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Last time: Iruka and Kakashi suck. No really, they do (and they have fun doing it ;) ). The night's not over yet, but I have a bit of an angst-y misunderstanding in store for our poor boys.

Author's note: De gros bisous a tous mes supporteurs! Love to all this story's supporters! Thanks y'all!

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When the lustful haze started to lift from Iruka, he felt Kakashi carding his hands through his hair. He turned in the tub, but found it difficult to kneel between Kakashi's legs, so he nudged them together and straddled him instead. Kakashi smiled at him, pulling him closer by his neck, hand still entwined in brown locks and kissed him. Iruka deepened the kiss, scooting forward and running his arms up and down Kakashi's biceps. Kakashi rested his hands on Iruka's hips, gently kneading them.

Iruka kissed his way across Kakashi's jaw, ending near his ear and nibbling on the lobe. "We really should get washed up, hmm, Kakashi-san?"

Kakashi's breath hitched a little as Iruka's tongue snuck out and swirled around the sensitive skin of his neck. "Maa, sensei, not enjoying our current activities?"

Iruka sat back, looking at Kakashi earnestly and blushing. "Ne, Kakashi-san, of course I—"

As Iruka blushed harder, Kakashi took pity on him. "Maa, sensei," he whispered, then ran his hand along Iruka's jaw to cup his face, and raising his voice just a little, "I'm only teasing."

Iruka smiled coyly and leaned slightly into Kakashi's hand. "Why are you teasing me, Kakashi-san?"

Kakashi blushed slightly, ducking his head down and letting his hands drop from Iruka's face and hip to fiddle with them on his knees. "Maa, sensei," his voice had dropped again, this time barely above a whisper, "I—"

This time it was Iruka who took pity on Kakashi and interrupted him, lifting his head by his chin to look him in the eye. "It's all right, Kakashi. I really don't mind."

Kakashi smiled tentatively, then reached forward and caressed Iruka's side with his hand at the same time as he reached around to the shampoo bottle. Though inside, he was practically hopping around, No honorific! He just used my name, he managed a calm, "May I?"

Iruka grinned and inclined his head in agreement. Kakashi poured some of the shampoo into his hand and motioned for Iruka to turn around. Iruka complied and Kakashi began to lather his long hair, thinking to himself. If I show him this is more than sex for me, maybe he'll stay.

Iruka relaxed back into Kakashi's touch as he continued to massage Iruka's scalp and play his long tresses through his fingers. Iruka had never had anyone wash his hair for him other than his mother, and he had been so little that he could barely remember it. It felt nice. No, better than nice, he thought, this was one of the most sensuous things he'd felt. Mmmm, I wonder if he knows what he's doing to me? I wonder what this is for him. Iruka paused in his thoughts. He really wanted to turn around and look at Kakashi. Is this a one-time thing? Is he like Genma? Does he just have a thing for long hair? He sighed. I should enjoy this while I can. Surely he'll be bored of me by morning. . . . . I mean he's never interested in anything. Why would I be any different? Yeah. I'll make the most of it tonight, then when he wants me to disappear in the morning I will without a fuss. Decision made, Iruka closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of Kakashi's hands in his hair.

Kakashi, on the other hand, had a small smile on his face as he worked through Iruka's strands. He leaned forward after a few minutes, just resting against Iruka and took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of his own shampoo on the other man. He finally reached for the showerhead and gently doused Iruka's hair, washing the soap bubbles away.

After the water had run clear for a few minutes already, Iruka turned around and smiled gently. "My turn," he murmured, straddling Kakashi again and beginning to work his own lathery hands through Kakashi's wild hair. He smiled as Kakashi leaned back, humming in content as he relaxed. Finally, he ran the water through Kakashi's hair and turned to pull the drain from the tub.

"Nuh-uh," Kakashi shook his head and pulled Iruka's hand back from the drain. He added in an almost pleading tone, "A few minutes? The water's still warm."

