(K+I)-1

He entered the train's cart and placed his bag on the bed. The second bed was empty, what made Iruka pout.

That impossible man was late again!

Iruka fell on the bed, stretched his legs and crossed his hands on his chest.

Very well!

If he is not coming, Iruka can spend the weekend alone. He'll have the whole room for himself.

Just wonderful!

And, no problem, he can go on excursion alone.

Awesome!

Of course, he'll be a little bit lonely. Especially, after both of them had planned this trip so accurately.

Also, Iruka hoped they could become even closer during these days. But if he is not in the train now, it means he's not as eager as Iruka!

The train's wheels screeched and it started to slowly gain the speed. Moving faster and faster, it took Iruka away from his silver-haired pen-mate.

Iruka squinted at the opposite empty bed and his eyes became watery.

It was unfair, unfair! No, it couldn't be happening.

Their last two appointments were ruined because of certain someone. In fact, the only time they managed to spend a real evening together, was their very first meeting. Maybe he didn't like Iruka after all. Meaning, his letters and his deeds differed too much.

Iruka felt miserable and suspected it was going to be the general state of his mind (and body, for that matter) during the whole weekend.

Gosh, it was unfair! That's it for Iruka to always choose the wrong ones. Or them choose Iruka? Just to think the match was generated by the system! It was as good as any other option!

Suddenly, there was a loud sound in the corridor; it interrupted Iruka's miserable reverie. He sat up and stared at the door.

The door opened and the bag was tossed inside. After that, Kakashi stepped in and smiled at Iruka sheepishly. Iruka 's eyes widened and heart melted. He couldn't help a smile in return.

"Hi," Kakashi exhaled, breathing heavily, as if he was running as crazy to get there. "Sorry I'm late."

Iruka stared at his pale face.

"Kakashi, what happened?"

Kakashi hopped on the bed near Iruka, and Iruka put out of the way the marred by blood strands of silver hair, to look closer at the scratched left cheek and forehead.

"Maa, there was that old lady who let her cat walk on the street without a leash. I helped her to take it down from the lamppost."

"How?" Shaking his head disapprovingly, Iruka reached for his bag and took out a first aid box. "How did it happen?" he asked, accurately treating the long nasty scratches.

"Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not very good with cats." Kakashi shrugged and gave Iruka another bright smile.

"And why are you grinning? Doesn't it hurt?" Wincing for Kakashi's pain, Iruka placed several plasters above the longest scratches.

"I don't know. I'm just very happy to see you." Kakashi didn't show any signs he was in pain, his smile only widened.

"What you not say," Iruka murmured, rather flattered. "Here, all done," he declared, turning away to hide the first aid box in his bag, but also to hide his reddened face.

"Thank you," Kakashi said. He caught Iruka's hand and pulled him back into the previous position. "Kiss it better?"

Iruka sat back and only now noticed how close they actually were to each other. Iruka's cheeks, and even ears, started to burn, but, anyway, he bravely moved the soft silver strands to the side and gently pressed his lips to one of the treated spots on Kakashi's forehead.

During that action, his body touched Kakashi's and he felt the other man's hands entwine around his waist.

"Better?" Iruka murmured under his breath, enjoying the man's baldness. His big hands felt really good.

"Yes," drawled Kakashi, "but, to finish the treatment, I need a kiss on my lips. Please?"

Iruka laughed, arching his back under Kakashi's touch.

"Now, that's a brute force. Aren't you a pervert?"

Kakashi made a resentful face and shook his head.

"Sorry, but if I was a pervert," he declared, looking at Iruka's lips hungrily, "I'd already have you naked and moaning under me."

In any other situation, such bold declaration would lead to Iruka slapping the insulter's mug and running away. But this time it was different. Iruka liked the man, and he really wanted to taste his lips. So he went for it, though not without a little act.

Iruka licked his lips and stretched them into a teasing smile.

"Then, you are a very perverted pervert, torturing both of us like this."

"You have a point," admitted Kakashi. He didn't tear his eyes from Iruka's wet lips while his hands travelled up and down his spine and little by little pressed their bodies further together. "It seems I really am. Or, more precisely, you are to blame, because it's you who wakes up a pervert in me."

After that, Iruka had no other choice but to give up to the pleasant pressure and merge his lips with Kakashi's.