Warnings: More heavy smut... and much bad language ^^

Tales of Casablanca Mansion

Tale Two

The Teacher and the Caretaker

Great. Just freaking great.

Iruka growled in annoyance at the letter in his hand, crumpling the paper into a small ball when he clenched his hands in anger. What the hell was he supposed to do now? Stomping into the small kitchen he didn't even reflect over the way he automatically set a pot of water on the stove, going through the motions to make tea whenever he was upset without even thinking about it.

He flung the balled up letter on the table along with the morning paper, cursing silently all the while. Thoughts whirled in his head, spinning around and were starting to form into a nagging headache while they were at it.

How the hell was he supposed to find a new place to live in with only two weeks' notice? He glared at the letter as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, seething. How dare that fucking landlord of his do this to him? He'd paid the rent yesterday; the old bastard could've said something then! Something like:

"I'm sorry Umino-san but you're going to have to move within two weeks. Why? Because I'm going to raise the rent with almost fifty percent and I know that you can't afford it with your salary, that's why."

"Cheap old bat", Iruka muttered and turned to the stove when the water started to boil. He made some tea and then slumped down at the small table, heaving a tired sigh as he stared down into his mug. The imagined conversation with his landlord was right though… There was no way in hell Iruka could afford his small but modern condo with his current salary, just like it was no way in hell he would ever consider looking for another job.

He loved working as a kindergarten teacher, loved the little brats despite the fact that they drove him mad and the crappy pay. Iruka was a simple man, he didn't care about money as long as he had enough to pay his bills and put food on his table. With that knowledge about himself Iruka now was left with two options: Get another job or move.

"Moving it is", the teacher sighed again, taking a sip of tea and then reached up to tug the tie keeping his long hair in a tail loose, brown strands falling around his shoulders in mussed tangles. He raked his unoccupied hand through the messy tresses, sighing for the third time as he reached for the folded newspaper in front of him.

Iruka was the kind of person that once determined to do something he did it without looking back. And seeing as he had decided to move, however reluctant, he didn't waste any time mulling or brooding over it. He needed a new place to stay though it didn't sit well with him. He really liked his current home. It only took him five minutes to walk to the school from here, his son, Naruto, lived nearby and he knew all of his neighbors.

Iruka couldn't really understand why the nice old man that owned the old, charming building had decided to up the rent that much either. Iruka could've felt more understanding if it had been maybe five or even ten percent, but thirty-five?

Shaking off the anger that began to rise again with that train of thought, Iruka spread out the paper, leafing through the pages until he came to the ad section. Surely there had to be someone who was willing to take on a new tenant with short notice, right? He scanned the pages, his brown eyes darting from ad to ad in search for the right one, mumbling to himself all the while.

"Not big enough… not close enough… that's no good either… too small… too big… too expensive… too – wait what?"

His eyes caught a small, nondescript ad, modest in its simplicity at the very bottom of the last page.

Rooms for hire.

Three rooms with shared communal areas, in a calm and peaceful neighborhood. For further information please contact the caretaker of Casablanca Mansion.

Iruka's interest was stirred. Three rooms at Casablanca Mansion? Iruka had, of course, heard the rumors about the mansion but never really believed in them. He wasn't much for supernatural phenomena, as he was a man with his feet firmly planted on the ground. He believed in things he could see, hear or touch end of story. The brunette scoffed as he reached for the cordless phone on the windowsill behind him, dialing the number advised in the ad.

Well, rumors or not… as long as the rent's decent I'm out of here.

Casablanca Mansion was nothing like Iruka had ever imagined it would be. Firstly, it was in far better condition, secondly it was a beautiful building; it even had a small tower! And thirdly it had a kind of… indistinct atmosphere, not cold or menacing by all means just… indescribable. He'd gaped at the columned portico, admired the leaded windows and snickered at the gargoyles perched at the edges of the roof.

But the true beauty awaited him when he stepped inside the polished wooden door. He'd been standing in the lobby – because it couldn't be described as anything else – gaping at the marvelous ceiling, the curved staircase with the carved banisters and the sheer expanse of shining, white marble floor for a about ten minutes already.

