HUD: Whew. I knocked this one OUT, man. I was determined to get this one done sooner this go, man. I love this chapter. ANNND since I didn't warn at the beginning of the fic on the first chapter, there's some adult content ahead. Enjoy it. :)
The ride home was quiet; Pakkun dozed in the passenger seat from his full belly, giving Kakashi the excuse to light one more cigarette and take the long way home. He couldn't rid his mind of the image of Iruka smiling, sitting so close beside him that he could touch whenever he wanted. His palm was still warm from just the teacher's shoulder.
Pakkun liked him; Pakkun didn't like anybody. Kakashi exhaled a long draw through his open window. That meant a lot, to him at least, but he wasn't sure why. Yes, Kakashi had been toying with the idea of introducing the two on Sunday, but then all of Monday happened and now Kakashi wasn't sure about anything. Iruka didn't act like anything was different, but why would he? If he'd already been with that...woman at the time, then obviously he wouldn't be different.
Kakashi sighed. This was too much, and exactly the reason that he didn't make friends or more than friends. Too complicated, too bothersome - Kakashi hardly had the energy to spend on himself, rather than another. He went to take another drag of his smoke, but paused to really look at it.
Ukki would know, Kakashi already came to terms with that. He'd get that pitying look that would churn his stomach and make him avoid the butler for a week. Sasuke would know, too, regardless of how secretive he tried to be. Teenagers were good like that, sometimes. But the worse, and Kakashi hated to admit it, was the underlying tone of disappointment in Iruka's voice when he commented on it.
Kakashi flicked the half finished cig out the window and returned his hand to his forehead. Iruka was already subconsciously making him change things about himself without really trying. God, he was such a fucking pushover sometimes.
Pakkun yawned to his right, drawing the genius' attention. He smiled softly and swapped hands on the wheel to drop a palm over the pug's face. "Mornin', sunshine."
The dog blinked and nuzzled his palm. Kakashi scratched behind his ears as he yawned again. "Almost home." Pakkun grunted at the end of his yawn and crossed the centre console to walk over Kakashi's lap. He propped his paws up on the arm rest and stuck his squished snout into wind. Kakashi dropped his hand to the dog's back to keep him steady.
They stayed that way until Kakashi had to unlock the gate for the mansion. Pakkun yipped as they entered the garage, and not even two minutes later Sasuke was opening the door and crossing over to the car.
"Back seat," Kakashi said before pulling Pakkun back and rolling up his window. The dog leapt out as soon as Sasuke opened the door behind him. Kakashi waited until Sasuke was done gathering the food before he exited the Charger.
Sasuke fixed an odd expression on him as he locked the car. Kakashi wanted to roll his eyes. "What? If there's something missing it's because you forgot to write it down."
"You've been smoking," Sasuke deadpanned in that emotionless tone that said more than he thought. Kakashi couldn't quite hide his flinch.
"Yeah," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "I was bored waiting on the food - "
"Here." Kakashi blinked - he completely missed Sasuke fishing into his pocket and now held out a packet of winter fresh gum. "Start chewing now or Ukki will know."
Kakashi made himself nod and reached for the pack. He unwrapped one piece and handed the rest back; Sasuke shook his head. "Keep it, incase you need it."
Kakashi felt a warmth spread across his chest. "...thank you, Sasuke."
"Sure," Sasuke answered, tone leaving the monotone and verging more into the spectrum of pleased. "Let's eat - I'm starving."
Kakashi grinned and chuckled. "I can tell."
Sasuke went to let Pakkun into the house while Kakashi added the gum to his centre console. He followed his nephew in as the small dog wormed through their feet and dove straight for his food bowl. Kakashi couldn't help but snort at him. "Ayame just fed you, fatass."
"He's a growing pup, Master!" Ukki called cheerily from where he stood by the island. The sound of his butler's voice pushed Kakashi to quickly begin chewing on the gum Sasuke gave him. He grinned at the older man, digging out the plastic bowls Ichiraku used for their takeout. Every other week or so, Ukki would take back the containers to Teuchi and Ayame. Kakashi found it endearing, and Ayame would always send Ukki home with a box of sesame balls as thanks.
"He's older than Sasuke!" Kakashi called back. He grabbed down three bowls and passed them over to Ukki.
"Dog years aren't a thing, Uncle," Sasuke mumbled. Ukki laughed as Sasuke helped him transfer the ramen to bowls.
"I imagine Pakkun must feel it in his hips, by now."
"Don't self-impose yourself, Ukki," Kakashi teased, making Sasuke snort.
"Ah, it's more the back now, Master Kakashi," Ukki answered, eyes twinkling with mirth. Kakashi grinned and scooped up his and Ukki's bowls and headed for the living room. "Sasuke, grab some chopsticks on your way."
The teen nodded and together they settled around Kakashi's low living room coffee table to watch recordings of Family Feud. It wasn't long before Pakkun crawled into Sasuke's lap when the teen dropped a fat piece of pork, watching for more. Kakashi smiled, listening to Ukki call answers and Sasuke's soft laughter.
The four members of the Hatake household, Kakashi's mismatched family, fit so well together. Kakashi was a man of constants, and this was a comforting one. He didn't mind unexpectedness or spontaneity, but there was just something warming about the comfort he felt in this small amount of normalcy. As Kakashi listened, he felt his thoughts drift to Iruka and wondered how the teacher would fit in here. Before the thought could solidify, Kakashi felt a soft press on his knee.
Pakkun left his post in Sasuke's lap to crawl into his. Kakashi smiled softly and patted the pug's head. He looked back into Kakashi's mismatched eyes with his own dark ones, and Kakashi couldn't help but think his dog knew exactly what was going on in his mind. In an effort to stop his darkening thoughts, Kakashi pulled Pakkun onto his lap and dove into his eggplant miso. He knew he sank to new lows when his dog understood his own withering emotions better than he could.
They sat through two episodes of Family Feud before Sasuke started yawning.
"You should head off to bed, young Master," Ukki said gently. He dropped a hand to Sasuke's shoulder, startling the teen from his slight swaying.
"I'll clean," Kakashi offered as he watched Ukki yawn as well. "You go to bed, too, Ukki."
"Nonsense, Master," his butler tutted. "I can handle myself quite well."
"Would it be better as an order, Ukki?" Kakashi teased, grinning. Ukki eyed him but sighed, relenting.
"Come along, Sasuke," Ukki said as he stood. Sasuke accepted the butler's extended hand while he stood as well. "Good night, Master. Thank you for dinner and cleaning."
"Yeah, thanks," Sasuke slurred. The kid was dead on his feet.