Iruka nodded his consent, allowing Kakashi to pull him into a sort-of hug. Wouldn't have pegged him for a cuddler, Iruka mused, smiling.

When the water had begun to cool already, Iruka finally pushed himself up and away from Kakashi's chest. "Kakashi, really, we're already all prune-y and we'll catch pneumonia from this water."

Kakashi snorted. "Pneumonia?" But he pulled the drain anyways, and they both rose. "Not done yet."

"Hm?" Iruka cocked his head to the side. Kakashi smiled. He pointed to Iruka's chest, then gestured between the two of them, finally pointing to his own hair and pausing there as he spoke.

"Only our hair is done."

"Oh."

Kakashi reached around Iruka to turn the overhead spray back on, making sure it was plenty hot. Iruka slouched back under the spray, pulling Kakashi with him and moaned as the scalding water sluiced down his back. Kakashi ran his hands over Iruka's body everywhere he could reach, squeezing his sides, grazing his hips, thumbing over hardened nipples and dragging fingernails down a smooth back. Iruka arched forward, bucking his groin unconsciously and grunting as their bodies slid together from knees to abs. Kakashi gasped and placed a hand on the wall beside Iruka's head as he felt the first stirrings of another arousal coming on. He buried his head in Iruka's shoulder, grunting as he reached down to stroke his half-hard erection to complete attention again. Damn! It's only been twenty minutes. It usually takes me forty to bounce back. He looked up from Iruka's shoulder, contemplating his face. Do you have any idea what you do to me, sensei?

Iruka shuddered and bucked forwards again as he felt Kakashi take him into his hand and stroke him back to attention. Mmmm, he mused, I've never been this horny with Genma. Hell, I don't even remember being this bad as a teenager! Then he lost all train of coherent thought as Kakashi fisted both of them between them and—oh! The pressure and the sweet, sweet friction as their erections slid against each other and through the rough, calloused hand around them!

Finally, he managed to rasp out, "More, Ka . . . . ha . . . . kashiii . . . ." whining out the last syllable. Kakashi grunted lowly in response, slipping his hand out of the shower and grasping around blindly for some sort of lube. His hand finally managed to locate the Vaseline tub he had on one of the shelves. He motioned desperately to Iruka and pushed him into the wall. Iruka wrapped one leg around him and arched up, giving Kakashi better access as the older shinobi slid a hand down to prepare him.

Kakashi leaned down towards Iruka, nibbling and sucking on his neck as one finger circled his entrance. Impatiently, Iruka pushed his body down against Kakashi and moaned lowly as his first finger slid inside. Iruka clasped his arms around Kakashi's torso and neck, digging his fingers into his scalp and tugging roughly on his hair as he hitched his leg up higher. "H-h-hu-hurry!" he gasped, "ca-aan't wait . . . . unnnh!"

Kami, he's testing my patience, Kakashi bit down lightly on Iruka's neck, muffling the groan threatening to spill from his lips. He worked his finger in an out of the man a few more times and slowly added another finger, gently scissoring them, when Iruka suddenly keened and slammed his body hard against Kakashi's own. Mmmm, found it, Kakashi paused in his scissoring motion and took a minute to explore again, searching for that one spot he'd brushed and—right there! Iruka jerked again and moaned loudly. As Kakashi silently congratulated himself, Iruka dropped the hand in Kakashi's locks down to the nape of his neck and forced him away from his neck to look him in the face.

"Kakashi, now." He dipped his fingers roughly into the jar of lubricant and pulled out a glob, smearing it roughly on Kakashi's cock. Then he yanked him closer forcefully and smashed their lips together in a wet, sloppy, heated kiss.

"Uh-huh," Kakashi complied quickly, needing no more encouragement. He bent a little at his knees and wrapped an arm around Iruka's hiked up leg to pull him up a little higher, giving him a better angle for access. Then he let go of Iruka with the other hand, sliding it down his side and then coming to rest on his own erection. He slathered the Vaseline around a little more, spreading it evenly then he surged forward slowly, pushing the blunt tip of his cock against Iruka's entrance.

