Hey folks!

It's been a while. Four years, a degree, two moves, a stolen traffic cone, a real sword fight and the loss of one computer later, I'm back! As Kakashi would say; Sorry I'm late, I got lost on the road of life... But I'm here now, and i have an update! Enjoy :)

KAKASHI'S POV

I stepped from the cool shower that had served to calm my body after I got back from Iruka's. Kissing him had wound me tighter than a spring. I almost regretted leaving, but I knew that more than that kiss would have been too far for Iruka. As much as I had wanted to continue, to pick him up and carry him up to his bedroom, I didn't want him to push me away and run in the opposite direction. I wanted to win him, and forcing him into awkward situations wasn't the way to do it.

I grabbed a towel from the counter and rubbed my hair and face, keeping my sharingan eye shut as it expended far too much energy to keep it open most of the time, then wrapped the towel around my waist. I brushed my fingers through my hair, tousling it into it's usual unruly style. Still I thought about the chunine, remembering the kisses we had shared. Even before the first, I had noticed him, but I had never alowed myself to think about the possibility of wanting him. That had all changed the night he practically threw himself at me. After that I couldn't deny that I wanted, almost craved him. I began winding him up more than usual, seeing him more often. Soon we were quite close, but I wanted more.

I moved to the mirror at the counter and studied my reflection for a few seconds. I wondered if iruka might find me attractive. Judging from the drop in his jaw earlier, I was either devastatingly handsome to him, or horrifyingly ugly. I'd like to think the former was true but I was sure iruka would deny it till he was blue in the face.

Even as a child I hid my face, yet revealing it to Iruka had been much easier than I had expected. I picked up my leaf headband and after securing it around my head tilted it to position it over my sharingan.

I padded barefoot into my room to find boxers to wear for bed. As I reached for the draw I saw the book on my bedside table that I'd borrowed from Iruka recently. I had meant to give it him earlier today but hadnt bothered to stop by on the way to his to pick it up. I stared at it for all of five seconds before I decided to take it to him, despite the lateness of the evening. I pulled on fresh clothes. I didn't rush but I wanted to. I opened one last draw, pulling out a mask; I scrunched it down pulling it open to fit it over my head without catching my headband. I tugged it into place and picked up the book, then walked downstairs, grabbing my key. After locking the front door, I slipped the book into my pocket and started toward Iruka's.

It took alot less time than I expected, even though I had made sure to check my step and not rush. I didn't want to allow myself to be too eager to see him. I reached his front door and rapped my knuckles on the wood, hoping he had not already gone to bed. It almost seemed silly to come all the way back to return a book, but I couldn't help myself. After a moment without answer, I knocked again. The lights were on so I guessed that he was still awake at least. I heard Iruka's voice from inside, though It was muffled, and then the door was opening. "Did you forget something? It's freezing!" I couldn't see him because he was stood behind the door. "Its not that bad" I stepped inside "I thought I ought to return that book before-" I turned to look at him and my body froze "- I forget.." I trailed off. I kept my eyes on his face. He looked straight back at me, damp hair hanging round his face, framing his cheeks. A couple of small drops of water fell from the ends, landing on his collarbone before before trailing down. Abruptly he turned from me, averting his gaze as he shut the door. I saw a distinct red tint to his cheeks and I wanted to reach for him.

I imagined myself moving forward, pressing him against the door even as I pressed my lips against his. I could almost feel the warmth of his cheeks as I cupped one in my hand; the goosebumps on his skin as I ran the other down his side and up his back to draw him closer still. The taste of his skin as I leaned in-

"Kakashi?"

My train of thought halted abruptly when I realised he had been talking while I mentally ravished him. I gulped audibly, realising I'd been staring at his collarbone the whole time...

