Disclaimer: Don't own.

AN: NC-17.

After the first month…

Iruka found it easier to fall asleep. Though, his sleep was never restful, he would wake up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason, or sometimes he would subconsciously roll over or shift closer to the other side of the bed to only be reminded that it was empty, and that the warmth he was searching for wasn't there. There were some nights when he would leave the bedroom completely and sleep on the couch so that he wouldn't be reminded of the empty space next to him, but it didn't help, he would end up staring at the ceiling or wandering into the kitchen to make himself some tea in hopes that it would relax him. But then he realized that it wasn't that he needed to relax. No, it was that he simply couldn't sleep without his husband's warm body next to him, enveloping him. The warmth that he became so familiar to. The warmth that always made him feel safe. The warmth that his heart longed, and worried for. The warmth that was his husband.

Minoru did what he could to distract his dad, from asking for help with his homework to asking for help with his training, but part of him knew that alone wasn't enough. He didn't quite understand how his dad was really feeling, but he tried to. He understood that it was something deeper that couldn't be explained so easily. He understood that it was something related to the bond his fathers shared, a bond that he saw as love. He didn't quite understand, but he did, however, understand that it was different than how he missed Kakashi.

During the second month…

There was a harsh thunder storm and Minoru joined his dad, and slept on the empty side of the bed. He wasn't necessarily afraid of thunder and lightning anymore, but he was worried about Iruka. He knew that his dad was doing better, in some ways, but lately he's noticed that he looked tired and would on occasion fall asleep while grading. Especially since final exams were coming up and he was preparing his students any way possible. Sometimes, it was hard to see him so sad, it was harder to see the forced smiles, but he tried and succeeded in getting a genuine smile from his dad from time to time. He even managed to get his Uncles to "help", to come over for company and "random" visits.

And he kept telling himself: One month closer to having Kakashi-dad back.

It was raining while Kakashi sat under the small window of the attic he was occupying. He managed to get into the village with a henge and skilled stealth, and he highly doubted that anybody noticed that there was an extra body among the civilians. And the attic that he was occupying was that of an old woman's that thought of him as a passerby, someone that just needed a place to stay for a while. He never saw her, and she never bothered him. Even though, she was kind enough to leave him a plate of food for dinner every once in a while, even though it was something small, he was grateful. He figured that she never asked him anything, or talked to him because he never gave her any trouble. He only hoped that she wouldn't start getting suspicious and report him, that he would be gone before that suspicion arose. He needed to pass as a civilian, a nobody, someone that nobody would give a second look to. And so far, it was working. So far, the mission was going off without a hitch, the rain might set him back a few a days but he was somewhat glad for it. He needed the rest and time to rethink his execution. Security that covered the information he was after was tighter than he expected, not only by number but by rank. He sighed as he looked up and out the window and couldn't help but let him mind wander to Iruka and Minoru. He couldn't help but wonder how they were doing, what they were doing. He looked away from the window and dug into his pouch, retrieving the photograph that's edges were beginning to wear out. A smile tugged on his lips as he looked at the portrait, of the ones that he allowed his mind wander to once in a while during his mission, because he knew the risk. He knew that if he got too distracted he would make a careless mistake. He drew his knees up to chest and looked at the photograph a while longer, a pang of longing making his heart ache, he wondered it Iruka liked the anniversary present he and Minoru got for him. He sighed and tilted his head back, looking up and through the window. He looked back down at the photograph and pressed his lips against it before tucking it back into the pouch and set his mind back to the task at hand.

Wait for me.

During the third month…

Minoru decided not to take the final exam, and instead chose to enroll for another year to prepare himself more thoroughly. Iruka knew Minoru was ready, and that he could pass the exam and graduate if he wanted to. But that was the thing, did his son want to, but just didn't feel prepared? Or was it something else that was holding him back?

"Minoru-kun, why is it that you don't want to take the exam?" Iruka asked his son while they ate dinner.

Minoru smiled, "I thought that I could use another year to prepare myself better," he gave Iruka a tentative look, "Is that alright?"

Iruka nodded, "If you feel that you need the extra year, that's fine. You don't necessarily need to take the exam after the first term, you can take the advanced class next term."

Minoru smiled and finished his dinner, "Summer vacation is coming up too! So that'll give me time to train and stuff."

Iruka chuckled, "True."

"Once the term is over, can you help me with my kunai practice?"

