03.

When Iruka arrived home early Sunday afternoon, Kakashi wasn't there.

"Where's Kashi, huh?" he asked, picking up Pakkun to rub him down. The dog licked his face in reply.

After taking a hot shower, Iruka collapsed into the couch, and turned on the TV to hook up Spotify. He opened the drawer to the coffee table and pulled out a small glass pipe, a bud of a weed, and a grinder. He clicked on Devandra Banhart, before packing his bowl.

He took a large hit and leaned his head back against the ledge of the couch, blowing the smoke straight up into the air. He propped his feet on the coffee table and stared at the ceiling.

Really? A child, Iruka?

He didn't ask how old Naruto was, but if he had to guess, it'd be around 7? Maybe. He was terrible at discerning kid's ages. Definitely younger than 10, though. He knew that for sure.

What if Kakashi didn't like Naruto? Or didn't see the same things he did?

What if Kakashi would rather have an infant? For bonding purposes, or something. Would he rather have an infant?

He contemplated that, pulling on his pipe again.

No matter what way he thought about it, he couldn't deny it. There was something about Naruto that tugged at his heart. He felt it the moment he helped him touch the shark. This desire to… to… nurture.

Iruka heaved a deep sigh. He was nervous to talk to his husband. Not because he was afraid of resistance, but because he thought Kakashi would most likely say yes. A wave of terror washed over him.

What did he know about being a dad? How do you even go about being someone's dad, who hasn't had one for the first part of his life? He couldn't just show up and expect Naruto to accept him, even though their first encounter had been positive.

Dad.

Ew, he laughed to himself.

He didn't like the way that sounded. It was too… suburban American. He'd have to use something else.

—

Kakashi dropped his gym bag on the floor at the top of the stairs, and went into the kitchen to find Iruka making a sandwich.

"Hey," he said, wrapping his arm's around Iruka from behind.

This was Iruka's favorite thing. He loved seeing his husband's tattooed arms around him. There was something about it that turned him on. He remembered how one of those arms was reaching into Kakashi's own pants last night. The thought sat hot in his groin. He pressed back against him.

"Hi," he said, tilting his head back into Kakashi's shoulder, who showered a series of kisses onto his jaw.

"Smells like weed in here. Did your weekend take a stressful turn?"

Iruka laughed at that. Kind of? But not in the way Kakashi meant.

"Not particularly. I just felt like smoking."

"Mmm," Kakashi said, placing a kiss to his neck before releasing him and heading into the other room.

Iruka heard the click of the lighter, as Kakashi took his own hit.

"Are you hungry?" Iruka asked, poking his head around the doorframe. The smoke still hung in the air, catching the afternoon light. "Do you want me to make you a sandwich?"

"Yeah, that sounds great," Kakashi choked out.

Kakashi came back into the kitchen just as Iruka was placing the second plate on the table. He grabbed him by the arm before he could sit down, and began to dance. "Carmencita" by Devenda Banhart was coming out of the speakers.

"You know the next 'After Hours' event at the Shedd is a salsa night," Iruka said, moving his hips in front of him. "We should go."

Kakashi laughed.

"I'd look like an idiot next to you."

"You've got rhythm, baby," Iruka said, giving his ass a squeeze. "You're a great dancer. I've told you that a million times."

"Regular dancing and salsa dancing are totally different," Kakashi said, as Iruka turned to give him his back. "One of us didn't grow up in a Latino household," he said into his ear, before biting down on the lobe.

"You hadn't even heard salsa music before I played it for you," Iruka laughed, in remembrance.

"It's not really that popular with the Japanese," Kakashi teased.

"Or punks," Iruka retorted, turning around to wiggle his eyebrows at him.

Kakashi gave him a playful shove.

"Yeah, yeah. I was a music snob, I know."

Iruka took his place at the table. Kakashi followed suit.

Iruka took a bite of his sandwich, wondering how to start this conversation. He pulled a leg up onto his chair and decided to just dive right in.