Kakashi waved his hand. "No thanks needed, guys. Good night."
Kakashi kept his seat as he watched Sasuke and Ukki part ways at the stairs. Once he heard Ukki's suite close, he sighed and reclined back on his elbows. Pakkun climbed up his chest as his head lolled back, licking his chin.
"I'm a damn mess," he muttered. Kakashi pulled his head back to come nose-to-nose with his dog. Pakkun stared back at him as if to say What's new? Kakashi blew in his face, making the dog lick his chin again. "Get off."
Pakkun eyed him and squirmed, his little rump pressing against the waistband of Kakashi's jeans as he stretched the full length of his master's chest. His little forelegs draped around Kakashi's neck in a loose hug as he huffed out through his nose, as if daring Kakashi to move him.
"Ass," Kakashi huffed back. After an elongated staring contest, Kakashi relented and wrapped a strong arm around Pakkun to keep him safe as he rose. He stacked the bowls, cups, and chopsticks with one hand and carefully headed back to the kitchen. Holding Pakkun against his chest like he did when Sasuke was much younger, Kakashi rinsed out the dishes and stacked them in the dishwasher next to where Ukki had already placed the plastic bowls their dinner arrived in. Even with Pakkun in arm, it took Kakashi no time at all to shut the lower floor down and head upstairs.
After dropping his spoiled brat of a dog unceremoniously on his bed behind the office door, Kakashi shut the door and moved to his desktop. It was late, and he knew he would already have missed Eros, but he couldn't help but open up his private server and take a peek. To his surprise, Eros' room was still open. He paid the entrance fee in tokens before settling back against his chair.
It was nearly ten, and usually Eros ran a thirty minute show. Tonight, however, he seemed to be running a long list of requests that involved one of Kakashi's favourite dildos and a cockring. Kakashi really couldn't help but lament his loss to the full experience, but he added his tokens to the mix anyway and watched as the gorgeous man brought himself to climax.
Kakashi knew that his dreams would most likely be vivid tonight, alight with the image of that tan skin quivering, pale pink lips dropped open in a perfect circle, and all that dark hair falling in a curtain around the silver laser cut mask. Tonight it looked almost like a cat, dipping low over his cheeks in what could only be described as fangs and rising high over his brow in perky ears. The silver always caught the candle light perfectly, and tonight was no exception.
When Eros rose his gaze back to the camera, the cat collar around his neck jingled and made Kakashi's cock twitch. Those dark eyes didn't help his growing interest - dark and lidded gazing through the almond shaped eye slits. Kakashi always felt like the only man on Earth when Eros looked like that, like this was a private show all for him.
"Any last requests?" Eros purred, and Kakashi found it very fitting and incredibly erotic.
Kakashi's fingers blazed across his keyboard, as he did every night. He watched as Eros' eyes lit to his request. Usually he was the first in the room, but tonight he had been late and couldn't make any requests like usual. He wanted to believe that the slight widening of Eros' eyes and the soft smile was because of him and not his unending wallet.
"So it shall be done. Please stay logged in," Eros answered with a nod. Kakashi typed his affirmative and waited as Eros made their chat private. He could still see the man but remained hidden behind his own screen. Hopefully, that would change.
"I admit I missed you, Hound," Eros began. Kakashi loved the shape of Eros' mouth as he said his username. He tried really, really hard to not focus too much. "What do you need of me?"
Kakashi took a deep breath; this was it, the next step. After this, he wouldn't be able to call this a hobby. After this, he would have to acknowledge it as a possible problem. But it wasn't really, was it? People did this face-to-face all the time on the streets. If it was a problem, he'd have already known. It certainly wasn't illegal, and even if it was he would never get caught. His programming and firewalls were flawless; it's what his genius was made for, after all.
"There's no need to be nervous," Eros said, and Kakashi was ashamed to realize he had almost entirely forgotten about the man. He bit his lip and began to type.
When Kakashi was finished, he sat back slightly and watched Eros' eyes follow the line of text he knew was on his end of the screen. Slowly a smile crept across his lips, which didn't help Kakashi's sudden nerves.
"You want a private show?" Eros said, eyes shinning. Kakashi nodded and quickly typed an affirmative. Eros smiled a little wider and leaned back in a soft stretch. Kakashi couldn't help but trail his eyes greedily across the full expanse of skin now obviously put on display. He swallowed thickly.
"Normally I don't," Eros began, now resting his chin on his palm. "But for you, dear Hound, I believe I can make an exception. Would tomorrow night work for you?"
Kakashi nodded vehemently and typed out his answer. Eros smiled again, softer this time. "Because of the infrequency, we'll meet at nine. I'll post that I'm unavailable for the usual show."
Kakashi felt himself smile - he would have Eros all to himself for a full half hour, and he wouldn't even have to share him for his usual show! Kakashi couldn't help his inflated ego making him feel giddy.
Eros seemed to pick up on it and tilted his head slightly, his smile turning sly. It was undeniably sexy and made Kakashi squirm all over again. It was getting harder and harder to ignore his very interested cock. Kakashi quickly typed out his thanks, and watched with a growing warmth as Eros' smile turned soft. God, this man was too perfect. There was absolutely no way that he could be a real person.
Well, Kakashi was damn well going to find out tomorrow night.
"I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night, Hound," Eros said, and something in his tone had Kakashi honestly believing it. Softly the man kissed the palm of his hand and blew Kakashi his usual nightly request - a good night kiss. "Good night."
Kakashi still sat at his desk, staring at the screen long after Eros had logged off. He was touched, in more ways than just lust, that Eros offered a kiss without Kakashi having to ask. His stomach flipped pleasantly as he wondered what it would really be like to kiss Eros. He shook his head quickly - that could never happen. Eros was just an actor, doing what he needed to do to get paid. The realism of it brought Kakashi's pleasant buzz to a grinding halt; again, he wasn't special. Just an mean to an end.
He logged off of his computer and pushed away from the desk. Pakkun stirred at the sound of his chair and stood up. After a long stretch, he ambled over and pawed at Kakashi's feet to be picked up. The programmer sighed but smiled and dragged the dog up to his lap. Pakkun nuzzled his palm while he scratched his ears absently, lost in thought.
Eros was special to him, sure, but was he really much better? If he were to be honest, Kakashi was really only asking for the private show to distract himself from his own growing attraction to his nephew's literature teacher, who was most likely already seeing someone but didn't know how to stop fucking flirting. He was beautiful, and kind, and funny, and Pakkun liked him and he knew that on Wednesday Ukki would end up liking him, too. Kakashi was stuck; he had to act like nothing was different, like he hadn't seen that Anko-woman leaning over Iruka like he was a damn piece of meat. Like he didn't feel like the rug was snatched out form under his feet before he got a proper chance to set it.