Iruka nodded, "Alright, though I don't think you need it."

Minoru shrugged and smiled, "But practice makes perfect, right?"

Iruka chuckled and took the empty plates to the sink and washed them, "You have homework tonight, right?"

Minoru nodded, "But I finished it."

Iruka glanced over his shoulder before shutting off the tap, and drying his hand, "Really?" he smiled.

Minoru nodded, "It was just an essay and a review that I can go over during the weekend."

Iruka gave his son a curious look, and he wondered exactly why his son chose to delay his graduation. He had a feeling that it was more than wanting to completely prepare himself. Yet again, Minoru was a clever child, "I have some free time before I need to sit down and grade, do you want to play a game?"

Minoru beamed, "Can we play a game of chess? Or…UNO?"

Iruka softly chuckled, "Sounds good to me," but he couldn't help but think of a certain silver haired jounin that was terrible at card games.

Two months later…

Iruka found himself staring out the kitchen window. He mentally shook himself, It's just taking longer than expected, he told himself, He'll be home soon. Kakashi was late. It had been nearly five months, and Kakashi wasn't back. He snapped out of his musings when he heard Minoru enter the kitchen.

"Iru-dad, can we practice my kunai aiming?"

Iruka nodded, "We won't use Kunai though, we'll practice your aiming with darts first," he told his son.

Minoru nodded. Part of him was just glad to be able to distract his dad with something. He knew that Iruka must be worrying about Kakashi and his tardiness. Because he was worried too, but he also told Kakashi that he was going to make sure that Iruka wouldn't be too sad while he was gone. That we would do his best to not make him worry.

They made their way to the backyard where Iruka hung their practice board, which was a long piece of plywood with different colored dots that varied in sizes and points, against the wooden fence. Iruka took a pouch from his waist and handed it to Minoru who wrapped it around his own waist.

"Alright," Iruka said, shifting to his sensei mode, "You remember the rules, right? I tell you the color and how many and you aim for them," he smiled, "And of course there's the point system, and for every wrong color you hit, that point amount is deducted."

Minoru grinned, "And if I beat my record, you'll buy me Ramen for dinner."

Iruka chuckled, "Well, that was the deal we made. Alright," he stood off to the side, his back to the wooden fence, "Two yellow."

Two darts went flying, hitting the plywood with two sharp thuds. Iruka took out the darts and put them into his own pouch, "Thirty points."

Minoru slumped, "Thirty? But I was aiming for the fifties."

Iruka chuckled, "Close, you got the medium sized one and the big one. So thirty points."

Minoru sighed.

"Two red."

Two more darts went flying and hit the plywood.

Iruka took the darts out and chuckled, "Minus five."

"What?"

"You hit a big blue one instead of a red one."

Minoru made a frustrated sound.

"Two blue."

Another pair of darts went flying, and hit the plywood.

"Good, you got a small one, and a medium one. One hundred and five points."

Minoru grinned.

"Two red."

Minoru took out two darts and froze.

Iruka furrowed a brow, "Minoru-kun?"

Minoru looked towards the house and smiled as he darted into the house.

"Minoru-kun?" Iruka followed his son down the hall and froze.

Minoru latched onto a very tired looking Kakashi who knelt down to meet his hug, picking him up as he stood back up, "Kakashi-dad is home!"

Kakashi hugged his son who felt as if he grew a few inches. He smiled as arms tightened around him, "I'm back, Minoru-kun."

"I missed you, Kakashi-dad," Minoru pulled away, smiling, "Did you bring me back something?"

Kakashi chuckled and dug into his pouch, "Actually," he pulled out a medium sized box, "I did."

"Chocolates!" Minoru said cheerfully and laughed as Kakashi set him back down, "I'm glad you're back home, Kakashi-dad."

Kakashi slipped off his mask and smiled, "Me too."

Minoru walked to Iruka who was still frozen in place, "Iru-dad, can I eat these?"

Iruka snapped out of his trance and looked down, confused, and nodded, "Yeah."

Minoru beamed, "Yeah!" he rushed down the hall, to his bedroom.

Kakashi sighed and looked at the younger man, "Iruka."

Iruka felt his heart skip a beat before he rushed to his husband, and wrapped his arms around the older man's neck, nearly making Kakashi lose his balance as he buried his face into the covered neck.

Kakashi wrapped his arms around his husband, holding him close and tight, holding the man that he missed so much, "Iruka," he said softly, leaning his head against the brunette's.

