Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto or the characters, unfortunately for me.

Author's notes: Sorry to anyone who had to deal with the yucky formatting last chapter, I don't know why it turned out that way, but it's fixed now!

PS I put a quote in the last chapter and marked it as "1," but forgot to put the source. So anyways, it was said by Eleanor Roosevelt, one of my favourite first ladies.

Last thing: I know Jiraiya's supposed to be dead…. but I just needed the character alive, so…. he's alive in this fractal-verse. Also, I wanted to work Sai and Konohomaru into the dinner party, but there were already too many characters.

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Iruka sat at the dinner table, contemplating the remnants of his glass of plum wine as he and Kakashi relaxed. Their dinner guests were all long gone, all except Naruto, who had elected to stay the night in his old guest room.

Kakashi watched him for a long while, then stood up and began to clear the dessert dishes. The rest of the dinner mess had been cleared by a very helpful Gai and Tenten earlier (who was a welcome, albeit surprise addition invited by her sensei), and Kakashi figured that since Iruka had done most of the cooking, he could tidy up.

Iruka sighed long and wistfully as he drained his glass. Kakashi glanced back, then questioned, "What's wrong, Ru?"

Iruka sighed again, then mumbled under his breath, "I ran into Genma at the market today." He folded his arms and laid his head across them on the table.

Kakashi started and barely caught the glass he'd been washing. "What'd he have to say?" he intoned in a tight, clipped voice.

"He's sorry." Iruka peeked at Kakashi through his long lashes from his resting spot on the table, trying to gauge his reaction without getting caught.

"Sorry?" Kakashi's voice had risen about an octave and he turned around incredulously. "You can't be serious!"

"He's a jerk sometimes, I know and he really acted like a jackass, but think about it, Kakashi, if it weren't for him and his damn bet, we wouldn't have ended up together." Iruka raised his head from the table and looked pleadingly towards Kakashi.

The silver-haired nin sighed, leaning back against the counter and running a hand through his hair in exasperation. "He made you feel . . . . He just, I mean, Iruka! I have no words for it! You were so heart-brok—"

Iruka cut him off gently, making his way over and enveloping the older man in a warm hug. "I know."

"Then why bother talking to him at all?" He turned his head away slightly and added under his breath, "In a civil manner, anyways. I wouldn't mind if you yelled at him a little." Iruka grinned, knowing Kakashi knew he'd caught that.

"It's not like I'm going to make up with him, Kashi. I just want to help." Iruka began to rub soothing circles on Kakashi's lower back.

"Help?!" Kakashi's voice had risen another half octave and he spluttered, pushing Iruka back slightly, "He doesn't deserve your help!"

Iruka stood his ground, latching his arms more securely around his lover. "Maybe not, love, but I'd like to give it to him anyways. He's broken, Kashi, I could see it in his eyes. I just want to fix him, give him a fighting chance at life, you know? Like, look at how happy we are. Don't you ever want to spread that happiness?"

Kakashi scoffed, crossing his arms petulantly across his chest. He lowered his voice, picking at the slightly frayed hem of Iruka's t-shirt sleeve. "I don't mind, but why to him? Couldn't we spread our happiness to Gai and Anko instead? I like them much better."

Kakashi quit picking at Iruka's shirt as the younger man laughed at him and rested his head on his shoulder. "Oh, Kashi. You can't just pick and chooses who you help, that's the point of doing it—you help those who are in need and Genma is so very lost." Iruka tightened his hold on Kakashi and continued. "You can come with me if it makes you feel better, to make sure he doesn't do anything to hurt me." Iruka snuggled into Kakashi's neck and peeked up at him.

Kakashi sighed, then rubbed his hands up and down Iruka's sides. "It's not that. I know you can take care of yourself. Better than I can, most times, you're just so normal and you have the common sense I lack, because of my, rather unconventional childhood."

"So, sweetie," Iruka had taken to calling him that since their little 'closet sweetheart' conversation, much to Kakashi's open chagrin (but secret pleasure), "what is it then?"

"You could just leave him to his own devices." Kakashi circled Iruka's waist and pulled him close, holding tightly.

"Not in good conscience, love, I couldn't do that to a fellow Konoha shinobi if there were any chance of helping him."

Kakashi sighed deeply, hiding his chin in Iruka's neck and mumbled, "No matter what he's done to you, huh? That's why you're so much better than me, Ru. You've got a really big heart."