"What do you think about adopting a child?" Iruka asked, between bites.

Kakashi leaned back in his chair, looking at him in surprise.

"Just how high are you?" he teased, pointing half of his sandwich at him.

"I'm serious," Iruka laughed. "I'd love to raise a child with you. It's not the weed talking."

Kakashi narrowed his eyes at him in suspicion.

"Spill it."

Kakashi knew him too well. Something had prompted Iruka to bring this up.

Iruka took a deep breath.

"Remember how I said one of our donors had purchased tickets for the kids at that orphanage in Oak Park? Well, I… I met a little boy who just… captured my heart. It was so weird. I don't know. He puts out this air of confidence, and he's out going and chatty, but underneath I think he's… he's really… tender?" Iruka said, having a hard time finding the right word.

"We shared a few moments and at one point, he asked me if he could live at the aquarium, because it was better than any house he had been placed in. I was a goner after that."

Kakashi looked at his husband with love and appreciation. Iruka had the biggest heart out of anyone he'd ever met. It was one of the things he loved about him.

"I think it'd be a perfect time. We're both going to be 30 this year. We have steady jobs and a nice cushion in our savings," Iruka rattled out, nervously.

"What's his name?"

"Naruto."

"That's Japanese."

"I know. But he has blonde hair and blue eyes."

"Hm," was all Kakashi said.

There was a long pause. Iruka looked at him, imploringly, even though Kakashi seemed to be examining the black and white tiles on the kitchen floor.

"Well," Kakashi said, meeting his eyes, after what felt like eternity. "I'd have to meet him first."

Iruka sprang up from the table and smashed his lips against his.

—

Iruka was scrambling about their apartment. The car keys he had just picked up from the basket on top of their table in the hall, slipped from his fingers. It had taken over a week of coordinating with the orphanage, before they finally granted him permission to take Naruto out for a few hours.

It was a Tuesday, Iruka's day off. After stress-cleaning the entire apartment all day, it was time for him to leave. He was to pick up Naruto at the orphanage. Kakashi would meet them at the aquarium, coming straight from work.

He took a deep breath, checked himself in the hall mirror once more, picked up his keys from the floor, and jogged down the stairs.

Iruka was going to fulfill his promise.

—

After filling out the release forms, Iruka down sat in a chair, anxiously shaking his leg, while he waited for Naruto. When he appeared, Naruto was wearing the same frog shirt that he had seen him in last time, underneath an open hoodie. The little blonde haired boy looked at him apprehensively. Neither him nor Iruka, seemed to know how to act. At least they were on the same page.

"Naruto," Iruka began, "You ready to see some more animals?"

A small smile crept across the boy's face. He nodded.

"Ok, let's go."

—

Iruka slipped a lanyard over Naruto's head.

"Keep this on. It's a special pass that'll get you into places regular people can't go."

Naruto beamed at him.

"I'm not a regular person!" he cried.

"Nope. Not today."

"Not any day," Naruto corrected him.

Iruka laughed. He'd been worried about the car ride over here, but soon found out that there was nothing to worry about. Naruto chatted his ear off, talking about anything and everything.

He saw Kakashi walk in through the glass doors, still in his work attire. He had been working at the office today, but at least he removed the tie, making it more casual.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, when he approached them.

Iruka smiled at him. In truth, he was dreading this moment. If they could get over this, the rest would be easy. He had decided, along with Kakashi, to tell Naruto straight away. There really wasn't any other choice, as far as they were concerned. They were both out, and had been, for most of their lives. Skipping around it felt like it would imply to Naruto that it wasn't natural. No man would hesitate about introducing his wife, so they weren't going to be any different.

"Naruto, this is my husband, Kakashi."

"Hi, Naruto," Kakashi smiled, "It's nice to meet you."

"Hello," Naruto said, looking up at him with his big blue eyes.

"So… you're gay."

Iruka's heart leapt to his throat. He attempted to swallow it back down.

"Y-yes. Does that… bother you, Naruto?"