"I missed you," Iruka managed to say, "I missed you so much," he said softly, "Oh, Kakashi, I'm so glad you're back home."

Kakashi sighed and held his husband closer, "I'm glad I'm home too, Ruru," he buried his face into the younger man's neck.

Iruka felt the older man pull away, making him loosen his grip. A half-gloved hand cupped his jaw and soft lips sealed over his in a tender kiss that soon turned passionate as they tasted each other, trying to make up for the lost time between them. He threaded his fingers into the silver locks, undoing the hitai ate in the process, and pulled his husband closer, the man that he missed so much, the man that his heart and body longed for.

They broke the kiss when they felt smaller hands push them. Blushing, they looked down and found Minoru grinning at them as he pushed harder, directing them down the hall.

"Minoru-kun –."

"You two haven't seen each other in nearly five months," he explained and pushed them down the hall towards their bedroom, "Meaning you have five months to make up for," he grinned and gave one last shove and pushed them into the bedroom, "I can take care of myself for an hour or so." He grinned and shut the door.

Iruka's blush reached his ears, and looked at the door in disbelief. A soft chuckled escaped his throat and he shook his head, "That son of ours…," he heard a thump and a pale hand cupped his jaw, directing him into another hungry kiss. He felt an arm wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, moaning as the older man's hot tongue delved into his mouth.

Kakashi snaked his hands into the younger man's shirt, feeling the smooth skin under his palms. He groaned, pulled the younger man by the small of his back, and rocked against him.

Iruka broke the kiss with a gasp, shivered as he felt the older man's clothed arousal grind against his own. Lips claimed his own again, only giving him a chance to breathe as Kakashi walked backwards. He moved his hands to unzip the older man's flak jacket, letting it slip off and drop to the floor with a light thud, before snaking his hands into the dark jersey, groaning when his hands came into contact with more clothes rather than skin.

Kakashi broke the kiss and tugged off the younger man's shirt, the hair tie coming undone. And he noticed that the chocolate hair looked longer. He smiled and combed his fingers into the soft strands, his smile widening when the younger man leaned into the touch much like a cat. He claimed the parted lips again, tasting the younger man. He pulled away, giving Iruka room to tug off his dirty jersey along with the tank he wore underneath.

Iruka scanned the pale skin for injuries as he let himself be maneuvered to the bed, his back meeting the mattress as lips began to kiss and nip at his neck, moaning as the hot tongue traced his jaw, "'Kashi," he breathed, "A-are you hurt?"

Kakashi smiled and shook his head, "No," he whispered and locked their lips in a heated kiss, his hands tugging down the younger man's pants, freeing his husband's erection. He growled as the hardened member nudged his stomach. He needed his husband; not only for the sexual edge, but that he felt the need to reacquaint himself with him, to make up for lost time. His body needed to make up for the time they were apart, "I missed you," he said breathlessly, completely relieving his husband of the last article of clothing, growling as tan legs spread invitingly for him, "I missed you so much, Ruru."

Iruka smiled and pulled his husband for another searing kiss, "I missed you."

"Five months," he groaned, and undid his own pants, eyes hungrily roaming over tan skin.

Iruka gave a frustrated sigh, "Don't remind me," he groaned.

Kakashi kicked off his pants and situated himself in between the parted thighs, moaning as their erections grinded against each other, "Ruru," he groaned, their hips rocking against each other.

Iruka gasped, his body flushing at the touches he missed so much. He felt the older man lean over to the nightstand and grab the tube of lube; he took the opportunity to lick the pale neck in front of him, earning him a low moan from his husband. He gasped when he felt slick fingers trace his entrance; he choked back a moan as a finger pushed in.

Kakashi leaned down and swiped his tongue over a dark nipple, teasing it into a nub as another finger joined the first. He heard the younger man choke back a whimper, "Ruru…"

Iruka panted for air, It's been too long…he gasped as the fingers crocked and pressed against his prostate, "Oh, 'Kashi," he gave a low moan as the finger slowly pumped into him, preparing him for something bigger. He groaned when third finger joined and they massaged his prostate. He rocked his hips, meeting the fingers' rhythm, "Ka-Kakashi," he choked, his hands gripping on the pale shoulders.

