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Iruka was busy searching through the shelf when Genma entered the mission room.
"Oh, Iruka! Congratulations!" he cried in unnecessarily loud voice. "Good luck, family man."
Iruka immediately forgot what he was looking for. He closed the shelf and turned to Genma.
"What do you mean by that?"
However, he didn't have a chance to hear any answer. Hokage, who just at that moment passed by Iruka's side, slapped his back in a friendly manner.
"Iruka-sensei you are really here? How's family life?"
Because of the slap, Iruka almost fell on his face, but at the last second managed to straighten himself.
"What?" he croaked, feeling amazingly stupid.
"Don't be shy, we already know," Izumo waved to him from the nearest desk. "My blessings."
Iruka stood there, blinking at his hokage, colleagues and friends in disbelief.
They all were smiling at him. He thought it looked rather creepy.
Congratulations were flowing from all possible directions.
Iruka felt dizzy. What did it all mean?
How could this be?
How would they know, anyway?
"Thank you very much?" Iruka mumbled, trying to comprehend if he is dreaming again. "Since when do you all know?"
Genma gave him a broad sweet smile.
"Since the day before yesterday."
Iruka frowned.
He'll have to see about 'the day before yesterday'. Someone will pay for this.
Nevertheless, when could that silver-haired genius manage to inform everybody?
By all odds, the day before yesterday he couldn't be sure he and Iruka will end up together. To be honest, Iruka didn't think he could be sure even today!
On the other hand, maybe he could?
Iruka sighed and forced his repressed brain to make some practical work.
He remembered there was a saying that people, who stick together as partners, have to be similar type. Therefore, it was Iruka's obligation now to think like some genius would!
He pulled a huge carton box from under his table and took a black marker. On the side of the box, he wrote 'FOR PRESENTS' and put it in front of his desk.
"Yes, thank you very much, everyone! Then, really, if you already know about everything, don't hesitate to congratulate," he announced in a dull voice, gesturing at the empty box. "Our new family would highly appreciate it."
Miraculously, in a minute there were no unnecessary people inside the mission room.
Iruka smirked. Yes, he could be a very practical bitch.
Especially when he was angry, and his head ached.
He didn't really understand what they all thought they knew, or, rather, what they were told by certain someone, but it didn't matter now. He could always ask when he comes home. If there will be anyone to ask, by the way.
Iruka wondered why he was so uncertain about Hatake Kakashi. No, it was not about Hatake Kakashi. It was about his Kakashi.
Maybe because of the habit of being alone?
Or because it looked too good to be true?
On the other hand, Iruka wanted this happiness. If it comes to him, he'd better not let it slip away through his fingers.
Although, he wasn't going to press an unwilling Kakashi either.
Iruka shook his aching head frantically.
Why was it so difficult?
Why were normal people taking it as a given, while he was simply shocked it was possible at all?
In the evening, Iruka's big present-box was full of different things.
Iruka didn't expect it.
The box was so heavy he had no other choice but to create a clone. He and his clone carried the box home together, and still it felt pretty heavy.
It must be because of that huge motor Genma pushed inside. Iruka had no idea what they could do with that thing, but he couldn't throw away a present.
As soon as Iruka and his clone entered Iruka's apartment, they carefully put the heavy box down. Iruka closed his eyes and listened. There were strange sounds coming from the kitchen again, as well as the wonderful smell of something delicious in the air.
Iruka opened his eyes and looked at his clone. His clone shrugged and fished out a kunai.
Together, they went to the kitchen. In the kitchen, there was the silver-haired jounin. Afresh.
It felt like déjà vu and Iruka's heart skipped a beat.
"I'm home," Iruka said and slowly walked closer to Kakashi to see what he was doing.
His clone hid the kunai and mimicked Iruka's moves, coming to the jounin from the other side.
"Welcome home," Kakashi mumbled absent-mindedly, fully concentrated on the dish he was currently stirring in the frying pan.
"You can cook?" Iruka was quite surprised.
"What are you making?" Iruka's clone asked and leaned to the stove to smell the food.
Kakashi almost jumped. He looked to the left at the clone, then to the right - at real Iruka, and narrowed his mismatched eyes.
Iruka felt thrilled he managed to impress the jounin.
Meanwhile, Kakashi switched the stove off and covered the frying pan with the lid. After that, he turned to Irukas and half embraced them both around the waists. He tugged them closer and, with insistent pushes of his palms, forced them to press their bodies into his sides.
"I prepared dinner for us, but I didn't expect there will be two of you." He planted a short, but affectionate, kiss on Iruka's cheek, and immediately repeated the procedure with the clone. "However, the more the merrier," he murmured, groping both Irukas' butts at the same time.
