A/N Ok, so this little ficlet wasn't complete after all. But it is now! Sometimes these things are just determined to be trilogies so I caved and added a third part. It's fairly lemony, so read at your own risk. This is where the fic REALLY earns its M rating, you have been warned. If this kind of thing isn't to your taste then now would be a good time to leave. The author takes no responsibility for clothing and other items soiled by nose bleeds and other… well I'm sure you get the idea.

And… if you'd like to make a comment I'd be delighted to hear from you, if you'd sooner keep your opinions to yourself then that's perfectly ok too. Now on to part III, enjoy!

A Taste of Moonlight.

The silver-haired shinobi woke with a start, a fraction of a second before he actually heard the rap on his front door. He cracked open an eye and frowned at the gathering dusk that had filled his apartment with gloom and shadows.

Damn, he'd fallen asleep on his couch again. And he'd thought he was past that already. Adjusting his mask, he ghosted across the sparsely furnished space with grace that a man who'd just woken from a deep sleep had no right to possess, flipped on the light and opened the door.

And there stood Umino Iruka, blushing prettily and clutching a small orange book against his chest tight enough to wrinkle the stiff fabric of his jacket.

"Ah… Kakashi-sensei, I er…" He extended an arm, proffering the book, still held in a deathgrip. "I finally tracked it down. But you see you'd already left the hospital so…"

Kakashi could feel the teacher's eyes on his lips. They burned. The heated gaze penetrated his mask, igniting a chain reaction of tingles that spread in a delicious wave, a tsunami of anticipation, until it had invaded every nerve and every fibre of his being.

Without a second thought he yanked at the dark covering, letting it settle into soft folds at his throat.

Iruka's eyes remained fixed on their target as he sucked in a breath. And Kakashi felt more than heard the slight tremble when he released it several seconds later. He didn't need to be a genius to know that Umino Iruka's mere presence on his doorstep, and that tiny shudder, had said more than any breathless confession ever could.

He had come to him… again.

There was a click from the door closing, and before he'd had time to realize it, Iruka had been pulled inside. He hopped and almost tripped as he kicked off his shoes at the threshold.

Kakashi suppressed a snicker, ah yes this was a rare one, sticking to proprieties even at a time like this. But that was good, the most tightly wound spring was the one that would uncoil fastest, and offer the biggest kick.

A moment later Iruka was seated on an overstuffed couch. It was pale green, patterned with pointed leaves (or were they kunai), with Kakashi at the other end facing him and flicking through the pages of his book.

Tension crackled between them like sparks from a chidori.

"So… did you read it?"

A new blush, deeper than its predecessor, spread over the chuunin's cheeks.

"No! Of course not. I… I would never…"

Kakashi's lips twisted into a half smile. "I'm teasing Iruka-sensei."

But the look in that one blue eye wasn't a tease. It was dark. And deadly serious.

There was a beat, a brief moment of hesitation.

Kakashi heard Iruka swallow.

They both pounced together, meeting in the middle of the couch in a tangle of limbs. Two pairs of desperate hands and two sets of hungry lips sought out slivers of bare skin, leaving hair disheveled and shirts askew.

"Bed?"

A dark ponytail bobbed in agreement and they were through the open bedroom door, rumpling the shuriken print cover on the large bed.

Iruka slipped off his jacket and dropped it onto the floor.

It was all the permission Kakashi needed to strip him of everything else. The memory of a hard body pressed against a wall, of soft hair and softer breath, was swept aside by the reality of naked skin, dusky in the remains of half-light and the first dim glimmers of the rising moon.

Gods! He was afraid the sight would finish him right then and there. He moved to shed his clothes just as fast but was held back by strong hands at his waist.

"No. Please, let me, I've been imagining this for… well, for a while."

Ok… that was an attractive option too. Kakashi took a deep restraining breath and closed his eyes.

Iruka's hands slipped under his shirt and slowly, much too slowly, traveled over the hard plane of his stomach, the harder cage of his chest, and the sinewy muscles of his lower arms. He could feel the press of each finger, the mounds and hollows of both palms as they explored upwards, gathering and tugging fabric as they went. The cool evening air chilled his exposed skin. But that wasn't what was giving him gooseflesh, or what was making him breathe so fast that he was starting to feel dizzy.

As he felt his shirt and headband tugged off he opened his eyes, to see Iruka looking at him. Not just looking, but looking with the kind of lust that he'd only read about in his books.

The teacher licked his lips. "Kakashi. You… you're…"

Then his hands were diving below his waistband.

"What other treasures do you keep covered up Kakashi-sensei?"

He raised his hips to let Iruka ease off the loose sweats he'd been lounging in, leaving him bare.

And exposing the part Iruka had been longing to see ever since he'd first seen Kakashi's face. It was dark at the tip, fading to a paler monochrome, nested in a pillow of curls, ash white against silver skin in the faint shreds of light from the half moon that was now chinning itself above the Konoha skyline.

"Beautiful."

Iruka had taken the word from his mouth.

Kakashi scanned broad shoulders, a firm chest, narrow waist, and the most droolworthy goodies he'd seen in a long time. The other man had more hair than he did, a clean stripe of black from navel to groin, ending in soft black fur.

And Cupid himself couldn't come armed with a more delectable dart.

Kakashi was disturbed from his musings by a breathy whisper in his ear. "Where's the lube?"

"Lube? You want me to… "

The nerves at his core clenched into a tight knot. Yes of course he did, all the way. That had been the promise left unsaid in the damp air of the hospital garden.

