Iruka began to faintly register something. Someone was hovering over him…but it felt like he was floating. Floating in nothing; everything was white. He couldn't even think, really. He felt completely weightless…like he was just existing. He wanted to know what that presence was.
Slowly, things started to become clearer. He could see a shape; a blurry outline. He started to feel his own body parts. He realized he still HAD a body; it had felt like he was just a consciousness. He started to feel his own breathing, hear his own heartbeat in his ears. But still…what was that, just in front of him?
It seemed to burst into reality. It was the masked shinobi…he was hovering above Iruka with his kunai raised. Iruka screamed and tried to reach for something to counter the attack with, but all he had around him was air. The kunai dived down.
Oooooooooooooooooooo
Iruka screamed and jerked up, punching at the air. Everything was still in a haze. He felt confused, frustrated and groggy.
Something put its hands, strong hands, on his shoulders. Iruka growled and smashed whatever it was with the heel of his hand, and the pressure on his shoulders disappeared. It had felt like a male chest…a muscular male chest.
Iruka instantly panicked. Was he being killed over and over again? What had he done to deserve that…?
"IRUKA!"
The chuunin froze. That voice sounded familiar. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He counted to three. He opened them again, slowly, hoping for clarity.
He noticed he was in a room, in bed…it looked like his hotel room.
There was a person sitting at the foot of the bed. He looked a lot like Kakashi.
Wait.
"….Kakashi…..?"
Iruka winced at how small his voice sounded.
"Yes, Iruka. Can I come near you?"
Iruka closed his eyes again. He was still so disoriented…didn't he die? Was this some kind of weird afterlife thing? Being with Kakashi for all eternity didn't sound like such a bad deal.
He opened his eyes again when he felt comfortable. Everything felt a lot more solid. He was most definitely back in his room, he wasn't dead (as far as he could tell…) and that certainly was Kakashi. Iruka felt a pang of guilt at the stricken look on the jounin's face.
"Yes…I'm…I don't really understand." Was all he managed to say. He tried to smile reassuringly at the jounin but he felt like it came out lopsided and half hearted.
Kakashi stood and slowly walked over. He sat down gingerly next to the chuunin, his eyes never leaving Iruka's. He put a gentle hand on Iruka's shoulder, concern evident in his eyes.
"Iruka, I'm sorry. I tried to make this as easy on you as possible…you're not hurt, are you?"
Iruka blinked. He looked down at himself. He didn't see any injuries…
Oh wait. OHHHHHHHH.
"It was you…?"
Pain flashed in Kakashi's eyes and he looked away, seemingly ashamed. "Yes."
Iruka nodded, his mind racing. It all made sense now. That explained why he was still alive, and as far as he could tell, unharmed.
Memories came back to him in flashes. Yes, it definitely made sense. He hadn't felt any pain and yet he passed out; it was the sharingan. The speed of the assassin, his strength, his skill at going unnoticed until he decided to be seen. Iruka remembered he had a suspicion the killer was Kakashi, but the shinobi had been so unnervingly malicious it had put him off his instincts.
He remembered Kakashi was next to him and snapped his eyes in the jounins direction. Kakashi was looking at him again; he looked anxious.
"Ah…so, I suppose you got orders from home?"
"Yes." Kakashi answered quickly. "Yes, Iruka. They were fairly open ended orders to begin with, but after I updated their intel, they decided they couldn't take the chance of letting them go through with their plans. I was to get rid of everyone who was a threat; so, I did."
The jounin leaned forward and very, very tentatively took Iruka's hand. The chuunin smiled softly and let him.
"However…they wanted to ensure that there was no way anyone would be tempted to continue with the boycott, even after the main players were murdered. They wanted to keep us in the mission, just in case. No one could suspect you had anything to do with their deaths. I had to attack you."
Iruka felt an electric jolt of pain in his heart at the emotion in Kakashi's voice as he mentioned attacking him. The chuunin turned his body so he was completely facing his partner and cupped his face gently in his hands.
"Kakashi. It all makes sense now. You don't have to justify yourself; you did the right thing." Iruka smiled, genuinely this time. "I don't want you to feel guilty. I'm sorry I lashed out at you…it's just that…everything was so muddled…"
Kakashi jumped in immediately; it was clear he was not feeling any better about the situation despite Iruka's reassurances. "Yes, I'm sorry; that's my fault too. You've been out for two days."
