Kakashi was no longer in the bed when Iruka woke up the next morning, but Iruka wasn't worried. He had a good idea of where to find him. After a quick shower, he grabbed a thermos with tea and some fruit and bread and headed out through the village to the memorial for Konoha's fallen.
Like every morning, the shaggy haired copynin was standing silently in front of the stone, slouching slightly with his hands in his pockets. He was dressed in his full uniform and had his mask and hitai-ate back in place. The air of reserve that usually surrounded him, which hadn't been there the night before, was back, but not as strong as before.
Iruka didn't make an effort to hide his presence as he approached, but stopped a little bit before he reached the other man.
"Ah, I am discovered," Kakashi drawled without turning around. "Good morning, Iruka."
Iruka smiled. "Good morning, Kakashi. How are you?"
"I'm alright. How about you?"
"Ah, well," Iruka replied, frowning, "I'm not doing so well."
Kakashi's back tensed slightly. "You aren't? Why not?" He turned to Iruka, a nervous look on his face.
"Well, when I went to bed last night, there was a handsome man with me, but we both fell asleep before I could fully enjoy the company. Then when I woke up this morning, he had already left, so I couldn't enjoy his company then either." Iruka pouted, trying to hide a grin.
Kakashi stared at the teacher and Iruka could see a grin starting to quirk up the edges of his cheek. "And were you looking forward to…'enjoying his company'?"
Iruka raked his eyes slowly down the length of Kakashi's body and then back up again. He smiled. "Yes, yes I was." He fought a blush that was trying to creep over his cheeks and made himself stare boldly into Kakashi's visible eye.
They grinned at each other for a moment longer. Iruka held up the bag with the food. "I brought breakfast."
"I see, so your plan was to feed me and then have your way with my body." Kakashi leered at Iruka playfully.
The blush won and Iruka turned a bright red. Kakashi laughed and held out his hand for the bag. "I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. You're so cute when you blush." This statement made Iruka's face even redder and Kakashi laughed again. Setting the bag of food down, he turned back to the memorial.
"Obito, I'd like you to meet Iruka. He's the best teacher at the academy," Kakashi turned to look at Iruka for a moment, "and a good friend." Iruka felt tears prick his eyes, touched that the reclusive jounin would want to share something personal with him. He walked to the monument and bowed politely, "Uchiha-san, it is an honor."
His eyes moved to another, more familiar, pair of names and he reached forward to run his fingers over them. "Mom, Dad, I've told you before about Naruto's new teacher, Kakashi. He is a good man. Please watch over him as I know you watch over me." Iruka paused, trying to ignore the urge to cry. He'd cried enough last night for a long time.
As he stood there, he felt Kakashi's strong arms wrap around him from behind. He crossed his arms over Kakashi's and leaned his head back onto the slightly taller man's shoulder. Kakashi rested his cheek on the top of Iruka's head. Iruka sighed, contented.
After a moment, Kakashi pulled away. "Hungry?" Iruka nodded and they sat down to eat. They didn't talk while they ate, but the silence was comfortable and companionable. When they finished, Kakashi looked over at Iruka. "What are you doing today?"
"Well, there's no school today because of the funeral yesterday, so I don't have to teach. I thought I'd go check on Konohamaru, then go to the mission room, and see if they needed any help and then I had some papers to finish grading. I probably ought to check on Naruto and see how he's doing. If you don't watch him, he won't eat any vegetables and then he'll get sick. I also need to clean house and there are some errands I need to run. Oh, and…"
"Okay, okay, I get the picture," Kakashi interrupted, laughing. "In amongst all that, is there time for me to make dinner for you?"
Iruka stared at him a moment, then blushed furiously and nodded. "I'd like that. But don't feel you have to cook for me."
Kakashi smiled, "I can't make anything fancy, but I don't mind cooking. Especially for people I like." He reached a hand out and caressed Iruka's cheek.
"So that means that you like me?" Iruka asked softly. Their faces moved closer and closer together.
Kakashi nodded. "I like you a lot, Iruka-sama," he whispered. The hand that had been caressing Iruka's cheek was now on the back of his neck, tangling itself in his hair. Kakashi's other hand reached up to pull down his mask a second before his lips touched Iruka's.
Iruka had kissed Kakashi the night before, but those kisses had been light and tentative. This kiss was warm and soft at first, but the heat of it soon overtook both of them. He felt Kakashi's tongue flick out and opened his mouth wider to allow it entrance, causing Kakashi to groan with pleasure. Iruka reached out an arm to pull Kakashi closer and felt himself being pushed back onto the grass. Kakashi's lean form stretched out over him and one knee moved gently up between Iruka's legs. He broke away from Iruka's mouth and moved to nibble on his neck and it was the teacher's turn to moan. Iruka's hands moved up and under Kakashi's vest, tugging his shirt out from his pants, so that he could touch the pale skin under it. At the contact, Kakashi shuddered with pleasure and lifted his head to stare into Iruka's eyes.
"How are you feeling now, Iruka-sama?" Kakashi asked breathlessly.
Iruka ran his hands lightly over the jounin's cheeks, memorizing the view before the mask covered it once more. "Happy," he decided, "…and horny." He grinned as Kakashi started laughing again.
Kakashi slowly peeled himself off the chuunin and helped the other man stand up. As Iruka got to his feet, Kakashi pulled him forward into a hug and said, "Good, then you'll think of me all day." He placed one last kiss on Iruka's lips and then pulled up his mask. "My place? Eight o'clock?"
Iruka nodded. "See you then. Have a good day, Kakashi."
"Have a good day, Iruka."
Iruka watched the silver hair as it disappeared into the forest. He turned back to monument. "Thank you for him, Obito-san. I am sorry you are no longer with him, but thank you for letting me be his friend." He bowed deeply to the silent stone and turned to begin his day.