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Chapter 3
"Ohiyo, Kakashi-sensei" Iruka smiled as he set the tray beside the bed and took a look at the annoyed Kakashi.
"Ohiyo, Iruka-sensei. Oi, is that my breakfast?" Kakashi raised his head to deliver Iruka with an annoyed scowl.
Neither could tear away their gaze. Both continued to stare, drinking in the sight of each other like cool spring water on a parched throat.
Iruka took in the bandages that covered Kakashi. The top half of his body was covered with bandages. But Iruka could still discern the muscles on his torso, his arms...
My my, Kakashi had one killer of a body...
Iruka's eyes traveled lower to where the small nest of silver hair ended with a slight V. Kakashi was in boxer shorts, and his legs were likewise, heavily bandaged. That did not stop Iruka from admiring Kakashi's well defined muscles though. Iruka blushed.
His eyes hastily averted to look into Kakashi's dark eyes. Bandages covered not only Kakashi's head, but also the Sharingan eye as well. The stubborn mop of silver hair was tousled, messy but still sticking upright. Iruka resisted the urge to run his hands through that hair, to comb it with his fingers…
Kakashi was without his mask! Iruka absorbed the information with both surprise and glee. Finally I get to see what the great Kakashi looks like!
High cheekbones, a firm jaw and a stubborn chin graced his face. The only imperfection was the slightly broken nose that looked as if it had seen a lot of mighty fists.
Kakashi's face couldn't be called beautiful, but it was attractive. And Iruka found it unsettlingly attractive.
Kakashi could tell that Iruka was shocked at having seen him unmasked and he gave a smug grin.
He hadn't plan for it to happen. But just as well since they'll be seeing a lot of each other for the next few weeks. Wearing the mask 24/7 will be very uncomfortable instead.
Looking up at Iruka with his mouth still wide open, Kakashi thought: I just bet that he's going to say "Kakashi, you're a devilish handsome fellow" next.
Iruka had a pleasing face, not dashingly handsome but passable, normal, some would say. And so, it was very strange that Kakashi couldn't help noticing the stray strands of hair that had managed to escape from Iruka's ponytail. He wanted to push them back where they belonged. He wanted to lean forward and kiss that open mouth closed...
What an irrational though Kakashi! You've barely known Iruka and now you're having pervetic thoughts about him!
Perhaps it was his dark eyes that seem to swallow you up with their expressions. At this moment, though, the eyes were filled with anguish.
Huh But why? Shouldn't they be filled with admiration of my great face?
"Oh Kakashi-sensei, how on earth did you get yourself hurt so badly?" Iruka's voice was sympathetic.
For a moment, Kakashi was stunned. He didn't expect Iruka, a chuuin he had always despised to express concern for him.
"Ah.. eh haha, I was careless. But don't mind, I'll be up and away in a few weeks." With that, he gave a cheerful smile. "Now, now, if you don't mind, I'll like my breakfast please."
Kakashi then tried to push himself up into a sitting position.
Damn! I'm weak as a new born kitten
He slumped back, angered at his helplessness. Never had he been hurt so badly before. Never had he needed to depend on someone else. Depending on others made him weak. And only the strong survived in this world. Only the strong could protect the ones they loved.
Kakashi was angry. How was he going to protect others if he was so weak? He struggled again.
Iruka, noticing his distress, came forward to help him.
A hand knocked him back with considerable strength. "I don't need your help, sensei! I thought you had classes to teach? Just leave me alone to take care of myself!" Kakashi retorted back angrily.
Surprise at the sudden change in Kakashi, Iruka hastily took a step back.
His eyes softened when they saw the caged expression in Kakashi's eyes. "Look, my orders from Tsunade were to take good care of you, so I can't leave until I've made sure that you've eaten and you're comfortable. So if you don't want me to be late for my lessons, you'd better cooperate with me." His voice was soothing and while saying so, he proceeded to sit Kakashi up.
This time, Kakashi allowed himself to be assisted. Iruka placed the breakfast tray on his lap and began cutting the pancakes up into small portions.