Iruka gaped. "T-Two days?" He definitely did not enjoy the thought that he'd been defenceless, useless and out of the loop for 48 hours.
Once again, Kakashi was quick to explain. "There was no other choice; they were asking a lot of questions about what happened. We wanted to keep you under until everything settled down. Our cover story isn't quite in depth enough to stand a murder investigation."
Kakashi gave Iruka a moment to digest the information. The chuunin just nodded mutely.
"Everything is settled now, so you don't have to worry. We dug around a little and found an old enemy of a couple of the big merchants who were planning the boycott. We got rid of him –then pinned the murder on him. He was missing nin status, so it was plausible that he could have done it."
Once again, Iruka was shocked. In such a short time, Kakashi –and who knows who else- had hunted down a MISSING NIN, killed him, and then planned how they were going to execute around 20 other assassinations? All of this was happening while Iruka was pandering around the convention?
Kakashi noticed Iruka's shock. "It wasn't difficult. The shinobi in question wasn't trying very hard to hide himself. Their dispute was also well known amongst their villagers, so it was easy to find out about it."
Again, all Iruka could do was nod. It all made sense. He just couldn't believe how efficient Kakashi –and hell, Konoha- was. Was this how it always happened? So much murder…so much secrecy. How did someone do this on a regular basis and not go mad?
"…Iruka?"
The chuunin was jerked out of his thoughts. Again, he felt a guilty pang at the jounin's expression. He really needed to reassure Kakashi that he was alright.
"Kakashi, I'm not hurt. You really did a great job. It's going to be interesting dealing with the others after this fiasco. I understand why Tsunade wants us to stay here for a while longer. Really, it's fine." He flashed his best, earnest smile at the jounin.
Kakashi kept staring at Iruka questioningly. It seemed like there was something else that was bothering him. Iruka could smell this kind of stuff from a mile away; having to read children's minds all day did that to you.
"Kakashi. What's the matter?" He asked softly, scooting closer to him. He smiled again. He didn't like that Kakashi was upset; he already felt bad enough that he had to murder so many people in such a short amount of time. Kakashi wasn't the kind of person who enjoyed slaughtering civilians.
He seemed to take a moment to decide if he wanted to answer Iruka or not. The chuunin couldn't remember ever seeing Kakashi look so torn.
Suddenly, Kakashi seemed to deflate. His face returned to its regular, carefree, bored expression.
"It's nothing."
Iruka actually laughed out loud. Kakashi looked taken aback.
"Come on, Kakashi. You can't pull that on me, especially not at this point. It'll be in both of our best interests if you fess up now."
Kakashi blinked. He seemed to realize he had no other choice, and sighed despairingly. He took another moment to steel himself.
"I just..." He paused. He looked into Iruka's eyes. "I never wanted you to see that side of me. I especially never wanted to have it directed at you."
He shrugged. He was trying to pass it off like it didn't bother him, but it was evident it did.
"I don't want you to see me differently."
Iruka felt an almost overwhelming flood of warmth fill his heart. He reached forward and wrapped his arms around Kakashi's neck, pulling the jounin to his chest and hugging him tightly; trying to make him feel as warm as he felt.
"Kakashi, you should never be ashamed of yourself. There are very few people who can do what you do for the village. You sacrifice a lot and everyone respects you for it. Especially me; I always wondered what it was you had to go through in order to protect us. Now I have some kind of idea, and it breaks my heart; it doesn't make me afraid. I don't think you enjoy scaring or killing people; it's just your duty. If it wasn't you, it would be someone else."
Kakashi was silent against Iruka, but the chuunin could feel his heart racing. He rested his head against the jounin's shoulder.
"I wish you didn't have to, but...these are the times we live in. You're talented, so you are the most affected."
They remained that way for another minute; the two of them just resting against each other. Kakashi leaned his head against Iruka's cheek slightly. He seemed to be deep in thought.
"Well, I feel stupid."
Iruka glanced up at him, surprised.
"You're a shinobi; of course you understand. I just...got emotional." He added gruffly, obviously unimpressed with himself. Iruka laughed.
"You shouldn't be upset with yourself for getting 'emotional' Kakashi. I've been doing that a lot this mission...trust me."
