A/N: Here's another drabble for you, since I can't write on anything else right now due to my muse having escaped her cage...

Inappropriate

By General16

Kakashi frowned all of a sudden and lowered the hand holding the paintbrush, glancing at Iruka over his shoulder. The younger man was busy masking the skirting board at the wall behind Kakashi with tape, tongue sticking out between his lips as he focused on his task.

"Hey…" Kakashi called, dragging the hand not holding the brush over his forehead, leaving a smudge of brown paint on his skin and a little in his hair too. Despite being held back by a diadem – making Iruka and Naruto snigger whenever he wore the thing – his hair kept flopping over it. Kakashi was seriously considering a haircut in the near future. Maybe he should shave it all off…

"Mm?" Iruka's absent grunt yanked Kakashi back at what he was saying and he forgot about his hair for a moment.

"Have you seen Naruto?"

Iruka looked up, brows knitting in a concerned frown. "No for the last hour… I thought you kept an eye on him."

Kakashi refused to feel guilty. They both had a lot to do, seeing as the house they'd bought a week ago really needed some touching up. They'd already painted and put up new wall-papers in the kitchen, lounge, entryway, Naruto's new room and what was going to be a guest room. The only room left was theirs, the biggest one with the three French windows that Iruka had fallen instantly in love with.

Truth to be told, they'd both fallen for the house as soon as they'd set their eyes on it. It had been a spur of the moment kind of thing. Kakashi had half-heartedly suggested looking over some houses, getting an equally half-hearted agreement from Iruka. The more Naruto grew the more space he needed, and however much Kakashi and Iruka loved their two bedroom apartment, it had started to feel a little… crowded. Besides, with Iruka finally out of school and having gotten a job at an elementary school nearby, money wasn't an issue anymore.

That's how they ended up calling Maito Gai, Realtor and an old friend of Kakashi's. Or well, friend was maybe too strong a word. Reluctant acquainted was a better way of putting it, at least from Kakashi's side. Gai had been a… experience to say the least. He'd been really enthusiastic, promising to give them the house of their dreams and if he'd fail he'd do some ridiculous training exercise.

Given the man's general tall and bulky appearance, Iruka was quite convinced that he'd done a lot of them in his days. He'd shown them what, during the time, seemed to be thousands of different houses until they finally came to this one.

Two stories, four bedrooms and a small tower it'd been built back in the fifties by an old, eccentric man who'd loved the Victorian era. It was perfect. It had been closer to Naruto's school than their apartment and both Kakashi and Iruka could now walk to their jobs, rendering their car useless. They'd sold it without much remorse.

And so now they were living in a mess, literally. At the apartment, there were boxes everywhere. How they'd managed to collect so much stuff in just under seven years was anyone's guess.

Very sick of it, after only a week, they only wanted to get the painting and touch ups done so they could move in and start their life in the new house. Kakashi was about to open his mouth to retort when he was saved from a looming quarrel, as Naruto's voice sounded from the doorway.

"Daddy, what's a cunt?"

Both men's heads snapped to face the blond boy who was standing in the doorway, clutching an orange book in his hands. The blue eyes were glued at the sides opened before him, a small frown knitting flaxen brows as Naruto read with utter concentration.

"What?" Iruka almost screeched, on his feet in an instant as he stomped to Naruto and all but ripped the book from the boy's hands.

"Hey! I was reading that!" Naruto yelled, affronted by Iruka's rude book-snatching.

"Where the hell did you get this…" Iruka trailed off as the words still on display registered and he dropped the book like it'd been hot coal. Kakashi had a hard time not snickering when the brunet started to splutter; it was always so entertaining when Iruka got worked up.

The silver-haired man dropped the paintbrush in the tray at his feet and walked over to his lover and their son, gingerly picking up the book from the floor.

"Icha Icha Paradise", Kakashi read out loud, glancing down at Naruto when he was done. "Where did you get this, Naruto?" Both Kakashi and Iruka knew very well what kind of book it was, but neither of them had ever read it. It was kinda famous though, at least among people over eighteen.

"From the old man next door!" Naruto happily supplied, stretching his hand out to Kakashi. "Now give it back. It's mine." Small fingers wiggled expectantly but the happy face fell when Kakashi shook his head.

"Sorry buddy. You can't read this book if you're not over eighteen. See here?" Kakashi flipped the book and pointed at the small red circle on the back of it.

Naruto frowned again. "I can too! I did it just now! And what's a cunt?" the blond demanded to know again, sending Iruka into another apoplectic fit. Kakashi winced and shook his head yet again, and crouched down to eye level with Naruto.

"That's a bad word, Naruto. Don't say it again."

Sighing deeply, the blond bowed his head and his hair fell in his face, shadowing his eyes from them. "Okay… but why can't I read the book? Will something bad happen to me?"

"Only to your morals", Iruka muttered low enough so that only Kakashi heard him. The older man resisted the urge to grin widely.

"Because it's a book from grownups only", Kakashi explained.

Naruto pouted. "That's not fair."

"Life rarely is, son. You'll learn that soon enough", Kakashi told him philosophically as he placed a hand on Naruto shoulder and steered him out of the room and towards the stairs. "Now, how about you go and get yourself an ice-cream out of the fridge?"

"Yay, ice-cream!" Naruto yelled and raced ahead down the stairs towards the kitchen, book already forgotten. Kakashi brought the forbidden item closer to his face again and couldn't help but feel a small peak of interest as he read the summary on the backside.

"Throw that filth out, Kakashi", Iruka said as he stalked by. "Shit like that will only rot your brain."

"Hmm… sure", Kakashi hummed absently, but looked up when he noticed his lover heading for the front door instead of following Naruto. "Hey, where are you going?"

"To have a long, nice talk to Jiraya-san about the inappropriateness of giving R-rated books to seven year olds!" Iruka yelled over his shoulder just as the door slammed shut behind him. Kakashi winced in sympathy with the old man, Jiraya, and hoped that Iruka would go easy on him. They both knew that he was he author, but Kakashi hadn't given the raunchy literature any closer thoughts until now…

Hmm… Whistling to himself, Kakashi tucked the book under the hem of his jeans at the small of his back. Maybe he didn't have to get rid of it right away…

Fin

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