el'ow freaks (just to be clear, that's not an insult, not coming from me)
So starts the bonus chapters.
This one's a little more serious as I realized there was one more loose end to tie up, that being Kakashi and Iruka's previous relationship. So it's not much of a lemon, but I think it's enjoyable none the less.
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Kakashi heaved a sigh of relief as he landed on a huge oak tree that stood at the edge of the clearing that held a now familiar blue house.
It was hard to believe that a mere three months ago this place wouldn't have even made him pause for a moment more than it would take to wonder who owned such a place and who kept the garden, before heading on for a destination farther in the village.
Now, Kakashi not only knew that the person who lived there and kept the garden were one and the same, but the little blue cottage was more frequently his after mission destination, instead of Iruka's small apartment.
The chuunin himself hardly ever went back to the small city dwelling anymore and if Ibiki had his way Iruka would soon take up permanent residence in the Jounin's home. Kakashi had to admit, knowing there was someone in the village to always be there for Iruka was a wonderful thing. Even if he still felt a bit jealous of the bigger man he knew he could trust Ibiki with Iruka's welfare – both physical and mental.
The past had shown he shouldn't be trusted with the latter.
Kakashi shook his head, trying to push out the dark thoughts as they turned down the familiar path of regret and guilt. He'd gone there many times, and he would do so again, revisiting just how stupid he had been for breaking Iruka's trust and how lucky he was that Iruka had given him another chance. When the younger man could have so easily just taken Ibiki. Kakashi acknowledged that it would have been what he deserved, that he had been selfish to pursue Iruka again after everything he'd ever put the other man through. Even during their friendship Kakashi knew he hadn't been the best of friends very often, and had taken the work and care Iruka always gave him for granted.
Often Kakashi wondered just why Iruka had done it, let him back in, given him the chance he had asked for – goodness knows they were far from single digits when it came to all the times Iruka had forgiven him – and often Kakashi wondered whether it had been the right one on the Chuunin's behalf.
Kakashi only knew he would try to make it so, it was the least he could do in face of the debts he owed the younger man.
Shaking his head again Kakashi tried to push off the gloom gathering in his chest as he walking up the worn wood deck in the low, quickly dimming light. He knew he had to get the regret and self-loathing off his face before he went inside or Iruka and Ibiki would read it like a billboard.
The gloved hand paused on the small handle of the sliding porch door, thoughts of guilt still filling the Jounin's mind. Maybe he should just go home tonight. He wasn't injured, just tired and hungry, but he could take care of himself at his studio apartment. It was late, well past ten, Iruka and Ibiki had probably already settled down for the evening. Going in now meant he would make them drop what they were doing to care for him. That was selfish, he should just go home-
"Kakashi?"
The glass slid away from under his hand and Kakashi found himself looking up into concerned brown eyes.
"You ok?"
Cautiously Iruka moved a hand to touch Kakashi's cloth covered cheek before slowly pulling the mask down the pale face. Kakashi let him, the grey eye never leaving the deep brown ones, knowing if he did he wouldn't be able to tear his gaze away from the three fingered hands, or the new scars that lined Iruka's face.
"Kashi?"
Kakashi blinked then forced himself to smile. "Maa, I'm fine, Iruka. Just thinking."
Iruka frowned but let it slide as he tugged the older man into the house. The action reminded Kakashi of why he had been standing outside in the first place.
"No." Kakashi coughed when Iruka have him an unreadable look as he tried to back out of the door again. "It's fine Iruka, I can go home. I shouldn't have interrupted yours and Ibiki's evening"
Iruka's expression turned to one of amused disbelief. "This is home, Kakashi. And Ibiki's not here tonight so you're not 'interrupting' anything. Though you know we really don't mind when you do"
The sly smile and silky tone Iruka used told Kakashi the younger man was defiantly not talking about reading. A shudder ran through his body, but he forced down the urges. He was not going to be as selfish as to ask Iruka for sex.
Iruka didn't notice, just pressed Kakashi down onto a pillow in front of the table before gliding to the kitchen where he began pulling out leftover containers from the fridge. Kakashi slumped down on the table, dark eye never leaving the small man as he waited, knowing from experience now that he was here Iruka wouldn't let him go anywhere until he was sure he was fine.