"No," he said, shrugging his shoulders. He pulled at the lanyard around his neck.

"Can we see the frogs now?" he smiled, moving on, just like that.

Iruka heaved a sigh of relief. Kakashi gently placed a hand at the small of his back, as if to steady him.

"Of course."

He shot a look at Kakashi, who gave him a warm smile, and intertwined his hand in his.

—

"I never thought a dolphin would feel like that," Naruto said, as they were leaving the aquarium. "It was all squishy. Hey, who swims faster, you or Isla?"

Iruka laughed.

"Definitely Isla. She can swim between 20-25 miles per hour. Some species can swim up to 35."

"That's not very fast."

"Maybe not in a car, no. But considering the average speed for experienced swimmers is 3.7 miles per hour, that's pretty fast in comparison."

"You're slow!" Naruto giggled, pointing at him, while sliding his new frog figurine that Kakashi had bought him down the railing.

Iruka glanced at his watch. It was 6:30. They had to have Naruto back by 8:00 sharp.

"Are you hungry, Naruto?"

He nodded his head.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked, looking at Kakashi for suggestions.

"How about ramen?" he supplied. "Naruto, have you ever had ramen?"

"Yup! I put it in the microwave all by myself, too," Naruto said, proudly.

Kakashi inwardly cringed. Top Ramen or Cup of Noodles or whatever that bullshit was, was not ramen.

"Well, this is going to be a little different, but I bet you'll still like it."

"Ok!" Naruto said, jumping down with both feet onto the next step.

—

"Well, I think that went pret…" Kakashi started, before Iruka crashed his lips against his, fingers already fumbling at the buttons on his shirt.

"Iru," Kakashi laughed, "let me take off my shoes at leas.."

"No," Iruka said, cutting him off again.

"Bésame," he demanded. (Kiss me)

Kakashi cupped Iruka's face in his hands and kissed him back hard, getting the hint. Iruka pushed him towards the bedroom, until he flopped onto the bed.

Seeing Kakashi interact with Naruto this evening was like falling into a dream he never knew he had. He didn't think it was possible to fall more in love with his husband than he already was, but today he was proven wrong.

He straddled Kakashi on the bed and slowly finished unbuttoning his shirt.

"We're going to have a son," he said for the first time. It felt foreign and exciting. He dragged a hand down Kakashi's bare chest.

"Are you ready?" Kakashi grinned, rocking his hips up to make contact.

"If you're with me, I'm ready for anything," Iruka said, enveloping Kakashi's nipple in a wet kiss.

In one swift movement, Kakashi had changed their positions, putting Iruka beneath him. He brought a hand down to his cock. He raised an eyebrow at him.

"Told you," Iruka smirked.

Kakashi slipped out of his dress shirt before removing Iruka's thermal. Iruka went to latch onto Kakashi's hips with his hands, but Kakashi pinned his wrists above his head. He scraped his teeth along Iruka's collarbone, before biting down hard into the thick black lines of Iruka's tribal tattoo on his shoulder. Kakashi wasn't the only one with ink. Iruka had a large killer whale in the distinctive style of the Tlingit and Haida, that went halfway down his bicep. Kakashi sucked at the same spot to soothe the pain.

Iruka tried to move his arms but Kakashi kept them there with considerable force. It almost hurt.

Kakashi brought his mouth down an inch from Iruka's lips, only to pull away when Iruka came to meet him.

"Fucking tease," Iruka hissed, making another unsuccessful attempt at releasing his arms. The denial had lit his skin on fire.

Kakashi ran his tongue up the back of Iruka's bicep while grinding his pelvis down, causing Iruka to moan into his ear. He was dying to dig his fingers into Kakashi's skin. To rake and grasp and clutch and fuck. Kakashi better be prepared for when he let him go, because he was going to go off.