Pakkun licked his palm, shaking Kakashi free. He didn't realize he had stopped. The pug blinked up at him with wide eyes, and Kakashi swore he looked worried. Kakashi really must be losing it if he thought his dog was worried about him. What the hell.
Kakashi felt another headache creeping up and sighed; time for bed. After shutting his office down fully, Kakashi padded down the hall to his room and dropped Pakkun on the bed. He brushed his teeth and changed clothes before shutting the door and climbing into bed himself. Pakkun flopped against his side and sighed contently, making Kakashi chuckle. He wished he could have the simplicity of being a dog. They didn't have to worry about matchmaking or compatibility or even their partner's sex. They just went with it.
Kakashi blinked and fought down a yawn. It would be easier, sure, but he doubted he'd ever be happy with another being, even as a dog. He should never leave his house ever again. That's what hermits were known for, after all.
Soft knocking echoed through Kakashi's room, making the genius shuffle. Pakkun huffed from his spot plastered to Kakashi's side as the sound persisted. Kakashi sighed and pulled the duvet further over his face. Maybe if he ignored it, whatever 'it' was would just go away.
The knocking continued on another few seconds before ceasing, making Kakashi sigh with relief. He rolled over to his side and slung his arm around Pakkun. The pug grunted at the movement but settled in quick enough. Kakashi let out a soft breath and drifted back to sleep.
When the knocking came again, this time much more persistent, Kakashi reluctantly cracked open an eye. Sunlight streamed pass his curtains and lined the floor, marking the time to be nearly noon. Which meant that that was Ukki, trying to wake him for lunch.
"Master Kakashi!" Ukki's voice was muffled by the closed door, but Kakashi could still hear it clearly.
"Yeah?" He called, voice hardly a croak from disuse.
"It is nearly lunchtime, sir. Shall I fix you a plate?" The butler answered. Kakashi rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.
"Yeah, sure. I'll come down," Kakashi said. "Would you fill Pakkun's bowl, please?"
"Certainly, very good, sir," Ukki answered. Kakashi waited until he couldn't hear the old man's shuffling anymore before throwing back the duvet. Pakkun grumbled from his location buried beneath the blanket as Kakashi swung himself from bed and gave a long stretch. He felt better waking up now than he had the majority of the day before.
Kakashi padded into the adjacent bathroom and brushed his teeth. He scratched his chest and eyed his reflection - he didn't look distraught, which was a plus. He had managed to stave off Ukki's concerned glances yesterday with Sasuke, but he didn't have the teen as a distraction this time. He poked at his face some more until he heard Pakkun scratching at his door to be let out. With a sigh, he followed the pug down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Lunch was a simple ham and cheese sandwich with chicken noodle soup, but Kakashi ate heartily. Ukki didn't seem perturbed in the slightest, keeping up conversation about Sasuke and some news that Kakashi didn't really listen to. Apparently Sasuke planned to invite Naruto to game night the following night (which Kakashi was already well aware of), but Ukki was thrilled.
"I am excited to meet this interesting friend of his," Ukki said, eyes bright and lips spread into a smile. "He has certainly helped the young master socially."
"Yeah, Naruto is a good kid," Kakashi answered absently. He ladled more soup into his bowl and retook his seat across from Ukki at the kitchen island. "Loud, but good."
"He says that Naruto lives with their homeroom teacher. Is the man moonlighting as his guardian?" Ukki asked. Kakashi licked his thumb as a stray drop of broth trickled down.
"Yeah," he nodded. He didn't really want to talk about Naruto, because he knew it would lead to thinking about Iruka, but it wouldn't be fair to leave Ukki in the dark about their guests. It was his home, too, anyway. "Mr. Umino."
"The teacher that contracted you to help with their studies?"
"Yeah."
"Ah," Ukki said. Kakashi looked up, confused by the man's seemingly knowing tone. "That explains it, then."
"Explains what, exactly?" Kakashi asked sharply. He suddenly felt the need to guard himself, now on high alert.
"Why Sasuke will be inviting him along as well, of course," Ukki asked, entirely oblivious to Kakashi's plight. Or, at least, so he seemed. "Tell me, is he a younger man? Perhaps around your age?"
Kakashi fought down the eye roll he so very much wanted to perform. "A few years younger than me, I think."
"Interesting!" Kakashi knew the second the idea struck Ukki; he quickly chugged the rest of his soup and stood quickly. "Perhaps the two of you could - "
"Thanks for lunch, Ukki," Kakashi said abruptly, cutting the man off. That soup was way too hot to be chugging, but he needed to bail. "I have some work to take care of. I'll be down soon to walk Pakkun."
"Oh - well, alright," Ukki answered, his tone slightly hurt. Kakashi felt the guilt already gnawing at his gut, but he had to ignore it. "Do call if you need anything."
Kakashi smiled sheepishly. "Thanks, sorry."
He knew Ukki would forgive him. To make it up, he'd come down after going over the files White Fang Tech sent over last night that he so readily ignored. Sometimes he really did have to work.
Kakashi was able to ignore his guilt and remorse for all of two hours. He dove head first into the files, working through the mess of a web of coding that had transpired in his absence. All he could really do was sigh - it was his own fault, of course.
Kakashi was left with a small software development company after his father's suicide, and before he even turned sixteen, developed the company into the technology giant White Fang Tech. He still owned the company and had a permanent seat on the board, but he never went in for a day of work in his life. It was part of his contract - he kept his company, built all the major software and gave his approval to smaller projects, all while working from the comfort of his own home. It could be tiring and quite taxing, but Kakashi enjoyed it. It was the last part of Kakashi's father that he still had, even more important than his own home, after Kakashi had come to terms with his father's seemingly abandonment.
Even through all that pain, Kakashi could never bring himself to change the name of the company. It was purely Sakumo, and even Ukki had been pleased that a young and brash Kakashi had understood the importance.
After fixing Gai's ridiculous encrypted message within the coding (MY ETERNAL RIVAL - WE SHOULD MEET FOR A BATTLE OF WIT OVER CHESS!) Kakashi sent over his final notes and shut down his desktop. With a sigh, he trudged downstairs.
Pakkun met him at the foot of the stairs and yipped, pleased by his master's appearance. Kakashi stooped to pick him up and looked around for his butler. "Ukki?" He called after not finding him in the kitchen or living room.
