Yo! Wolf here :) This chapter was so fun to write. I actually got caught up in the moment haha. Hope you enjoy, and here's a little something to my reviewers:

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Ding dong!

"Comming, comming!" a baritone voice answered. The person opened the door, and was greeted with two warm and familiar faces. "Iruka, Sango, I'm glad you two are here. Let me help you with that. I don't want your precious hands to deal with this back breaking labor."

"Kakashi, it's only a couple of boxes that I have to lift. You're so silly," Iruka laughed, bending over to pick up the few boxes he had with him; Sango already making herself comfortable in Kakashi's house, plopping herself on a burgundy rug in the living room. "Are you sure it's ok if we move in though? I don't want to be a pest or anything to you."

"Still as shy as the first day I met you, even after a year of dating. Of course I want you to move in. I love you dearly and I can't think of anything better than waking up next to you every morning, and sharing my life with you," Kakashi responded, grabbing the boxes out of the other's hands and ushering him inside the house and into the living room. "Wait, I lied, I can think of something better."

"What?" Iruka questioned, lowering himself down onto a plush, golden sofa, slightly miffed that Kakashi thought there was something better than him.

"You. In bed," Kakashi managed to say, instinctively ducking as the other threw one of the sofa cushions at him.

"Yea, well I'm still sore from last night, Mr. 'One more time, please.' Honestly, Kashi, I lost count after eight," Iruka huffed.

"And you lost consciousness after twelve."

"Shut up!" the school teacher yelled furiously, face flushing immediately.

"I'm not complaining," the silver haired man chuckled, holding out his hands in front of him as an act of defense.

"Pft, sure. Hey, let me help you with that. I don't want to feel useless," Iruka offered, rising from the sofa to aide his love.

"I can't have that. After all, you're still sore from last night, Mr. 'Harder Kashi, harder! Fuck me into the ground!'" the male teased, raising the pitch of his voice to imitate the other's cries of passion.

"At least I... at least I..."

"At least you what, dear?"

Iruka paused, trying to formulate a witty remark, but settled on tackling the other to the ground when he failed to do so, knocking the boxes out of his hand. He pinned the pale man's hands above his head, smiling in victory at his success.

"I never pictured you as the dominant type, 'Ruka," the trapped man stated, grinning from ear to ear, like a Cheshire cat. He quickly extended his right leg out and used it as a leverage to flip himself over, so that his weight was now pinning the younger man beneath him. Leaning in close to the teacher's ear, he whispered, "Or would you rather be the submissive one?"

He reached up to pull his navy blue mask down, and directed his lips to Iruka's ear, nibbling on it gently. The man beneath him let out a strangled gasp at the feeling of teeth scraping against his sensitive ear.

"Wait, Ka- Kashi, ah-" Iruka moaned out as the man gave a slow and teasing lick along the length of his neck. He grabbed the tan man's hips and roughly pushed his arousal against the other's, causing Iruka to moan loudly at the act. Iruka closed his eyes tightly, attempting to regain his focus and speech, but lost it when he felt a series of short, rapid licks across the side of his face. He opened his eyes in a flash to find out why there was a sudden change in his lover's behavior, but was met with a pair of mismatched eyes staring right back at him.

"Wait, if you're up there, then what the hell-" Iruka mumbled to himself, turning his head to the side, earning a long, wet, and sloppy kiss directly to his face.

"Sango!" Iruka exclaimed, laughing as the dog tickled his neck with her tongue.

"Looks like your dog just cock blocked me," Kakashi mumbled, slowly getting off of the man.

"What was that?" Iruka asked, looking up at the man while petting the dog that was currently curled up in his lap.

"Oh, it was nothing," Kakashi hastily answered, waving his hand in front of him in defense. "We should unpack those boxes," he offered, attempting to divert Iruka's attention from what he had previously said.

"But weren't you the one who just tried to- oh never mind," Iruka chuckled, placing Sango onto the floor, much to the dog's dismay, and rising from his seated position, stretching his muscles as he did so.

The two hurriedly packed away all of Iruka's personal belongings- from old photos of his family, Kakashi, Naruto, and his students, to old scrolls, text books, and even assignments. All that was left was the box full of clothes.

"I'll take care of that, Kashi." Iruka offered, scurrying off into the master bedroom with the box securely in his hands. He gently kicked the door open and placed the box on top of the emerald green sheets of the bed.

