AN: Edited a little because I made a bit of a copy and paste mistake when I was typing. Sorry about that!
Training with Jounin
Chapter 7: Hokage's Desk
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Umino Iruka was at an impasse. He lay in his bed with Kakashi curled around him, trying to think what he was going to do with the jounin. Kakashi seemed oblivious to his dilemma, of course. He had found a bottle of chocolate syrup in Iruka's kitchen and was enjoying his breakfast, which really consisted of him drawing little chocolate pictures on Iruka's chest and stomach and then licking them off; it wasn't the most nutritious of breakfasts, but it was a damn good way to start the day, in Kakashi's opinion. The silver-haired man grinned in childlike glee as he squirted out a sticky illustration of a very Icha Icha scene. He waited until Iruka got a good look at it (just in case he needed any ideas about how they could spend the rest of their morning) before he cleaned off his palate and began anew.
Kakashi had the attention span of a squirrel, and therein lay Iruka's problem. Jounin got bored so easily. What could Iruka do to make sure Kakashi didn't lose interest in him? Iruka could think of a thousand things he would like to do the man, but they all seemed so ordinary. He wanted something that would hold Kakashi's attention and keep him from getting bored and moving on. The older shinobi had only been a major part in his life for a total of three days, but Iruka was all ready sure that he didn't want to experience life without him. The chuunin had made do with a lonely life before, but he wasn't sure he could do it again, now that he had been with Kakashi and woken up in his arms, feeling so fully loved that he was afraid he might burst. So he had to make sure that tonight was special.
Iruka wrenched the bottle of chocolate syrup away from a protesting Kakashi.
"I think you've had enough of that now." He scolded. Kakashi grabbed for the bottle.
"But I'm not done with my masterpiece yet. You can't stop art, Iruka." He wailed mournfully. Iruka regarded the 'masterpiece' with a raised eyebrow. It was a sticky mess. What was it, two cows roller-skating?
"That's you," Kakashi told him matter-of-factly, pointing at the first roller-skating cow. "And this one's me. I'm carrying you over to the bed," he pointed at squiggly line that covered Iruka's lower stomach," so I can ravage you!" Iruka looked from the chocolaty picture to Kakashi's dead-serious face and back once more. A snort escaped from him. A chuckle soon followed. He prided himself that he didn't laugh outright, but he spent the next few minutes snickering.
"It's not done yet." Kakashi muttered, acting mock-offended.
"Well it's time to clean-up now, Kakashi-kun." Iruka replied in sensei-mode. Kakashi complied, making sure to eat the cow-Iruka's head first, leaving his body to suffer until the squiggle-line bed and the Kakashi-cow had disappeared. When he finished, Kakashi looked up from his work. Iruka leaned up and licked the stray chocolate off of his face. Kakashi allowed himself to be drawn into a chocolaty kiss, before hopping out of bed and beginning the search for some dry clothing.
"Where do you think you're going?" Iruka asked. Kakashi turned around.
"I though you were getting up now." He said. Iruka smirked and beckoned him back to bed, still brandishing the syrup bottle.
"I just said you were done. I still haven't had my breakfast." Kakashi was back in the bed at lightning speed.
"Can't miss breakfast." He said sagely. "It's the most important meal of the day." Iruka nodded and pushed the jounin down flat. He settled on top of the other ninja and began decorating him with the syrup. He didn't draw, though; he left sticky chocolate words in his wake as he worked from Kakashi's chest downward. The word 'MINE' appeared more than once, as well as 'Property of Umino Iruka'. As he got further down, he spelled out the message that Kakashi had been waiting to read. 'I'm going to ravage you.' Kakashi made to pounce, but Iruka, who was now straddling him firmly, held him in place.
"Wait 'til I'm done." He scolded, before he resumed his writing. There was just enough room left for one more message, written lovingly above the fine silvery hairs leading downward on Kakashi's lower stomach. 'I love you.' Iruka quickly lapped up that chocolaty message first, barely giving Kakashi enough time to read it. He only got halfway through licking Kakashi clean before the other ninja flipped him over and began the ravaging, leaving the chocolate syrup to be smeared between them.