Kakashi waited to hear an answer; when nothing came, he tapped on the door to Ukki's suite. "Ukki, you in here?"
The answer's proximity startled Kakashi. "Why yes, Master! Just doing a bit of laundry." Kakashi blinked and peered around the door. Ukki's closet was right behind his suite entrance, and the man was buried elbow deep in a drawer of worn tshirts. Kakashi smiled a bit lopsided. "Did you need something?"
"No, just letting you know I was going to walk Pakkun around the grounds," Kakashi answered. Even in the years of knowing Ukki, his jovial attitude always made Kakashi feel like there wasn't a problem in the world. "When I get back, let's watch a movie. You pick."
Ukki's bright smile was beginning to infect Kakashi again. "Certainly, sir! Be careful."
Kakashi nodded and dipped back towards the kitchen. The clock on the stove read 2:13 pm; Sasuke might even be home in time for the movie. Kakashi pulled on his tennis shoes and slipped Pakkun's leash onto his collar before setting out into the warm afternoon sun.
The air was still decidedly cooler since the rain from Saturday, drawing a soft constant breeze to stave off the afternoon heat and ruffled Kakashi's wild hair. Pakkun tugged happily at his small leash, attempting to charge for the gate. Kakashi had called in a few contractors to line the high iron gate with a jogger's path for when he walked Pakkun. It had been a good idea, especially when Ukki and Sasuke would walk the grounds during the summer.
Kakashi unlocked the padlock on the gate door for the path and was careful to lock it behind them. He didn't have any known enemies, just pissed off rivals that didn't care too much for him. Kakashi had gone several years without needing a personal bodyguard thanks to mixed marital arts training and a healthy dose of paranoia, thankyouverymuch.
Pakkun tugged at his leash as Kakashi dropped the keys to his pocket and snapped the padlock shut. "Alright, pal. Calm the hell down."
Pakkun huffed and didn't stop his tugging. "You're gonna choke yourself if you aren't careful." No sooner had the words left his mouth did Kakashi hear the little dog cough and wheeze. It made him snigger. "See? Calm down and we'll go."
Kakashi let Pakkun lead him during the walk, stopping every dozen yards to check his previously marked spots. After establishing a routine, Kakashi let his mind wander.
Tonight was going to be interesting, different; he felt like it was something he needed more than he wanted to admit, even if he still felt guilty about using Eros. But then again, the man had to know, to some extent, the nature of why people sought this avenue of sexual gratification. In Kakashi's case, he hated socializing with people and found this much easier to sate a carnal desire. Others, Kakashi reasoned, were possibly not comfortable with themselves enough to seek a tangible partner. He supposed he fell into that category as well.
Pakkun stuck his nose in a gopher hole; Kakashi laughed with the rodent kicked dirt into the pug's face. Pakkun huffed at him and continued on, head held high and ignoring Kakashi's call. Maybe some patrons were embarrassed at having to admit that they liked another man or whatever kink Eros or another performer displayed that night.
Kakashi paused for a moment, only stepping when Pakkun successfully managed to pull him along. He had given Eros freedom to choose whatever he wanted for their meeting tonight - he only now wondered what the man had planned. His straying thoughts made his cock twitch and his pants tighten; Pakkun looked over his shoulder disapprovingly, as if he knew the exact moment Kakashi's thoughts turned dirty. Kakashi avoided the dog's gaze and felt a heat steal up his neck.
First he was sure Pakkun was worrying over him, and know he was nearly positive that the little pug could read all his naughty thoughts. What the hell - he had to be going batshit.
Kakashi blanked his mind for the rest of their walk, keeping up well with Pakkun when he decided that he wanted to run the last quarter mile of the track. The exercise helped to keep his mind blissfully blank for several long minutes as they neared the beginning of the trail again. Pakkun pulled to keep going, but Kakashi stopped him. "We have a movie to watch with Ukki," he reminded the dog. Pakkun yawned and sat down as Kakashi worked the heavy duty padlock. Before he got it open, the gate to his right began to open. He looked up to see Ukki pulling out in his silver Jaguar X-TYPE. Kakashi always appreciated the body style of this car; the round headlights and hood made him think of an older forties gangster vehicle.
Ukki rolled down the passenger window. "How was your run, Master?"
"Great, actually," Kakashi answered as he jogged closer to the car. Stopping his motion reminded him of the beads of sweat rolling down the small of his back. The wind kept his face nice and cool. "Where are you off to?"
"I am gathering the young master from school," Ukki said pleasantly. Kakashi fisted Pakkun's leash tighter as he leaned into the window.
"Wow, I didn't realize how late it was," he said, eyes lighting on the traditional clock in Ukki's dash. He had been outside well pass the hour he had intended. "Is there anything you want me to do for dinner while you're out?"
"Not a thing, Master Kakashi," Ukki answered cheerily. "Tonight we shall have chicken and dumplings; a new recipe I found earlier this morning. The preparation is quite simple. I was able to get caught up on quite a bit of chores."
Kakashi couldn't help his smile. "You're too good to us, Ukki."
"Nonsense, sir," he answered softly. "We are a family."
Kakashi nodded, his heart thundering pleasantly. "Yeah, you're right."
"Now, perhaps you should bathe yourself and Pakkun before we return. I am certain that Sasuke will be glad to see you up and about today."
Kakashi nodded and stepped back from the car. "Will do. Drive safe!"
Ukki waved and rolled the window up. Kakashi took off through the open gate with Pakkun hot on his heels. Once the gate shut, he let the pug free of his leash and together they ran to the garage.
The cool air inside the mansion made Kakashi shiver as it hit his sweat-soaked back. Pakkun panted happily beside him as he put back the leash and toed out of his sneakers. He eyed Pakkun as the dog looked back up at him; there was only a moment of hesitation before Kakashi snatched the dog up and took off for the laundry room. They did the same routine - go out for a jog and then come back in for a nice long bath. At least, Kakashi enjoyed it; Pakkun always acted like it was the end of the world even though he knew what was going down.
After wrestling with Pakkun in his doggy tub in the laundry room to bathe and dry him off, Kakashi laughed as the pug raced through the living room, rubbing all over the furniture and carpet. It wouldn't be long before he'd be scratching at Kakashi's bathroom door as he soaked, but Kakashi didn't care. He headed upstairs to his room and stripped, dropping his clothing into the laundry chute. Wednesday was laundry day for him; he refused to make Ukki wash his clothes as well as everything else the man did for them, so he did his on a separate day.