As the tip of his erection slid past the barrier of muscle with a little pop, Kakashi let a out a little hiss of pleasure, petering off into a low moan as Iruka grew impatient again and grabbed Kakashi by the hips roughly, digging his nails in and jerking him forward, effectively burying half of the older shinobi's cock inside himself. Kakashi took the hint and pushed forward more, sheathing the rest of his shaft in the younger man. Iruka moaned and his body slumped a little as he relaxed his hold on Kakashi's hips.

Kakashi found it hard to even breath, much less think as his senses overloaded with the silken heat surrounded his cock, but he managed to gather his wits enough to adjust his feet and lean a forearm against the shower wall, giving himself some more balance and leverage. Iruka, for his part, braced himself against the wall and wrapped one arm each around Kakashi's neck and middle, then began rocking his hips against Kakashi.

Kakashi growled lowly in Iruka's ear as the motion sent flames of sensation dancing around his cock and shivers of excitement up his spine, then he pulled back and thrust forward, slowly but firmly, loving the half-moan half-gasp it earned from his partner. He repeated the motion, snapping his hips a little harder on the thrust in. Iruka moaned louder this time and met Kakashi's thrusts halfway every time as the rhythm was set. Kakashi grunted and aimed for Iruka's prostate on every thrust, earning him loader and louder moans every time and gasps every time he pulled back.

Despite the scalding water dripping down them, Kakashi could tell he was pouring sweat and as he grasped desperately at Iruka's waist, his hand slipped on slick, wet skin. He could feel the taught ab muscles clench under his roaming fingers as Iruka's body spasmed with every assault on his prostate. Kakashi sped up the pace, his own sounds of pleasure becoming louder and less controlled as he felt himself nearing his peak. Iruka's nails were digging into him and the leg wrapped around him clamped down on his hip more aggressively as Iruka tried to pull them closer together.

Iruka could feel an orgasm begin to pool in his gut as Kakashi's pace became more frantic and erratic. He knew he was close with every thrust and every snap of Kakashi's hips and he didn't care that he was being loud (very loud, he really hoped the neighbours didn't mind) as he practically shouted every time Kakashi's length slid in and out of him, hitting his sweet spot dead on every time and then Kakashi's hand was between them, taking Iruka's neglected length into his hand and pumping it thoroughly, if not as erratically as his thrusting.

As Kakashi brought his hand between them to work Iruka's length, he kissed him hard and admired his handiwork on his neck from earlier, grinning goofily to himself at the hickey he'd left just below Iruka's ear. He fervently hoped people would notice and he prayed the Iruka was loud enough for the neighbours to hear. He wanted to make sure everyone knew he was (finally) with Iruka (and that prick Genma could kiss his ass, he'd never really liked him anyways, so good riddance).

Iruka thrust shamelessly against Kakashi as he felt his orgasm closing in on him, and between the dual sensations of Kakashi's thick length pounding into him and Kakashi's calloused hand pumping his erection, he was coming undone at the seams and his vision started to blur as he saw spots, clenching his eyes shut tight.

Kakashi scrubbed his knuckles against Iruka's jaw and when he got no response, he brushed his fingers up and down insistently, managing to gasp out in petulant huffs, "Look at . . . . unnnh—me. . . . . L-loo-ook . . . . huu . . . . m-me, Ru-rukaaaa."

As Iruka opened his eyes and looked up at his partner, Kakashi smiled and leaned forward to kiss him again, keeping Iruka's jaw cupped firmly in his hand and thrusting forward hard a couple more times and jerking on Iruka's cock to make them both come, Iruka screaming out a mangled version of Kakashi's name and Kakashi himself gasping out a quiet, "Ruka."

