Chapter 8
This chapter has been beta-ed by Balinase2. She was paid with a dozen fudge brownies.
Naruto groaned as he rolled over onto his back restlessly. He lay splayed out on his bed glowering at the ceiling, his legs and sheets lay in a tangled mess, while his arms were spread out on either side of him. He was positive he had a hangover. Memories of soft lips and jade eyes clouded his vision, and caused sparks of anticipation and want to echo through his body. With a groan of frustration, the blond mashed the heels of his palms into his eyes making the headache that pounded through his skull worse.
"Shit." Naruto swore as he rolled over once more unto his stomach, crushing his face into his pillow. He yelled out a frustrated scream into the pillow just as a knock came at his door.
"What!" Naruto snapped lifting his head. He was in no mood for Kakashi's jibes.
"What's got you all pissy and why is your room so dark?" Iruka asked frowning as he stepped into the dark room and turned on the lights. With another groan, Naruto allowed his head to flop back onto his pillow.
"No! Put it off! It hurts!" Naruto yelled as he tried to cover his head with the pillow. Rolling his eyes, Iruka turned off the lights and instead opened the blinds covering the blond's window.
"It's raining."
"Even the sky is feeling my pain." Naruto groused as he turned to look out his window.
"What's the matter with you? Let me guess, a hangover. I know you didn't get home until 5am this morning." Iruka said, frowning at Naruto.
"I wish that was the only thing I had this morning. At least after a few hours I could forget all about it." Naruto grumbled. Iruka gave Naruto a curious look while he sat at the foot of the blond's bed.
"Did something happen at the party?"
"No!" Naruto said quickly. There was no way he could let Iruka find out. It was bad enough Shikamaru had caught them. Naruto had panicked at first, but Shikamaru's lack of interest for the remainder of the night had assuaged his growing discomfort. He had tried his best to avoid Gaara's eyes as they burned into him, following every move he made. Trepidation had been building as the night wore on. Naruto was desperate to not be caught alone with Gaara again. The short instances their eyes had met, Naruto saw the questions and confusion there even if the redhead maintained his mask of indifference. After a while, Naruto had religiously stopped glancing at Gaara. Every time he did, he found himself becoming flustered. Naruto had nearly hugged Shino when he offered to give Naruto and Gaara rides home.
He had kissed him. He had willingly kissed his friend who was a guy. This simple fact didn't bother Naruto as much as he thought it would, maybe being around Kakashi and Iruka took care of that. Or maybe it was the fact that deep down he knew he'd always had a certain affinity for a few of his male friends that hadn't always been completely platonic. Hell, what he'd felt for him before he left was much too strong and complicated for Naruto to attribute it to strictly brotherly love.
What bothered him more than Gaara's being a man was that he'd enjoyed the kiss. He had enjoyed the feel of Gaara's lips pressed against his own. He had felt his stomach clench in pleasure as their tongues slid against each other, as he tasted the redhead that was supposed to be his friend. Naruto recalled how Gaara tasted, the distinct flavor of tobacco mingled with something else. The taste was intoxicating. Even now, Naruto knew he wanted that taste in his mouth once more. This was what bothered him most, he wanted it to happen again and he wanted it to happen again badly. The sheer intensity of his desire for the other man was scaring him. He hadn't felt anything like this since...
Iruka arched an eyebrow as emotions flitted over Naruto's face. He couldn't help but smirk at the blush that was slowly beginning to stain the younger boy's cheeks.
"Exactly what happened at that party, Naruto?" Iruka asked. Naruto didn't answer as he moved the pillow away from his head with a sigh. Rolling onto his back, he turned to look at Iruka.
"What am I going to do? I can't believe I did that. This is all Kiba's fault!" the blond ranted as he sat up abruptly, before yelping in pain and falling back on the bed.
"Kiba's fault?"
"If he hadn't said all that shit, I would have never done that! Gah I hate this!" Naruto groaned as he covered his head with a pillow once more. Iruka stared at the young man he thought of as a son, even more anxious to know what happened. Whatever it was, from the way Naruto was acting it had to be good.
"Naruto, what did Kiba do?"
"…Nothing, he didn't do anything." Naruto mumbled. Even though he had said it, he didn't believe it. He was simply being childish and over-dramatic, and none of it was helping. Naruto lowered his eyes to look at Iruka who was patiently staring at him. With a sigh, the blond boy rolled onto his side in order to face Iruka.
"Hey Iruka…can I ask you something?"
"What is it?"
