Disclaimer: The fact that I don't own Naruto or the characters has not changed since it was first published, so it definitely hasn't changed in the few days or hours since I last posted. But I am legally required to tell you anyways and also, I am not making any money on this.

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Kakashi nuzzled Iruka's neck, murmuring, "Look beneath the underneath."

"Huh?" Iruka pushed him back a little, confused, "Kashi, I'm not sure you understand. I—"

"Want kids." Kakashi bobbed his head once in an affirming nod.

"No, Kashi, I—" Iruka frowned, "Wait, yes. How did?"

"I know?" Kakashi grinned cockishly, "You've always wanted kids. I knew that going in and I still loved you. You know, when I first found out about my preferences, I gave up the idea of kids pretty quickly. It didn't even bother me much."

"Okay, but how…. I mean, I didn't even know I wanted kids when we started dating!"

"Seriously, Iruka?"

"Yes, seriously! How could you know if I didn't? And does that mean you don't want kids?"

Kakashi sighed and tried to pull Iruka back towards him. The teacher was getting way too worked up, way too fast and this was not going at all how he'd imagined it.

"If you were any older, even just a couple of years, love, you would basically BE Naruto's dad, instead of a big brother. I can even imagine you adopting him if it had ever crossed Sandaime's mind to allow it. You're a teacher. You eat, sleep and breathe childcare. And yes, I want kids. I realised it when I realised I wanted you."

Iruka watched Kakashi with wonder in his eyes, waiting for more. Kakashi explained, "Like I said, I thought I'd never have kids because I like men. When I started to watch you, though, and fall for you, I figured out real fast that you were the settling down, all in type."

Kakashi paused as Iruka watched him. "Even though that's never been my style, I fell for you anyways. Does that tell you anything?"

Iruka responded by climbing further up onto the chest and curling into the Copy-nin's arms. "I realised that the reason I didn't think I wanted all that wasn't because I really didn't want it, but because I'd never met anyone I wanted it with. Plus, I was not into wanting something I could never have…. Except you—but I've got you anyawys. Then there was an us. So, I started looking into building a family a few weeks after I realised this place, with you, was a home and not just a place to live."

Iruka sighed contentedly as Kakashi stroked his arm and continued, "The orphanage prefers civilians, because they're less likely than us to blow up, but it's not impossible. And I know Shizune is willing to be a surrogate because we've spoken already. She's our age and still single. She'd like to be a mother, but what with taking care of Tsunade-hime, she doesn't have the time to, as she puts it, 'commit to the proper childhood a baby needs.' She sounded so much like you that I just wanted to laugh—I didn't though—I held back sa as not to damage our odds of getting her on our side. As our surrogate, she'd get to be an auntie, which isn't as much work, but she could love the kids just as much."

Iruka turned in the jounin's arms a little to peer up at him adoringly. "So what do you think? A gruelling adoption process or a pregnant and crazy Shizune?"

Iruka wiggled out of Kakashi's hold and turned to face him on his knees. "I think…."

Kakashi held his breath, "That I love you more every day and I love that you know me better than I know myself sometimes."

Kakashi smiled. "And?"

"And, I love how you hate doing chores but you look so cute all rumpled and smudged from doing them." Iruka straddled Kakashi's legs and started to glide his hands up his lover's smooth pale neck to tangle in his silver hair.

"Mmhm." Kakashi encouraged, "And?"

"And I think you're more of a softie than you let on because you're adorably excited about being a father, even though you don't show it and I know because I know you better than you know yourself sometimes too."

Kakashi closed his eyes, growling in appreciation of Iruka's ministrations and cupped his lover's ass in his hands, kneading gently and eating up the soft moans of approval. "And?"

"And I think that's the longest speech you've ever given me."

An impatient huff and jerk of Iruka's hips towards him later, Kakashi urged, "And?"

Iruka sat back from sucking on Kakashi's neck and looked at him, dishevelled and rosy-cheeked and placed his hands on the jounin's chest. Pushing firmly, he whispered lowly, "And you're talking too much right now," before planting his lips firmly and devouring Kakashi's mouth.