"I thought we've discussed this already, Kashi? You have a wonderful, loving heart and you clearly take care of those you care about."

"Mmhmmm. I just don't care about him." Iruka laughed and kissed Kakashi lightly on the head, pushing him back to look the man in the eyes, err, eye.

"I promise, love, one time and if I can't help him I'll give it up, all right?" Kakashi slumped over onto Iruka's shoulder and wrapped his arms loosely around his waist again.

"Fine."

"Thank you."

"Mmhmmm." Kakashi stood up and kissed Iruka on the nose. "I need to finish the dishes. Go run us a bath?"

"Naruto's here tonight." Iruka made a face at Kakashi, that clearly stated, 'don't even think about it.'

"So?" Kakashi slouched back towards the counter, one hand on his hip, "He knows we're in a relationship. And, if you hadn't noticed tonight, I think that both he and Hinata know exactly what goes on between dedicated couples."

Iruka spluttered indignantly and backed up, pushing half-heartedly at Kakashi's one wandering hand. Kakashi leaned back, using the other hand to steady himself against the side of the countertop and laughing quietly.

"Just, just because he knows doesn't mean I want him to know, you know what we're . . . . you know, doing." Kakashi laughed louder and tried to pull a struggling Iruka close.

"All right, all right, Ru. I get it. Not tonight." Iruka stopped struggling and allowed himself to be hugged tight. "Now go run that bath, love, we can still have a little fun without, you know, having fun."

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Iruka leaned back into Kakashi in the tub, relaxing into his warm embrace and allowing the other to rub a wet sponge up and down his chest soothingly.

"It'll be all right, you know, Ruka. Even if tomorrow doesn't go well, I'll be here for you forever. You know that, right?"

Iruka smiled as Kakashi whispered in his ear, gently trailing kisses up and down his neck. "I know. I just don't know what to do to help him. He's so lost, he admitted that the reason he was drawn to me at first was because I made him feel alive and warm, or something along those lines; which is why I can't just abandon him. But that wasn't enough and he's still so broken."

Kakashi hummed thoughtfully, tracing his fingers up and down Iruka's ribs, eliciting small chuckles from the man, who, Kakashi secretly delighted, was rather ticklish. Iruka tried muffling them with his fist, but Kakashi pulled his head back and captured him in a kiss. Iruka relaxed immediately and Kakashi took the opportunity to speak, "Well, if anyone can fix him, it's you. Don't sell yourself short, love."

Iruka hummed contentedly, revelling in the attentions Kakashi's hands were laving over his chest and stomach. "That feels nice, Kashi."

"Mmhmmm." Kakashi nuzzled into Iruka's neck, sucking gently. Iruka sighed and tangled his hands into Kakashi's silver locks. "Love you, Ruka."

"Love you too, Kashi." Iruka turned his head and placed a chaste kiss on his lover's lips. "So much."

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Genma walked up to the teahouse a little apprehensively, but went inside anyways. He looked around for Iruka, and spotted a brown ponytail near the far wall. There was already a set of tea things set out on the table and Iruka turned around, smiling warmly as Genma approached him.

"Genma."

"Iruka."

"Glad you didn't chicken out on me, I really thought you might, you know."

"Uh, yeah. I actually thought that I might too." Iruka gestured across from him and Genma took a seat nervously.

"Really?"

"Uh, yeah. I, uh, well, I . . . . I really meant it when I said I was broken, you know. It's just that after years of high-ranked missions, I'm spent. Completely, Iruka." Genma sighed, staring down at the table. "And I don't know what to do."

"You know, Gen, I think I can help you with that." Iruka pushed a steaming cup towards Genma. Genma looked up, pulled the cup nearer and wrapped his hands around it, absorbing the warmth.

"What if I can't be fixed?"

"I think you can, though. Remember your little joke about my new boyfriend?"

"Oh, shit, he's not really gonna attack me, is he?" Genma scrambled back and the cup clattered to the table.

Iruka quickly grabbed at Genma's arm. "No, you doink, he's not. That wasn't my point, would you just listen?" Frustrated, Iruka yanked Genma back down into his seat.

"O-okay . . . ." Genma glanced around nervously, as if expecting Kakashi to come barrelling out at him at any second.

"So, how long have you been feeling overwhelmed from shinobi life, Genma?"

Genma sighed wearily. "A couple of years now, I guess." He raked his hand through his hair in frustration.

"That long, huh? That can't be healthy." Iruka had motioned for the waitress and ordered a few pastries, they arrived promptly and Iruka doled some out onto two plates.