Irukas jumped and squeaked simultaneously.
"I created him for a reason," the real Iruka said, glaring at his blushing clone. In his opinion, this clone definitely enjoyed himself too much. "He helped me to carry a heavy box here."
"I like it, let him stay," Kakashi's hands continued to wonder along both Irukas' bodies, caressing them fervently.
"No way, why should I?" Iruka muttered darkly and pouted.
Kakashi looked at him with a smirk.
"Are you, maybe, jealous?" he wondered in a voice full of teasing. "Of yourself?"
Iruka bit his lower lip and averted his eyes.
He dreamed of a clone-play before. Although, it was not his, but Kakashi's clone, who was participating in it. Kakashi definitively saw that last dream, too, and was now mocking Iruka on purpose.
Indeed, soon enough Kakashi took his hand off the real Iruka and embraced his clone with both hands.
Iruka's clone didn't hesitate to embrace him back. Moreover, they began to make out in front of Iruka.
For a short time Iruka patiently watched them grinding into each other and passionately kissing each other's lips, and then his blood began to boil. With a low growl, he put his palms together and got rid of the clone.
Immediately, the clone's memory-streak invaded his brain. He was expecting it and managed to swallow the moan of pleasure.
Hands on his hips, Kakashi stood in front of Iruka and watched him closely.
Iruka made an indifferent face. If this annoying jounin was waiting for him to run into his arms, he must be mistaken. Iruka took himself for a proud man, who won't do silly things like that.
He was jealous, yes. In addition, he felt incredibly offended. Maybe he even was close to understanding what Kakashi felt when he watched Iruka make out with virtual Kakashis in his dream.
However, he didn't want to talk about it now and decided to quickly change the topic instead.
"What did you tell hokage and the others?" Iruka narrowed his eyes at the silver-haired jounin.
"Told them we are a couple," Kakashi was smirking at him. He was well aware of Iruka's intention to lead him off the jealousy-topic.
Iruka decided to be super-stubborn.
"From the day before yesterday?"
"Quite so," Kakashi nodded nonchalantly and his smirk transformed into a smile. No way was Iruka buying that!
"But the day before yesterday you couldn't be sure about us becoming a couple."
"Oh yes I could."
Iruka swallowed several strong swearwords and only made big eyes.
"Aren't you overconfident?" he wondered sarcastically.
"I don't think so," the silver-haired jounin's smile widened.
"I hate you!" Iruka couldn't help that emotional cry.
Kakashi shook his head disapprovingly.
"These should be other words, naughty bunny."
"Hate you," Iruka repeated stubbornly.
"Think a bit, and try to say it again."
Kakashi made a step forward.
Iruka made a step back and hissed almost inaudibly.
"I. Hate. You."
The next moment he found himself pressed into the nearest wall by the jounin's hot body.
Kakashi gave Iruka a strange glare.
"It's not like I'm a man who jumps into random relationships and takes all he can take in the first seconds," he said slowly. "It only happened with you because with your dreams, where I already was your partner, it was easy to believe we can move forward until the very end without pauses or breaks. Of course, I want to court you. I want to take you to romantic dates and buy you flowers and chocolates. I want to secretly hold your hand in public places. I want to ask your permission to give you a first real kiss. I want you to be completely ready for our relationship. But you see, we skipped more than several steps. And I'm not going to move back. I like you and want you the way you are. With your dreams, or without them, you are my Iruka. I'm quite sure I won't find another one like you. So, please, don't say you hate me while staring at me with these eyes full of passion and love. Tell me the truth."
Iruka felt the treacherous tears fill his eyes. Quickly, he entwined his hands around Kakashi's neck. His lips close to the jounin's ear, he whispered.
"I don't know if you are a smart smooth talker, or just bluffing, but indeed, I do love you."
Kakashi hugged him back.
It felt wonderful.
Their heads moved almost synchronously, and lips met. After several minutes of heated smooches, the kiss became slow and very intimate.
Finally, Iruka leaned back at the wall.
"I'd like that courting thing you were talking about," he shared matter-of-factly, staring at the ceiling with a dreamy expression plastered all over his blushing face.
Kakashi rolled his eyes and grinned.
"Shall I also ask your permission when I want to kiss you?"
Iruka laughed and tugged him into an affectionate hug.
"No, I'm not that obstinate."
Kakashi hummed appreciatively and Iruka thought that maybe he would regret it later. However, whatever happens, he will be happy to live through it together with his silver-haired jounin.
Like in dream, like in real life.