Kakashi tensed. He regarded Iruka with a totally different expression; it was The Unreadable Expression. He seemed to remember something. He gripped Iruka by the tops of his arms firmly and pulled him back so they could see each other. His eyes bore into the chuunin's. Iruka tried not to look affected, but Kakashi was hard not to be affected by.
"Iruka...be careful, when you fight."
Kakashi was staring at Iruka so intensely the chuunin was having a hard time concentrating on what he was saying.
"The 'Will of Fire' that you care about so much...you embody it completely. You wear it like armour. Your eyes scream defiance; you can almost see the fire in your soul." He leaned in closer; Iruka's breath caught in his throat.
"Do not look at your enemies like that, Iruka. You will tempt them to see if they can break you."
Warmth surged to Iruka's groin. Kakashi looked serious, but he also looked hungry. It made the chuunin wonder how he had felt, fighting Iruka.
"Is that what you wanted?" He whispered, his breath hitching in his throat. He swallowed thickly; it excited him that Kakashi was so predatory, so unpredictable.
"Not exactly..." Kakashi answered, his voice thick. He pulled Iruka to him again, and their mouths met, open and desperate.
Their kiss was deep and hard, Iruka clutching Kakashi as if he'd drown if he let go. The jounin's hands pushed their way from the small of Iruka's back to his shoulder blades, sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine. Iruka realized his shirt was gone; Kakashi was quite the multitasker.
Iruka responded eagerly, moaning at the realization that he could finally have Kakashi. His mind had left him again, and his body was in control. He pressed himself against Kakashi's chest and pushed himself into his lap, straddling the other mans waist and-
"-I've told you ten times already, he is in a freakin COMA. No, you cannot see him. Leave immediately!"
They both froze. DAMNIT!
Iruka yelped as Kakashi suddenly popped up onto his knees, gripping Iruka's thighs and holding them in place. Iruka fell backwards and stared at Kakashi in shock, who was gripping his hips with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Don't worry –they can't hear us."
Iruka balked. No way! Kakashi couldn't seriously be considering continuing when people were standing RIGHT outside the door.
"-But I'm his GIRLFRIEND! I need to see him, I'm worried!"
The jounin, his extremely amused grin still in place, lifted Iruka's thighs higher. The chuunin squawked. "Ah, Kakashi, I really don't think this is a good idea!"
Kakashi, eyeing Iruka, kissed the inside of his thighs.
"Ka-Ahhh...umm..."
He dropped the chuunin's legs and slowly crawled up the length of Iruka's body.
"Girlfriend, are you? That's funny, because other accounts say you just met at the convention. That certainly is a fast romance."
Iruka was quickly losing the power of protest. Kakashi stopped when his arms were on either side of Iruka's head, their faces inches apart. He bent down and sucked on the spot just under the chuunins jaw. He kissed, softly, down his neck. He dropped his hips, pressed them against Irukas, then grinded up as he bit him in the crook of his neck. Iruka moaned loudly.
"Haa...alright, nevermind..."
Well, if Kakashi wasn't worried about it, CLEARLY nothing was wrong! Clearly!
"Yes, well...we uh...who said that?" It was most definitely Rinjin, and she was failing at lying again.
There was a loud, aggravated sigh. "You are REALLY convincing. Really."
Iruka's nerves were on fire. Thusly convinced, he gripped Kakashi's tunic and yanked on it. Kakashi sat back for a moment to allow it to be taken off. He gazed down at Iruka, eyes grazing over his body. Iruka reached up, put his hand on the back of Kakashi's neck and pulled. Iruka needed the jounin to be as close to him as possible; he was so beautiful. His body was pure, cut muscle. The kind a person got who worked their bodies on a regular basis. He was reminded, briefly, of how those muscles felt pinning him to the wall in battle. Suddenly, it wasn't terrifying; it aroused him.
His eyes glistened with want. Kakashi smirked and obliged, bending down and sliding their chests together.
"Look, what do you care? Just piss off and let me-"
"You literally have three seconds to leave before security is on your ass."
"What!?"
Irukas ran his hands all over Kakashi's body; absolutely anywhere he could reach. He felt the strong pull of his neck muscles against his collar bone, the roundness of his shoulder and how it dipped into his bicep. Kakashi's skin was smooth and soft; his muscles hard and unrelenting. He was always such a stark contrast of himself, and Iruka loved it. The chuunin raked his nails down Kakashi's back and bit his shoulder. Kakashi answered by running his fingers through Iruka's hair, then gripping his locks and tugging his head back to reveal his tanned neck. Iruka gasped. Kakashi dove down and ran the tip of his tongue over one of the chuunin's nipples.