"Nope." Genma slumped down into his seat. "It's not. I don't know if I can do this anymore, this life."

"You're exactly right." Iruka swallowed his mouthful, then continued, "That's where my brilliant idea comes in."

"Your brilliant idea?" Genma picked at the food on his plate, making little piles of crumbs all around the edges.

"Mmhm. Kashi helped me think of it last night in the bath."

Genma, who'd finally sipped his tea, spurted it out all over his lap and stuttered in a high-pitched squeak, "In the bath? I did not need to know that, Iruka!"

Iruka waved it off and smiled, "I just mean that he showed me how to relax and I really think that—" he paused, with an impatient look on his face as Genma interrupted, plugging his ears and 'lalala-ing' loudly.

Finally done with waiting for the immature man, Iruka leaned over and yanked his hands out of his ears, holding them firmly in his hands as he continued, "Not like that, you dirty-minded man. It was completely innocent, for goodness sakes, Naruto was even in the damn house!"

Genma relaxed visibly, but only by a little, and asked, "So what's that got to do with me and my problems?"

"Well, I just think that you need to relax. Having Naruto over last night also got me to thinking. He's in the village to stay for a while, you know."

"That's good, Iruka, I know how attached to him you are. He's like your son, right?"

"More like a brother, but that's besides the point. The point is that Jiraiya-san no longer has anyone to travel with him and you know Naruto—everyone can't help but love him obnoxious as he can be. So, toad hermit or not, I think Jiraiya-san will be feeling his loss."

Genma gave Iruka a blank look.

"Genma, come on! Put two-and-two together, will you?"

"So . . . . You think I need to relax, like in a bath, and Jiraiya is lonely now?" Genma paused, seeming deep in thought, then, "Oh, no way, you nutter! I am so not sleeping with Jiraiya! Are you OUT OF YOUR MIND?"

Iruka stared at Genma. He turned bright red, spluttered, then roared, "YOU IDIOT!"

"Uh . . . ." Genma scratched his head. "That's not it?"

"No!" Iruka laughed heartily, then continued, "I went to the Hokage this morning. She agreed that without Naruto, Jiraiya would most likely get lonely, since that boy has a way of making people more social—Jiraiya-san will surely crave some sort of company. She also agreed that you need some time to rest, relax and really rejuvenate, you know, recover from that break. She doesn't want to lose a good shinobi, so she granted my request."

"What was your request?" Genma looked apprehensive.

"I asked that she send you as Jiraiya-san's travelling companion. He'll never admit he's lonely, so we'll tell him you need the break. His intel gathering is pretty easy, only ever a few enemy-nin here and there and none too high-levelled, especially since you'll be with a sannin-level sage. You'll get all the rest you need, plus Jiraiya-san really likes to stop at onsens for his damn, perverted 'research' and you can get pampered there, if Naruto's stories have any merit."

Iruka contemplated Genma for a minute, while Genma processed the information. Then he added, "You just might want to make sure the ladies at the onsens don't associate you with Jiraiya. Or maybe make sure they know that you're gay. That should help you." He smiled.

Genma stayed silent for another minute or two, but Iruka wasn't worried. This was what the honey-haired nin needed, whether he wanted to admit it or not and Iruka was determined to get him to come around and warm up to the idea if it took every trick he had.

Genma sighed, then picked up his dessert. "I think . . . ."

Iruka nodded his encouragement, finishing off his own pastry and washing it down with some tea.

Genma looked up and slowly began to smile. "I think you're right. Actually, Iruka, I think you're always right, I just didn't realize it. I . . . . can't say that I love the idea, but I do think it'll be good for me."

"I'm glad you agree. Now I just have to go tell the Hokage that you accepted." Iruka stood up, leaving some yen on the table as he rose.

"Would you, uh . . . . like some company?" Genma shuffled his feet nervously.

"Yes, I think I would, Gen. I hope that we can learn how to be friends again." Iruka patted him on the back and guided him to the door.

"Me too. And . . . ." he looked back, paused, then wrapped Iruka in a hug, "Thanks. Really, Iruka . . . . only someone like you would help an ex after the stunt I pulled."

Iruka smiled back, "I think I'll take that as a compliment and leave it at that." He turned discreetly towards a tree near the teahouse and gave a quick two-fingered salute.

Smiling, Kakashi sped away through the branches, glad his lover had found peace. Now, to break the news to Jiraiya . . . .