It was fantastic to be honest, and he could hardly believe that it was going to be his home from now on. After speaking with the caretaker, a Mr. Hatake, two weeks ago and finding out that the rent was way lower than his previous home it didn't take Iruka more than fifteen minutes to take the decision. He didn't care that he hadn't a clue of what it looked like or how big it was.

It was three, furnished rooms for him while he would have to share the bathrooms and other areas with the other tenants. Not that he minded, though, he was used to sharing. First from growing up in an orphanage, then he moved into a dorm at college and lastly he'd lived with his son the last ten years since he graduated from college.

Something in his periphery vision caught Iruka's attention, pulling him out of his thoughts, and he turned his head towards the top of the stairs. He didn't think too deeply of what he glimpsed at first, only to do a double take a second later. Iruka blinked and almost rubbed his eyes when he thought he saw… No, that couldn't be right. He did not just see a naked man walk by. He must be more tired than he previously thought.

Shaking his head, the brunette smiled at his own silliness and took another look around the grand lobby. Spotting a paper posted on the wall just at the end of the stairs, he walked over to take a look at what it could be. It was a list, but a kind of list that Iruka had never come across before.

House rules

1: Don't disturb the other tenants (if it's not important don't knock on my door.)

2: Respect each other's' privacy (especially mine.)

3: Keep your shit to yourselves (you don't see mine lying around here, do you?)

4: Clean up after yourselves (I'm the caretaker, not your mom.)

5: If you use the last of the toilet paper you replace it immediately (And I mean immediately!)

6: If a light bulb breaks change it yourselves (you're at least capable of that right?)

And lastly, don't bug me unless: Something's burning, a disaster is about to happen or if there's a pipe broken.

Thank you for your cooperation.

The list was signed with a smiling scarecrow and Iruka's jaw dropped the more he read.

"…the hell? What kind of list is this?"

"A rather specific to-the-point one I believe", a voice behind him chimed in, causing the brunette to yelp in surprise and turn around, his startled brown gaze colliding with a pair of mismatched, grey and red eyes.

"Hello", the man smiled. Or Iruka thought he did as he couldn't see more than the upper half of the face, only the eyes that curved happily. The rest was covered by black fabric, the snug fitting polo shirt pulled up to cover the man's face all the way over his nose.

He was tall and lanky, towering over Iruka and the smaller man couldn't help but wonder over the crown of messy, and seemingly gravity defying, silver hair, on the top of the man's head. The bangs where slightly long and fell in his face, almost hiding the red eye from sight.

"H-hello", he stuttered and took a surprised step back, the man stood way too close for comfort. While Iruka didn't mind people being close in general, he didn't like it when his personal space was so unashamedly invaded by a total stranger.

"You're the new tenant right?" the man asked and arched his right eyebrow, standing there slightly slouched with his hands causally in his pockets. Remembering his manners, Iruka blushed and quickly dropped the bag in his right hand, thrusting it out towards the other.

"I'm so sorry for my rudeness. I'm Umino Iruka, the tenant of room four." The man slowly let his eyes wander over him, making him aware of the old, ratty jeans he wore and the too tight t-shirt he'd pulled on earlier that morning when he'd rolled out of bed. While the look wasn't intrusive in the least, Iruka still couldn't shake the feeling of being felt up by it. He shivered a little when the man's eyes seemed to linger on his face, or more specifically his lips.

Slowly, the man withdrew his own right hand and took Iruka's in a firm grip. The hand was large and warm, swallowing his own as long, elegant fingers wrapped themselves around his in an almost intimate manner. Iruka tried not to blush when a jolt of warmth rushed through him at the contact, and he reached up with his unoccupied hand to rub self-consciously over the scar crossing the bridge of his nose.

"I'm Hatake Kakashi, the caretaker. Welcome to Casablanca Mansion."

Oh. Oh! So this was the man he'd talked to over the phone with two weeks earlier. Iruka couldn't say that he would've ever connected the deep, faceless voice with the man in front of him. Now that he was faced with both a face – well sort of - and a body to that voice… To his dismay he felt a small spark igniting deep inside of him, instantly attracted to the man despite the lack of facial features aside from that strange, but still compelling, gaze. Now that he looked closer Iruka could see that the red eye was bisected by a narrow scar. Perhaps it was the result of an accident then? Kakashi cleared his throat when the silence stretched out; reminding Iruka of his manners again and making him blush even more, berating himself for staring in such a blatant way.

