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Even though Umino Iruka made several weak efforts to escape his arms, Kakashi had no intention to let him go. He highly enjoyed this lazing around in a sleepy state, just the two of them in Umino Iruka's huge and comfortable bed.
He suspected it would be likely enjoyable to hug each other just anywhere, but he had to admit this extra comfort felt really, really good.
After another weak effort, Kakashi hummed and squeezed Umino Iruka tighter.
'So nice!' Kakashi thought while rubbing with his nose against the sensitive spot behind Umino Iruka's ear. 'Umino Iruka feels amazing to be with!'
At once, another stray thought crossed Kakashi's genius mind and made him frown.
Why was he still calling this man so officially - Umino Iruka - even in his thoughts?
After what they recently performed together, he definitely could drop the official tone already. From now on, this here was not 'Umino Iruka', but 'his Iruka'.
"I have a shift in the mission room," his Iruka mumbled, trying to crawl away from him and failing miserably. "Kakashi-san, please, let me go. I have work to attend."
With a long sigh full of regret, Kakashi loosed his iron grip.
"As much as I enjoy it when you plead…" he drawled in a bored voice, "…it's fine, you may leave for a short while. By the way, you know you can already start to call me something simple, without honorifics."
Iruka sat up in bed and gracefully turned to look at him. His eyes became half-lidded.
"Master?" he murmured in a quiet, lustful tone.
Kakashi couldn't help a possessive growl. He darted forward and entwined his hands around Iruka's waist, effectively stopping his intended escape from the bed.
"Another suggestion of the similar sort and you won't see your desk for another 24 hours, my naughty bunny."
Iruka grunted. He reached out and glided his fingers through Kakashi's silver mane, massaging his scalp.
"I'm sure I'd like that. However, I'm not sure I can ignore my shift. Let's make a pause."
Kakashi smiled. He raised his head to look at Iruka.
His Iruka was here for him, and he was smiling back at him.
This was idyllic, perfect. What else could he wish for?
And then their gazes met.
Kakashi froze, stunned.
His grip on Iruka's waist loosened.
Iruka took advantage of the moment, quickly rolled off the bed and ran to the bathroom.
Kakashi remained motionless, lying where he was, in shock.
Because he just saw, that his Iruka had another dream.
That meant a lot.
Just a while ago, Kakashi was dreamlessly sleeping in Iruka's arms after another merry round of amazing copulation.
And at the same time, his Iruka was sleeping and dreaming.
The water started to run in the bathroom. Meanwhile, many provocative episodes of Iruka's dream were turning over in front of Kakashi's inner gaze.
Kakashi blinked, trying to escape the influence of the just seen dream.
He rolled onto his belly, buried his face into the nearest pillow and groaned.
This was frustrating.
How he hated this jutsu now!
All because his Iruka, he...
He...
Suddenly, Iruka came out of the bathroom and went directly to the wardrobe.
From the corner of his eye, Kakashi watched him walk.
This man was gorgeous. Wonderful. Simply amazing.
Why would he be...
Kakashi closed his eyes for a short moment, sighed, and opened them determinately. He cleared his throat and said firmly.
"I saw your last dream."
Iruka, who was currently pulling on the shirt, started. He stopped getting dressed and turned to look at Kakashi in expectation.
Kakashi averted his eyes and stared at the wall. He didn't want to look at Iruka right now at all.
Myriads of emotions filled him to the brim, and he was afraid he could say, or do, something harsh.
Iruka definitely noticed his state. He closed the wardrobe and came to the bed.
"Fine, you saw my last dream. And what's up now?"
"Nothing," Kakashi stubbornly mumbled into the pillow.
"I can't see how it's 'nothing'," Iruka paused and squinted his eyes. "Are you, by any chance... sulking?"
Instead of giving a proper reply, Kakashi bit his lower lip, so Iruka continued to observe him and make guesses.
"If I sleep and see a dream I can't help it. Of course, I could take another pill, but well..." he coughed, shamefaced, "I think I was kind of distracted."
Kakashi remembered well, that they both fell asleep because of sheer exhaustion. They had intercourse for quite a long while; getting acquainted and all that stuff. Also, first times are always intensive.
Therefore, there was no time or place for an idea about the pill. It simply couldn't come to any of their wild with lust minds.
Maybe there was no reason, too. Iruka definitely wasn't up to hide his dreams anymore.
Nevertheless, Kakashi felt so bothered! Because what he saw in that dream...
"Or, are you, maybe, jealous?" Iruka asked suddenly.
Kakashi mumbled something unintelligible, which could be only taken as affirmative.
Iruka made big eyes and laughed.
"What, you are jealous of yourself? Are you for real?"
Kakashi couldn't endure it anymore. He turned to Iruka, entwined his hands around him and forcefully tugged him back into the bed.
"Yes, I am. I'm jealous." Kakashi pressed Iruka into the mattress and began to whisper into his ear. "I'm so jealous I want to beat that jerk you are dreaming about into a pulp. You let him do anything to you. Anything!"
Iruka entwined his hands around Kakashi and began to caress his back, probably hoping it would soothe him.
"He's practically you! Why should I not?"
"Hate him," Kakashi growled menacingly.
Iruka hugged him with all the strength he had.
"Silly, I love you. It's you I dream about."
Kakashi moaned in his strong grip. He found Iruka's lips and gave him a long kiss full of passion, trying to point to what length his obsession could go.
"I don't care," he mumbled into Iruka's mouth. "I want you only for myself. I hate it when that me in your dreams touches you."
"Silly!" Iruka lightly bit his lip and immediately tugged him into another kiss. "You in my dreams touches me in my dreams. That one is not real me, you get it?"
Kakashi froze and squinted his eyes at Iruka.
"Me in your dreams touches you in your dreams. And real me here touches real you here," he whispered slowly. This sounded very logical. He could live with it.
Until he wanted all Irukas in the world to be his, of course.
"Right," Iruka said patiently. Kakashi knew this patience was priceless. "The real me is in front of you now, so would you stop to philosophize and give me a good kiss, please?"
"In a second," Kakashi made an effective pause and wondered. "Is it a new nickname you are giving me?"
"What is?" Iruka continued to try to either kiss or bite his lips, but Kakashi managed to avoid his every effort.
"Today you are calling me 'Silly' without stop."
"It's because you are behaving like an idiot. Just think, one of the most dangerous people miles around, practically genius, and behaving like an idiot!"
Kakashi gave out an affirmative hum. He wasn't ashamed to be an idiot in front of Iruka. However, he should be careful about that.
He felt inspired enough to endanger Iruka's chastity one more time, but he knew he had to be patient and behave. Iruka was patient with him, so now was his turn. There were not many people in the world who could endure his demanding nature. So far, Iruka was the best he knew.
That's why Kakashi leaned forward and gave his Iruka that good kiss he asked for, and made it extra-long.
"I'm not that bad, you know," he smiled, doing his best to look innocent.
"Yes, I imagine how nice you can be," Iruka gave Kakashi another quick kiss on the nose and made an effort to push him off. "Now let me go, I need to work."
Obediently, Kakashi released him.
"Then, it's on you to tell hokage about us."
Iruka finished getting dressed and gave Kakashi a strange look.
"We'll talk about that later."
With that, he hurriedly slipped out of an apartment.
Kakashi sighed.
"Why do I always have to do the most challenging bits of the job?"