Kakashi leaned against the wall on his forearm, his nose buried in Iruka's shoulder as he rode his orgasm out, panting and running the fingers of his other hand gently down Iruka's side in a fond caress. Iruka slouched back against the wall, absently stroking the bristly hairs at the nape of Kakashi's neck as he came down from his lusty high.

They stayed like that for what seemed like forever, not that either of them seemed to mind, but Kakashi finally pulled his flaccid member out of Iruka as he realized the water was losing some of it's warmth. Iruka half-grunted, half-hissed in protest as he suddenly lost the full feeling of being joined with Kakashi. He wrapped both arms around the man's neck and pulled him in for one last kiss as he spun the knob in the shower, warming the spray yet again.

Kakashi grabbed a washcloth from a shelf near the shower and whispered in Iruka's ear, "All right?"

"All right," Iruka nodded and pushed himself from the wall. Kakashi lathered up the cloth and began gently washing his partner, making his way down Iruka's body efficiently, but at a relaxed pace. When he finished, he nudged the tap and brought the movable sprayer-head over Iruka's tired body. He placed the sprayer back and began to wash himself with the same cloth when Iruka gently stilled his hands with his own on top of them. He pulled the cloth from Kakashi's grasp and Kakashi was about to protest, but it died on his lips as his worn-out body felt Iruka's hands ghost over him with the washcloth.

Iruka stopped Kakashi's fussing with a finger to his lips, then he kissed him gingerly and turned him around. He kneaded Kakashi's shoulders with deep, deft strokes from his thumbs and forefingers and he felt some of the tension built up from their bout of wall-sex relax right out of him. Assured that his partner was loosened up, he continued with his previous task, washing Kakashi gently and rinsing him under a cooling spray.

Knowing the warm water was just about running out, Kakashi hastened to grab two warmed towels off of the radiator by his bathroom window, handing one to Iruka and wrapping the other around himself. Kakashi surreptitiously watched Iruka out of the corner of his eye as the other dried himself off. Damn, I love you. I wish I could just say it. Why can't I say it?! Kakashi—pull yourself together! It's easy. I love you. I—

Kakashi was startled out of his thoughts by Iruka clearing his throat gently, the younger shinobi had noticed Kakashi's inner conflict on his face but, not knowing the reason why, it sent him into his own inner turmoil—Is he worried about how I'll react? Is this the end? Damn, I really hoped I might get to stay, things seemed to be going really well. I—I . . . . I guess I'll give him an easy out. Iruka hung his head, then looked back up, clearing his throat to get the other's attention.

"Um, Kakashi-san?"

Kakashi started. Kakashi-san? Why's he back to using the damn honorifics? He turned to Iruka, confused, and saw a brief flash of pain in Iruka's eyes before it disappeared and he was handed the towel.

"Thank-you, Kakashi-san. I'll just . . . . go and collect my clothes, then—"

As Iruka shied around him, an uncomfortable thought occurred to Kakashi, He's protecting himself. He thinks I want him gone and he's trying to make a clean break. He sighed. I suppose it can't be helped, I mean, it's not like I go around being friendly. He probably thinks I'm a loner . . . . The thought saddened Kakashi, but he resolved to prove to Iruka that the best place for him was right here, in Kakashi's arms. Right where he is now is where he belongs. He reached out to catch Iruka's hand before the man flitted out of his grasp. "Will you stay?" he whispered.

Iruka did a double take. Wha?

"Will you stay?" repeated, still quietly, as Kakashi contemplated the ground at his feet.

Iruka glanced at their hands, confused. Does he not like nights alone, or . . . . I mean, do I actually stand a chance? He seems to want me to stay, so . . . .Any further thoughts were cut off as Kakashi took Iruka's silence for consent and pulled him through the door and towards the bed.

Iruka followed forlornly, stumbling a little in the dark when Kakashi turned out the bathroom light. Kakashi made sure to surreptitiously slip his glass dolphin into the nightstand drawer. No use scaring him off by coming on to strong.

