He gnawed irritably on the inside of his lower lip; he didn't like secrets. Well, to be specific, he didn't like secrets that he wasn't let in on. The whole hush-hush mentality drove him up the walls.
Unless, of course, he was the one guarding the information.
He pressed himself back against the rough wall. The columns that jutted out away from the surface were just big enough that, if he sucked in his stomach and held his vest back, he was mostly hidden.
The dark cloth of Kakashi's mask stretched as the jounin smiled down at Naruto and Sakura, who were currently arguing about the merits of having Sasuke on their team. The subject of their discussion trailed behind them and was currently glaring at the ground as he walked.
But Iruka's attention was firmly focused on their silver-haired sensei. Between the angled hitai-ate and the dark fabric, the majority of the jounin's face remained a mystery.
As if Kakashi was trying to keep it a secret.
It was driving him crazy.
"Is something bothering you, Iruka-sensei?"
Iruka spun around, fighting down the urge to drop into a defensive crouch. He knew that voice, but couldn't figure out when Kakashi had left his team. "Na…Naruto-kun. I just wanted to make sure that he's doing okay." Nice save.
"Really." The jounin braced an arm over Iruka's head as the chuunin leaned backwards and slid partially down the wall in order to put some more room between himself and the other man. "That's all?"
Iruka bristled. "Is there something wrong with that, Kakashi-sensei?"
"Maa, only if you're not telling the truth."
"I don't lie. Now if you'll excuse me." He pushed against Kakashi's arm and then glared at jounin when he didn't move. As if to make the point even clearer, Kakashi planted his hand on the other side of Iruka's head. "Kakashi-sensei." Iruka growled darkly.
"You've been following us for a couple of days now. Checking up on him shouldn't take that long. Besides, Naruto talks to you all the time. You'd already know if something was wrong with him."
Iruka snapped his mouth shut and fumed silently at the older man.
"If you're still going to insist on coming up with an excuse, you're going to have to think of a better one." The jounin's eye closed as he grinned down at Iruka.
The chuunin had a feeling that the other man was teasing him, but it was impossible to tell since the goddamn mask covered so much of the other man's face.
Iruka ground his teeth before finally deciding that, since he was already here, he might as well go all the way. "Take off your mask."
Kakashi pulled back, surprise etching across his face, and Iruka dropped his gaze away from the piercing blue stare. He was instantly sorry for prying into the jounin's privacy. Kakashi looked like he was expecting something different from what Iruka'd said.
A soft chuckle pulled his attention back to the man who still had him pinned against the wall. "Is that all?"
Iruka gaped at Kakashi as the jounin eased his mask off.
"So…" The pale lips twitched into a slight smile. "What about me?"
"Eh?"
"I did what you wanted. Now you should do something for me."
Iruka couldn't seem to drag his eyes away from the exposed lower half of Kakashi's face. "Ano…I…uh…"
Kakashi cupped his hand under Iruka's chin and tilted the chuunin's head backwards. Iruka's heartbeat pulsed rapidly under his fingers as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against those of the other man.
Iruka pushed back farther against the wall, but Kakashi just leaned closer. The jounin pushed a knee in between his legs as he nipped down the other man's neck, and Iruka had to stifle a groan. Long fingers tugged incessantly at the hem of his shirt until it came free. Kakashi chuckled into the chuunin's shoulder when Iruka arched and gasped at the feather-light touches along his torso.
"Wha…aahh!" Iruka sat bolt upright in bed, tossing the sheets back and cursing under his breath. The dream had been far too realistic, as evidenced by the throbbing hardness between his legs. This curiosity about Kakashi's mask had gotten completely out of control.
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