Kakashi jumped into a quick shower and washed his hair and body lightning fast. He swapped the water from the waterfall to the main faucet and sank down. He let his head fall back against the tub as the warm water flooded around him, sighing. Kakashi enjoyed taking a long soak every now and then. Taking his wash cloth, he dropped it into the water and wrung it out, laying it across his eyes. After stopping the water, Kakashi fully relaxed his shoulders and sighed again, content.
Loud patters of feet and claws on hardwood announced Pakkun's entrance. The carpet slightly muffled it but the tile in the bathroom renewed the noise with vigor. Kakashi jolted when he felt a rough lick on his wrist; he suddenly remembered leaving his door open. The stirring of the water made a chill race up Kakashi's spine - he must have drifted off, too. Pakkun nuzzled his hand to get a petting as Kakashi used his other to pull the cloth from his face.
"Are they back, Pakkun?" He asked lazily. The dog barked loudly, echoing off of the tile and making Kakashi wince. "Okay, okay; I'll get up."
After some serious effort, Kakashi pushed his chilled limbs to make himself stand. He grabbed his towel and forced down the urge to shiver. Pakkun danced around his feet as he walked back into his room and rummaged for some lounge wear. Fully clothed and not freezing, Kakashi finished drying his damp hair and headed down stairs.
"Hey Kakashi!" Sasuke called before Kakashi's feet hit the floor. Kakashi smiled over at him, not surprised by the teen's oddly exuberant behaviour.
"Maa, what's going on?" He asked, smiling at his nephew. Sasuke sat with Ukki at the kitchen island. The butler nodded as Kakashi grabbed a cider from the fridge and sat across from them.
"Helping the young master with his homework," Ukki said. "Are you well, Kakashi? You seem flushed."
Kakashi hummed and looked at his arms; his pale skin was still slightly pink from his soak. "Oh, yeah. I kinda...fell asleep in the bath."
Sasuke snorted. "Seriously?"
Kakashi stuck his tongue out at the teen as Ukki laughed. "I was worried for you! Usually you always answer my calls, but your phone went directly to voicemail."
At the mention of his phone, Kakashi paused. Come to think of it, he didn't have his mobile on him at all all day. He knew it wasn't in his office, which meant it had to be buried somewhere in his bed.
"You saw Mr. Umino yesterday," Sasuke said, drawing Kakashi from his mind with a start.
"Yeah, when I went to get dinner. How'd you know?"
"I asked Naruto to come over tomorrow," Sasuke drawled, as if Kakashi had forgotten. He hadn't at all - just pleasantly trying to distract himself. "He asked Mr. Umino if it was okay, and he said the two of you had already talked and you'd be giving him our address. Right before Mr. Ukki came to get me, he said you hadn't answered any of his messages so I gave him the address."
Kakashi could have kicked himself - he had totally forgotten all about texting Iruka. He was so busy trying to distract himself from the man that he had nearly completely forgotten about their arrangement, even when Ukki had asked him about it earlier that day. He felt like a complete ass.
"Maa, I must have let my phone die yesterday when I wasn't feeling well," Kakashi lied. Sasuke gave him a look that said As if, and even Ukki looked disbelieving.
"Perhaps you should go gather it, Kakashi," Ukki said, his tone edging on concern. "The company could have called."
Kakashi nodded and took another swig of his cider. "I'll be back."
His phone was indeed buried in his sheets, actually down by his feet. He swiftly plugged his phone into the charger next to his cider and sat down, waiting for the soft buzz of notifications. Pakkun was no where to be found, probably dancing around the kitchen, so Kakashi rose and moved to his closet.
Eros wore a mask for everything, which made Kakashi feel the need to do the same for their meeting tonight. He rummaged around a few boxes looking for an old mask he wore during college. It had been a gift from his father, something Sakumo had special made for Kakashi. What was initially suppose to be a gag gift ended up being a treasured memory, albeit shoved to the back of his closet.
When Kakashi was young, he went through a phase that involved wearing a cloth mask over the lower half of his face, only exposing his eyes. He had his father's wild shock of silver spiky hair even at such a young age, that always fell into his face. As a joke, his father had a hound mask made of a unique ceramic-coated hard plastic base. It was solid white with two eye slits cut out and lined in red, as well as similar swirls curling up the cheeks of the mask and stopping just before touching the curved snout.
"If you want to hide so much, why stop at your eyes?" Sakumo had been teasing, of course, but the young and hardheaded Kakashi wore it every time they left the house for three months straight.
It was one of his favourite memories of his father, laughing each time they left the house and waving off Ukki's concerns. "If the boy wants to practice anonymity, then I won't stop him."
When Kakashi eventually took over his company and tripled profits in less than three months, he took the mask back out for every one of his board meetings. Only his PA knew his identity and age; the rest of the board wouldn't have appreciated a sixteen year old kid running the company, even if he was Sakumo's genius son. So he hid, and still wore the mask whenever he was called. The meetings that required his presence were few and far between, nothing that a quick e-mail or phone call couldn't take care of in today's age. Everyone knew his name now, but that didn't mean he wanted to be recognized wherever he went.
Sitting on his heels, Kakashi ran his palm over the ceramic mask. It had cracked over his left eye with age, almost as a mirror to his current scar, but the white was as vibrate as ever. The red was still a deep crimson, not at all faded with time; Kakashi trailed his finger tips over the carved contours that marked the lips and soft fangs for the face. Even the ears were as pointy as ever.
He hoped that Eros wouldn't mind - his mask was far more extreme than the delicately laser carved metal he wore. He doubted it would matter, anyway; he was going to get paid, either way. The thought didn't bother Kakashi as much as it probably should.
Kakashi's attention was drawn by a buzzing on his bedside table. Satisfied that the mask would suffice, he pushed up from the floor and crossed back over.
Two calls, one from his PA (ignored) and another from Ukki; a myriad of messages from Gai varying from photos of his daily jog to 'charming' messages about his diet and whereabouts. But, even with expecting, the ones from Iruka were surprising.
11:35 am - Good morning! I hope you have a better day today. :)
1:38 pm - I'm sure you're busy, but I wanted to tell you that Sasuke invited us over tomorrow. Naruto is ecstatic!
3:56 pm - I hope I'm not over stepping, but since I haven't heard back from you I asked Sasuke for your address. Is everything okay?
5:17 pm - I'm sorry; I'm normally not like this at all, but last night you seemed off. I won't pressure you to tell me anything, but I'm here if you ever want to. Just feel better, alright? I'll see you tomorrow.
Kakashi blinked - the last one had been sent only a few minutes before his phone turned back on. His stomach flipped as he reread the last message. He couldn't decide if he was touched or devastated. That sounded like a clear push into Friend Zone if he'd ever heard one.