"So, where is Ibiki?" a quick glance around the room had proved Iruka earlier comment to be true and the big Jounin was nowhere in sight. Iruka hummed as he threw rice and something that looked like chicken stir-fry into a pan.
"He's in a meeting, every month the council demands he gives a full report on the going ons at T&I. They require everyone attending show up at the same time, but never get to him till the end. Apparently they used to send Anko but she got angry and got revenge by going into detail, traumatizing the whole council and making all the civilian members faint – she's no longer allowed in the building, so Ibi has to do it"
Kakashi snickered at the mental image as Iruka moved to the table and set down a steaming hot rice bowl in front of him. Kakashi paused to nod in thanks for the food before he dropped all reserves and started shoving the wonderful smelling stir-fry into his mouth.
"So how was your week?" was mumbled around a mouthful of rice and chicken, luckily Iruka was well learned in the language of mumbles.
"Good, though my new class is well on their way to being more difficult than Naruto's class" Iruka smiled when Kakashi stopped, the pale jaw hanging open just slightly.
"You're kidding, you got to be. Nothings 'more difficult' than Naruto and Sasuke in the same room, unless Ino, Sakura and the rest are there as well. What's so bad about this bunch?"
Iruka's grin grew as he drummed his fingers on the table. "Well for starters – three Inuzuka's"*
Kakashi jaw dropped again. "Three?"
Iruka nodded, obviously enjoying the reaction, before he looked down at the now empty bowl in Kakashi's hands. "You want something else? There's strawberries, I could stew some"
Kakashi's grin faulted as he shook his head, still unable to do anything as Iruka frowned but reached over anyway to collect the dish, moving back to the kitchen to wash it while offering tea. Guilt and unease rose in Kakashi's belly and he scrambled to his feet, taking the bowl from Iruka's damaged hands before the chuunin could turn on the water.
"I can wash it Iruka, you shouldn't wait on me"
Iruka's frown deepened as he stepped out of the way to let Kakashi take the spot in front of the sink. "Kashi?"
Kakashi kept his head down as he rinsed out the bowl and set it in the drying rack. The feelings of guilt, shame and self-loathing getting deeper by the second as every past mission, every time of barging into Iruka's life because he could, every callous misuse of Iruka's care crowded his mind.
Why had he never thought about it before? The showing up at three in the morning, waking Iruka up to make the chuunin patch up things he should have gone to the hospital for. Making the younger man cook for him when it should have been obvious he'd had a tiring day and had to get up for school the next morning. Even things like taking Iruka's shower or bed had never seemed significant until he realized all the time's he must have made the other man lose sleep or run late to his classes.
And to top it all off, he'd broken Iruka's trust and the younger man's heart along with it.
A gentle hand on the small on his back drew him from his thoughts.
"Kashi?" Iruka's voice was low and soothing. "Kashi what's wrong? Did you go the memorial?"
Kakashi smiled sadly; trust Iruka to pick up on the guilt, even if he got the cause wrong. "No"
"Is this about us then?"
Kakashi froze momentarily then slowly nodded his head.
Behind him Iruka sighed sadly. "I knew this would come up sometime." When Kakashi turned slightly to give him a confused look he merely shrugged. "You're not the kind to get over past mistakes easily and we never really talked about it with everything else that was happening. Come on"
A dark hand grabbed the gloved one and calmly Iruka led the unresisting Jounin away from the kitchen and into the dark bedroom. Realizing where they were going Kakashi snapped up and tried to pull away.
"Ruka – no, you don't have to-"
"Shh" Iruka refused to let go and simply tugged back. "Your right I don't have to do anything, I want to. Lay down"
The last words were said with so much force Kakashi never thought twice about disobeying them. Sliding up into the middle of the big bed he waited as Iruka crawled up next to him and gently pulled the damp dirty shirt off, tossing it to the floor before the younger man curled into him, the damaged hands tracing teasing lines over the cool pale skin.
"I want you just lay there and let me touch. Alright?"