Naruto didn't answer immediately, fiddling with the edge of the sheet in his lap. He didn't even know what the true point of his question really was. It had simply popped into his mind as he glanced up at the older man. Naruto felt himself flush as he chewed his lip, pondering how to phrase the question. He knew asking would be like practically telling Iruka what had happened. Still he needed…needed what? He needed to talk about it?Get understanding? What did he need?
"Just ask already." Iruka said impatiently, interrupting the blond's thoughts. Taking a quick glance at the other man Naruto asked.
"You know how Kakashi is always acting… well, what if he decided to… finally… I mean… what would you do if he kissed you?" he said mumbling out the last few words.
"What would I do if Kakashi what?" Iruka asked confused. Between all the stuttering and mumbling, he had barely heard what Naruto said. Taking a deep breath, the blond tried again.
"What would you do if Kakashi kissed you?" Naruto blurted out while keeping his head down, eyes locked on his hands that were gripping his sheets. The room had gone uncomfortably quiet causing Naruto to peek up at Iruka. If Iruka was shocked at the question, he wasn't showing it. Instead, he was gazing intently at Naruto who was beginning to fidget uneasily. Pulling his gaze away from the blond boy, Iruka allowed himself to fall back on the bed, placing both hands behind his head. The two remained in silence, Iruka staring at the ceiling and Naruto watching the older man in slight apprehension while wondering how long he had before Iruka asked him the dreaded question.
"You know he did once."
"What?"
"It was while you were traveling with Jiraiya. We were both drunk, coming home from a bar, and he told me how he felt."
"What did he say?" Naruto asked, his blue eyes alight with curiosity. Iruka ignored the question.
"I laughed in his face. I thought he was being an ass as always….then he kissed me."
Naruto stared at the man stretched out on his bed, his nervousness gone.
"What did you do?" the blond asked eagerly.
"I punched him, planted my fist in his face." Iruka answered, smiling dryly at the memory. Naruto blinked at this. Well at least Gaara hadn't hit him. If anything, Naruto would say Gaara had initiated the kiss? It was all a haze. Iruka turned to look at the blond, whose brows were furrowed in concentration. He was itching to know what had happened.
"So…"
"So what?"
"Who did the kissing?" Iruka asked, grinning as Naruto immediately grew flustered.
"Who said anyone did any kissing? I-I was just curious - that's all. You know, with the way Kakashi has been acting lately... It's not like I'm asking because I kissed anyone!" Naruto yelled as he frantically waved his hands in front him.
"You kissed someone?"
"No, I didn't!" Naruto screeched, looking everything like the liar he just turned himself into.
Iruka chuckled as he sat up, eyeing the young man that looked like he was about to asphyxiate on his denial. Despite his age, Naruto was such a child when it came to romantic relationships. Iruka knew Naruto was yet to have a serious relationship and truthfully, he was a bit worried. The last time Naruto had given his heart to someone, even if he'd been too young to realize the extent of his true feelings, it'd almost gotten him killed.
"Right, and I own a pink tutu that I wear on Sundays to go dancing at the okama bar."
Naruto paused to send the brunette a confused look.
"Huh?"
Sighing, Iruka stood up and stretched.
"Never mind. Kakashi decided to get off his lazy ass for once, and he's making breakfast. You might not want to miss this momentous occasion." He said before heading to the door.
"Hey, Iruka?"
"Hmm?"
"Umm…what if-what if Kakashi tried that now? Will you hit him again?"
Iruka turned to look at Naruto, who kept his head down while still maintaining a healthy blush.
"I think Kakashi's making banana pancakes." The brunette said, quickly exiting the room just as Naruto lifted his head to give him a strange look.
"And Naruto. Just go slow. There's no need to rush. Just let it happen"
"That makes no sense." Naruto grumbled. Iruka smiled before closing the door behind him.
"What?" Iruka asked the man that was leaning against a counter, staring at him as he entered the kitchen.
"So who do you think it was?"
"You were standing outside the door listening."
"I just came to check on you two since you were taking so long." Kakashi said shrugging as he turned and flipped a pancake. Iruka narrowed his eyes at the masked man before sighing and taking a seat at the small table in the kitchen.
"You were being a nosy bastard."
"So make a guess." Kakashi said while he moved to place a platter of pancakes on the table.
"Who knows? Maybe Sai?"
"Sai? I don't know. Naruto can't stand Sai...interesting your first guess wasn't Sakura."
