics, and extreme amusement. "Iruka!" he whispered urgently after a minute, eyes wide. "Are you sure you had to add the part about sleeping with me in that little speech of yours? That might have been going over the top." His eyes curved into half-moons. "Even though it's true. You silly little possessive uke."
Iruka, blushing crimson from Kakashi's tone, opened his mouth to respond, but decided it was better not to reply yet. He bit his lip and grabbed Kakashi's arm, dragging him outside into the night air. The Jonin's eyes widened a bit in surprise. "Er, what are you doing?"
Iruka turned to him. "Um, Kakashi? What's an uke?"
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A/N: Hope you all enjoyed it! You can picture the following scene, can't you? Kakashi has to show Iruka what an 'uke' is. –winkwink– Well, next chapter will probably be an epilogue/the last chapter. Sad but true. This fic has to end at some point! –sniff–
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