And as that thought was percolating into his consciousness, Kakashi realized with stark horror that drained the joy of living from his very bones, that he did not, as it happened, have any lube.

In fact, despite his well cultivated hentai reputation, he rarely indulged in carnal pleasures, other than his books and his own vivid imagination. And he had not been tempted to entertain an actual flesh and blood partner for some time.

His mind raced through contents of his apartment for suitable substitutes.

"Oil, in the kitchen. In the fridge."

Iruka crawled off the bed and headed towards the door.

Kakashi flicked on a lamp to light his way, watching the dance of dust motes caught in its golden beam, admiring the flex and roll of golden buttocks, tight and hard enough to bounce a kunai off.

Ah… but he was planning on using a much blunter weapon.

And then Iruka was back, sliding onto the bed, killing the light, and pressing a cold glass bottle into his hand. It was already weeping droplets of condensation as if it was sweating out its anticipation along with him.

"Sesame oil? It's got a very strong flavour."

There was a barely suppressed chuckle. "Kakashi, you may exceptionally well hung but I doubt that I'll be able to taste it."

Iruka tracked his eyes along the evidence.

Then he laughed out loud. They both laughed, throwing their heads back, clutching at each others quivering sides, sucking in harsh gasps of air, both reaching for the bottle as they tried not to spill it.

And suddenly it was much more than just sex.

They kissed, nibbling, tasting, sucking, stoking the need that rolled off them in waves. Cold oil drizzled onto overheated skin and the musky nutty scent of sesame filled the room, along with the muskier smell of aroused male bodies and the faint night odour of clean sheets.

Iruka lay back and spread his thighs, clutching at air with his fists as Kakashi slid one oil-slick hand between them, massaging Iruka's tight sensitive tissue, probing and stretching, teasing his inner membranes. All the while making him hiss and groan with his other well oiled hand.

Kakashi was aware of everything, every star starting to glitter in the sky, every nocturnal rustling of every bird roosting in the trees beyond his windows, every spider hanging crouched in the corners of him room, even the roiling turmoil of every molecule crashing a Brownian path in the air between them. And then it all collapsed into a laser focus on the shivers and sighs and unspoken pleadings of the man beneath him.

They were ready, no more teasing, no more foreplay, as if a signal that only they could hear had sounded out its note. They both held their breath as he took the final step to join their bodies. Iruka squirmed to adjust his position, whether from discomfort or impatience he couldn't tell, but it didn't really matter. There was no holding back now. Kakashi maintained the same rhythm with his hand, feeling his lips curve into a smile at the jolts and keening noises he was getting in response. As he caressed that sweet spot over and over.

Yes, it was much more than sex.

Their perfect fit, their perfect tempo, each completing an aching void that he'd been vaguely aware of since the first time Iruka had been dragged haltingly into his personal space. Flames of pleasure licked from the tight nexus of heat between and within them, sucking in oxygen until their breathing was reduced to harsh ragged pants. Iruka came first, choking out his open mouthed orgasm with a strangled cry. Then Kakashi released his last tiny vestige of control with a grunt and a gasp. Spilling his seed so deep within the other's body that he almost suspected that Iruka might taste it after all.

Kakashi collapsed in a boneless slump, feeling a distant sense of guilt over the discomfort his full weight must be causing. But he had no choice, and Iruka didn't seem to mind. In fact he pulled him closer by winding his arms around him. Their two hearts hammered against the frail barriers of flesh between them, as if each was trying to force its way into the other's chest. Time hovered in the distance until their breathing slowed and each of them re-established his own centre.

Eventually the messy film of liquids sandwiched between them began to register. Kakashi rolled over and off the bed, dragging his softened cock from its willing home and drawing a fresh line of semen and oil over Iruka's thigh, to cool along with the film of sweat that was already there. He staggered into his bathroom and snatched up the closest towel. He'd be a poor host to leave his guest lying in a puddle of cold spooge, the very least he could do was to blot him dry with the kind of care afforded a precious work of art.

But damn, now he was tired again. Bone tired. After cleaning himself he stretched onto his side and let his eyes drift over the beautiful creature that had fallen into his life.

Well at least this time he had a decent excuse.

"I… I suppose I should go." Iruka rolled up and sat on the edge of the bed to pull on his pants.

Kakashi snaked an arm around his waist. He didn't want him to go, really didn't want him to go. He didn't want this to be 'it', didn't want this perfect evening to end. Ever. There was a tendril of dread threading into his heart at the idea of being left alone in the cold moonlight.

"You're welcome to stay… the night. That is if you want to."

Iruka lay back down then rolled over so that their faces were just inches apart, puffing soft breath onto pale skin with each word.

"I wish I could. I mean I want to, I'd love to, but I promised Naruto…"

"Of course. Naruto."

"Maybe next time?"

Kakashi brushed back a stray lock of dark hair then let his hand trail down the teacher's cheek and strong jaw. His lips parted in a rare genuine smile, one that only a handful of others had ever seen.

So Iruka was planning on a next time. Good.

"I knew I'd have you Iruka, the third time you came to me."

There was a small explosion of happy laughter and in an instant Iruka was on his knees above him in a position of dominance, trapping his hands on either side of his head. The chuunin leaned down to brush his lips against his forehead, the tip of his nose, and to claim those kiss swollen lips one more time.

And then he was fully dressed and leaving, already almost out of the bedroom door when he turned back, a glint of mockery dancing in his eyes in the moonlight.

"Kakashi-sensei… you know perfectly well that you had me the first time."