Disclaimers: Naruto is not mine, sadly. This is purely a fanfic using someone else's characters.

Warnings: This story includes strong language, violence, sexual assault, explicit sexual content (yaoi), & angst.

Author Note: You know what's better than one Valentine's Day chapter? Two of them.

Happy Heart Day, darlings!~

Crazy About You

Chapter 9: Bedside Confessional

"You must know.. surely, you must know..."

- Mr. Darcy

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Kakashi flipped another page, fully immersed in his favorite book. Ok, maybe not fully immersed. He did glance up every few minutes to see if Iruka was awake yet, but so far no such luck.

He was feeling horribly restless, but he didn't want to leave until Iruka regained consciousness. Meaning that he was stuck for who knows how long, waiting it out in the infirmary he usually went out of his way to avoid. Not that Kakashi had any issues with that particular facility. The staff all seemed to have excellent bedside manner, they were plenty competent in their field, and his patients were never unnecessarily brought here. Their standards were high, their procedures well executed- none of that was the issue. No, Kakashi's reasons for being so uneasy in this place- in all hospitals for that matter- ran much deeper than that.

Kakashi might help people move past their pain, but that didn't necessarily mean he's found a way to get over his own. And hospitals just so happened to lie at the center of a lot of it.

Doesn't matter, he reminded himself. I'm not leaving Iruka's side until I get to say what I need to say.

After what might very well have been his hundredth time checking over his thoroughly worn copy of Icha Icha Paradise, Kakashi finally found those warm chestnut eyes opening up for him.

"Iruka.." he breathed, far more intimately than he had intended to.

He hurriedly cleared his throat, hoping to ease the intensity of it, but the damage was already done. He watched Iruka's eyes shoot wide open, his shock plenty apparent.

"Kakashi?"

Now it was Kakashi's turn to show his surprise. He wasn't sure he had ever heard the man address him so informally before. At least not to his face. Iruka seemed just as aware of that fact, and just as eager to amend it.

"I mean, sir.. what are you doing here?"

The silver fox gave him a delicate smile, one that Iruka felt penetrate his skin and instantly warm every fiber of his being. It was almost unbearable. He couldn't help but fidget under that look and the longer it lasted the worse it got.

It was wrong to accept a smile like that so easily. Iruka had ulterior motivates, and therefore misplaced hope. How would he ever be able to let go of his crush if he smiled at him like that?

"You.. you don't need to be here" Iruka went on, needing to say something, to cut through the tension accumulating between them. "I know that you're busy, sir, and I'm fine. I.. I made a mistake, but it won't happen again."

"Don't do that."

Iruka blinked, caught off guard by the seriousness in his voice, the heaviness in his gaze. "Do what?"

Kakashi closed his book without marking it, his eyes never leaving Iruka's. He rose to his feet and slowly approached, every step sending a shiver down Iruka's spine and anticipation shooting through his core.

Kakashi placed his hands on the cot and leaned in, bringing their faces level, keeping their eyes locked.

"Don't pretend you don't know."

Iruka stared at him, more confused than ever. "What are you talking about?"

He watched those dark eyes search his face before slowly, noticeably, falling to his lips. Iruka couldn't help but nervously lick them under that watchful stare and was sure he saw something ignite in them as he did.

What is he-

But Kakashi's voice cut off his thoughts immediately. The sound of it, husky and low like that- Iruka had never heard it before. And he was shocked to hear it now.

"I find that actions speak louder than words" Kakashi said smoothly. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he sought out those curious chestnut eyes once more. "Wouldn't you agree, Iruka?"

The way he said his name.. It echoed in his thoughts and reverberated down his spine, forcing him to shudder once more. Iruka watched Kakashi shift closer, saw his hand move towards his face, and still couldn't make sense of what was happening. It couldn't be what it looked like- that was impossible. But what else could it be?

"Sir..? What are you-"

Kakashi tangled his fingers in his hair, careful to avoid the bandages. He lightly fingered the loose ponytail before tightening his grip around it and giving it a sharp dominating jerk. Iruka couldn't stop himself from gasping, though the sound was filled with far more pleasure than surprise. He was instantly mortified, but Kakashi looked nothing short of pleased.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Iruka still couldn't tell if he was mocking him or flirting with him, or if this was something else entirely.

Kakashi wasn't willing to wait for him to figure it out. He pulled the brunette towards him and pressed his smile against those soft lips, finally claiming them for himself. The way he's wanted to for months. And, as it turns out, the real thing was by far better than he had imagined.