Swallowing hard Kakashi nodded, relaxing his head back and closing his eye. Whatever Iruka wanted to do was fine, he wouldn't fight. Iruka would never do something to hurt him, unlike his own stupid ass.
"Why do you feel guilty?"
Iruka's voice whispered soft and calm by his ear, warm breath tickling the hair there and Kakashi felt himself relaxing even more. Very few people knew he needed this, a gentle voice, the soft touches; they all helped when he was forcing himself to bare his heart. Part of this still scared him, but for Iruka he would do it.
"I'm so selfish" the words came easily, eased out by soft fingers trailing down his bare belly and the warm breath ghosting over his neck.
"Why do you think that?"
"I've always taken, just dropping into your life an expecting to be taken care of, not even thinking about the fact you have your own life. All the times you've lost sleep, been late, over extended your budget to care for me when I should have man'd up and gone to the hospital. Least the people there get paid for having to deal with me"
Saying those words out loud, to Iruka, was frightening. Iruka was finally going to realize how horrible he was, what an awful boyfriend he was – what a terrible friend he was – then there'd be no getting the younger man back.
A soft, sad chuckle came from Iruka as the smaller man pulled himself up, slender arms going to either side of the pale torso lifting the lithe body over top of Kakashi. "I'm guessing Tenzo fits into this as well?"
Kakashi let the air in his lungs out in a painful sigh. "I broke your trust, then I turn around and –"
A sharp gasp cut off the rest of the words as Kakashi felt cold air hit the lower half of his body. Iruka's expression remand blank as he tossed the Jounin pants and Kakashi's underwear to the floor before moving to straddle the now naked Jounin.
"Ru-koi-wha-?"
A soft pair of lips sealed themselves over Kakashi's cutting off all words. Iruka took a moment to lick the pale skin under his mouth before drawing back and trailing his hands down the long body. "Kashi, I want you to stay still, let me touch and just listen. Clear?"
Kakashi nodded dumbly, watching as Iruka smiled and slowly began removing his cloths, piece by piece. When the last garment was gone Iruka reached over and pulled the lube from the bedside table, tossing it lazily to the side before he went back to gently touching the pale body. The slender fingers tracing trails down toned abs and legs while the hot little mouth sucked and licked at the pale neck and chest.
Kakashi's breathing quickly increased, his cock thickening while his body grew warm at the attention. A big part of him wanted to pull the smaller man down on the sheets and return the affection until he had Iruka squirming on the bedspread, but he'd promised to lay still, something that was quickly becoming extremely hard.
"First off" Iruka traced a line back up the long neck, murmuring the words against the heated skin as he went. "Being selfish is to be human, but as far as it goes, your case makes sense. You've lost so much, given up so much, why wouldn't you hold tight to the things you do have? And as for everything else – feeding you, sewing you back together, forcing poison out of your blood even though we both knew you should have gotten a medic. Letting you take over my bed and my whole house in general – what makes you think you were getting that against my will?"
Iruka paused and straightened up to grin down at the older man. "If I hadn't wanted you in my house I would have sent you out the window. The things you 'took' were freely offered. And think of this – I opened my door and my heart to Naruto when I got repaid with pranks, new paint jobs and smashed doors, so why would I toss you out?"
Kakashi frowned while trying to fight a grin at the mental image. "I don't really repay you either, with destruction or other ways"
Iruka shook his head. "I've never asked for anything and I'm never going to. I like taking care of people, Kakashi, everyone knows that."
Kakashi was about the respond, but all that came out was a surprised moan as a warm hand wrapped around his hard cock. Kakashi groaned and let his eye roll back as Iruka continued to stroke him, coating the pale shaft with lube that the Jounin had never noticed Iruka grabbing.
"And as for Tenzo" Kakashi moaned as Iruka lowered himself down on his now slick member, moving slowly so Kakashi felt every single every single twitch of the smooth muscles as they stretched around him. "It may have been your mistake, but we both were hurt for it. And as far as I'm concerned you've paid for it. Tenzo even came and apologized, telling me you'd warned everybody you were off limits"
Kakashi let out a strangled groan as Iruka began to slowly roll his hips, making just enough friction to drive him mad. Pale hands flew up to hold slender dark hips as Iruka leant down until the full lips were brushing Kakashi's cheek, warm breath making his nerves tingle as Iruka spoke.