"I'm not naive, Kakashi. But you have a point. If Sai tried pulling a stunt like that, Naruto would be fuming and ranting about how he kicked Sai's ass." Iruka mused as he watched Kakashi move around the kitchen.
"Shikamaru's out and so is Chouji, he has a crush on Ino and Naruto knows that. Plus, Chouji isn't really his type."
"Maybe it was the Hyuuga! He would seem more like Naruto's type." Kakashi said, his visible eye widening suddenly. Iruka stared at the man for a minute before erupting in a fit of laughter.
"Aww man, that's rich. Neji? Hiashi would have a seizure if he found out his prized possession was going around trading saliva with guys! I could only imagine the look on his face."
A deep rumble joined Iruka's as Kakashi sniggered at the image. Slowly, Iruka's laughter died down as he wiped the tears that had formed at the corners of his eyes. Kakashi observed the younger man keenly, noting the few strands that were falling from the sloppy ponytail.
"You never answered his question." Kakashi said as he moved closer to Iruka.
Iruka stopped laughing, turning to look up at the other man.
"What question?"
"The last one." The silver haired man answered as he placed one hand on the table in front Iruka and leaned towards him. Iruka sat rigid as he stared at the stormy gray eye focused on him. Already, he could feel his body warming at the close proximity.
"Why didn't you answer his question?" Kakashi continued as he reached up to his mask. Iruka remained silent as he watched two pale fingers hook into the edge of the fabric and slowly begin sliding it down. The brunette swallowed as the sudden change in atmosphere pressed into him.
"It's because it wasn't important." Iruka whispered feebly.
"That's where you're wrong, Iruka." Kakashi whispered back as he leaned down, bringing their faces closer. Iruka could make out the faint tan line that ran across the other man's face.
"The answer to that question is very important. I would like to know." Kakashi continued as he pulled the mask down revealing delicate, pink lips. Iruka couldn't help but have his eyes drawn to them. He remained stiff as he watched Kakashi inch closer.
"I think I would like to know that answer right now."
Their noses were almost touching now. Iruka felt his heart rate speed up as his mind screamed at him to protest. Kakashi hovered for an instance, waiting for Iruka to pull back. When the younger man made no move, he closed the gap between them, pressing his lips firmly against the other's. Kakashi stared at Iruka as the brunette stared back, making no move whatsoever, yet not pushing away. Finally, he pressed back. Kakashi immediately took the initiative and flicked his tongue out, probing; forcing the younger man to part his lips and allow him to delve inside. Iruka complied, letting their tongues to tangle. Reaching out, Kakashi gripped onto the ponytail, burying his fingers in the brown tresses as he pulled Iruka closer. The brunette moaned at the almost painfully tight hold. Not to be outdone, he pushed back aggressively forcing his tongue forward in an effort to taste more of Kakashi.
The kiss that had started off gently was quickly becoming demanding as both men fought for control. Iruka found himself being shoved back into his chair under the force of the kiss. Wrapping his arms around the older man, he pulled Kakashi with him causing the silver haired man to brace himself by grabbing onto the edge of the table. Kakashi groaned as he felt Iruka deftly slide one hand under the shirt he was wearing and raked his nails over a taut stomach. Another moan from Iruka went straight to Kakashi's groin. With self-control he didn't know he had, Kakashi pulled himself away with an audible pop. Both men were panting heavily, staring at each other with wide eyes; Kakashi's pants were feeling considerably tighter and the tension between them could be cut with a knife.
"Was that enough of an answer for you?" Iruka asked, his eyes holding an almost feral glint. The other man didn't answer as he stood up and pulled his mask back in place just as Naruto came barging into the kitchen.
To say he was uncomfortable would have been an understatement. Naruto stared at the two men sitting across from him as he chewed on a mouthful of pancakes. Kakashi's head was buried in the latest volume of Make-Out Violence, every now and then the book was quickly moved aside as his chopsticks were brought to his mouth while Iruka was neatly cutting and devouring his own breakfast. A normal scene of three people having breakfast, except that for them it was far from normal. Kakashi hadn't made one lewd comment to either Naruto or Iruka, Iruka wasn't threatening Kakashi or using language that would make a sailor proud while putting in his two cents when it involved Naruto. The kitchen was utterly silent except for the soft rustling of paper as Kakashi turned a page and the clinking of chopsticks on dishes every now and then. It was driving Naruto insane.
"What the hell is wrong with you two?" Naruto yelled as he pointed at the two men. In one swift movement, Iruka brought his chopsticks down on Naruto's hand.