Iruka stiffened, utterly frozen in shock, but it didn't last long. The heat of Kakashi's embrace, the fire that's been burning through him for so long, thawed his icy demeanor and melted away his inhibitions with it. Iruka scooted closer and wrapped his hand around the back of Kakashi's neck, yanking him closer, moaning as their mouths pressed harder. He tilted his head, eager to deepen the kiss, and when Kakashi licked along his bottom lip he immediately granted him access.

"Mmnhnn.. nnhnn.."

Iruka couldn't stop moaning in ecstasy. And he couldn't get himself to care. This was everything he's ever wanted- everything he's been desperately, pitifully, pining after. He wanted Kakashi to devour him, ravish him. He didn't want him to ever stop.

And the feeling appeared to be pretty mutual because it didn't take much to convince that silver fox to crawl into bed with him.

Keeping their lips together, their tongues entangled, Kakashi climbed on top of him and gently pushed him back against the cot. Their bodies moved as one, puppets to their driving passion, and Iruka sank deeper. He slipped a hand under Kakashi's shirt, sliding his palm up his back as he pulled him closer, wanting to feel every inch of his firm body pressed tight against his own. There was so much power in those taut muscles, his huge hands. Iruka wanted to know what it was like to be thrown down by them, dominated by them. He wondered how gentle those fingers could be when they were shoved deep inside, how rough they could be as they grabbed his waist.

Iruka's cock pulsed with need, and he raised his core to rub it against Kakashi's- wanting him to know just how willing he was. Unfortunately, that was enough to break whatever lustful spell he had been under. That they were both under.

Kakashi pulled back and propped himself up on his forearms, and reality slammed into Iruka like a freight train.

"Oh my god.." he breathed. "I- I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me."

He tried to scoot back but Kakashi just shoved him back down with an exasperated sigh. "Iru-darling. You don't really think this was all one-sided, do you?"

"Iru-what? Did you just-"

"Yes. I did."

Kakashi lowered his face, bringing his mouth to Iruka's ear. "And I meant it" he murmured. "Same as I meant this-"

He kissed his ear.

"And this-"

Then his neck.

"And this."

He ground his hips against the brunette, smirking against his throat as he mewled beneath him.

Kakashi sat up once more, desire and amusement battling in his eyes. "But this isn't exactly the perfect place for it."

"Uhh.. yeah, yeah- sorry, I'm still trying to process what just happened.."

Kakashi sat up, adjusting his very obvious erection as he moved off of his equally enticed brunette. He sat on the edge of the cot and helped Iruka sit up to do the same, knowing he'd be able to think more clearly if he wasn't trembling beneath him.

"You look confused" Kakashi remarked.

"Yeah, you could say that."

Iruka shoved loose strands out of his face, shaking his head in disbelief. "Am I dreaming..?"

"Have you been dreaming about me, Iruka?"

"Of-of course not!"

"You're a terrible liar, darling."

Iruka's face reddened. "What makes you say that?"

"It's written all over your face."

Iruka struggled to find the words to refute that, but Kakashi beat him to it.

"In fact, it has been. For a while now."

Iruka felt something lodge in the back of his throat and cloud his eyes. He blinked it back, but his words came out disjointed and heavy on the way out.

"You're.. making fun of me.."

All humor fell from Kakashi's face. "Iruka. I'm being sincere."

The brunette shook his head. Even after their whole passionate display he simply could not believe that someone like Kakashi would be interested in someone like him.

"Kakashi.. I mean, sir, I don't need your sympathy. You don't need to force yourself to-"

The silver fox gave him an incredulous look. "You can't seriously think I would do all of that out of pity."

"You're saying it isn't?"

It was such a preposterous accusation that Kakashi didn't even know where to start. "You don't plan on making this easy for me, do you."

Iruka tilted his head, brows furrowed in blatant confusion. "What?"

Kakashi shook his head, still flabbergasted by the brunette's relentless denial. "Let's talk about this more at dinner, hm? Tonight. I'll pick you up at seven."

"Dinner?"

"Well.. to start." Kakashi gave him an impish look, not bothering to hide his deviousness. "We'll see where it goes from there."

Iruka stared at him- his boss, his longtime crush, and by far the sexiest man he had ever seen- in absolute bewilderment. He couldn't help but wonder if this place had finally rubbed off on him and he had completely gone insane.