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Kakashi giggled gleefully, only in his head of course, as he recalled telling Jiraiya about his new comrade. Jiraiya has gaped comically, then roared, "That brat's leaving me?!"

To ease the blow, Kakashi had invited the man over for their next dinner, marvelling to himself how natural socialising had now become to him. It was now about a week later and Iruka (bless his heart) was trying to teach Kakashi how to cook. They would have their original seven guests, plus Tenten seemed to have been added to the roster permanently and then both Genma and Jiraiya were coming. Kakashi mused that Iruka might have also invited their other former student Sakura and her boyfriend, Gai's mini-clone, Lee. He mentally counted, then remembered to include Iruka's old teammates and one of the few other openly gay couples in the village, Izumo and Kotetsu as well. Basically, it was the first dinner party (or any get-together, really) of over a dozen people that Kakashi was not only willing to go to, but was even looking forward to. He wrapped his arms around Iruka and nuzzled into his neck.

"Thanks for teaching this old dog new tricks, love."

"Hmm?" Iruka turned slightly and gave him a puzzled look.

As Iruka turned back to the task at hand, Kakashi elaborated, "My students and both Gai and the Hokage have been trying to get me well-socialised for the last half decade. Needless to say, I resisted….strongly, might I add and you're the first person to succeed."

Iruka smiled. "No problem, sweetie." Then he patted his hand and continued washing vegetables.

"I enjoy company more than I ever thought I would." Kakashi swayed gently, lost in his contemplations and guiding Iruka's hip to sway with him and rubbing softly up the other man's sides. "It makes me feel human again."

Iruka paused and turned completely from the counter, embracing the other nin. "I'm glad for that. You deserve to be happy, no matter what you think. But….Have you been listening to anything I've said so far?"

"Uh…." Kakashi paled, then grasped at straws, "You want me to chop vegetables?"

Iruka snorted. "Hardly! Seriously, I don't think you're ready for sharp objects in the kitchen."

"Hey! I am an expert with a kunai!" Kakashi exclaimed indignantly.

Iruka patted him on the cheek. "That's part of the problem," then he got serious and poked a finger into his lover's chest, "you cannot use ninja weapons as kitchen tools and under no circumstances are you allowed to use jutsus to cook!"

Each new point had been accentuated with a new light jab at his chest and he pouted indignantly, "But fire jutsus are perfect for toasting things! I don't understand why no one else uses them…."

Iruka spluttered, "Is that how you almost set the stove on fire last week?!"

Kakashi peered at Iruka for a moment, gauging his temper. "Ummmm….no?"

Iruka sighed. "Expert with a kunai my ass!"

"Hmmph! I am too." Kakashi crossed his arms petulantly, a habit Iruka thought was adorable, then continued, as he waggled a finger teasingly in Iruka's face, "But that's besides the point, you need to watch your language, sensei!"

Iruka spun back to Kakashi, a mischievous twinkle in his eye, "Well, you're an expert with this kunai." He palmed Kakashi through his trousers and pushed him back a bit, adding in an off-hand manner (as if he hadn't just grabbed his lover's goods), "If that makes you feel any better."

Feel better indeed! Kakashi had been delighted to learn that as much as his lover's social habits were rubbing off on him, so were his more lascivious ways on Iruka. He grinned and knowing Naruto would probably want to stick around after dinner again (and not wanting to miss his daily dose of sex), practically attacked Iruka, making him drop the vegetables and paring knife (see, he had too been paying attention, that was a paring knife! Whatever that meant….) back into the sink with a clatter.

Iruka squawked indignantly, latching his hands onto Kakashi's forearms instinctively to dislodge them, but relaxing into his hold as Kakashi sucked gently on his neck.

"Kashi, we c-can't….there's s-s-s-so….m-much to do-mmmmmm!" Iruka's eyes fluttered closed and he sighed deeply, running his hands up Kakashi's arms to rest around his neck.

Grinning triumphantly, Kakashi turned Iruka in his arms to face himself and backed him gently into the counter, where he hoisted him up to sit on the counter so that he could settle between the man's legs. He massaged Iruka's thighs teasingly as he leaned over to his ear and whispered, "You started it, love."

"Just shut up and kiss me before I change my mind!" Kakashi grinned as Iruka mashed their lips together, sucking Kakashi's bottom lip into his mouth and nipping it warningly.