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Half of Iruka's apartment was in shambles by the time the two ninja finished their breakfast, stumbled through a shower, and finally dressed. Kakashi donned one of Iruka's old uniforms, which he luckily wore loose enough that they fit the taller ninja, although they were a little tight. The bathroom was still a horror to behold, the hallway was littered with discarded towels, and the bedroom now sported tangled, chocolate smeared sheets and Iruka's clothes thrown about after being discovered unfit for Kakashi to wear. The jounin departed, coerced with promises of 'later', to give Iruka some time alone to make his home livable again. On the brighter side, the kitchen and half of the living room were spotless, thanks to Kakashi, and Iruka was sure he'd never started out a better morning (it had to be the breakfast; most important meal of the day, indeed!).
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Kurenai waltzed through Konoha, humming an old ninja drinking song and generally acting happy to be alive. She watched Kakashi passing by along the rooftops, and waved at him.
"Good morning, Kakashi!" The jounin hopped down onto the road beside her.
"Great morning." He replied. Both lost themselves in silence for a moment, thinking back on their respective mornings about what made them so great. Finally, Kurenai shook off the memory of Asuma and his liberal use of the cloning jutsu and asked Kakashi, "Where are you headed?"
Kakashi pushed the image of Iruka's hastily written declaration of love to the back of his mind for later. "Memorial Stone."
"Then the mission board?" Kakashi nodded. "Me too. We'll have to finish out missions up quickly so we can be back tonight."
There was another silence as the kunoichi and the shinobi fantasized about the night to come. They finally departed, Kakashi skipping along the roofs and Kurenai humming. The other ninja who observed them were confused at their good moods. All the jounin in the village seemed unusually happy today, as well as the ramen-shop girl and the girl from the book shop. It couldn't be the weather, since it was overcast and slightly chilly. When a few of the bolder ones asked why they were so happy, the jounin and the shop girls would only sigh and lose themselves in memory (Genma and Raido would've told, but the villagers knew better than to ask them, especially if there were any children or people with weak constitutions nearby). The only answer they could get was from the enigmatic Kakashi. "Breakfast." He told them. "Most important meal of the day."
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Iruka cleaned up the mess in his bathroom easily enough, and folded the clothes that Kakashi had searched through. He piled the sopping wet clothes, the slightly wet towels, and the sticky-and-wet sheets into a laundry basket and headed for the laudromat (open twenty-four seven for a ninja's convenience).
'What should I do with him?' He wondered again, now that the high from the sugar and from Kakashi's kisses had passed. No more Icha Icha scenes. He had already acted out the only scene in the book (and possibly the entire series) that wouldn't involve him having to wear a dress, a mini-skirt, or some sort of skimpy bikini. Besides, the lines from the book got progressively worse. Iruka was very glad they had stopped their role play before he'd had to spout out the most embarrassing dialogue. What kind of delusions was Jiraiya under, thinking that it was necessary to vocalize every step of a person's climax? 'I'm going to come!' 'I'm about to come!' 'Oh, I'm coming!' Shouldn't it be obvious to the people concerned what's going on? Why would anyone feel the need to have to shout that out?
He didn't think he wanted to follow Kurenai's route and try bondage just yet, either. Maybe later in their relationship, if Kakashi wanted it, but for right now, it seemed too early.
The chuunin walked into the laudromat and tossed in his sheets and Kakashi's clothing as quickly as possible. It wouldn't do for one of his student's parents, or heaven forbid a student, to be asking why the academy sensei was washing chocolate covered sheets and blushing.
The machine started up and began its methodical bumping and sloshing.
He just wasn't experienced enough. That had to be it. Iruka had never had a relationship with another man before, so he didn't know what he was supposed to do. All he needed to do was find someone who was experienced and ask. That didn't sound too hard. Except when he considered who he knew that would have that experience: Genma and Raido (hell no! They'd probably insist upon demonstrating everything, rather than just offering a few vague suggestions), Gai and Ebisu (no. just…no), Ibiki and Anko (he was emotionally scarred just thinking about that one), Asuma and Kurenai. That might be a possibility. Iruka was positive that Asuma, who prided himself on his masculinity and his beautiful girlfriend, would not appreciate Iruka asking him, but Kurenai always seemed happy to get involved, and had a knack for showing up at just the right times…
Speaking of which, there she was right now, walking right past the laudromat, humming an old tune. Damn. Iruka quickly wished for a winning lotto ticket, but his luck apparently didn't stretch that far (or the ticket didn't have an avid interest with his relationship with Kakashi; either way, no winning ticket appeared).
Iruka leaned out the door and called to her. "Kurenai-san! Could I speak with you for a moment?" Kurenai turned gracefully and waltzed back toward him.