Hell, maybe they both have.

"This is real, right?"

"I enjoy having you here, Iruka, but you're not a patient of mine. That would be entirely inappropriate."

"And being my boss isn't?"

"Not unless you want it to be."

Kakashi noticed the heat in his gaze, one that Iruka was terrible at hiding. He grinned. "In that case, maybe we should have.. dinner at my place instead?"

Iruka blinked- once, twice, three times- but Kakashi was still sitting there, still flirting with him, completely unabashed to show his interest. His mouth was still swollen from the passionate embrace and his cock still strained with triggered and pent-up desire. It was implausible, impossible, and yet unmistakably real.

Iruka rubbed his hand down his face, an incredulous laugh falling from his lips.

"I think I hit my head harder than I thought.."

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Gaara wasn't exactly sure how he pulled it off, maybe they just gave a lesser sentence to the new guy here, but some how he had been released from his room before the two he had antagonized.

Not that he was complaining. He had no interest in staying locked up in a padded cell for some indefinite length of time, but with the others gone he was back to square one. The blonde had been so easy to rile up, and his boyfriend's response to it was just as interesting. Gaara had been hoping to play with those two a bit more, but it looked like that wouldn't be happening for a while.

Which just meant that in the meantime he'd have to find a new toy to play with.

Gaara tucked his hands in his sweatpants pockets as he strolled around the room, searching every face along the way. He never knew what he was looking for necessarily- only that he'd recognize it the second he saw it.

Maybe it was a sort of innocence that he sought after- the kind of person he could thoroughly taint, that he could leave his mark with. Someone who wouldn't be able to easily forget him- who wouldn't be able to abandon their memories of him no matter how badly they wanted to.

Maybe there were certain features he was after. Gaara couldn't deny that he was attracted to his playthings, on one level or another. Sometimes to the point where he would make a move, try to push for more.. for a lot more. Sometimes just enough to tease them a bit, or simply because he enjoyed the sight of them while he made them squirm.

Yes, Gaara would know it when he saw it. And when he did, when he found the perfect toy, he would hold on tight.

And he wouldn't let go.

The thought occurred to him at the exact moment that he spotted his next target.

Gaara smiled.

He's perfect.

The redhead walked with newfound purpose, his eyes locked on the tempting new toy sitting by the window. He was alone and so far completely unaware of his presence, which was even better. Gaara grabbed a chair on his way over and dropped it down in front of him. The brunette turned to look at him in surprise, but he didn't seem scared.

Not yet.

Gaara sat down across from him and without a word bent forward and reached between his legs. He watched him flinch, but he wasn't fast enough. Gaara grabbed hold of the chair under him and roughly jerked him closer. Huge brown eyes stared at him and a slight yelp fell from his lips as he was jostled forward.

"No reason to be scared" Gaara said slyly. "I don't bite."

The brunette quickly regained his composure and even went so far as to give him a pointed look. "I have a hard time believing that."

Gaara's grin widened. "What's your name?"

"I'll tell you if you let go of my chair."

Gaara tilted his head, eyeing his new toy and thoroughly enjoying the view. He leaned in, invading more of that oh so coveted space.

"I have a hard time believing that" he echoed back.

He watched the brunette swallow hard, his brave facade slowly beginning to crack.

Just as he had hoped it would.

Gaara licked his lips. "Your name" he said firmly. "Let's hear it."

He could see him trying to figure out a way out of this. Those nervous cinnamon eyes shot over towards the orderlies, but they weren't looking their way. And even if they happened to, Gaara had him angled just right- they would never know that he needed their help. Not unless he shouted out for it. And this one didn't seem like the type to do that- at least, not right away.

Left with little alternative, and already wary of how close Gaara continued to get, the brunette finally gave in.

"Kiba" he said quietly.

"My name.. is Kiba."

Author Note:

Of course I quoted Mr. Darcy in the beginning. It's Valentine's Day, for fucks sake! What am I, a heathen? I mean, sure, yes- but that's besides the point! Because when all else fails, one must turn to Pride & Prejudice's alluring and annoying Darcy darling!

… I honestly don't even know what I'm talking about anymore. Stop listening to me. I'm delirious from lack of sleep. The real question is should I actually sleep or should I just skip it and start chapter 10?

Chapter 10 it is!

"Get my bags, Cinnamon! To the angst!~"