"I don't need a lowly chuunin to help me eat." Kakashi growled at Iruka, an ugly expression on his otherwise attractive face.
Undeterred, Iruka went on cheerfully, "Now, now, stop acting like a little kid. Maybe when you've recovered your strength you can challenge me, jounin to chuunin, but for now, you're to listen to what I say and eat your breakfast."
Kakashi sighed inwardly at this man's persistence. He grudgingly accepted the food that Iruka fed him with, despairing at his quivering hand that couldn't even hold the fork for a few minutes.
Iruka's cheerful demeanor calmed him a little and he knew that this compassionate chuuin was no harm to him. Kakashi felt somewhat like a jerk. Iruka had not given one whit about the insults he had thrown him and had treated him with more care then he deserved.
Little did he know how badly his comments had stung Iruka.
Kakashi's right, I'm just a chuunin, a lowly teacher at the academy. No spectacular skills, no amazing blood lines. Hell, sometimes I wonder if I'm good enough to be a ninja. Compared to Kakashi, I don't deserve a second glance. No wonder Naruto would speak so highly of him, no wonder Naruto would leave me...
Naruto... thinking about that hyperactive blond haired boy, Iruka's heart wrenched.
When the pancakes were all gone and the milk had been forced down Kakashi's throat by a persistent Iruka, Iruka gently wiped the crumbs off the edge of Kakashi's mouth. His hands lingered there a while longer then they should have, mesmerized by the full and wide lips…
Kakashi was desperately trying not to feel the soft fingers on his mouth.
If Iruka's not going to stop this soon, he's going to find me sucking down hard of his fingers. Oh to hell with it!
The temptation was too great to resist and he wanted to see what Iruka's reaction would be.
Kakashi leaned forward and took Iruka's fingers into his mouth.
He tastes so sweet...must be the maple syrup...
His tongue flicked around his fingers, tasting, devouring... Kakashi lifted his eyes.
Iruka was battling both shock and pleasure. He wanted to whack Kakashi in the head for doing such an absurd thing. He wanted to moan out loud and let Kakashi continue what he was doing. He wanted… ahh... he didn't know what he wanted anymore.
Iruka sighed in pleasure.
Kakashi watched mixed expressions flicker across Iruka's face. He's so transparent… When Iruka gave a soft moan, Kakashi's blood raced and to and he felt himself becoming aroused.
Unfortunately, now's not the time and place for what I have in mind for you. Reluctantly, Kakashi released Iruka's fingers.
Iruka was too shocked to react for a while. Did Kakashi just did what I thought he did? Iruka blushed a deep beetroot red. And I didn't resist at all. I let him do what he want. Oh man! Iruka was both mortified and afraid. For Kakashi had stirred emotions deep within him. Emotions that he wasn't quite ready to face of yet.
"Wha... what did you do that for?" Iruka's expression was that of a caged rabbit.
"Eh... Uh... You had syrup on your fingers." Kakashi said the first thing that popped into his mind. He couldn't very well say that Iruka's innocence was driving him mad and he desperately wanted to find out what that chocolate skin tasted like.
Now he knew. It was salty, tangy, with a hint of the soap Iruka used. And of course, there was Iruka's scent...
"Don... don't you do that again, you hear that!" A flustered but indignant Iruka asserted.
"Maaa... don't worry about it, you'd better hurry for your lessons." Kakashi repressed a small grin.
"My goodness! I almost forgot!" Iruka exclaimed.
How did this man manage to make me lose all rational thoughts? ARGH! Iruka screamed mentally.
Iruka slowly lowered Kakashi back to lie down on the bed. "Now, don't do anything funny while I'm away. I will be back in the evening."
Kakashi's eyes darkened. What could he do in this pathetic state... He felt his eyes close involuntarily.
Damn, he was sleepy already?
Kakashi struggled to keep awake. He opened his eyes and saw Iruka giving him a soft smile, tucking in his covers like he was a small child.
"Just go to sleep. Your body needs all the rest it can get to recover."
The last thing Kakashi remembered when he fell asleep was something like a hand combing through his hair...
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