"What do you need, Iruka-kun?" She asked. Iruka flushed.
"I need your advice, but I don't think here is really the place to talk about it." There were little old ninja ladies all around them, just dying to sharpen their waning information gathering skills by eavesdropping and spreading every bit of news they gleaned all through the Konoha grapevine.
"Oh, you need that sort of advice. Why don't you meet me at the memorial stone in a few minutes, when you finish up that load, 'kay?" Kurenai giggled. Iruka nodded.
"Umm, Kurenai-san?"
"Yes?" Kurenai replied, swaying again to the tune she had echoing in her head (Asuma had taken her out last night, and they had danced to that song).
"Your dress." Iruka said, blushing horribly. "It's unraveling." Kurenai looked down.
"So it is." The kunoichi reached down to where the bottom bandage of her dress had come loose and was trailing behind her. A quick knot secured it to the rest of the dress. Kurenai looked up at Iruka again. "Thank you, Iruka-kun. See you in a few minutes."
Kurenai stepped out of the laudromat and continued her half-dance down the street. As soon as she was out of Iruka's sight, she broke into a sprint to the Memorial Stone, hoping Kakashi would still be there.
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The atmosphere around the Konoha Memorial Stone was peaceful and still. Kakashi stood in front of the glossy black stone as he did every morning, not moving. He reflected on him old team, Iruka, his new team, Iruka, his friends that had died, Iruka, and his friends that still lived (like Iruka). He wondered if Iruka would have become friends with Obito, if he had been given the chance. His former team mate was so similar to Naruto. Kakashi wondered if Iruka would have liked him if he had stayed the bratty genius he had been before his team had changed him for the better.
"Kakashi!" he heard someone calling faintly. He ignored it. This was his quiet time.
Would he ever have to read Iruka's name on this stone? Kakashi frowned. No, he wouldn't. He was Konoha's copy ninja, the man of a thousand jutsu, and he wasn't going to let anything hurt his chuunin.
"Kakashi!" the voice came again, louder this time.
What was the point of knowing all those moves, if he couldn't protect the one he loved? Iruka didn't go on dangerous missions too often, since it interfered with his teaching and his work in the mission room, so it wouldn't be too hard to protect him. He could trail Iruka on the missions he did go on (it wouldn't be the first time he followed someone to make sure they were safe), and he could leave one of his nin dogs in the village to watch over hi-
"KAKASHI!" The voice shouted right in his ear, leaving his head ringing. Kakashi shook his head and looked to his side. Kurenai stood there, panting.
"You have to transform into me, quickly!" She shouted. "He'll be here soon."
Kakashi stared at Kurenai. Were all women this confusing, or was it just a kunoichi thing?
"Iruka is coming here to talk to me about you." Kurenai explained. "And I'm tired of you two not communicating and having problems. Change into me and talk to him." Oh. Okay, that made a little more sense. Kakashi transformed himself into Kurenai's body.
"Someone's coming!" Kurenai whispered, diving into the bushes nearby and concealing herself. Kakashi was still trying to orient himself again. It was very strange suddenly being almost twelve centimeters shorter than he normally was. He found himself enveloped in the shadow of another ninja. A very tall ninja. He looked up (and up and up, it seemed) before he met the face of Sarutobi Asuma. Kakashi was used to looking up at Asuma, but not to having to crane his neck to see him.
"Kurenai, I've been looking for you." Asuma purred. His cigarette wiggled as he talked, which Kakashi found rather hypnotic from down where he was. He was about to tell his jounin pal that Kurenai had just left, until he realized that he was supposed to be Kurenai. Oh, shit. Asuma wrapped his arms around the transformed Kakashi and began to pull him into a kiss.
"Stop!" Kakashi and Kurenai yelled at the same time. Asuma froze. Somehow Kurenai was in his arms, protesting, and leaping out of the bushes, disheveled, at the same time. 'Maybe Tsunade-sama is right; smoking is bad for my health.'
The Kurenai from the bushes jerked him away from the Kurenai he was holding and dragged him back into the bushes. Asuma tried to protest that a second Kurenai wouldn't bother him, but his girlfriend clamped her hand over his mouth. She jabbed her finger in the direction of the other Kurenai, who was watching Iruka approach, laundry basket in hand.
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Iruka placed his basket of now-clean clothes and sheets on the ground and sat on one of the rocks beside the Memorial Stone. Kurenai sat down beside him, a lot closer than she normally did; her leg was pressed against his and the ends of her hair were tickling his neck. He scooted away from her. He blushed, thinking about what he was about to ask, and shut his eyes tightly.