Kakashi drew the covers back and slid in, pulling Iruka with him gently. Iruka, though conflicted and confused, fell into a deep sleep rather quickly, but Kakashi, ever the paranoid ninja, had always found it difficult to fall asleep. He watched Iruka sleep, running his hands through long brown hair and his fingers across a well-defined jaw. Stay forever . . . . was his last thought as he fell into a deeper sleep than he thought possible, faster than usual, comforted by Iruka's warm and solid presence in his embrace.

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No matter how late he turned up for things, Kakashi was, surprisingly, an early riser. Still, when a messenger bird from the Hokage interrupted his slumber, he was more than a little annoyed, particularly when he remembered just who he'd coaxed into his bed last night. So when said messenger bird handed over a scroll with the message:

Brat!

My office, NOW.

Tsunade

Kakashi (dutiful shinobi he is) rose to head off to her summons. However (shit disturber he is), he also decided to take his sweet time. He got dressed quietly, so as not to wake his guest, and tiptoed into the bathroom (yay, ninja skills!). On his way out, he picked up Iruka's jeans, figuring he'd also pick up the trail of Iruka's clothes leading to the bedroom, since it was Iruka and, well, Kakashi just assumed that he liked to be as neat as he kept his (impeccable) classroom and (immaculate) desk.

Kakashi, a ninja from the age of six, was very neat and kept his own home tidy with military precision. Therefore, his obsessive compulsive tendencies screamed at him to pick up his own clothes too, as well as pack away the leftover mess from dessert last night; but he had already taken the time to pick up Iruka's things and even though he was planning on being a little late to his meeting with the Hokage because he was annoyed as hell, he wasn't habitually late when it came to his boss and commanding officer. So, against his cleaner judgment, he left his own clothes and the dessert things strewn about the kitchen, and the towels and Vaseline jar around the bathroom.

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When Iruka woke up, he was not only alone, but the bed was cold, meaning its other occupant had been gone a long time. Used to being left alone by Genma, he didn't think much of it but still reached out his senses and chakra, hoping against hope that Kakashi would be different. He stretched and peeked around the room, straining his ears to listen for any sound in the small apartment. He heard nothing, but noticed his clothes neatly folded on the end of the bed.

Iruka thought that was a bit odd, given that he clearly remembered dropping them all along the hallway and he had always assumed that his chronically late host was not that tidy, given that he had a penchant for selective laziness. Oh well, maybe he's neater than I thought. I mean, the apartment was pretty tidy when I got here. He probably picked everything up from last night. We did make a rather big mess. As Iruka thought over last night's activities (ahem), he blushed hotly. He rose from bed and got dressed, then headed to the washroom to relieve himself.

When he entered the washroom to find it still in disarray, with the shower curtain flung back, tub of Vaseline still open and all over the tub and towels on the floor, his tummy did a nervous little flip-flop. He brushed it off though, reasoning with himself. He probably just concentrated on the kitchen. I mean, he'd need the kitchen to eat in the morning, but it's not like anyone would see the bathroom. Yeah, that's it, he just hasn't gotten around to this room yet, he reassured himself, then headed off towards the kitchen.

The sight that greeted Iruka had his heart drop to his feet and butterflies take up residence in his gut. No Kakashi. Just a mess. So he really isn't that neat then. And it wasn't just that he hadn't gotten to the washroom. It was only my clothes. He must obviously want me gone, that's why he brought them to me. It's subtle, but why else would he pick up only my clothes? And he's gone, too . . . . so he obviously doesn't even want to face me. He must have only asked me to stay last night because he doesn't like to be alone, or, or—Iruka's knees almost buckled from the grief, and he barely bit back a sob. Oh, gosh, Genma's right. I can't get anyone. He held back the tears as his train of thought continued, Kakashi can't even stand to be with you for more than one night. You always knew, Iruka, that someone like him couldn't want you. Isn't that why we gave up on him all that long time ago? Iruka's inner demons sneered at him, You were probably just a convenient lay. I mean, look at you—you're obviously trying too hard because of your little game with Genma and Kakashi could probably sense the desperation on you. Pity fuck, anyone? Iruka's shoulders sagged. His eyes dimmed. He looked at the ground. Seconds passed. Then a minute. But I'll be damned if I get used like that again. I'm not going to let this break me.

