Sorry about the delay, things came up.
Iruka didn't quite know what to say to that. He knew the other teen was just messing with him, but his mind went blank and he couldn't think of a good reply that would throw Kakashi off his game.
Kakashi watched as Iruka tried to process his suggestion. He expected the other boy to laugh him off or to maybe even punch him. Instead Iruka just sat there staring at him, maybe his brain was broken, or he was actually considering it.
As much as Kakashi would love to sleep with the other teen he didn't want a relationship, and Iruka didn't seem like the type to go for a one night stand. If he got into a relationship he'd have to socialize daily and if it got around that he was socializing more people would want to talk to him and know more about him and he definitely didn't want that.
He gave himself a mental shake and tossed the remote into Iruka's lap. "Goodnight." He said as he walked out of the room and up the stairs.
In his bedroom he stripped down to his boxers and crawled under his blankets. Why did he have to open his mouth? Why couldn't he just ignore the other teen like he did everybody else? It must be that blonde boy, Naruto. The one that looked so much like Arashi. He couldn't think straight with such an obvious reminder of his past staring at him with those big blue eyes.
He turned on his bedside lamp and looked around his room. Everything was organized and in it's place, just how he liked. He glanced over towards the far wall where his dresser was located, there was a stain on the carpet underneath it where Obito had spilled a glass of grape juice. The black haired boy's attempts to clean it up had only made it worse until it looked like a bucket of juice had been spilled instead of a cup. Naturally a fight had ensued when Kakashi discovered the stain, Arashi had broken them up and moved his dresser over the top of the stain to cover it then smiled at them and said, "There, good as new."
At the time Kakashi didn't think putting something over a stain qualified as 'good as new'. He still didn't, he just didn't have the heart to replace the carpet. As much as he didn't want to be reminded of the past he didn't ever want to forget it even though he wanted nothing more than to forget. Sometimes he gave himself headaches.
Kakashi reached under his mattress and pulled out an old photo. It was of all four of them, Obito, Kei, Arashi and himself. They all looked so happy, except for Kakashi who was glaring at Obito, the picture had been taken a day after the stain incident. Arashi was behind them with his hands on his and Obito's heads, Kei between the two of them. Happy and smiling and completely oblivious of what would happen to them in the near future.
He sighed and stuffed the picture back under his mattress. Leaving the lamp on he pulled the blankets over his head and tried to will himself to sleep, praying he didn't have any nightmares.
In the living room, Iruka was getting bored of flipping through channels, by the time he'd come up with a good come back it was far too late to chase after Kakashi and say it. He hated it when the really good come backs didn't come to him until after the fact.
It was getting rather late, he turned off the tv and stood. After stretching a bit he headed upstairs. Before going to his own room he quietly peaked in Naruto's room. The boy was sprawled out over the bed, the blankets kicked off to the ground. Iruka carefully tiptoed over to the bed and gently tucked his little brother back in.
After closing the door ever so quietly after him, Iruka went across the hall to his designated room. He pulled off his shirt and socks, deciding to leave his pants on, and slipped under the covers. He flicked off the bedside lamp and laid on his back staring at the darkened ceiling.
He felt bad for Kakashi, the guy was so alone. They'd both lost people close to them, but Kakashi didn't have somebody like Naruto to keep him company. He had those odd people, Jiraiya and Tsunade, but he got the feeling that visits from those two were few and far between, and probably not very comforting.
Iruka wanted so much just to hug the other boy and tell him everything would be alright but he didn't think that would go over very well. Instead he settled for trying coax more than a few words out of him at a time. Naruto seemed to get the most response out of Kakashi, maybe that had something to do with that Arashi Hatake guy. It has to be a little unsettling to meet what could possibly be the long lost son of his long dead adoptive father.
While he didn't want to hurt Kakashi by bringing up painful memories, but he wanted to know more about Arashi. Maybe even figure out if he really is Naruto's father. The resemblance had to be too close to be a coincidence, and if it was then that would just be weird. Even that Jiraiya guy had said they looked identical.
He rolled over and buried his face into the pillow. He should just stop thinking about it, about Kakashi to for that matter. At this rate he'd never get to sleep. Iruka turned and looked out the window, it was still snowing as hard as ever.
With a sigh he pushed himself off the mattress and stood up. Just a quick peek to see if he was up and then back to bed. Quietly, he crept out of his room and down the hall to Kakashi's bedroom. As he put his ear to the door to listen for any sounds he had the distinct feeling of a stalker. Hopefully Kakashi wouldn't be too upset if he was caught.
Hearing no sounds Iruka slowly turned the handle and pushed the door forward. He could tell a light was on so he stuck his head in, trying to come up with an excuse for bothering Kakashi so late. As it turned out he didn't need one, Kakashi was asleep, curled into a ball in the middle of the bed, covers pulled up to his chin.
Even asleep the silver haired teen looked bored, like sleeping was just another mundane task of life that was unavoidable.
Iruka stepped into the room and looked around. It was a standard bedroom with standard bedroom furniture, not much in the way of personal items. The old pug dog, Pakkun, was asleep on the floor near the end of the bed. A potted plant, that looked like it had seen better days, was on the window sill. A few books stacked neatly on the desk and some folded clothes on the chair. Other than that it was rather bare and depressing.
He walked quietly towards the bed. What was he going to do? He didn't know but couldn't stop himself from moving forward. When he made it to the bed he reached his hand out to touch Kakashi's hair. Before he could however the other teen jerked his head away and flung his arm out, nearly hitting Iruka in the chest.
Iruka very nearly had a heart attack before he realized Kakashi was still asleep, just dreaming. Now that kakashi wasn't so curled up Iruka could see the little twitches in his limbs that signified a dream. He watched as the other boy opened his mouth and with one rather violent jerk sat bolt up right in bed and screamed.
The only thing Iruka could think of was that Naruto would hear him and wake up. Quickly Iruka lunged for Kakashi and slammed a hand over the other teen's mouth, pinning him to the mattress.
It only took Kakashi a second to calm down and realize where he was. He threw Iruka off him and sat up. "Sorry, nightmare." He grunted.
"It's alright, I understand, I just didn't want you to wake up Naruto." Iruka said. He was blushing, Kakashi was really well built and only wearing boxers. He might be developing a small crush the other guy.
Kakashi picked at a loose thread on the blanket. He hadn't been caught having a nightmare in years, not since Jiraiya and Tsunade had stopped watching him like a hawk twenty-four seven, he was kind of embarrassed. A thought occurred to him. "Why are you in my room?" He asked.
"I um..." Iruka stuttered.
Kakashi grunted. "I was yelling in my sleep again, wasn't I?" He asked.
"Oh, uh, yeah" Iruka agreed. He probably shouldn't let him believe that he'd been doing something he hadn't but he didn't want Kakashi to think he was some kind of pervert.
"Sorry." Kakashi muttered. "I can't really help it though."
Iruka nodded. Trying not to look him in the eyes, he focused on his chest only just then noticing the long jagged scar that ran from Kakashi's left shoulder to under the waist band of his boxers. He reached out and traced it half way down with his index finger. "Where'd you get that?" He asked.
Kakashi sucked a breath as the other boy touched him. He grabbed iruka's hand. "Nowhere." He grunted.
Iruka realized that Kakashi probably wouldn't want to talk about it. "I, uh, I should go back to bed." He made to leave but Kakashi pulled him back by the hand he was still holding and with his free hand grabbed the back of Iruka's neck and kissed him.
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