"IneedadviceonwhatIshoulddowithKakashi." He told her, all in a jumble. Kurenai blinked (she was close again; she had scooted beside him again and was leaning up so close he could feel her breath).
"What was that?" She asked innocently. Iruka repeated himself, slower this time.
"I don't know what I should do with Kakashi." Kurenai frowned.
"You don't have anything you'd like to do to him? Tie him up, act out another Icha Icha scene, anything?" Iruka shook his head.
"It's not that I don't want to do anything. It's just, I'm afraid if I bore him, he'll find someone else. I have to do something good, so he won't lose interest."
Kurenai sputtered. "Lose interest! I-he's not going to lose interest in you, Iruka! He's been in love with you for months now. He doesn't think that anything you do is boring." Iruka looked at Kurenai questioningly. How would she know what the jounin thought? Had she been talking with Kakashi?
And since when did Kurenai think that he would enjoy acting out Icha Icha? Something seemed strange here.
"Kakashi thinks everything you do is fascinating and sexy! He even watches when you grade papers sometimes, just to see that sexy scowl you do when Konohamaru puts crazy answers down." 'Kurenai' rambled on. Iruka looked down to the bottom of her bandage dress. There was no knot there.
"He isn't going to just get up and leave you. You probably couldn't get rid of him if you tried! You're stuck with him."
Iruka sneaked a kunai out of his weapons pouch and brought it behind his back as Kurenai kept talking. He reached his arm around her (she leaned in, almost snuggling him; 'Heaven forbid Asuma see this', he thought, not envying the beating he'd get for putting the moves on the bigger man's girl) and drew the knife nearer. As she continued on about Kakashi's undying devotion for the sensei, Iruka gave her arm a quick poke with his blade. There was a gasp and a popping sound. As a cloud of smoke cleared away, Kakashi sat pressed up close to Iruka where Kurenai had been. It was definitely one of those 'Oh Shit!' moments.
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Asuma had been trying to figure out Kurenai Two's hand signals (damn that woman's charades! They made no sense!) when he saw the academy sensei wrap his arms around Kurenai One, and began to see red. He whipped out one of his punching blades, ready to pounce on the chuunin as soon as Kurenai pushed him away and got out of his path of destruction. He saw a kunai flash (he'd kill Iruka for trying to hurt Kurenai!), and Kurenai Two threw herself on top of him to stop him from murdering the younger man where he sat.
Then Kurenai One changed into Kakashi, and everything made a little more sense. Well, okay, it didn't, but at least he didn't have to kill Iruka anymore. He watched as Kakashi's face went pale and Iruka's face went bright red. Kurenai was still lying on top of him, transfixed by the drama playing out in front of her, and Asuma was okay with that.
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"Kakashi, should I even bother letting you explain, or should I just kill you now?" Iruka asked, his arm still wrapped around Kakashi's shoulder, with kunai firmly in his grip.
Kakashi gulped. "Kurenai told me to." He whispered, fully aware of how pathetic he sounded. "She said we need to work out our communication problem." The vein on Iruka's forehead pulsed.
"So that merited out transforming into Kurenai and tricking me into telling you my problems?"
"I didn't trick you, technically." He felt the need to point out. "I just sat here and you told me what you thought. Do you really thing I'll leave you because you're boring?"
Iruka sputtered. "I…I don't know! That's not the point!"
"Yes, it is. Why would I want to leave you?"
"You're a jounin, and I'm a chuunin. You're adventurous and strong, and I figured you'd eventually want someone who's like you. Another jounin."
"Another jounin is the last thing I'd want. I need someone responsible, not someone unreliable like me." 'I guess that makes sense.' Iruka thought to himself.
"And I'm not going to get bored with you. Jounin would bore me, because they're all just like me. You're so different from all of us: you show your emotions, you care about people, you actually keep up with all the rules and regulations. You're fascinating. So have some confidence." Kakashi punctuated his words with a well timed kiss, just to prove to his dolphin how interested in him he was. When he pulled back, Iruka didn't look so defeated and self-conscious anymore. He smiled.
"And if you really can't think of anything, you can always go to the master for inspiration." He told him, pressing his precious orange book into Iruka's hands.
"I don't think so, Kakashi." The jounin's face fell.
"Never?" He tried to use the voice that Naruto used with him to get his way, but he couldn't sharingan voices like he could moves. He tried for the one-eyed puppy stare instead.