"Er… thanks. Um… this might sound strange but… there was just a naked person up there?" It came out like a question, and Kakashi smiled when Iruka pointed at the top of the stairs, seeing the attempt to avert attention from him for what it was.

"That's Itachi, the owner. Don't mind him; he just likes to walk around in the nude."

Iruka gave the other man an incredulous look, clearly doubting his mental health when the silver-haired man didn't seem to be even slightly disturbed or embarrassed by that fact.

"… so does he do that often?"

"What? Wanders around naked?"

"Um… well yes."

"Sure, it happens all the time."

"Okay then." Kakashi chuckled when Iruka blushed harder, and reached up to put his hand on the smaller man's shoulder, squeezing the firm muscle gently.

"It's not a common thing to see him naked outside of his rooms though, so you don't have to worry about that. Usually he limits himself to the balcony." That sounded even worse! Iruka couldn't help but wonder of what kind of people lived here. Kakashi smiled when he caught the brunette's distraught expression, but changed the subject to spare the poor man from even more embarrassment.

"Would you like a tour of the communal areas before I show you to your room?" he asked politely, though to Iruka it came out sounding incredibly bored. He shot a glance at the taller man, wondering about the hand still resting on his shoulder. He didn't acknowledge that the appendage seemed to burn his skin through the fabric, sending small tendrils of heat through him.

"Um… sure", Iruka retorted, giving a small sigh of relief when Kakashi's hand dropped and went to the back of his pants. First Iruka though that the man was about to grope his own ass, but then the hand reappeared with a book in its grasp. Iruka frowned when he saw that it was a small, orange paperback and… wait a minute. Wasn't that…?

"Isn't that…er…?" He couldn't finish the sentence, not when Kakashi raised an eyebrow and gave him a sardonic look.

"It's Icha Icha, yes." Iruka blushed and averted his eyes, resisting the urge to rub the scar over his nose again.

"That's like… uh a p-porno book or something, right?" The same warm chuckle reached his ears again, sounding oddly patronizing.

"It's a piece of literature that portrays raunchy, erotic adventures of various men and women with a touch of pell-mell satiric humor."

"Porn", Iruka deadpanned, making Kakashi laugh this time as he flipped the book open.

"Porn", the caretaker confirmed. "Now then, to your right you have the dining area, kitchen and laundry room. To your left you have the living room and the library. Your rooms are up the stairs, down the hall on your right. There are five other set of rooms up there, number six is Itachi's and the rest is rented out. You make your own food and clean up after yourself.

There are three refrigerators, label your food, two washing machines, just write your name on the list on the door to the laundry room and it's yours to use as you please.

You have two bathrooms down here on the bottom floor and three upstairs, all are shared spaces so I suggest that you keep your things to yourself and don't scatter them all over the place. I am only in charge of maintenance, not to look after you or your fellow tenants. I don't cook, I don't clean and I don't like to be pestered with stupid questions. Now, do you have any?"

Iruka's jaw dropped, gaping at the older man as he drawled on with his monologue. Was he serious? Was this a tour of the house? What the hell! Realizing that Kakashi had stopped talking and was glancing at him over the edge of his book, Iruka blinked at him, clearly looking as confused as he felt.

"Do I have any what?"

"Any questions?" How was he even supposed to dare ask the man something when he'd just stated he didn't want people to do that?

"Um… no. Thank you", Iruka added as an afterthought, trying to be polite and keep his temper down, when Kakashi's blunt ways managed to raise his hackles.

"All right then, make yourself at home and I'll see you around." With that he sauntered off into the living room, his face buried in his book as he maneuvered around furniture and left a stunned Iruka behind.

What a weirdo… I hope the other people living here aren't as strange.

Had Iruka only known what lay in wait for him, he would've burnt the paper with the ad in it as soon as it hit his table two weeks ago...

It didn't take Iruka more than a week to realize that the other tenants, including the owner himself, were a crazy bunch that had, unfortunately, gathered in the same place.

