Ah, chapter two is finally finished, hooray!

Special thanks to Damien Courtes! Thanks a whole bunch!

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"Kakashi you're early…" Iruka managed to say, still breathing rather irregularly. His stomach felt like it was tied into knots, moisture collecting on his forehead.

"Early? I'm late. I said I was going to be here at 7:30," he said with a flat tone. "Hey, what's cookin'? Smells great!"

Kakashi let himself in, pushing Iruka out of his path and found his way into the kitchen. Iruka sighed and shut the door easily.

"I'm making dinner. Fish, rice, and sweet peas. Simple," said the chunin.

"No dessert?" Kakashi grunted.

"No, I thought we would play a game instead… it's time someone beat your ass at something."

"In your dreams." The gunin smirked and raised a brow, already planning his next move.

The two sat down to eat, Kakashi eating about three fourths of what Iruka had made.

(After Dinner)

"So… what now?" Said Kakashi impatiently.

Iruka looked at the couch. Sitting on the cushions were three games, including Twister. Kakashi also looked and went toward the sofa and grabbed it. "Ah, so this is what you meant by male bonding?"

Iruka brought his hand behind his neck; his head looked down to the floor. He could feel his cheeks getting hot. "Maybe… what did you think I meant?"

"Well, as far as male bonding, I thought maybe we were going to play football, play videogames, look at porn or something along those lines that regular guys do. Never had I thought we were going to play Twister."

Iruka felt his cheeks getting even hotter and his ears were burning. Well, I can get close to you in this game… besides, I haven't even played a game of football in my life. "So, you wanna play or not..?" Iruka still felt sick to his stomach, but it was a nice feeling. His hormones calmed down a little bit and his face started to return to normal.

"Iruka, I guess it doesn't matter what game I play you at, does it? I'll still beat you."

Iruka hated not being able to tell how Kakashi was feeling. That stupid mask covers up everything… I was to see your eyes, both of them. Your round nose, your tender cheeks, your supple and moist lips…

Kakashi started laying out the plastic mat. "Wait, who's going to spin the spinner?"

Iruka looked up at his beau. "I guess I will."

"Okay," Kakashi said, "but let's make this fun. Winner… gets to pick the next game and the loser can't object to it. Deal?"

"I guess, but if it has anything to do with your books-" Iruka stopped in mid sentence and glared at Kakashi in a playful way.

"Ugh, fine. Nothing to do with my books."

"Okay, well let's start. You can go first." Iruka spun the arrow and it landed on left hand red.

Kakashi moved. Iruka spun again. This time, it ended up on right hand yellow.

They had done this over and over again until their bodies were practically entangled in the other person's. Iruka was mainly on the bottom, his arms and legs stretched from one side of the mat to the other. Their arms weaved together and one of both of their legs who intertwined.

Iruka's muscles were starting to give way. They were tight and stinging… his feet were slipping….

Both men landed on the ground, Kakashi on top of Iruka's body. Kakashi just laid they for a second, staring into his friend's chestnut eyes.

Iruka couldn't even feel Kakashi on him; it was like they were floating on a cloud. It seemed like forever until someone moved.

Without talking, the chunin pulled Kakashi's mask down and put his stray hairs behind his ears.

For the first time, Iruka saw Kakashi's face. He looked just as he thought… one eye was a deep brown, the color of coffee when it's freshly ground. The other, red as the hue of the blood flowing in his veins. The bridge of his nose was thin with a little round ball on the tip, tender, rosey cheeks, supple, moist lips…

Why would you hide your face? Your absolutely gorgeous… show your beauty!

Kakashi leaned in slowly and finally their lips met.

His lips are even softer than they look.

Iruka's hand came up to hold Kakashi's cheek. He wanted to make the next move instead of waiting for Kakashi. Iruka's tongue touched his asking for entry. Soon enough, both were checking out the other's mouth, exchanging taste, aromas, and affection. Iruka was happier than he could remember.

I'm no longer lonely…

Kakashi's hand caressed Iruka's member.

Kissing went on and on, Iruka couldn't keep track anymore. Harder and harder Kakashi was pressing, getting his whole body into rhythm. Amazingly, he picked up his lover and laid him on the table. Iruka started to undo Kakashi's pants and he undid the chunin's shirt while their lips were still locked.

The door slammed open, kicked or punched with amazing force.

"Iruka sensei! Sakura needs you, I can't find Kakashi!" It was Naruto. He was yelling at the top of his lungs, running through the apartment frantically trying to find his old teacher.

"She's is big trouble! She was captured-" Naruto stopped immediately.

"What's going on here?" Naruto just stared at the couple.

"It's not what it looks like-" Iruka tried to explain, but was interrupted in mid sentence.

"Oh yeah, you guys are just practicing some jutsu with your pants and shirts undone!" Naruto's face was turning red, his eyes were bloodshot from the pressure in his head and veins were starting to protrude by his temples. Kakashi hadnever seen Naruto in this sort of rage before."When I need you the most, I found you fondeling my old teacher. The ninja freakin' attacked us with shadow doppelgangers more advanced then my own! And man, were they fast! I need your help, but most of all, Sakura needs you!"

(End)

(To be continued in chapter three!)