Kakashi brought their mouths together and Iruka sank his teeth into his lower lip and held on, in retribution. Kakashi smiled against his mouth, ready to match his feral energy. He kissed Iruka hard, parting his lips to let their tongues slide and roll over and under each other. Iruka sucked Kakashi's tongue into his mouth, provoking a deep moan to rise from his throat. The sound made the hair on Iruka's skin prickle.

When Kakashi finally let go of Iruka's wrists, he immediately latched onto his hair, yanking Kakashi's head back to expose his neck. Kakashi inhaled sharply from the sting of it, as Iruka nipped and licked and sucked at every available inch of skin. He brought his mouth back to Kakashi's and kissed him with force, lifting the upper half of his body off the bed.

They made out aggressively, their teeth clacking together accidentally, as each one fought for dominance, all while rubbing desperately against each other.

"Get the fuck out of these pants," Kakashi growled, as he whipped his own belt out of its loops and tossed it to the floor.

Iruka ripped his pants off in two seconds flat and pulled Kakashi back into him, parting his legs to let him fall in between. Iruka shuddered when their erections touched, a bout of electricity shooting through him. He brought his hand down to Kakashi's cock and gave it a few hard pumps before grasping it.

"Get inside me, before I lose it."

Kakashi prepped him with a liberal amount of lube, before rolling on a condom, and applying it to himself.

"Ahh, hngh," Iruka moaned, as Kakashi began to thrust, digging his fingers into the back of Kakashi's thighs.

He watched as Kakashi slid in and out of him, his defined abdominal muscles clearly visible from the work. Iruka bit his lip.

Fuck was Kakashi hot.

Iruka's eyes squeezed shut as he hit just the right spot. He heard the cap of the lube click open again and before he knew it, Kakashi's hand was on him, wet and hot, sliding deliciously up and down his dick.

Iruka groaned through clenched teeth.

"Like hell you're going to stifle those moans," Kakashi said, coming to bite at his jaw. "Say my name."

"Ka-kash-i," Iruka breathed out, as Kakashi expertly aimed for his sweet spot.

"Again."

"Ka-ahh-kashh-iiii," Iruka moaned.

"Mmm," Kakashi responded, increasing his speed.

"Coño. Me encanta cuando estas a dentro de mi, papi."

(Shit. I love when you're inside me.)

This incited Kakashi to thrust harder, fucking Iruka down into the mattress. He knew Kakashi loved it when he spoke Spanish in bed.

Seconds later, Kakashi's body was shaking on top of him, as Iruka's own orgasm spilled out onto his stomach.

"Fuck," Kakashi said, pulling out and running his lube-free hand through his hair. "That was so good."

"Mmm," Iruka agreed, his heart still pounding inside his chest. He licked his lips. "Though I think my wrists might be bruised."

Kakashi brought one of them to his mouth and kissed it.

"Shit. I'm sorry," Kakashi laughed, still kneeling in front of him.

"Please don't be," Iruka said, pinching Kakashi's chin a little too hard, between his fingers.

Kakashi smiled, wrapping his hand around Iruka's forearm, to pull him up from the bed. It brought Iruka face to face with Kakashi's pecs. He hugged his husband's torso, nuzzling his nose into the dragon that was inked along his ribcage.

"You still have cum all over you," Kakashi reminded him.

"I don't care," he hummed into his skin.

"What if I do?" Kakashi teased.

Iruka lifted his head.

"Do you?"

Kakashi swiped his finger through it, before putting it in his mouth.

"Does that answer your question?"

Iruka felt as if a ball of lead had been dropped into his stomach.

Goddammit. Was it normal to be this attracted to someone? Had his sex drive always been this high? He didn't know. He couldn't remember anything outside of Kakashi anymore. None of it mattered.

"Join me in the shower," Iruka said, moving to get up off the bed, his mind concocting a myriad of erotic things.

Kakashi got up too, taking his condom off.

"Ok, but for the record, our son can't call you papi. I don't care how common that is for latin american fathers."

Iruka laughed, but when he tried to think of a reply, he could only focus on Kakashi saying 'our son'. The sensation it brought, strangled any words that may have left his throat.