Kakashi smiled and kissed a scarred cheek before tracing the horizontal scar with the tip of his tongue, the half lidded chocolate eyes fluttering close. He withdrew his fingers, earning him a groan as he slicked his own aching member.

Iruka's hips bucked as he felt Kakashi's erection nudge his entrance, "'Kashi," he breathed. Pale hands spreading his thighs wider, smoothing over his inner thigh and following the curve to his hips as the older man slowly pushed in.

Kakashi choked on a moan as his husband's heat enveloped him, using every ounce of self control to not pound into his husband. He knew it's been five months, it's been too long, and he didn't want to hurt the younger man.

Iruka moaned as he felt the pale hips meet his, the dull pain fading as he adjusted to the sensation. He missed this, oh, how he missed this. He pulled the older man down for a hot kiss and slowly rocked his hips.

Kakashi groaned, pulling away from the kiss as he began to thrust into his husband, tan legs wrapping around his waist, urging him for more. Their rhythm turned heated, tan hands pulling him closer, "Iruka," he panted, his lips brushing against the other pair.

Iruka panted for air as each thrust met his prostate, "Oh god, Kakashi," he moaned, arching his back as a pulse ran through him caused by the tenderness and passion of their love making, even through their heated rhythm.

Kakashi leaned back and drove faster into the tan body, taking a tan leg and hooking it over his shoulder, and felt himself slide in even deeper. He moan low in his throat and quickened his thrust, his hands on the tan hips as they rocked against him before wrapping an arm around the younger man's waist, lifting the tan hips and changing their angles, making Iruka slap a hand over his mouth to keep from crying out, "Iruka…Ruru," he leaned down, the tan leg on his shoulder slipping back to his waist, "Ruru."

Iruka pulled his husband down, locking their lips in a passionate kiss. They broke the kiss, breathless as Kakashi's nose bumped against his cheek with the rhythm, "Kakashi," he said between a moan and a whimper, feeling the tightness in his stomach.

"Iruka," Kakashi whispered, rolling his hips, making the younger man gasp as the sobbing member in between them got the friction it desired, "I love you…," he kissed the parted lips, "I love you, Iruka."

Iruka gasped his back arching off the bed, his legs tightening around the older man as he came, hard, in between them, his hot seed smearing on their stomachs.

Kakashi splayed his hands on the younger man's flanks as the torso arched off the bed, the resulting contraction pushing him off the edge, making him falter in his rhythm, making his breath hitch with a gasp as his orgasm claimed him. He spilled his seed deep inside the tan body, rolling his hips against the tan pair, "Iruka," he said breathlessly, collapsing on top of the younger man. He felt arms wrap around him and hold his close.

Iruka threaded his fingers into the silver hair, leaning his head against the silver head, "I love you," he whispered and tightened his hold around his husband, "Oh, Kakashi, I'm so glad you're back home."

Kakashi smiled and shifted, slowly pulling out of his husband and rolled them other, pulling the younger man on top of him, kissing the tan neck, "Make love to me, Ruru," he whispered against skin, threading his fingers into the chocolate strands.

Iruka shivered as the words alone made his member twitch back to life, "Kakashi…"

Kakashi smiled and reached out for the tube of lube and handed it to his husband.

Iruka smiled fondly at his husband, smoothing his hand over pale skin, and leaned down to lock their lips in tender kiss, shivering as pale legs parted, an inner thigh rubbing against his flank. He pulled away, leaning back as his eyes roamed over pale skin, trying to calm himself. Trying not to think that it has been five months. He splayed a hand over the older man's navel, just above the hardening member, feeling the pale skin break out into goose bumps. He slicked his fingers and leaned down to give a sensitive, pink nipple a lick, lightly blowing on it, smiling as the older man's torso arched towards him.

Kakashi rocked his hips as he felt a slick finger trace his entrance before slowly pushing in, "Iruka," he breathed, groaning as the hot tongue traced a sensitive scar. He gasped when two fingers began to massage his prostate, "Gods, Iruka," he whispered, panting for air as the fingers began to pump into him, stroking his prostate as they did so.

Iruka smoothed his palm over a milky inner thigh, spreading them wider as he began to scissor his fingers. The pale hips rocked harder against his intruding fingers.

"Iruka," Kakashi managed, "Hu-hurry," he felt himself blush under his already flushed face at the desperate sound of his voice.

Iruka smiled and planted a soft kiss on the older man's parted lips as he withdrew his fingers and slicked his own throbbing member. He positioned himself and slowly began to push in, groaning as the tight heat seemed to suck him in, "Oh g-god -," he choked.

