Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Naruto.

Rated: R, for implied situations and language.

A/N: Again, sorry for the delay. I've been getting sidetracked by several things. A One Piece fic idea, One Piece fanfiction, and KH II! And Fays, since begging usually leads to me caving…bribing will do? Feedback is greatly appreciated, I think I'll need a lot of constructive criticism after this chapter. x.x

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Iruka droned a silent mantra that he was not feeling this unexplainable jealousy coursing through his veins. Kakashi was no longer his to hold. No longer would he be entwined in the sinewy and pale limbs of the other man. That part of his life was over. There was no longer a relationship to salvage. Genma was already moving in on the silver-haired man, and that infuriated Iruka.

Kakashi was his! The overworked calloused hands which were once soft and delicate belonged to him. The same for the gravity defying hair, the hard muscles underneath his lithe form, and his stupid obsessions for porn, everything of the other man belonged to Iruka!

But Iruka owned nothing now. Kakashi was on a different path in his life and Iruka had lost everything. Because he could not quell a pain on his own. All of Kakashi was lost because a few nights of passion, that he couldn't even remember! What inspired those nights of perspiration and lust, he could not explain to anyone…

Except that the pain which drove him to the arms of Asuma was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. A sense of betrayal from the man he loved. Iruka was satisfied with the knowledge that Kakashi had left him, he had deserved as much. However for the Copy-Ninja to move on to another lover so soon… Kakashi must think nothing of me.

Kakashi had bounced back from the same heart break as Iruka in such a small amount of time, only seven days, compared to the Chuunin. Who would no doubt suffer for the remainder of his sad, pathetic life, it only showed the difference in the two men. One a heartless shinobi and the other a sentimental fool who did not know how to let go. Although Iruka had justified Kakashi's new love life in his mind, it still hurt.

Hurt because Iruka had believed he meant more to Kakashi than a meaningless sex toy. It was nothing more than a game... that bastard!

In all of his anger, Iruka found himself in front of a familiar apartment. A home that he avoided, that brought pain, and that he could not help but be drawn to. Despite all of internal warnings Iruka knocked the door. Nerves bunching up in his stomach and chest, he was not even sure what he was going to do when that despicable man answered his door. The only thing he knew was that he was pissed off and that he needed an outlet for that fury.

"Iruka?" The man stared, a little dumb struck, but only for a moment as he realized the man had came to him, and not the other way around. "Came to play the horny teacher this time?" The other mocked slightly, the smug smirk tugging at his lips as he leaned on his front door.

Iruka grabbed a fistful of Asuma's tang top, nearly ripping it off in his blindness. "Shut the hell up," He whispered dangerously before attacking the Jounin's lips. The all encompassing warmth that spread through him in that instant was all at once absorbed into his hungry body. He had wanted this for so long, it did not matter that it was not Kakashi. As long as it was someone Iruka was content.

Asuma gathered the Chuunin into his arms and guided the man into his home. Stalking the man was finally playing out the way he wanted. He only had to wait for the teacher to crack, and he was glad the man did. The man groaned into his mouth and Asuma pushed away the thoughts that Iruka might consider this a one time thing only. He was a patient man; the Chuunin would learn his place sooner or later.

Hours later, after Iruka's dry throat uttered its last strangled cry, his back arching painfully; he was able to rest with a clear mind. Again he was in the bed with this chain smocking bastard of a Jounin, for nothing more than a couple hours worth of sex.

He wished that the man beside him was born with gray hair, that he would shave off that ridicules facial hair, shrink his frame so he was lean rather than bulky, and that he would quit smoking those death sticks filled with nicotine.

He missed Kakashi terribly in that moment, and wondered if Kakashi was in the same predicament as he was. Yeah fucking right... Kakashi was probably happily ramming himself into Genma, oblivious to the world.

Although that would be hell on his injuries, The Chuunin chided himself.

Asuma snorted in his sleep, snapping Iruka out of his thoughts, reminding the teacher that this was the last place he wanted to be. Asuma could wake up alone; the man had been doing it since they started sleeping together anyway.

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Kakashi sighed for the umpteenth time that night, wishing that people would just let him sleep so he could get back to his missions. But a certain special-Jounin was watching him like a hawk. Kakashi did not know why, but it was starting to creep him out a little. If he weren't so tired, he would have thrown the other man out, just for staring too much.

"Can I help you with something?" He asked tired, his patience getting the better of his self control.