"Don't point at people across the table."
"Honestly, Naruto, you should know better than that." Kakashi added as he lowered his book to watch Naruto glower at Iruka while holding his smacked hand.
"You guys are freaking me out! This isn't normal!" Naruto whined as held his aching hand to his chest. Both men ignored him as they finished their meals. With a huff, Naruto returned to his own, doing his best to disregard the obvious tension being exuded by the other two occupants of the room. His effort lasted for about five minutes.
"I can't take it anymore!" Naruto shouted as he slammed down his chopsticks and glared at the men who continued to eat as though all was right with the world.
"Hey, I'm talking to you two! Something happened, didn't it!"
"Really? Is that what you call the sound coming out of your mouth, talking?" Kakashi quipped as he turned a page.
"What do you mean by that?!" Naruto shrieked at the insult.
"Naruto."
The sound of his name caused the blond to pause his onslaught of insults and turn to look at Iruka curiously.
"Are you going to visit that new friend of yours today? Gaara?"
At the mention of Gaara, Naruto's face instantly heated up. Kakashi eyed the boy's reaction curiously.
"Uhh…no." The blond mumbled and began to nervously push around the food on his plate. Naruto fidgeted as he felt two pairs of eyes on him.
"Did something happen between you and Gaara?" Kakashi asked as he closed his Make-Out Violence.
"No, why would you think that?"
"You're a horrible liar, Naruto." Iruka said, watching the younger boy squirm. Naruto stared down at his plate, not even bothering to deny what Iruka said.
"It was him, wasn't it?" Iruka said suddenly, his eyes brightening. Kakashi arched his visible eyebrow as Naruto turned a darker shade of red. Sighing, he dug through the pockets of his slacks.
"Naruto, here."
The blond looked up in time to see something black leave Kakashi's hand and head towards him. On instinct, Naruto reached up and snatched the object from the air. The blond stared at the sleek black cell phone confused.
"What's this for?" he asked, eyeing Kakashi suspiciously.
"My cell phone number, house phone number, Iruka's cell phone number as well as this house number are all in there on speed dial. For my cell phone just press one, Iruka is two." Kakashi responded as he reopened his book. Naruto frowned as he gazed at the man sitting nonchalantly across from him.
"It's about time you had one, don't you think? And it seems you're not going to get yourself one."
"What's going on?"
"Naruto, how well do you know Gaara?" Kakashi asked ignoring Naruto's question.
"What kind of question is that? He's my friend-"
"How old is he?" Kakashi interjected.
"He's my age….why?"
"When is his birthday?"
"I don't know; I never asked." Naruto answered looking confusedly from Kakashi to Iruka and back again.
Iruka stared at Kakashi, just as confused as Naruto.
"Does he have siblings?" Kakashi asked.
"Yeah two, what does this-"
"Where are they from? Are they originally from Konoha or somewhere else?"
"Huh? I don't-"
"What does he do? Does he work?"
"He's an artist, what the hell-"
"What kind of artist? Painter, sculptor? What's his favorite medium?"
"I don't know!" Naruto yelled becoming frustrated.
"Have you ever seen his artwork?"
"No!"
"So how do you know he's an artist?"
"What's his favorite food?" Kakashi continued.
"How the hell should I know!"
"You've practically lived there for the past month and a half. You cook for the guy and you don't know?" Kakashi said as he shut his book and looked up at Naruto who was glaring at him.
"Kakashi, what's going on?" Iruka interjected.
"I never-"
"What's his last name? What does he like to do in his spare time? What's his favorite color?" Kakashi continued.
"Enough!" Naruto shouted as he slammed his hands down on the table. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why the hell are you so suddenly interested in Gaara? Why did you give me this cell phone?" the irate blond asked as he glowered at the man who shared the role of father in his life.
"You don't know him very well, do you... What did I tell you, Naruto?" Kakashi asked.
"I know eno-"
"What did I tell you?!"
Naruto paused at the tone of the older man's voice. It was rare for Kakashi to use it but when he did, it demanded absolute obedience. Naruto's blood boiled.
"I'm not that naïve little twelve year old anymore, Kakashi!"
"No one ever said you were, Naruto, but sometimes you care too much for your own good." Iruka tried to intervene while still studying Kakashi. The older man was definitely hiding something that he should have shared with Iruka. Naruto didn't say anything as his hands clenched into fists on the table.
"I can't believe you just said that, Iruka." The blond whispered as he lowered his head.
The hurt in the blond's voice hit Iruka like a sledgehammer.