Kakashi choked on a moan as hips met his, and he rocked against them, not being able to wait. The younger man complied and began a steady rhythm, and he felt an arm wrap around his waist and lift him and he found himself on Iruka's lap, rocking his hips, riding his husband as he wrapped his arms around the younger man's neck, "Oh, Ruru…Ruru," he said between pants of air.

Iruka shifted his hips and rocked against his husband's downward thrust, locking his lips over the older man's and swallowing his cry of pleasure. He planted his hands on the older man's sharp hips and noticed that he had lost some weight. He followed the curve to his husband's firm butt cheeks, and began to knead them, spreading them. He moaned when he felt himself slide in deeper, and began to kiss and suck on the pale throat in front of him. He kissed above the thundering pulse and nibbled on the earlobe. He felt Kakashi drop his head onto his shoulder, and his hot breath ghost along his skin as the older man's rocker faster against him. He brought a hand up to cup his husband's jaw and directed the flushed, panting older man to a sweet kiss that turned heated with every breath. He dropped his hand in between them and took hold on the older man's sobbing erection, as his other arm wrapped around the slender waist.

Kakashi moaned and leaned back, bracing himself on his arms as he lifted his knees and thrust up into the warm hand stroking his aching member. He lolled his head to one shoulder, panting and gasping for air, "Iruka, s-so good."

Iruka leaned forward and kissed a pink nipple as his arm pulled his husband closer, changing their angle.

Kakashi's breath hitched as he choked on a cry of pleasure, his arms giving out and his back nearly met the bed as he came, hard, spilling his hot seeds onto his stomach. His back gently met the bed as Iruka continued to thrust into him, faltering in his rhythm as he came inside of him. He pleasantly shuddered as he felt the hot seed fill him and the tan hips roll against his through his shuddering orgasm.

Iruka braced himself on his elbows as he looked down at his sated husband, mismatched eyes sliding closed, and a sated smile on his flushed face. He smiled and combed his fingers through the silver locks, "Are you alright?" he asked softly.

Kakashi nodded, and opened his eyes, "Just tired, Ruru."

Iruka sighed and kissed the scarred cheek, "Think you can handle a shower?"

Kakashi slowly nodded and Iruka climbed off of him and helped him up. They got into the shower and Kakashi almost collapsed on Iruka a couple of times, but the shower felt good. It felt refreshing. And it felt even better as warm tan hands washed him clean. Kakashi managed to gather himself enough to give Iruka a chance to shower as well before they got out and let Iruka towel them dry.

Iruka tied a towel around the older man's slender waist a kissed a pale cheek, "Give me a chance to change the sheets?"

Kakashi nodded and leaned against the wall. His body felt ready to crash, especially now that he got both the sexual and mission edge off.

Iruka quickly changed the soiled sheets before moving back to the older man that was ready to collapse, "Come on, love," he helped Kakashi slip under the covers before he took off the damp towel from the slender waist, and pulled the covers over him. He brushed away the silver bangs from the pale forehead and leaned down to kiss it, "Rest now, Love."

Kakashi nodded and rolled onto his side, closer to Iruka as he gave in to his exhaustion.

Iruka threaded his finger into the silver hair, feeling the older man relax into deeper sleep under the gesture. He gave an exposed temple a soft kiss before walking to the dresser and redressed and threw the dirty uniform and clothes into the hamper, before walking out of the bedroom, letting the door shut close with a soft click. He heard that the TV was on from down the hall and smiled and walked to the living room where he found Minoru on the couch watching TV. Dark blue eyes turned to him as his son grinned.

"How's Kakashi-dad?"

"He's resting right now," he smiled and joined his son on the couch.

"And…how about you?" Minoru asked, turning to his dad.

Iruka smiled, a genuine smile, "Better."

Minoru smiled and leaned against his dad, an arm wrapping around his shoulders, "Good."

Iruka chuckled when he remembered what Minoru did earlier. Sometimes his son surprised him. A smile graced his lips knowing that Kakashi was back home, safe and sound. And that feeling, the tinge of fear that he felt when four months slowly turned into five, that fear that slowly overcame him, the fear that he never got used to, was gone.

AN: This won't be long, it'll probably end up being five chapters, maybe six. Hopefully, I'm not moving things too quickly. Hm.