Kakashi gave up getting his answer right away, deciding it didn't matter when Iruka was – oh, yes! Oh! – anyways since they were on the same page and that was such a delicious—Mmmmmm…. Yes, fatherhood could wait a few more hours, as long as Iruka kept doing that.

Iruka slithered down Kakashi's form, landing off of the chest, on the floor by his feet, and between his legs, nose tickling the small hairs on Kakashi's stomach. He pushed at the shirt, which Kakashi gladly helped him take off and then tugged at the trousers. Kakashi, instead of helping facilitate their removal, stood up and tugged Iruka to his feet, heading towards the bathroom. Iruka smiled, but paused and picked up the discarded shirt on their way, sorting it into the correct basket on their way by, eliciting a chuckle from his grey-haired lover. He then proceeded to discard all of their clothing into the laundry hampers, with a sheepish smile, much to Kakashi's amusement.

As soon as they were in the bathroom, however, Iruka had Kakashi pinned to the wall, hands on either side of his head and tongue halfway down his throat, but Kakashi wasn't complaining, oh no, instead he bucked his cock up against Iruka's stomach, earning him a growl and one loose hand as Iruka moved to restrain his hip instead. As Kakashi's hand was freed, he reached over to yank out Iruka's hair tie and run his fingers through the chocolate strands before tugging back gently.

"Why, Sensei, you're in quite the mood today, aren't you?"

"You didn't even want to do chores but you've been strutting around all day in those pants—which are mine by the way, so they're too loose on you and I've been seeing way too much toned stomach and peek-a-boo ass cheeks to keep my thoughts G-rated!" Iruka underlined his point by gently banging Kakashi's hand back into the wall.

Kakashi grinned, "Liked the show, did you? Turning into as much of a pervert as me, love."

"You did it on purpose, didn't you, you little shit!"

"Tch! Language, Sensei!" Kakashi waggled a finger teasingly at Iruka, a huge grin plastered over his face.

Iruka caught his finger and sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the slender digit, then letting it go with a pop and moving in close to the Copy-nin to press their bodies together from knees to chests. Kakashi could feel the heat emanating off of his chuunin as Iruka continued to pull his hand around his waist and guide it towards his opening. Getting the hint, Kakashi circled his hole with the spit-slicked digit, then slid the one finger in as he leaned forward to capture Iruka's mouth again.

Iruka sighed contentedly and pressed himself more firmly into his lover, letting go of Kakashi's other hand to grab a hold of his shoulders instead. Kakashi used his now free hand to help guide one of Iruka's legs around him, Iruka using his shoulders ad leverage to lift himself enough that Kakashi had better access to his ass. Kakashi took advantage of this by slipping in another finger and moving them closer to the shower stall.

Stumbling a little because they were so tangled up in each other, Iruka reached backwards to steady them on the sink counter and hiked his leg up even higher around Kakashi, letting go of the counter briefly to reach around for the lube he knew they kept somewhere in here. Not finding that somewhere immediately, Iruka got frustrated and pulled back from Kakashi's lips to utter an annoyed, "Damn!"

As Kakashi laughed and dangled the lube in front of Iruka's face with the hand that wasn't scissoring inside of him. "How did you? Oh, never mind!"

Iruka snatched the lube away, tore off the cap with his teeth (which sent Kakashi into further giggles) and a low, "Impatient much?"

The silver-haired man gasped, however, as the cold, slick lube was slid generously along his shaft by a rough, warm, calloused hand. "Mmmm." He closed his eyes in ecstasy as Iruka continued to lather his length in the gloopy mess.

Iruka pushed him back onto the low bench in their shower and gently guided Kakashi's cock to his now ready hole. As Kakashi slipped his fingers out to knead Iruka's ass, his cock slipped into take their place and he groaned long and low as the tight heat of his lover surrounded him once again. Yes, he'd never get tired of this.