The mobile felt loose in his palm as his hand hit his thigh. Kakashi knew the right thing to do would be to stop the man's worrying, to at least shoot over an acknowledgement, but he couldn't bring himself to. He wanted Iruka as something way more than a friend, but the teacher was already with someone (he was certain; no way could that chick dress that way and not be all over Iruka). Kakashi wasn't sure if he could be happy just being his friend just yet. He had gotten his expectations so high so fast that he didn't even realize it; Sunday had been so nice, getting to know Iruka. The only thing that could have made it better was talking over dinner and drinks. God, Kakashi wondered what Iruka would look like flushed with alcohol, if that impeccable speech would slur, if his hair would eventually come down, if his eyes darkened even more -
Kakashi shook his head quickly, ridding his traitorous mind of those backpedaling thoughts. He needed to focus on the now and not the what-ifs. His eyes dropped to the mask he still held in his left hand. This was the now, his arrangement with Eros. Iruka was...a pleasant thought.
Setting the mask in place of his cider, Kakashi left the phone on the charger and went back downstairs. He finished the bottle in two long draws before tossing the empty into the recycle bin in the garage and snatching another from the fridge on his way back in. "How was school, Sasuke?"
"Oh fine," the teen answered. Ukki whistled a cheery tune from where he stirred the crock pot; Sasuke had his chin resting on his open palm as he scribbled out some notes. "Did you find your phone?"
"Yeah," Kakashi answered. "It somehow got kicked around under my sheets. I blame Pakkun."
A loud doggy sneeze could be heard from the pantry, making Sasuke and Kakashi both snort.
"That's good," Sasuke said, lips smirking lightly. "Did you messge Mr. Umino back that you were alive?"
Kakashi sighed into his bottle. "Yes, mom." Sasuke shrugged, never looking up from his papers.
"He just seemed worried," he said absently. "He's a nice person."
"Yeah," Kakashi answered. He ignored the slight softness of his tone, but Ukki didn't miss it. The butler eyed him over his shoulder but said nothing. "Yeah, yeah he is."
Dinner was shared in the living room over Ukki's movie choice, some animated classic that he hadn't seen yet. Kakashi didn't mind computer generated movies, too enthralled in the techniques used for shading and lighting, but Sasuke couldn't help but sigh. His expression made Kakashi grin; Sasuke hated cartoons.
However, not even ten minutes into the film the story had the normally stoic boy watching with his jaw agape and a slight shimmer to his eye. Even Kakashi had to clear his throat when the old man held his wife's hand at the hospital, recalling all their happy memories. Ukki had no problem showing his emotions; he openly cried when Elle passed, and clapped enthusiastically when Carl set his home free with millions of balloons.
"Why did you pick this?" Kakashi heard Sasuke whisper. "It's so..."
"Heart wrenching? Beautiful? Heart warming?" Ukki answered swiftly.
Sasuke paused. "No; it's so - "
"Sad," Kakashi supplied. Sasuke looked over, entirely unsurprised that Kakashi had been listening. "It's sad as hell, Ukki."
"Yeah," Sasuke said lamely. Ukki began to chuckle.
"Ah, but I've been told there is a happy ending," he answered.
"How? His wife already died," Sasuke deadpanned. Kakashi shook his head.
"Perhaps dear Carl will find his reason to continue on in the antics of this young boy and his new dog," Ukki said, eyes moving from Sasuke to Kakashi. The genius couldn't help but feel like that was abstractly directed at him. "A new beginning is not always difficult. Have faith, young master. The film is not yet over."
Sasuke settled back down without another word; Kakashi pretended to not feel Ukki's gaze as he slowly nibbled a remaining dumpling.
All in all, the movie ended well and the stew was delicious; Kakashi thanked Ukki and helped Sasuke fill the dishwasher before feigning work and heading back upstairs. He stopped by his room and scooped up the mask, heading for his bathroom. Behind the door there was a black silk robe; he quickly stripped and traded attire. Kakashi stared long and hard at his reflection.
From experience, Kakashi knew the mask didn't hide all of his hair. He doubted anything could, even with styling gel; after a few runs of his fingers to smooth the spikes, he ran a comb under the faucet and went to work. After combing, brushing, moussing, and gelling, those wild and free locks finally stayed somewhat flat to his skull. With a quick relieved sigh, Kakashi pressed the mask in place and stepped back.
There was something unnerving about his appearance that Kakashi couldn't quite place. It had to be the fact that he couldn't see his own face, having long outgrown his masking phase. The black robe stood out sharply against his pale chest and the white of the Hound mask, and suddenly it hit him.
Kakashi looked like a damn serial killer in one of those gaudy teen slasher flicks.
He facepalmed over the mask, feeling his cheeks heat. Was it too late to back out? It couldn't be, right? He could fix this, right?
A quick look at his mobile said that he absolutely had no time to rectify anything, let alone bail; damn hair took so long. So with a heavy sigh and a survey of the hallway for Sasuke, Kakashi silently slipped into his office. Not a second after he shut the door Kakashi could hear Pakkun scratching. "Not tonight," he murmured, and the scratching ceased. Kakashi knew Pakkun would just sit outside the door until he opened it, but he shouldn't be too long. Only half an hour - hopefully the most amazing half hour ever.
Kakashi turned on his desktop and waited for the screen to light. Once the room was as bright as he could stand, he headed back to the door to turn the overhead light off. The room immediately was bathed in an artificial blue that calmed Kakashi. The light treated him to images of what his life used to be, long before his father passed and he could just sit up for hours on end with just his computer and a bag of Jolly Ranchers.
Feeling calm and quite a bit more confident, Kakashi sat back down and opened up his private server. Anything else, and he wouldn't care about being on time. This, however, he would absolutely be early for.
It was only 8:54 pm, but Kakashi already found Eros logged in. He took a deep breath to still his suddenly quivering hands before clicking the invite in his inbox for a private chat. The screen lit to Eros' bedroom, all candle-lit and enticing. The man himself had his back to the screen, already bare. Kakashi swallowed as he watched the muscles in Eros' back twist and bunch; his shoulders weren't particularly large but noticeably thicker than Kakashi's own. Kakashi knew he sported a leaner frame that he inherited from his father, honed with the martial arts he took in his basement and the long jogs with Pakkun.
Eros twisted again, spreading something out on the amethyst bedspread. Kakashi drank in the sight - Eros obviously wasn't a body builder, but Kakashi could absolutely appreciate the tone and definition that boasted a pride in appearance. Eros turned just slightly, his hair framing and hiding his face. Then he was stretching across the bed again, fingers reaching for something that made Kakashi's throat dry.