"Naruto, you know I didn't mean it like that. People aren't always what they seem, Naruto. You should know that better than anyone else." Iruka said as he watched the boy shaking with quiet fury. The kitchen lapsed into silence as Naruto tried his best to keep his anger under control. They were doing it again.
"Fine I'll tell you what I know." Naruto mumbled as he stood up. He looked with hardened eyes at the two men looking intently at him.
"I know he hated that look in their eyes when he was a kid, just as much as I hated that look. I know he's been to that place where I was before you came along, Iruka, I know he's still there, and there's no way in hell I'm going to let him stay there. Because no one deserves being in that place!"
"Naruto-"
"No! Don't even start, Kakashi! I know what you've been doing. You've been keeping tabs on me. What, you thought I wouldn't find out it was you that had those two guys follow me back then? You trained me after all, you should have known I'd figure out I was being followed. I thought I told you to stop after that! You even went as far as having each one of my friends put under observation by Ibiki right after what happened. You still put them under surveillance for a week every other month. Shikamaru told me. He works in the intelligence division of the defense department; or did you forget that little fact? I wouldn't be surprised if you already had Ibiki investigate Gaara. That's what you needed the cake for, wasn't it? I'm not stupid! Frankly, I don't give a damn what you do, but do not interfere with my life! I don't need a fucking guard dog!"
"Naruto, just who the hell do you think you're talking to?" Iruka shouted as he stood up and glared at the boy. Naruto stared at the brunette for a minute, before turning to leave the table.
"Why the hell are you even on his side?! How can you sit there and even think what he's doing is fair, Iruka? I'm outta here."
"Naruto." Iruka called after the teenager.
"Take the phone with you." Kakashi muttered as he turned a page. "That phone is going to become your new best friend, keep it with you at all times."
"Why you got a tracking device in it?" Naruto snorted out as he gazed down at the man lazily scanning his book.
"Either you take that phone with you and answer it every time it rings or I swear I'll make sure you won't be able to leave this house." Kakashi answered blandly as he finally looked up at the young man glaring down at him. Naruto glowered at the silver haired man for an instance before snatching up the phone and leaving. At the sound of the front door slamming, Iruka slumped back into his chair.
"See? It wasn't that hard." Kakashi drawled as he observed the man next to him.
"Are you going to explain to me what the hell happened and what on earth you think you're doing?"
Kakashi sighed as he pulled down his mask. Iruka couldn't help but stare.
"You heard him. What else can we do? It's not like we can forbid him from seeing Gaara. At least if anything happens he has a quick way of contacting us."
"And what exactly are you expecting to happen?"
Kakashi remained silent, returning to reading his book.
"You know this is exactly why he never got one in the first place. He said he didn't want us encroaching on his freedom. It was part of the deal for having him move in with me when he got back." The brunette responded as he began taking dishes over to the sink.
"Naruto knows what encroach means?"
"You'd be surprised."
"What else can you tell me that will be a surprise?" Kakashi whispered causing Iruka to jump at the sound of the voice next to his ear. Iruka froze as strong arms wrapped around him pulling him backwards into a firm presence.
"What do you think you're doing?" the brunette asked as he felt Kakashi's warm breath ghost over his skin.
"What do you think I'm doing?" the silver haired man answered as he lowered his lips, gently brushing them against Iruka's nape.
"Stop it, now is really not the time." Iruka protested.
"I'll tell you later. Just trust me."
"Kakashi..."
"Trust me, Iruka."
Iruka gritted his teeth as Kakashi placed a chaste kiss on his neck before sucking lightly. Instinctively, the younger man titled his head to the side, giving Kakashi more access to sensitive skin.
"You like this." Kakashi mumbled as he trailed a hot path to the juncture of Iruka's neck and shoulder before nibbling lightly.
"Stop." The brunette groaned out when Kakashi gave him a particularly sharp nip. Kakashi's grip slackened, allowing his hands to travel.
"No." the silver haired man whispered as one hand slipped under Iruka's shirt to caress taut muscles. Kakashi moved his hand further to rub his fingers against a quickly hardening nipple. "You're saying stop but, you want this. You've wanted it for a while." The silver haired man mumbled as he let his other hand slip downwards.
"Don't tell me what the fuck I want." Iruka bit out as he gripped the hand massaging his crotch and yanked it away. "Get off me." The brunette said as he shoved the older man off him and turned around. Kakashi's expression was unreadable as he regarded the younger man.
"No means no, Kakashi!"