"All right, he said that the second closet was mine, and that it was located to the left of the dresser," Iruka mumbled, scanning the room. He spotted the dark brown, wooden dresser, noting how the intricate designs that were engraved within the glossy surface enhanced the golden hinges and knobs. A large mirror was centered between duel wooden columns, each holding four levels of shelves filled with various colognes and after shaves. He turned his focus to the left, and found the closet, whose door was slightly ajar. He walked inside and peered around at its features. Its walls were painted a tan color, just like the rest of the room, and it was unbelievably roomy. He glanced down at the sandy colored carpet and his eyes caught sight of a small, black box, with a silver lock that was left undone.

'Hmm,' Iruka thought, eyeing the box curiously, 'I wonder what could be inside. Wait! This must be something private, so I can't go around snooping. But if he didn't want me to see it, then wouldn't he have put it somewhere out of reach, or at least have locked it up?'

Before he knew it, he was reaching inside the mysterious box, eagerly pulling out its contents.

'Huh? It's just a photo,' Iruka thought, holding up the rectangular object, so that he could get a better glimpse at it.

He brushed some dust off from the wooden frame and looked down when he felt his thumb dip into patterned groves.

'Writing? Hmm, it says Navy. Does that mean that he- nah, if he was, then wouldn't he have told me? A friend probably just gave this to him or something,' Iruka mused, brushing over the letters once more with his thumb, a chill running up his spine as he did so.

He looked at the actual photo, and saw that there were two men and a young woman, who were dressed in navy blue suits; various badges and pins adorning their uniforms- their white hats held proudly against their chest. In the midst of them was Kakashi, dressed in his regular attire, holding up a bottle of beer. Even though his mask was in place, Iruka could still tell that he was smiling, just by looking at his eyes. But something was odd. Kakashi's eyes were both blue- not mismatched as they are now.

'Maybe it's the angle, or the ocean's reflection.'

The four of them were next to a pier, the ocean sparkling dazzlingly behind them as a ship was sailing into the horizon.

"I don't know why I jumped to that conclusion," Iruka whispered. "It's just obvious that Kakashi has very close friends, and that this photo is just a memory of their times together."

He placed the photo back inside its container and hastily packed away all of his belongings, smiling to himself at a job well done. He turned around to return to Sango and Kakashi in the living room, but found himself focusing on the photo instead.

'Damnit! Stop thinking like this. I'm acting like I don't even trust him, when I should!' Iruka scolded himself, falling onto the large bed in frustration. He ran his hands down his face and let out an exaggerated sigh, arms laying lifelessly beside him. He rolled onto his side and brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them, as his heart beat rapidly.

'Why am I acting this way? Why am I getting so emotional over this? For heavens sake, I'm acting as if I just found out that he was cheating on me.'

Iruka closed his eyes, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart, searching the depths of his mind for an acceptable reason for his childish behavior.

'Maybe it's just the fact that he might be lying to me. But why would he lie about that? Ugh! I can't take this, I just need to forget about it and-'

"Oi, Iruka," a voice called out to him, reverberating throughout the room, interrupting the young man's thoughts. "You've been in here a while haha, and why are you curled up on my bed like that? Awe, is someone tired, or were you hoping for something else?" the man asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Is sex all you think about?" Iruka asked, laughing as he rolled onto his back, limbs spread out lazily.

"Well I also think about spending time with you and being with you, but when you look like that, all spread out and waiting for me, I just can't help myself," Kakashi purred, taking advantage of Iruka's position, crawling on top of him and nuzzling his neck with the side of his face.

"I see you finally took off that mask of yours, you paranoid hornball," Iruka stated, earning him a soft bite at the base of his neck from the other man. "And you need to shave."

"I figured that I won't be answering the door for a while, so there would be no need to wear it around. Besides, if I didn't have it on, then I'd probably be raped or something," the silver haired man answered, chuckling as Iruka rolled his eyes. "You know it's true. And don't you like my stubble? I do."

'He's right,' Iruka thought. 'He has a face to die for. Beautiful, shaggy silver hair, red and blue eyes that could melt a glacier with one look, a strong and narrow nose situated above tender, thin lips, with a strong jaw line to finish everything off.'

"Oh the horrors of being beautiful," Iruka mocked, rolling his eyes again.