Eros wasn't wearing his mask.
As soon as the revelation hit him, it was over; Eros hooked the silver mask around his ears and turned.
"Hello, Hound," the man said, sitting back on the edge of the bed. "I hope I wasn't boring you; you're certainly early." A pause. "I like your mask."
Kakashi immediately reached for the keyboard before remembering that his webcam was active. He swallowed and felt a heat steal up the back of his neck and was suddenly very grateful for the mask
"...thank you," Kakashi said. The mask distorted his voice to a much lower tone with a slight echo, making him feel like a Batman villain. "How are you?"
Eros smiled softly, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He seemed distracted for a brief second before focusing. "Wonderful, now that you're here."
Kakashi knew it was a ploy, that he was acting, but he wanted to believe it. "Good, because I can safely say the same about you."
Eros' smile turned to a smirk. "Shall we get started, then?"
Kakashi nodded, exaggerating it a bit because of his mask. "What have you got planned?"
Without looking away from the screen, Eros reached behind himself and produced a bright purple candle to match the ones already lit. "How do you feel about candles, Hound?"
Kakashi grinned. "I'm sure I'll be a fan before the night's out."
Eros grinned back even without seeing Kakashi's expression. With his other hand he produced a lighter and gently cupped the wick of the candle. Seconds later and flames licked the air greedily from the freshly lit candle. Wax began to bubble almost immediately, and Kakashi recognized it as a body candle. Eros tossed aside the lighter and reclined himself slightly on his mattress. "Let's see, hmm?"
Kakashi watched, transfixed, as Eros brought the candle first to his right clavicle, tilting his chin away and exposing a tan throat. The first drip left the source a clear purple and pooled to dry into a soft lavender. Eros hissed when the drop first made contact, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth. Each drop gave the man a gasp, his eyes now completely closed.
Kakashi couldn't look away; there was something erotic about the pale wax dotting Eros' tan skin. Each gasp or moan made Kakashi's cock twitch with interest, and in what he was sure to be record time, his erection was full and poking through his robe. He wheeled his chair closer to the desk and dropped a hand to his lap. Eros was having none of that.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Hound?" He asked, voice breathy and hitching on the end as another drip of wax hit his sternum.
"..." Kakashi opened his mouth to answer, but needed to swallow before speaking: "Yes, Eros." Even without the mask the reply came out huskier than he intended.
"Then show me," Eros purred. Kakashi wheeled himself back to his previous spot. He was fully in view of his webcam now, he knew from experience; he watched Eros' eyes as he languidly fisted himself, the robe open and pushed aside from his thighs.
Eros tilted the candle up, the wax pooling in the small divot by the wick and paused. "Open your robe, Hound. I want to see you."
Kakashi obliged; he moved his hand away from his cock long enough to untie to silk sash and let his robe fall open. He could practically feel Eros' eyes roaming all over his flesh - chest to abs to hover eagerly over his groin. His eyes widened a fraction as Kakashi gave his wrist a little twist, making his body twitch; he was surprised to hear the gorgeous man moan.
Okay - the universe officially wasn't fair. Eros was watching him with wide and hungry eyes, watching him - Kakashi - like he was the hottest thing since vibrating dildos, not at all feigning excitement. Which meant he was interested far beyond just this little arrangement, which meant he was gay. He was gay and sexy and interested and completely unobtainable.
Kakashi really must have pissed some deity off somewhere.
Still, the thoughts didn't stop him from giving a little show of his own. Eros still hadn't moved the candle, seeming as transfixed as Kakashi had been minutes earlier. Kakashi smirked to himself and felt a large confidence boost; he added a little finesse to his actions, twisting his wrist again over the tip to gather precome and bringing his hand back down oh so slowly. He noticed Eros swallow - hard - when Kakashi angled his hips to show the full length of his erect cock. From the few partners he had had, Kakashi knew he was above average in that department.
Eros jumped; the wax from the candle had dribbled down to his fingers, making the man hiss a low curse. Kakashi grinned, feeling a touch on the smug side. Apparently he was hot enough to distract Eros - confidence plus twenty percent!
"You are quite the distraction, Hound," Eros muttered, his voice absolutely heavier than before. Kakashi couldn't feel his face anymore, he was grinning so hard. "I suppose I should reward you."
Kakashi's grin was immediately interrupted by a moan as Eros turned the wax back on himself, now dribbling over his nipples. The man jumped and hissed, his head rolling back. Kakashi quickened his pace as Eros' nipple broke through the small wax enclosure, now tightened to a dusky nub. His throat went dry as the other received the same treatment.
Eros moaned softly, the sound going straight to Kakashi's dick and doing nothing to help his situation. He bit his lip to keep back a moan of his own. "What do you think so far, Hound?" Eros asked, his voice raspy and hitching with each breath. Kakashi could imagine how the wax would feel - hot nearly to burning at first but rapidly cooling with the air. Eros' chest rose and fell with sharp breaths as each added drip settled against his skin. Kakashi wanted to be there, pouring the wax himself and causing the moans only meant for him -
"Speak to me, Hound," Eros said, pulling Kakashi from his reverie. There was a pleading to his words, like he needed to hear his voice. "Tell me."
"I want to be there," Kakashi said, unable to stop himself any longer. The mask gave him a large sense of bravado. "Dripping the wax over you, causing those beautiful moans. Would you let me touch you?"
"Yes," Eros hissed. Kakashi wasn't at all surprised to see Eros' free hand snake towards the prominent erection pressing against his lounge pants. In a flash, he was free and dragging his palm up in an eager mirror to Kakashi's earlier action. "I would let you touch me wherever you wanted."
Kakashi's cock twitched hungrily at the thought; Eros gave a full body shudder when Kakashi spoke again. "I wouldn't stop at just touching, Eros. I want all of you."
Eros shuddered again as he dripped a long line from his quivering stomach to stop at the base of his fisted erection. Kakashi watched the wax dry immediately as Eros continued his pace. "How would you have me, Hound?"
Kakashi drew in a shakey breath; dammit, he was getting so close. He didn't want this to ever end, seeing Eros writhing and panting his name (sort of). "Just like this, Eros. Covered in wax I dripped all over you and moaning my name as I press into you." The words tumbled from his mouth, but Kakashi was too far gone to pay them any heed. Eros didn't seem to mind, either, if the quickening of his pace was anything to go by.
"You'd look so beautiful, Eros. More than you are now," Kakashi said softly, his tone the exact opposite of how erratically his heart beat and the pace he set for himself over his cock. "You're beautiful."