Iruka shuddered in appreciation, then brought his hands back up to pinch sensitive nipples as he set a slow pace, making sure to squeeze his muscles every time he came down on Kakashi's cock. He slid his hands over the smooth chest and now pebbled nipples and kneaded softly at the muscles there, taking his lover's mouth in a slow, wet and sloppy kiss.

As Iruka sucked Kakashi's tongue into a sensuous dance with his own, Kakashi slid his hands over Iruka's hips, getting a good grip and then guiding them to up the pace. As they increased their speed, the slapping sound of skin on skin reverberated through the room and the sweet, obscene slicking sound of Kakashi's dick repeatedly slamming into his lover overtook their senses and they gave into guttural moans, digging their fingers into each other's flesh hard enough to leave red-white spots as they tried desperately to cling to their sanity.

Iruka pulled away from their kiss, breath literally stolen away as he neared his climax, hands finding purchase on his lover's strong shoulders as he bucked ever more erratically on Kakashi's bobbing erection. Kakashi thunked his head forward onto Iruka's glistening, sweat soaked chest and heaved a last few moans before going over the edge and into an ecstatic, relieved sigh, releasing his seed into his lover. Iruka, feeling the warm liquid shooting into his own body was pushed closer the edge himself and almost came between them without even being touched.

Sensing Iruka was near his release too, Kakashi reached down and pulled Iruka off of himself, sighing as his cock was freed from the burning warmth of his lover. Then he turned and gently switched their positions, with Iruka on the bench. At Iruka's slight whine at the loss, Kakashi smiled and fell to his knees between Iruka's thighs and took him into his mouth. Iruka sighed in contentment once more and leaned into his lover's embrace.

Kakashi tightened his hold on Iruka's waist and slid his mouth slowly up and down the hard length. Iruka, close already, would have none of it and tugged insistently on Kakashi's grey hair, making the man laugh around his cock, which in turn sent the rumbles shooting electricity up his shaft, causing him to come suddenly with his eyes wide in shock and a gasp escaping his open mouth. He slumped down onto the bench and leaned back against the wall, pulling Kakashi closer into his arms as the Copy-nin rested his head on Iruka's stomach.

After a few moments of satiated silence, Iruka spoke softly, carding his hand gently through his lover's soft locks. "I think I'd like to try both, if you don't mind."

Kakashi, sensing a serious decision, pulled back and looked up, peeking at Iruka through his sweaty bangs.

Outside the apartment….

Jiraiya, after spying on the two brats for the last quarter hour, was pretty sure he wanted to try writing a yaoi version of his Make-out Paradise series and despite being 90% sure he was straight as a rod, still felt his cheeks (and entire body, actually) warm and tingle pleasantly. How he was going to look Iruka in the eye at dinner tonight was a mystery—Kakashi he could handle, the boy was a pervert just like him but Iruka—oh Iruka –-who knew the school teacher could behave like that?

Shaking it off, Jiraiya made his way around the building and into the window directly across form the couple's front door. Unmasking his chakra, he raised his hand to knock, only to have the door opened by a towel-clad and eyebrow-raised Iruka.

"Enjoy the show, Jiraiya?" Jiraiya blanched.

"Ummm, uh, I, um, I—uhhhhh—" Jiraiya got more red-faced as he spoke, unused to feeling put on the spot.

Iruka interrupted his incoherent babble with a wicked smile, promising awful things with a cheery, "If Kakashi reads anything like this in your next filthy novel, and yes," he paused here for emphasis, "he will tell me, I'll make you wish I'd kill you."

Iruka swung the door open fully, gesturing Jiraiya in with a dismissive wave of his hand and an added, "But I won't. I'll only make you suffer. So why don't you make yourself at home while Kakashi and I clean up, hm? We'll be right with you, Jiraiya-san."

Gulping, Jiraiya nodded frantically and entered the apartment, obediently and quietly taking a seat on the edge of the futon in the living room.

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See, only a bit longer than 24 hours :)