"Not never. Just not now."
"What if I'm very good?" Kakashi begged.
Iruka leaned forward and murmured into his ear. "Maybe. A good sensei always rewards good behavior." Iruka gave Kakashi's ear a lick and quickly retreated with his laundry basket and the reassurance that he held Kakashi's affections, quite firmly, wrapped around his fingers.
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Asuma watched Kakashi amble off toward the Mission Board once Iruka left, mumbling to himself about completing a record number of missions on one day and showing a certain sensei how good he was. Kurenai was still perched on top of him, squealing about the kiss she had just witnessed. Asuma didn't mind that she was fantasizing about two guys. All that mattered was she was still on top of him, that they were completely concealed from prying eyes, and that that blessed dress had come loose once more…
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Now that Iruka was sure that Kakashi would enjoy whatever he chose, there was one thing he decided he'd like to try. With his mission in mind, he found himself dining with the Hokage for the third day in a row.
"It must be tough doing all this work, Tsunade-sama." He cooed over their lunch, as Tsunade ranted about the burdens of leadership.
"Yes! Shizune is a slave driver, making me deal with all this paperwork!" She pointed toward the huge stacks of paper piled all over her desk. "I barely have any time for recreational activities. All this work is going to make me age prematurely."
Iruka wisely bit back any remarks about how her aging wouldn't be premature, and instead made Tsunade an offer.
"What if I came tonight and organized these papers for you. It would be much easier to get them done if they're in the right order." Iruka watched as little visions of sake bottles and gambling machines danced in Tsunade's eyes.
"That would be wonderful, Iruka-kun! What time can you get here?" Iruka smirked.
"How about you take off early, and I'll swing by here at about seven and straighten up this mess?"
Tsunade nodded. "I'll have the guards let you in." Tsunade smiled and dismissed him, already making plans for the night.
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At six forty-five, Iruka and Kakashi met up in front of the mission board. Kakashi was bouncing up and down excitedly.
"I completed forty-two missions today!" He told him.
"Really? Is that a new record?" Iruka asked. Kakashi nodded, and decided not to mention that Gai, deciding that the race for missions was a perfect competition, had finished forty-three today.
Iruka congratulated him, then whispered his plan for the night. When he finished, Kakashi kissed him and told him just how much he liked the plan (using more non-verbal communication than spoken words, but Iruka got the picture). They walked hand in hand on the roofs of Konoha, all the way to the Hokage's Mansion. Iruka greeted the guards and disappeared inside, leaving Kakashi to plan his entrance.
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The Hokage's desk is believed to be the most popular place for sex in the entire hidden village. It's not the most comfortable place for a coupling, but manages to attract the interests of jounin, chuunin, older genin, and civilians alike. When questioned about it, most reply that the thrill of the Hokage's desk was in the danger. At any moment, the most powerful ninja of the most powerful ninja country in the world could walk in and catch you. One has to be fast, quiet, stealthy, and most of all, daring.
There is also said to be notches hidden on the legs of the desk, marking every exploit that has taken place on the desk. Genma and Raido are rumored to have a leg devoted solely to their record. Once Iruka was alone in the Hokage's office and had a chance to examine the desk closely, he did see a large number of notches in the wood.
He felt a breeze for a moment, and then a body standing behind him.
"That's Genma and Raido's leg." Kakashi stated, pointing to the front left leg of the desk, where the notches were neatly lined up. Iruka turned around and looked at Kakashi.
"You didn't have any trouble breaking in?" He asked. Kakashi shook his head. He backed Iruka up to the desk and began nibbling at his neck.
"Wait a second!" Iruka scolded. "I really do have to organize these papers, otherwise Shizune-san will kill Tsunade-sama for leaving early, and Tsunade-sama will kill me."
Kakashi sighed. "Fine. Hurry though." Iruka nodded and began leafing through the papers. They were already in pretty good order, thanks to Shizune. It only took him a few minutes to fix them and move the stacks off of the desk to make room for Kakashi and himself.
"Done!" he proclaimed. Kakashi pounced and latched onto his neck once more. As he divested Iruka of his chuunin uniform, he sucked on his shoulder and left a hickey that was a twin to the one Kakashi still bore.