"You know that I only belong to you," Kakashi said in a low and seductive voice. "No one can compare to you in beauty, personality, grace... well anything. I'm so lucky to have someone like you by my side. Iruka, I love you so much that it hurts," Kakashi confessed, burying his face into the younger's neck.

'Is this true?' Iruka questioned himself, looking up at the ceiling. 'That's it; I need to know once and for all.'

"Kakashi," Iruka began, but the other cut him off.

"Iruka, you mean everything to me. You're my life, my sun, my joy, my pride, the air I breathe- I need you by my side, always. Being with you makes me feel like I'm in a dream, a dream that I never want to wake up from."

"Uh, Kakashi," Iruka hesitantly said, turning his head to the left to face the other man.

"I know, I was being too emotional. I'm sorry if I scared you," the pale man apologized, not moving his head from the safety of Iruka's neck.

"No, no! That was sweet, and it made me happy to know you feel that way about me, because I feel the same about you, but... I found a photo in my closet. It was an old one. You were in it, along with a few others who were dressed in Navy uniforms."

"Oh that," Kakashi responded, lifting his head so that his gaze was focused on Iruka's. He gazed into those chocolate orbs and took a deep breath. "They were old friends of mine, who were in the Navy. We took a picture to remember each other before they went off to war, but they never made it back, so I keep that as a memory of our times together. Their names were Obito, Rin, and Minato.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know," Iruka apologized, wiping away a tear that strayed from Kakashi's eye. He wrapped his arms around him in a comforting hug. "I'm so, so sorry. I was wrong to question you about that."

"You did nothing wrong. You have the right to question me," Kakashi reassured, giving Iruka a sad smile.

"Just remember that I love you dearly, and that I don't ever plan on leaving you. If you need anyone to talk to, I'll always be right here," the tanned man comforted.

Kakashi pulled the man tighter against him, as if he were holding on for dear life.

"Thanks, 'Ruru. I knew I could always count on you."

The two remained in that position, Kakashi on top of Iruka, holding onto each other tightly, seeming to lose track of time and the world around them. All that mattered to them was that they had each other, and no one could take that away from them.

"Wait!" Iruka exclaimed suddenly, gently pushing on Akashi's chest. "What about Sango? It's way past her dinner time. She must be starving!"

"Huh? Oh yea, I'm sorry. I got caught up in the moment," Kakashi apologized, pushing himself off of the younger man. "You wait here. I'll take care of her dinner." he ran off before Iruka could even make a refusal.

'I can't believe I just did that. That was so wrong of me to try and pry into his past. Stupid, stupid, stupid!' Iruka thought angrily. 'I didn't mean to bring up those emotions.'

He slowly closed his eyes, trying to control his rage before the other returned, but it was too late.

"Hey, don't go to sleep on me now," Kakashi laughed, closing the bedroom door behind him.

"I'm not asleep, silly. I'm just thinking about how stupid I was," Iruka answered, cracking his eyes open.

"How are you stupid?" Kakashi asked, walking over towards the bed to sit next to the other. "Are you still hung up about what happened before?"

Iruka turned his head towards Kakashi and slowly nodded in shame. The older sighed and crawled on top of him once again, pulling off the black hair band that held up his hair, so that his soft, brown locks fell onto the bed and framed his perfect face.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?"

"Kakashi, I'm being serious."

"So am I," Kakashi replied, running his hand through his love's hair. "I told you before that you have the right to know about my past. You were in no way, shape or form wrong to question me about it, so please stop beating yourself up over the subject."

Iruka smiled, causing the other to smile as well.

"Ok, just for you, Kashi," the tanned man laughed happily.

"Good," Kakashi stated, running his fingers lightly up and down Iruka's sides, causing him to moan at the sensation of cold fingers working up and down his warm body. Kakashi grasped his Iruka's hip with his right hand, and brought the other's hands above his head with his left. He began grinding his hips into the man beneath him at a slow and teasing pace, drawing out heated moans and gasps from innocent lips.

"Iruka," Kakashi began, not stopping or slowing his actions. The pinned man looked up at him with half- lidded eyes, mouth parted slightly, and cheeks dusted a rosy red. "I need you, Iruka. I need you so badly, and I want you to show me how much you need me too. Now."

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Woah! Looks like Kakashi's tired of things stopping him from claiming his precious 'Ruru XD Oh dear, what could possibly happen in the next chapter? Lol please review