"I'm saying this now because for some reason you retain everything said and done during sex when you forget normal conversations." The grey eye fluttered back open to take in Iruka's flushed face and wide, dilated brown eyes, before the younger man leant back down and began pressing soft kisses to the pale face between words.
"If you must know, I started to forgive you that day in the hospital when I realized you had learnt to bake sugar cookies just for me as a gift. I completely forgave you when you put your own pride aside and went to talk to Ibiki the day I threw you out, but Kashi?"
Iruka stopped moving, giving Kakashi most of his brain functions back.
"You know why it hurt so much when you cheated?"
Frowning Kakashi pondered the question. He knew why being cut off had hurt him, and it had nothing to do with the fact he'd had to go back to hospital care and raw food but-
Iruka sighed, sensing the confusion. "It's because I loved you, idiot, and I still do. Feelings like that don't just disappear."
An indescribable feeling washed over Kakashi that had nothing to do with physical pleasure. They'd been friends for years, of course they had been aware of the affection, but it somehow had been an unspoken rule that it was never expressed verbally. In hind sight it was probably Kakashi's fault as Iruka no issue saying how he felt and the refrain for the past years must have been for the Jounin's sake. But for Iruka to break the rule now – Kakashi had never realized just how wonderful mere words could be.
Kakashi lost all ability to think a moment later however when Iruka's lips sealed over his and a tongue invaded his mouth. He returned the kiss with a low moan as Iruka began to move his hips up and down, rising a little higher each time until he had Kakashi bucking into the movement. The kiss quickly became messy and desperate as Kakashi took control, slamming up into Iruka's body every time the younger man bobbed down, strained whimpers of pleasure being muffled by the kiss escaping Iruka's throat as every thrust hit his prostate dead on.
The mental and physical strain of the past few days – hell the past few weeks – finally let go, making it no surprise when Kakashi hit first. A low wolf-like howl ripped from the pale throat as the Jounin thrust in deep once more, one hand moving to wrap around Iruka's cock and stoke it as his seed filled the younger man.
Iruka let out a loud keen at the action before coming hard over the pale stomach and hand. A low rumble coming from deep in Kakashi's throat as he watched through hooded eyes, the sharingan open and recording the scene for some cold mission night in the future.
Kakashi stopped Iruka's downward descent when the younger man began to slump forward and shifted him so he landed in a small heap next to the long body. Kakashi smiled and leant over, pressing a kiss into Iruka's hair before getting up and wondering to the bathroom to clean himself off.
Iruka was already mostly asleep when he returned, but still hummed contentedly when Kakashi settled down next to him and pulled the smaller man into his arms. Iruka's weight settling nicely against his chest as the younger man sighed.
"Kash'?" the nick name was slurred but made Kakashi smile none the less as he hummed in reply.
"You kn'w that for the p'st five years, someone's been leaving presents for me around the hous', and he should kn'w I really like it"
Kakashi nearly started in shock as he looked down at the man in his arms, Iruka's breathing already even and low in sleep. Smiling in amazement Kakashi sighed and let Iruka's gentle breathing lull him to sleep.
He woke later when a muttering Ibiki entered the room, still cursing the elders and the council when he stopped at the sight of the two curled in his bed. Kakashi could only offer the big man a weak smile, surprised when it was returned with a grin as Ibiki stripped and crawled in behind him, the big arms reaching out to curl around the both of them, pulling Kakashi's back flush against the huge torso while the big hands stroked over Iruka's stomach gently.
"Welcome home" Kakashi blinked in surprise at the words as Ibiki settled down, chin resting lightly on top of the silver crowned head as the Interrogator too dropped off to sleep. Kakashi remained awake, suppressing laughter as the truth finally dawned on him.
He really was an idiotic genius – and he couldn't have been happier.
*sappy preen* If I may toot my own whistle, I love the ending.
well, there's the first Bonus Chapter! the other ones are better, I promise.
I actually meant have this up yesterday, but forgot *blushes* sorry. I'll put the next one up soon.
you don't have to review, but its always appreciated. Cheers!