"Kakashi..." Iruka moaned, wrapping his legs around his partner's hips and pushing up into him. Kakashi used his free hand to grab one of Iruka's thighs, spread it wider, angle his hips and grind his erection into the chuunins. Spots danced behind Iruka's eyelids. He arched his back and moaned again, his head pushing into the hand that held his hair.
"Oohh...yes..." Iruka bucked into the jounins hips as Kakashi moved inbetween Iruka's legs, pushing against Iruka's hardness and rolling his hips in a maddeningly slow circle. Kakashi let go of Iruka's hair and grabbed his other thigh. He pulled the chuunin's legs sharply and dragged Iruka closer, so his back was close to Kakashi's knees. Iruka tried to sit up, but he couldn't. Kakashi smirked down at him.
"I told you I was going to make you beg."
Iruka glared up at Kakashi defiantly, his expression softened by his obvious lust. His heart was racing and all his nerves were on fire. Kakashi just drove him wild.
"Not today." He countered, flicking his head back in false haughtiness, his hair spilling over his shoulders. Kakashi wanted a taste of his will...he would get it.
Kakashi recognized the look in Iruka's narrowed eyes immediately. His expression turned predatory once again. Iruka shivered with excitement.
"Let's see how long you last." The jounin growled.
Suddenly, Kakashi had pinned Iruka's legs down with his knees. The chuunin reacted instantly, twisting his body violently and springing up.
He gasped as his back hit the mattress again. Damnit! He tried to surge forward.
His arms were pinned over his head. He gazed, wide eyed, at Kakashi, who was hovering over him and holding his wrists together with one hand. He looked proud of himself. He looked like he was ready to fuck Iruka till he screamed.
Iruka didn't want to give in that easy –he wanted Kakashi alright, but now this was a challenge.
He shot Kakashi his defiant glare. He pushed chakra into his left leg and yanked it out from under the jounin. Kakashi sent him a feral grin before he moved; quick as a flash. Iruka felt his back being pushed up against the headboard. Kakashi was sitting in his lap, his legs curled around Irukas. Iruka made one last attempt to shove Kakashi with his arms, but Kakashi gripped his wrists again and pinned over his head effortlessly with one hand.
Iruka panted. He had absolutely no chance. He was a little stung...but a lot turned on.
He glared anyway.
Kakashi immobilized him with a sizzling stare. Iruka's resolve crumbled. His breath was still coming fast.
Kakashi leaned in and claimed Iruka's lips. He kissed him slowly and deeply. He pushed his mouth open with his own and flicked his tongue over Irukas. The chuunins muscles relaxed and he melted into the kiss, moaning lightly.
Kakashi's free hand glided up the chuunins neck, grazing along his jaw. He gripped Irukas chin and tilted his head to the side, breaking the kiss. He bent his head and bit Iruka on the neck. The chuunin gasped, the strong heat returning to his groin. Kakashi continued his descent. He dragged his teeth down Iruka's pec and bit his nipple. The chuunin jumped slightly.
"Ka-"
Kakashi yanked him to the side by his arms and he fell sideways onto the mattress. He twisted him a bit to the side until Iruka was flat on his back. He kept his arms pinned with one hand, and with the other, yanked the chuunins pants off so effortlessly Iruka wondered with a pang of jealousy how many times he'd done it before.
Kakashi took one of Irukas wrists in each hand and pinned them to the mattress on his sides. He sat on his waist. He leaned forward again, balancing his weight on his arms, pushing Irukas wrists farther into the mattress. He licked a line from the middle of Iruka's chest down to his belly button with the tip of his tongue. He kissed a trail from his belly button to the inside of Iruka's thigh.
The chuunin pressed his head into the mattress. He was almost desperate for more; but he knew Kakashi wanted that, so he tried to remain quiet.
The jounin licked all the way around the sensitive skin between Iruka's thigh and his length. Iruka moaned loudly –he couldn't help it. Kakashi bit down.
"Ahh...!"
The jounin paid his attentions to Irukas other thigh, and the chuunin tried his absolute hardest not to squirm or buck. Kakashi nipped his way down this time, teasing the soft skin with his teeth, pointedly avoiding Iruka's cock.