"Sorry what did you say?" I asked, glad that my voice didn't sound horse. Or worse, like I might attack him. "I said, would you like some tea? Considering you came all the way back" He was already moving past me to head to the kitchen anyway so instead of answering I just followed him, taking the opportunity to appreciate his towel covered ass. He set the water to boil and opened a cupboard to fetch tea out, busily asking me to grab a tray when he turned, cups and tea bags in hand. I obeyed silently again, for fear that if I opened my mouth i might demand he dropped the towel. I usually joked with him about such things... But then, he was usually fully clothed, no skin on show to torment me. I placed the tray on the counter, trying to look anywhere but his naked torso. The cups were placed neatly on the tray, a bag in each rather than the leaves and teapot that he usually used.

I glanced up to find Iruka looking directly at me. I swallowed hard and he looked away quickly, blushing again. I started to step toward him and caught myself, moving back again.

"You could have waited until tomorrow to bring it back, it's cold out, idiot" He admonished lightly.

"I didn't want to forget, besides the cold doesn't get to me like you. You're delicate." I replied smiling behind my mask as I teased him.

"I'm not delicate! Only idiots don't catch colds" He looked indignant, puffing up his chest a little as he shot me a glare. His temper never ceased to entertain me. A light pink still stained his cheeks and as I looked at him I couldn't help but want to kiss him again. I moved forward until I stood in front of him, a breath between us.

"Kakashi -" He took a step back but I closed the distance again. "I'm sorry, I can't help myself" I lifted my hand to the back of his head as I pulled my mask down with the other hand, and pressed our lips together briefly. He made a small sound of shock and I pecked his lips again. Not moving my lips from his fully I pressed them against his once more firmly before kissing him fully. I ran my tongue along his bottom lip before sliding it briefly into his mouth. As he made another sound in his throat I felt his hand on my back. Unable to stop myself I pressed him against the counter. He moaned and I felt his hand move upwards "Ka-Kakashi.." "Shh" I urged him, not wanting the moment to end just yet. I took his lips again with mine and he responded, biting my lip before sliding his tongue this time into my mouth. The kiss was exquisitely torturous. My body responded to his so keenly, I felt like I might catch fire. I moved both hands to his hips and palmed them for a moment before lifting him lightly onto the counter. He made a sound of surprise and I swallowed it as I kneaded my lips more intently against his.

Iruka pulled away "Kakashi I- ahnn" I cut him off, gently sinking my teeth into his neck. I felt the shiver that stole through him and barely managed to bite back a groan, though I couldn't stay my hand as it skimmed up his side, my thumb grazing over his beaded nipple. He hissed in a breath and I slowly opened my eyes, willing myself under control. His eyes were heavy lidded, his moistened lips slightly swollen and his cheeks tinged pink with arousal. I didn't have to look down to know the towel around his waist was pitched tight. With strength I didn't know I had, I moved my hands from him, settling them on the counter on either side of his hips and gently leaned my forehead against his.

"Kakashi?" He questioned breathlessly, his brow furrowing slightly. "You undo me Iruka..." I whispered, fighting the urge to continue ravaging him. He blushed more deeply and wiggled forward on the counter to get down. "I don't understand, you really-" He stopped, his back going ramrod straight, his eyes suddenly like saucers "Oh my- I - I - I'm so EMBARRASSED" He shoved me back and shot off the counter, making a beeline for his room, holding tightly onto his towel and mumbling to himself "...Almost naked... Making out ...horny teenager..oh god.." He vanished around the corner before I could even call him back.

Left in the silence I leaned back against the kitchen side, a smile slowly spreading across my face. Damn, but that chunin really was adorable. The kettle began whistling in high pitched earnest and I chuckled to myself that I couldn't even hold on for the time it took for the damn thing to boil before I put my hands all over Iruka. I turned off the gas and picked up the kettle, placing it on a trivet on the side. I pulled my mask back into place. I wanted to wait for Iruka to come out of the bedroom, but right now I couldn't trust myself to behave when he did. I hunted around for a piece of paper and a pen, quickly writing him a note and placing it beside the kettle, with the borrowed book, before quietly closing the door behind me as I left.

I have another chapter almost written up, so if anyone wants it uploading, I'm more than happy to oblige! ^.^