Within seconds of the words falling from his tongue Eros came, beautiful and quivering and panting. The image alone was the last bit that Kakashi needed - he joined the man quickly, his seed spurting up into his cupped hand, a habit he had long ago began to hide his nightly evidence. He screwed his eyes shut as he got his breathing under control, his body still spasming from what was easily the best orgasm he'd had in months. Kakashi forced his eyes to open when he realized he would miss all of Eros if he didn't.
The man was in a similar state as he was, panting heavily and staring at the screen. His eyes was dark and bright at the same time - Kakashi felt his breath leave him again at the sight. His stomach quivered and heaved under a mixture of pearly streaks and purple wax as he braced himself with his free hand; Kakashi found it oddly funny that he still held the candle in an iron grip, his knuckles nearly white and the flame long gone.
Kakashi smiled, the expression brightening as Eros smiled back. "That was..."
"Fucking awesome," Kakashi supplied, making Eros laugh. Even with his voice absolutely wrecked Kakashi still loved the sound.
"Agreed," he said. There was a silence that Kakashi could only explain as companionable as he looked back at the screen. He suddenly wanted to rip his mask from his face, to have a real connection to this gorgeous man. He couldn't though - he knew he was too much of a coward. "We should do this again."
Kakashi felt his eyes widen. "Really?"
"I wouldn't be opposed, unless you aren't comfortable," Eros said, ever thoughtful. Kakashi smiled softly - his thoughtfulness reminded him of someone.
"No, not at all," Kakashi said quickly. Iruka - that reminds me of Iruka. "I'd love to."
Eros' smile softened to actually touch his eyes. "It's a date, then."
Kakashi nodded. "Yeah."
There was another pause. Kakashi desperately wanted to get to know Eros, but he knew that would be going too far. This wasn't a relationship or even a friendship - this was a business arrangement. Oh, that reminded him - he needed to pay.
Kakashi wheeled himself closer to his desktop after wiping his hand on a discarded shirt he found under the desk. A few clicks and all his tokens exited his e-wallet. Eros' eyes moved to the corner of the screen Kakashi knew indicated payment and widened a fraction. As he spoke, a soft blush tinted his cheeks.
"T-that's far too much, Hound - "
"No," Kakashi insisted. He would not let this get awkward after such a mindblowing orgasm. "You're worth it; that's that. I enjoyed myself."
Eros' eyebrows drew together as if he wanted to protest further, but instead the expression softened and he smiled again. "I'm glad - I enjoyed myself as well."
Kakashi grinned. "That's that, then."
Eros nodded. "That's that."
Kakashi wanted to stay there forever, just gazing at the sinfully beautiful man before him, but he could feel the sleepy after-effects of an awesome orgasm beginning to set in. "Well, I guess I'm going to get off of here."
"Oh! Right, sure," Eros agreed, as if he didn't want whatever spell had settled to break either. "Good night, then."
Kakashi nodded. "Good night, Eros." Right as he was about to log out, Eros' voice stopped him.
"Wait! I - " Kakashi nodded to show the man he was listening. A light blush dusted his cheeks again. "A...good night kiss?"
Kakashi couldn't help but grin. "I'd love one."
Eros' blush didn't die down in the slightest as he pursed his lips to his fingers and blew towards the screen. Kakashi, feeling silly, mimed catching it and pressed it against his mask's carved lips. The action made Eros' blush darken. "Thank you, Eros. Good night."
"G-good night, Hound," Eros whispered. Kakashi paused a moment longer before he logged off. He didn't take off his mask until his private server was closed and his desktop off. Kakashi sighed, glad to be free of his mask. All that panting and heavy breathing made it incredibly humid.
He ran a hand through his hair, not at all surprised to find that several spikes had freed themselves with his activity. With a few vigourous shakes, his hair broke out of all his painstaking and meticulous actions to keep it contained. Kakashi didn't care - it lasted as long as he needed it to. After scooping up the discarded shirt he had found to clean himself up with, Kakashi exited into the hall and stepped over Pakkun snoring outside the door. The movement woke the dog with a snort, and like lightning he followed Kakashi into his room.
The genius dropped the soiled shirt and robe into his laundry chute to be washed tomorrow and headed to his dresser. After pulling on a pair of lounge pants Kakashi climbed into bed next to Pakkun. The dog huffed at him as he got comfortable before settling against his hip. Kakashi dropped his hand to pat the dog and scratch behind his ears, silently apologizing for locking his out. His thoughts turned back to Eros and that amazing orgasm; his legs still felt like jelly.
Eros truly was beautiful, all that tan skin and dark hair and eyes. His eyes, even when he played coy during his scenes, still held so much emotion. For the second time that night, Eros reminded him of Iruka. Thinking about Iruka made his stomach churn with guilt - he still never answered the teacher. Sighing, careful to not disturb Pakkun, he rolled over and reached for his mobile.
Once freed of its charger, Kakashi settled back and reread Iruka's messages. God, he really had made him worry, and here it was nearly ten at night and he was finally getting back to him. Kakashi felt like a shitty friend. He stared at the screen for a few minutes longer before finally deciding what to say.
Hey, sorry it's taken me the better part of the day to get back. My mobile was off and got kicked around my bed by Pakkun; I'm sorry for worrying you, but everything is fine. I know it's late, but I just wanted you to know. See you tomorrow X
Kakashi hit send without a second thought, only noticing too late the small text kiss he sent along with it. "No, no, no!" Kakashi scrambled, sitting up so abruptly that Pakkun bounced on the bed. "Shit, I can't take that back. Fucking idiot."
Kakashi dropped back to his pillow with a groan, his mobile discarded in his lap. He'd just blame his phone - blame that damn programing. Maa, Iruka - autocorrect. What can you do? Nothing, because he'd be lying through his damn teeth.
The phone vibrated to signal a message. Curiously, Kakashi leaned up to see a reply from Iruka. He would have bet money the teacher would have already been in bed.
I won't lie and say I wasn't worried, but I'm glad you're okay. :)
Kakashi swallowed - he didn't mention the kiss. Maybe he could play it off. Maa, I'm touched!
You should be - I don't worry about just anyone. ;) But I need to go to sleep. I'll see you tomorrow.
Good night, Mr. Umino. :P
Ha-ha, Kakashi. Good night X
Kakashi blinked - well, so much for playing that off.
A/N: Oh Iruka, you sneaky devil. :3 Please tell me what you all thought! I need 'dem comments like Kakashi needs to get laid. So help one of us out lol.