Iruka whimpered.
He tentatively let go of Irukas wrists, and they stayed where they were. Kakashi grazed his fingers lightly down the inside of the chuunins thighs, and kissed the base of his length. Iruka cried out.
"Kakashi..." He groaned, his back arching.
The jounin said nothing. He crawled back up Iruka, making sure his stomach grazed against the chuunins hardness. Iruka sucked in a sharp breath. He gripped Kakashi's broad back with his hands and dug his nails into his skin. He whimpered again.
"Mmm..." Kakashi purred, kissing the side of Irukas face. The chuunin wanted him so badly it was almost painful. The jounin reached down and very, very lightly, ran his finger over the tip of Irukas cock.
"AHHH! Kakashi, you're awful!" Iruka cried, clutching the jounin tighter.
Kakashi responded by sucking on the underside of Irukas jaw.
"Kakashi..."
The jounin moved down again. He kissed a nipple. He kissed Iruka's sides. He kissed his hips.
"FINE!" Iruka cried, arching his back. "I can't...take it...please!"
Kakashi looked up. He blinked innocently. "Please what?"
"Touch me...please..." Iruka panted. "Take me...I want you, please..."
Kakashi took a moment to kiss Iruka lightly on the lips. A second later, he was taking the chuunins entire length in his mouth. Iruka moaned so loudly his voice cracked. He gripped the sheets.
"Yes...haaa..."
Kakashi swirled his tongue around Irukas length as he sucked up, flicked his tongue across the tip of Irukas penis, then slid down again.
"Ha...ha...Kakashi..." Iruka moaned softly, his head tilted back, eyes closed tightly. It felt SO good, especially after being denied for so long. The fact that it was Kakashi sent an extra thrill up his spine every time.
Kakashi stopped suddenly. He bent over the bed and picked up his pants, fishing something out. Iruka tried not to moan in misery. He never wanted Kakashi to stop.
The jounin was standing over him again, fisting a small bottle. Iruka slowly opened his eyes. He gazed at Kakashi, his face flushed and lips parted.
"Kakashi...?"
"I give you three minutes before you beg me to stop."
Iruka felt a small thrill. "Wh-what?"
Kakashi spread Iruka's thighs. He lathered his fingers in oil. It dawned on Iruka what was about to happen, and he felt all his nerves inflame into waves of heat. Oh God, yes...yes...
Kakashi kneeled in front of Irukas hips, his eyes never leaving the chuunin's. He looked hungry, he looked excited; he looked soft and caring. He slid his fingers inside Iruka, pushing his fingertips against him as he moved inside. Iruka inhaled loudly, his back arching slightly. He moaned Kakashi's name.
Kakashi began a slow, steady rhythm. Very slowly, he pushed in and he pulled out. In...out...slowly...
Iruka's legs were shaking. He was panting.
"Kakashi...haaaa...yes...oh..."
In...out...in...
"Kakashi...faster, please..."
Kakashi smirked. He kept his slow pace. He pushed his fingers up against the walls of Iruka as he pulled out. Iruka's back arched higher. He gripped the sheets again.
"Kakashi!"
In...out...slowly.
Iruka was beside himself.
"Pleasepleaseplease!"
Kakashi stopped. He removed his fingers and oiled himself. Iruka did his best not to whimper.
The jounin lifted Iruka's hips, spread his thighs and positioned himself. Slowly, he slipped into Iruka. The chuunin was so wound up, every inch Kakashi moved in felt like liquid fire pouring into him.
"OOoohhh...YES..."
Kakashi hooked Irukas thighs around his waist and bent over, pressing his chest against Irukas. The chuunin wrapped his arms around Kakashi's neck and kissed him reverently. Kakashi kissed back as he rocked his hips, pushing deep inside of Iruka and slowly, slowly pulling out.
"Ahhhh...ahh!"
Iruka felt like he was going mad. There was an intense, burning sensation building up in the pit of his stomach. He felt constant electric jolts of pleasure spiralling up his back and exploding into the base of his skull. Every single nerve was on edge. He was so pent up from so much teasing, he felt like Kakashi was driving him mad.
"Yes...YES...faster, please, please..." Iruka begged, moaned, whimpered. He dug his nails into Kakashis back so hard he broke skin. Kakashi's breath was ragged, but he continued his excruciatingly slow pace. Iruka clenched his thighs around the jounins waist. He bit, hard, into the crook of Kakashi's neck.