"Oh…err," busted… Genma's cheeks blushed slightly at being caught off guard, "I was trying to figure out how to thank you for earlier," He lied quickly, "I do not think Tsunade would appreciate me killing one of her Chuunin's."

"Un," Kakashi agreed, hoping that Genma would take the hint. He really wanted to be left alone.

"So…did you pull anything?" Genma asked, worry spread across his features.

"Nothing important."

"How did you manage that?" The short responses he'd been getting from Kakashi were beginning to chew at his conscience. "Stopping a full on attack with stitches and chakra depletion is not exactly a ball park."

"I just did,"

"Ah of course," Genma scoffed, "The great Copy-Ninja would never let a few set backs such as injuries stop him for long," He chided, or rather rambled. Genma knew he was stalling because Kakashi would eventually ask him why he had attacked Iruka. Although it was making his chest pound uncontrollably, Genma was hoping Kakashi would ask.

"Well…I would like to sleep some time tonight," Kakashi rolled over, facing away from Genma, his injured sides screaming in protest.

"Aren't you going to ask me?" Genma's tentative, and slightly hurt voice whispered into the darkness.

"Ask you what?"

"About tonight…why I acted so childishly."

"Not really, I want to sleep," Kakashi deadpanned.

"What kind of half ass response is that!" Genma bristled and kicked the small of Kakashi's back, annoyed at the lack of caring from the stoic ninja. Kakashi sat up, little whimpers of pain escaping the younger man's lips, "Oi…you shouldn't be moving."

"We should do this properly if you want to be questioned so badly," Kakashi, with a tentative hand, lightly caressed Genma's cheek, cupping his hand over high cheekbones and a strong jaw line, "Was there truth behind Iruka's words?"

Genma's stomach clutched tightly, Kakashi was touching his face…in a none-platonic way. The man he pined over for far too long, whom he stood a chance with now that he was single, and whose strong hands were gently stroking his face. Like he was made out of rice paper. Genma could only nod into the warmth that was spreading over his cheek.

"You're a sweet guy Genma," Kakashi sighed as he lowered his hand, "But you should fine someone else to become involved with." It would have been easy to accept the feelings pouring over him, from the very sincere Jounin. However, he did not want to deal with another relationship…not ever. It would do nothing but hurt Genma.

"And if I refuse to find someone else?" Genma shook, his control breaking.

"That's your choice," This would be harder than he had originally thought, "I would like to get some sleep now." Kakashi uttered, hoping Genma would leave so he would not have to make it hard for the both of them.

"You're an ass…giving someone who just spilled their guts to you nothing more than the shit you call a conversation," Genma snapped, "At least have the guts to say how you really feel!"

"What do you want me to say Genma?" Kakashi whispered back, he really did not want to do this, "You want me to say 'I love you,'…'sweep me off my feet,' or any other cheesy love story crap they write into bad movies?" He pushed his mask down, and took Genma's chin in a firm, but weakening grip, Kakashi pressed his lips onto Genma's, glaring into the other's eyes. Eyes set on proving that he only held respect and friendship for the special-Jounin.

"You do not deserve a lie." Kakashi whispered after their lips parted.

"I…" God! He could feel Kakashi breathing on him, and it was distracting, "I…I don't give up easily," Although, as the emotionless eyes bore into his own, Genma was beginning to wonder if he was starting a fight that had no chance of him winning.

"Do what you want," Kakashi sighed, thinking that his plan had failed, "But let me sleep."

After Genma left the room, Kakashi's mind raced for a plan, he didn't sleep that night. He waited for the birds to start their morning chatter, for the golden light of morning to filter into his room. At least he had a plan…even if he had paid a night of sleep for it.

Kakashi waited a good hour after the sun rose before crawling to his medical pouch. He had to find his damn soldier pills. Letting out a sigh of relief as he found the small bottle at the bottom of his bag, he took the pill and crushed it with his teeth. He staggered to his feet, the small chakra burst steadying his depleted body. He would have to leave on more missions in between looking for a new apartment. He wouldn't have minded staying with the honey-haired man for a bit longer. But he could not risk it.

Genma deserved better than he was worth. With that thought in mind, Kakashi made his way to the Hokage's office. He'd sleep on her desk if he had to wait for that old broad to get her ass to work. His stride steadied as he made his way to the Hokage's office, he only hoped that he did not look as shit faced as he felt.