Kakashi's hands traveled quickly to the small of Iruka's back, where he started to work the hem of his shirt up and over his head. They only broke apart for a second before Iruka pulled him back by the collar and shoved his vest off his shoulders, muttering, "You really wear too many clothes, you know."

Kakashi laughed, "You want me to walk around naked?"

Iruka's face heated up as he replied hotly, "Oh, hells no! Then I'd never get the rest of the village off of you!" He ripped Kakashi's shirt off as he said it, then fell to peppering kisses and gentle love bites all over his neck and chest.

Kakashi moaned as Iruka trailed his hands up from his hips to rest on sensitive nipples, brushing them with his thumbs, then pinching and rolling them in his thumbs and forefingers. He then trailed his kisses back up to Kakashi's ear, sucking a lobe into his mouth as he whispered hotly, "But I wouldn't mind if you wore a little less of them at home."

"I'll….k-keep that in….m-mind," Kakashi huffed out in puffs as cool air finally hit his cock, dropping his pants to his ankles and kicking them off, then turning his deft fingers on Iruka's pants fastenings.

"Mmhmm. You do that," Iruka smiled as he leaned back on his hands to lift his hips and allow Kakashi to divest him of his pants and boxers in one sweep. He rested his head against the wall and stayed leaning back as he watched Kakashi lower his head, keeping eye contact the entire way, to pause over the tip of Iruka's erection. "Well?"

"Well what?" Kakashi smiled, purposefully keeping his lips just slightly above the blunt head of Iruka's cock.

"Are you going to get on with it?" Iruka grinned and tilted his head at a rakish angle, "Or do you need a hand?" He emphasized the last bit as he reached one hand forward to catch Kakashi's dick in a firm grip, guiding him forward so that he could trap the sensitive appendage between his firm thigh and the delicious friction of his roaming hand. Kakashi's head bent immediately with a long moan, his head coming to rest on Iruka's stomach as one of his arms shot forward to brace his weight on the counter.

Iruka continued to pump him, running his fingernails along the thick vein under Kakashi's shaft and squeezing gently when he got to the mushroom-shaped tip. "Mmgfrmmh!" Kakashi made a fist with the hand on the counter, then glared up at his lover. Ready to retaliate, Kakashi took Iruka's length into his mouth in one long gulp, swallowing tightly around the hot and swollen flesh.

Iruka's hand stilled instantly as he let out a startled gasp, then he threw his head back and twined the fingers of one hand through Kakashi's silver locks, the other hand grabbing the edge of the counter tightly to ground himself. Kakashi smiled to himself at his lover's positive reaction, then returned quickly and enthusiastically to his task.

Kakashi swallowed again, then hummed, sending shivers up Iruka's spine as he pulled back slowly, grating his teeth on the shaft while his tongue swirled over the head. He let go with an obscene pop, then took only the blunt head of the cock into his mouth, slurping loudly and sucking hard. One of Iruka's legs came up and wrapped itself around Kakashi's back, pushing the engorged flesh further into his waiting mouth. He continued his loud sucking and bobbed his head a little faster as he surreptitiously snuck his hands up Iruka's thighs, squeezing lightly and massaging as he went until he reached the mans hips.

As Kakashi's hands reached his hips, Iruka scooted forward and reached a hand up behind them to grope blindly at one of the cupboards, where he knew Kakashi had a stash of lube. Kakashi noticed this and laughed around a mouthful of Iruka's cock, a deep rumble that sent spikes of electricity shooting up and down Iruka's shaft and spine, momentarily paralyzing him. As his hand fell from the cupboard, empty, Kakashi reached up and grabbed the lube at the same time letting Iruka's cock go with one last slurp. He grinned deviously at Iruka and before Iruka could react, Kakashi had already lubed his hand up and slipped two fingers into Iruka's tight hole. Iruka gasped and banged a fist against the counter softly as his eyes slid shut. He tried to manoeuvre himself on the counter so that Kakashi's fingers would brush his prostate, but his silver-haired lover knew exactly what he was doing and pulled back quickly with a grin. "Nu-uh, Ruka. You started this, but I get to finish it."

Kakashi leaned forward for a sloppy kiss, and Iruka kept his head there with one hand while at the same time his other quickly grabbed Kakashi's cock and guided it to his waiting ass. Then Iruka bit down lightly on his tongue and hissed out an, "Oh yeah?" as he impaled himself on his lover's length.

Kakashi stilled and grabbed onto the counter, letting out a low groan as Iruka's tight heat engulfed him. He struggled for a moment to catch his breath, then looked laughingly into Iruka's eyes. "And people think I'm A-type, you control freak?"