"Bullshit Iruka! You and I both know that." Kakashi said as he pinned the brunette against the side of the sink and crushed their lips together. With a low growl, Iruka shoved the older man of him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
Kakashi stared at the other man, eyes hard.
"What the hell is wrong with me? You want to know what's wrong with me? It's you! You're what's wrong with me! You're my problem!"
"What the fuck do you mean by that?"
"Oh don't play dumb! One minute you're practically shoving your tongue down my throat, the next minute you're playing the coy virgin?" Kakashi yelled.
Iruka's eyes narrowed in anger as he stared at the other man. First, a fight with Naruto and now one with Kakashi. He could already feel the migraine coming on.
"Three years! Three fucking years you've known how I felt, I never hid it from you!"
"Don't you dare start! I told you from the beginning how it was going to be, yet you keep insisting and pushing. So don't you dare blame me. Not once did I lead you on!" Iruka yelled back.
"Not once did you lead me on? So what exactly was that earlier when you kissed me back, huh? Just a greeting between friends? Why didn't you stop me? Why didn't you push me away like all the other times?" Kakashi sneered as he folded his arms, staring at the fuming brunette. Iruka didn't answer.
"We're not fucking high schoolers, Iruka. I've had enough of waiting around for you."
"I never asked you to wait around for me. You did that because you wanted to!"
Kakashi said nothing at those words as he regarded the brunette in front him.
"Tell me to go."
"What?"
"If you don't want me, then look me in the eye and tell me to leave and never come back. Tell me to get out!" Kakashi said as his brows furrowed. Iruka stared at the mismatched eyes, glittering with a whirlwind of emotion.
"Kakashi-"
"No, Iruka. I can't wait on you anymore. If you tell me to leave, I'll leave, but as long as I'm here, I'm not going to give up. I can't sit everyday and watch you go by knowing that I don't have you. Three years, Iruka. Do you know what I put myself through just to be close to you?" Kakashi whispered.
"If it was so horrible then why are you always here?"
"Because it's even worse when I'm not around you. Don't you get it?"
"I've had enough of this." Iruka mumbled as he shoved past Kakashi in an attempt to leave the kitchen.
"I don't care what you've had enough of! I'm not done yet!"
"Let me go, Kakashi." Iruka growled as he glanced down at the hand gripping his wrist tightly.
"Why? Tell me why you can't just give in? Is it because I'm a man? Is that what's bothering you? If that's it then I'll bend over for you. I don't care!" the older man yelled causing Iruka to turn a healthy shade of red.
"You being a man has nothing to do with it!" Iruka protested.
"Then what? What's the problem? What's holding you back?"
"Did you ever stop to think what would happen to us if it never worked out?"
Kakashi's eyes widened, letting go of the younger man. The kitchen immediately lapse into an eerie silence.
"That's your reason?" Kakashi asked incredulously. "You're afraid that things might end badly?"
Iruka looked up to see all the hurt he'd been unwittingly inflicting plastered across the silver haired man's face. A wave of guilt came crashing into him.
"You're my closest friend, Kakashi. I don't want to risk messing it up so bad that I lose you. I can't lose anyone else."
It started as a soft chuckle before erupting into full-blown laughter.
"I can't believe this. I can't fucking believe this!" Kakashi said between bouts of laughter as he doubled over. Iruka watched the other man wondering if Kakashi had finally lost it. The laughter stopped abruptly as Kakashi straightened and fixed his gaze back on the brunette.
"I can't believe it and I'm not going to accept it."
Iruka remained quiet as he watched Kakashi's face revert to its typical bored expression. He would have been fooled if it wasn't for the intensity of the older man's eyes on him.
"I'm not going to accept it." Kakashi mumbled as he grabbed Iruka and pulled him towards him, their bodies colliding with a soft thud.
"I already said it, unless you look me in the eye and tell me to get out, I'm not giving up." The silver haired man mumbled, his voice low as his lips hovered over Iruka's, their eyes locked together.
"This is your last chance." Kakashi said softly as he studied the other man's eyes. Finally, Iruka broke their gaze, turning his head to the side. Kakashi smiled triumphantly.
"Good." The silver haired man muttered as he clasped the brunette's face between his hands and brought their lips together.
A/N: So I know there weren't alot of Naru/Gaara in here (my beta made a point to mention this so she got a dozen brownies instead of one) but Iruka/Kaka is also a major pairing in this so they will be getting some chapter time too. What can I say, I love them as much as Naru/Gaara