Iruka finally looked back up, gaze steely and determined. He cleaned the kitchen, then the bathroom and finally made the bed. He didn't cry until he made it to his own apartment, crumpled behind the door, tears streaming slowly down his cheeks. Too stoic to make a sound, he cried his broken heart away the best way a ninja knew how—silently.

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Kakashi had finished his mission early. It was supposed to be an S-class, but he'd been supremely pissed at Tsunade for sending him out on what was supposed to be a week-long mission with no warning and no time to go back to his apartment and apologise to Iruka for having to go (it really sucked, sometimes, being one of the best and beoing on-call twenty-four seven). He had to leave immediately (he imitated Tsunade's 'immediately' in his head and shook his head snarkily) and he obviously couldn't take it out on the Hokage herself, so he'd improvised and taken it out on the enemy nins he'd encountered.

Kakashi smiled to himself. It was over though, and he was on his way home. Home to Iruka. It had been a long time since he'd considered his apartment a home; but he thought he could get used to it if Iruka would stay with him, Not just for the night, he mused to himself, but for always.

He had decided to tell Iruka. He'd been psyching himself up for it the whole trip. I love you. I love you. I love you. Damn, it sounds so easy in my head. Please, Kami, don't let me screw this up. I love him. He marched on gleefully, happy he'd finally come to terms with that realisation himself. I'm not obsessed. It's not just a crush. I love him. Kakashi sped up.

When he finally got to his apartment, Kakashi was nervous. He knew he probably wouldn't find Iruka, since it had already been two and a half days since he'd left and he seriously doubted the man would just make himself at home without an invitation—he was too polite (though, Kakashi decided, he wouldn't have minded that) but he hoped that Iruka had at least heard at the missions desk by now that it was a mission that pulled him away and he really didn't want to go. He also hoped that after a quick shower and maybe a little bit of tidying (he blushed, thinking back to how he'd left his kitchen and bathroom, and why they were in a shambles) he might go down to said missions desk and convince a certain brunet to accompany him to dinner.

He opened the door and made his way into the kitchen, fully prepared to get to work cleaning up, but he found it spotless. Kakashi then made his way to the bathroom and found it in the same, polished, pristine state. He smiled, then mentally thanked Iruka. The man really was hardworking, and kind to a fault. He eased himself down on the bed and started to remove his leg bindings, but that's when he noticed the note. He smiled, thinking that perhaps Iruka had written him a little love note. Kakashi opened the sheet of paper and let his eyes travel across it. As he read, though, he became more and more confused. It read,

Kakashi-sensei,

(WTF? He's gone all the way back to sensei?! I thought we dropped the damn honorifics!)

I hope you find your apartment cleaned to your satisfaction. Everything is in its proper place except for the towels, as I did not feel comfortable taking them down to the laundry without your permission. Your lemon tart is in the fridge, as I do not know when you will return.

(What the hell is with the formal tone? Was he not here when I fucked him into the wall? I mean, all right, maybe expecting a love letter was a bit much, but this? It's like nothing ever happened!)

I would like to thank you for your hospitality in inviting me for dinner. I would also like to apologise for my drunken behaviour. I would like to assure you that I realise this may be a sensitive situation at work and that I will remain professional.

(Hospitality? Drunken . . . . )

Kakashi dropped his hand, letting the sheet flutter to the floor. Well, shit! . . . . He doesn't want me or I screwed up? Is he angry, or hurt? Dammit! Now what?

TBC . . . .

Another note: (Sorry!) Should I add drama or angst as a them because of this chapter?