"There. Now we match." Iruka growled and gave Kakashi a nip on his neck. This meant war. Luckily, both shinobi were well trained in battle tactics. As they made use of the huge desk, they both fought fiercely, leaving the other covered with battle wounds. There was no way either one of them was going to be able to cover the marks with clothing (not even Kakashi, who walked around the village with only one eye, one ear, a tiny bit of upper face, and the tips of his fingers exposed; what can I say? Iruka is a very skilled fighter.). The next day was going to be a Sunday, so Iruka still had one day before he'd have to face his class, but it was painfully obvious that he was going to have to employ some illusion jutsu to prevent some awkward questions.
Despite that, Iruka was pleased with the outcome of the Battle of the Desk. It really was thrilling, even though he knew Tsunade was out in the village gambling and wouldn't have come back to her office if it was the last place on earth. He and Kakashi quickly dressed in the spirit of urgency that surrounded the legendary piece of furniture, and crouched down to find the perfect place to make their mark on it.
"Here." Iruka pointed to an unmarked beam that connected the two front legs.
"We'll have plenty of room for more." Kakashi agreed, making a little notch deep in the wood. "You know," He said, as he ran a finger over the Genma/Raido leg, counting the indentions, "They really haven't done it all that many times. I don't think if would be too hard to catch up."
"I don't think it'd be too hard to pass them." Iruka agreed. Kakashi kissed him deeply, loving his mischievous chuunin more each minute. They quickly stacked the papers back on the Hokage's desk and snuck out of the Mansion. When they returned to Iruka's apartment, they made plans for further rendezvous, before Iruka decided it was time for Kakashi's reward for setting a new mission record. They somehow avoided destroying Iruka's bathroom and referencing any Icha Icha novels, but Kakashi still felt his good behavior had been positively reinforced, and Iruka wondered how he was going to listen to people call him 'Iruka-sensei' again and not faint from blood loss.
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It was midnight before Shizune was able to drag Tsunade from the gambling tables back to her office to finish her work. Once she made sure the Hokage was seated at her desk, she went to mix up some hang-over medicine for her mentor.
"Damn it, Shizune! They did it again!" Her teacher shouted.
"Who was it this time? Genma and Raido?" They were the most common offenders. Didn't people realize that when they had sex on the Hokage's desk, they left a scent behind? At least a majority of the ninja who snuck in had learned to clean up after themselves, instead of leaving papers flying everywhere and a sticky mess to clean up (usually the few who didn't clean up were the ones who got caught and fled).
"I don't think so. We'll have to check."
"Why don't we just tell everyone we put a camera system in here, Tsunade-sama? That would stop them from treating your office like a cheap motel." Shizune switched on the tape that had been recording while they were gone and rewinded it.
"Maybe we should. This is getting ridiculous. So, did you find out who it is yet?" Tsunade listened, but heard only silence. Then Shizune gasped.
"Tsunade-sama! You have to come see this!" Tsunade jumped up at the change to escape her office and see home-made porn. She too gasped as she saw the screen. There was Kakashi and Iruka, both stark naked, rolling about on her desk. They both watched in awe. When it finished, they rewound the tape and watched again.
"Maybe we shouldn't tell anyone about the camera system. Ninja should be able to figure out these things on their own. We'll be teaching everyone to be more aware of their surroundings." Tsuande proclaimed. Shizune nodded her agreement.
"Shall I make copies of this one?" She asked.
"Hell yeah! I've got gambling debts to pay off, and this one will earn a ton on the black market."
Yes, the Fifth Hokage and her trusted accomplice had started a black market for the porn they recorded with their surveillance system. They blurred the faces of the unsuspecting stars of the show and sold the better tapes for profit. (Some were so bad that the tapes were burned of kept only for blackmail; Tsunade attributed her constant drinking of sake to the scarring that occurred from watching those tapes).
"You know," she told Shizune, as they watched the tape a third time, "the camera's got a blind spot right there."
"Yes, I can't see Iruka's face at all. I mean, an enemy could sneak in here and plant an exploding tag there. It's definitely a threat."
"Exactly! We need a second camera, so we can catch that angle and make sure I'm safe in here!" The two made plans about where exactly the second hidden camera could go. The Hokage's safety is the highest priority, after all. And if it would record Iruka's (very expressive) face while Kakashi pleasured him, that was merely an added bonus. It was all about the Hokage's safety…really!
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This brings me to the end of my little story, I suppose. If you guys really want, and give me enough feed-back, I'll whip you together an epilogue, but the main story ends here (actually, it kind of ended a chapter or two ago, but I'm going to pretend you guys didn't notice). I love you all!!