"Well, I am a teacher," Iruka stated, slowly pulling Kakashi further into him and thrusting his hips up at the same time, "So I'm used to being in charge."

"Mmhm," Kakashi pulled his hips back gently, then thrust forward with a quick grunt, "and what was it you're teaching me, Sensei?"

Iruka rolled his eyes. Only Kakashi could make that sound dirty….but he smiled anyways, since it was his perverted lover, and he yanked him back into a searing kiss as Kakashi upped the pace, snapping his hips back and forward hard enough to have Iruka seeing stars every time his prostate was hit (which was on every thrust, thank you very much) and making his breath catch in hiccupping moans.

Kakashi sped up again as sweat began to drip down their bodies, making his lover glisten and their chests slide together with delicious, slippery friction. Kakashi groaned long and low as his sensitive nipples brushed against Iruka's hard, pebbled ones. He started to pull out farther, making his thrusts deeper as together they rocked towards the edge. He gripped the counter with one hand and Iruka's erection in the other, stroking him in time to his thrusts. Finally, Iruka keened and a guttural cry tore from the back of his throat as he came between them. Kakashi followed his lover mere seconds later, coming inside Iruka and then slumping forward onto the other man.

As they slowly came down from their high, Iruka ran his fingers soothingly through Kakashi's hair. "You are very talented with that particular kunai, Kashi."

Kakashi laughed lowly, and leaned up lazily to plant a kiss on Iruka's lips, missing by a little and resting his head in the crook of the teacher's neck.

"We should really move, though. We still have guests coming tonight and I'm not looking forward to still being sweaty and on top of that, cold too in a few minutes."

"Mmhm," Kakashi mumbled sleepily, finally pulling out of Iruka and standing up straight.

Iruka's hand traveled from where it had been stroking through silver locks to rest on a pale cheek. "Love you, Kashi."

"Love you too, Ruka."

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After a quick shower, Iruka had managed to put together a decent dinner, though Kakashi had had to sit out because they didn't have the time for his kitchen shenanigans anymore and Iruka was flustered from having to rush.

Though, as Kakashi kept reminding him, Iruka had started it, so he kept his mouth shut and just tried to get dinner on the table o time.

It wasn't until all of their guests were present (and some of the older ones slightly inebriated enough to be just a little more raucous than usual) that Naruto, being Naruto picked up a bottle from the counter and shouted (in the way that only he could) to the rest of the room, "What's this? Can we eat it?"

All heads snapped in Naruto's direction as Iruka turned a rather violent shade of red. Kakashi tried valiantly to stifle his laughter as he realised why his lover was so tomato-hued. Apparently in his haste to get everything done after their raunchy tryst, Iruka had forgotten to put the bottle of lube back in the cupboard. Now everyone's favourite blond had made sure everyone noticed the bottle.

Anko grinned evilly as she turned to her brother and said mockingly, "In the kitchen Ru? Really? What has gotten into you?"

Iruka, if possible, turned redder than he already was and Hinata, ever the helpful student, came to his rescue and leant over to whisper in her boyfriend's ear. Everyone but Iruka (who buried his head in his hands) and Lee (who looked so confused) burst out laughing as Naruto's emotions played out on his face as he learned just what was in his hand and realised what that meant.

"AHHHHH! Iruka-nii! Kakashi-sensei! AHHHHH!" He tossed the bottle from himself and rubbed his hand off on his shirt, then, "Wait, ewww!" as he raced to the sink to wash his hands.

Kakashi nonchalantly picked up the bottle and tossed over his shoulder, "You shouldn't throw it like that, Naruto-kun. At least now you know where to look if Hinata ever joins at one of your sleepovers here."

At this, the blond turned as red as Iruka and started spluttering and pointing accusingly at Kakashi until Hinata patted him reassuringly on the arm to calm him and whispered in his ear.

Iruka, on the other hand, had recovered enough to let out an indignant roar of, "KAKASHI!"

To which Kakashi responded with an, "Eeep!" and went to hide in the bathroom for a while.

Lee still looked confused, but he too, turned a brilliant shade of red as Sakura quietly whispered an explanation in his ear.

As it turned out, Naruto didn't feel like spending the night anymore.

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TBC….

*Sigh* sorry for the lemon….I know it's not up to par but I'm kind of rusty.

Only one more chapter, I think.

Love,

Chickadee