"FASTER!" He cried, seeing spots behind his eyes again. He really thought he was going to go insane.
Kakashi grabbed Irukas hands and pinned them to his sides again. Iruka squirmed, but he barely had any energy. Kakashi continued to penetrate him deep, but slow...so slow...
"STOP! Please, Kakashi...aahhh...please stop..."
Kakashi paused. He met Irukas eyes. He was grinning, but his expression was laden with heavy lust. He was sweating, his cheeks were flushed. He panted.
"That's...that's about three minutes, I'd say."
Iruka glared heatedly.
Kakashi let Irukas hands go and gripped his thighs again. He pulled him up at a sharp angle, adjusted his own weight, and gave Iruka exactly what he asked for. He penetrated him in one quick movement, pulled back, and slammed into him again.
"OH GOD!" Iruka cried, throwing his head back.
"...Haaa...YES, YES, YES!"
Iruka was frantic. Kakashi plunged into him, hitting his prostate fast and hard over and over. Iruka couldn't think at all. He wasn't even really seeing. He was just feeling.
He felt himself tipping over the edge. It was like a wall of heat smashed into him. He held his arms out –he wanted Kakashi close to him. The jounin obliged and scooped Iruka up, finishing him off curled over him. Iruka arched his back against Kakashi and cried out, then face buried in his shoulder. Kakashi came a moment later, much more gracefully with a light "Ah!".
They sagged against each other.
Iruka was completely out of it. Both men were panting heavily, completely spent. Iruka could still feel waves of pleasure assaulting his body, even after his orgasm.
Kakashi pulled out of him and lay back, on his side, next to Iruka. He gave himself a few deep breaths before twisting behind him and removing a face cloth from the night stand. He slowly, gently cleaned Iruka's abdomen. The chuunin hazily blinked up at him.
"I...take it back. You may actually be evil."
Kakashi just smirked. "I would say I didn't hear you complaining, but that would be lying."
They gazed at each other for a moment. Iruka pushed himself up on his arms and Kakashi dipped his head; they kissed softly.
When they pulled away, Iruka craned his eyebrow at the jounin. "I noticed you were prepared." He gestured with his chin towards the forgotten bottle of oil.
Kakashi shrugged innocently. "Is a ninja not supposed to be prepared?"
Iruka hit him on the arm.
Then he seemed to remember something.
"Wait...did you...uh...hear what happened with Rinjin at the door?" He asked with a slight blush. He sure as hell had no idea.
Kakashi waved it off. "Shizune-san took care of her, no need to worry."
Iruka blinked.
Did he just say Shizune?
No he didn't.
Kakashi grinned manically.
OH GOD!
"Sh-sh-SHIZUNE-SAN!?"
Again, Kakashi looked unperturbed. "I told you, they can't hear us; not to worry." He paused. "Well...maybe they could hear you. You're quite the little screamer, Iruka."
Iruka's head felt like it was going to explode. He was mortified.
He chose to ignore the comment about his volume so he wouldn't have to talk about it.
Even though it was KAKASHI'S damn fault...
"But...she...how...?"
"She's been the "doctor" who has looked after you during your tragic recovery period. Convenient, isn't it?"
Iruka just gaped.
Konoha...sent reinforcements?
"When..."
"We've been slowly infiltrating. There are a few more here; just to ensure there are no future problems for our village. I'm sure you'll see them soon."
"Ah..."
Iruka calmed down a bit. Kakashi generally didn't stress about ANYTHING, but if he wasn't worried about being utterly shamed in front of his comrades, Iruka supposed he shouldn't worry about it either.
Kakashi snaked his arms around Iruka's waist and pulled him against his body. The chuunin sighed and deflated against the feel of Kakashi around him.
"I want to spoon."
Iruka snorted. "I never would have guessed..."
Kakashi pulled them onto their sides.
"I don't do little spoon."
"To assume so would be madness!"
"Quiet. Nap now."
Iruka laughed. Kakashi had reverted back to his usual quirky self. Iruka wiggled back so he was comfortably 'spooned' against the jounin, before his eyes fluttered closed and he fell into a deep, satisfied sleep.
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WELL! There yah have it. Sexy times. Hope you guys enjoyed...REALLYIHOPEYOUDID :O
