EPILOGUE

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On the other side of town, Iruka sat at home, impatiently waiting for Kakashi to return. From what the other senseis had told him, Genma had gone in search for the silver-haired jounin. They also mentioned that both men had been acting weirdly for days now. The usually flirtatious Genma had been skulking around, snapping at anyone that approached him. And Kakashi? The Hokage herself had to have a talk with him about misusing his Sharingan in the teacher's lounge. Iruka was anxious to know the outcome.

As he waited, Iruka thought about that night, just a few days ago after his fateful encounter with Genma…

Flashback….

The two shinobi were lying, sticky and stated on the bed, bodies slowly starting to cool, heartbeats beginning to return to normal. Make-up sex was definitely the best of all the categories of sex that existed. Iruka shifted slightly so that he was curled up against the older man, throwing his leg over Kakashi's, rubbing up against the taller man. He then teasingly nuzzled at the fair skin just beneath Kakashi's jaw leading to his neck. Mmmm….Iruka stuck out his tongue and took a long, slow swipe. Definitely vanilla. Rich, smooth and creaaamy vanilla. He licked again and then continued lapping wetly because, if truth be known, he was headily addicted to the way the jounin tasted.

'Ruka?' murmured the sleepy copy nin quite enjoying the feast his young love was making of his skin. 'Are we going again? Did I leave out more bits?'

Despite the hopeful tone to his voice, Kakashi was starting to lose feeling in his tongue. This was mostly because Iruka had insisted on three separate occasions that the jounin had left bits un-licked and the older man had to re-start his lick-fest from the very beginning. Starting from the toes of course. Kakashi didn't really mind because for some reason, his Ruka had suddenly developed an insecurity about how lick-worthy he was and the older man couldn't allow that could he? Although, Kakashi had noticed that the younger man's insecurity had centered quite distinctly on certain… bits. In fact, he had made his jounin lover lick a certain smooth phallic shaped bit over and over and over….

'Maybe….' Iruka whispered happily in reply, 'You might have to check again in a few minutes.' The young sensei seemed to enjoy trailing his fingers on the wetness that had splattered on Kakashi's pale, leanly muscled stomach. Using just the tip of his index finger, he started to draw long wobbly lines and crooked little hearts with the silkily warm fluid. Kakashi' tummy wriggled a little as he clamped down on Iruka's wandering hand.

'Tickles' murmured the still sleepy copy nin.

'You're sticky' retorted Iruka. 'Me also.'

'Hmmm…..don't care. I like you sticky.' A single blue eye opened and leered at the blushing sensei. 'You should be sticky all the time'. Iruka giggled and ducked his tousled head back into the crook of Kakashi's neck, smiling against the warm skin. He took a deep breath. The man even smelled like vanilla. Rich, smooth and creaaamy vanilla essence.

Sniff…Lick…Sniff…Lick….Lick…Sniff….Giggle.

There was quiet for a while, as the two men drowsed. Then Iruka spoke again, murmuring into his lover's pale neck.

'Kakashi?'

'Hmmm?'

'I'm glad you're not angry.'

'At you? Not anymore. As long as you don't go around randomly licking other jounin.'

'Not at me. At Genma.'

'What? Genma? Why would I be mad at Genma?'

Kakashi thought he should probably have a word or two with the other jounin about Iruka's little prank. It was no wonder the other man had muttered about nut cases when Kakashi passed him in the hallway. Genma must have shown considerable restraint. God knows that an upset Iruka was an irrational Iruka and even someone at jounin level would have problems handling the emotional chuunin.

'It was because of him that I….that I…'

Huh? What was Iruka talking about?

'That you what?' asked Kakashi.

'That I didn't feel…lickable…' murmured the chuunin sensei, his voice almost an inaudible whisper.

'What? Why? He was probably just shocked that you…'

'He yelled and…and he ran away! And he gave me this funny look…' Iruka seemed to have to take a deep steadying breath.

Kakashi knew that the young sensei wasn't the brightest bulb when it came to his own allure. Genma probably ran away to….relieve himself, so to speak. And Kakashi was pretty sure that Genma's 'funny' look was one of unadulterated animal lust. Iruka had LICKED him for god's sake. Any red-blooded male would have surely experience a spontaneous groin related swelling. And Genma, from the grapevine in the teacher's lounge, was most definitely a red-blooded man. But just as Kakashi was about to explain the facts of life to his sweet innocent love, Iruka murmured sadly,

'He looked…disgusted.' The younger man whispered the last word out as if saying it any louder would lend it greater credence. 'And he…he didn't even turn red like Asuma did.' The chuunin turned his head away from Kakashi in apparent shame.

Kakashi paused for a moment to digest the information he was receiving from the younger man. Iruka continued,

'I already told you he ran away. But I was…I was too ashamed to tell you that it was because he was….grossed out.' The young sensei paused a moment before adding, 'I didn't want you to get ANGRY' A look, 'at GENMA.' Another look.

Kakashi was still doubtful,

'Are you sure he looked dis…'

'Yes'. Mournfully sad. 'I know what disgust looks like. The villagers used to look at Naruto like that all the time.' A sniff. 'But don't be mad at him ok? I'm probably not very…'

'You are very! You're VERY VERY! Don't let that senbon-sucking rat bastard tell you otherwise.'

Kakashi was fuming. Like the way Naruto got stared at? Even now, after all the boy had achieved, Kakashi still caught some of the villages giving looks to the energetic teen. If that was the look the senbon-chewing jounin gave his Ruka….Well, if Genma thought that he would get away with insulting his beloved Ruka he had something else coming.

'Describe everything that Genma did. Don't miss anything out.' Commanded the now irate jounin.

It was very late by the time Iruka finished with his story and after Kakashi had clarified several points, the young sensei had apparently fallen into an exhausted sleep, Kakashi however, remained wide-awake. He held on protectively to his younger love and swore that Shiranui Genma was going to experience the wrath of Sharingan Kakashi as it had never been unleashed before. As the absorbed silver-haired jounin plotted and planned, he missed the peek that the supposedly slumbering Iruka snuck at him. In fact, the pale man was so engrossed with his internal ministrations, it was no wonder he missed both the soft snicker that emerged and the self-satisfied smirk that crossed the chuunin's face as Iruka finally fell into a contented sleep.

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Back in the present, Iruka grinned impishly to himself, his pert bits almost vibrating in anticipation. He couldn't wait for Kakashi to get back and tell him what had happened. Life was definitely good.

THE END.