He'd stumbled over the naked owner himself after merely two hours, after he'd located his rooms and put his things away. Naruto would come with the rest of his clothes and things he wanted to keep later that week. The rest of Iruka's furniture had been stored and some went to Naruto's own home, he needed it more than his father did anyway.

Admiring the view from the balcony doors, Iruka had forgotten what Kakashi said about Itachi frequently walking around undressed out on the stone veranda. He'd walked out there with the intent of getting a better look at the back yard, only to stop dead in his tracks with the sight greeting him: A tall, slender and stunningly good looking, dark haired man, standing in all his naked glory before a half-finished canvas.

A heavy blush had painted Iruka's cheeks as he couldn't do anything but stand and gape at the man. He was flabbergasted, unable to utter a single word when the man had turned his head and regarded him with an amused smirk curving his beautiful mouth. He'd been given a regal nod, a brief introduction "You are the new tenant I see. I'm Uchiha Itachi, the owner." and then the man had utterly ignored Iruka, his state of undress, the world in general, and went back to his painting. Iruka had managed to squeak out a strained "Nice to meet you." before he fled back to the safety of his rooms.

When he'd gone down later to make himself something to eat, he'd met Haku and Zabuza, tenants of room three. At first he thought the small, delicate and beautiful Haku was a girl and the bulky and vicious looking Zabuza her father, until Haku gave the tall, intimidating man a kiss. Turned out Haku was a man, albeit short and delicate, and that they were in a relationship. It didn't disturb Iruka the slightest, he was bi himself, but then he spotted the collar around Zabuza's neck.

After some subtle inquiring, Haku happily told Iruka all about their D/s relationship. Iruka would've never pegged the small, gentle man for a Dom or even touched the thought of Zabuza being a submissive, but then again, he wasn't one to be judgmental. He'd had a very nice meal with the two of them, learning to know them during the hour he spent in their company.

Haku owned a floral shop a couple of blocks away and Zabuza was a construction worker for the company that had been hired to remodel Casablanca Mansion.

Iruka also discovered that Zabuza was far nicer than his appearance let on, being courteous, albeit a little quiet and not so talkative. And somehow, the subject of Kakashi came up during their dinner, not that Iruka brought him up. It was all Haku's doing.

"You know, it is strange Umino-san. Nobody actually sees him doing anything around here but the place is still in top condition."

"That's because I was a ninja in my former life. And because I'm awesome like that." They all jumped when the caretaker suddenly spoke up from behind them.

"Oh, we didn't see you there Hatake-san." Haku's laughter was as lovely as his mellow voice, making Iruka feel more relaxed. He'd tensed up as soon as he'd seen Kakashi.

"I told you Haku, to call me Kakashi", the silver haired man said behind his book, ignoring Zabuza's growl of annoyance.

Nothing more significant had been said after that and Iruka soon took his leave, trying not to show the blush on his cheeks as he glanced at the caretaker when he passed by.

Then he ran into room one's tenant later that evening, on his way to one of the bathrooms. He had never been more freaked out in his life! Orochimaru had managed to scare the crap out of him just by greeting him.

"Well hello there, don't you look just… yummy…?"

"E-excuse me?" The tall, almost sickly pale man smiled unpleasantly as he flipped his long, greasy, black hair back over his shoulders. His strange yellow eyes raked down over the smaller man in a manner that left Iruka highly unsettled.

"You must be new here. I am Orochimaru and I live in room one." The hoarse, almost hissing tremor sent shivers of disgust down Iruka's spine, and he shifted on his feet, fidgeting nervously when the older man loomed over him. He had to suppress the urge to press his back against the wall, telling himself he was feeling ridiculous when the need to protect his ass grew out of proportion.

"N-nice to meet you, I'm Umino Iruka." Well, he could at least be polite right?

Iruka didn't want to feel that way right off the bat, but he couldn't help it. Orochimaru was apparently a scientist working at the nearby university and also seemed to have a slight obsession with the owner, as he mentioned Itachi's name six times in the span of ten minutes.

Iruka hadn't had a chance in hell to help but shiver when the tall, pale man licked his lips with an obscenely long tongue every time he talked about their landlord, or how slimy his voice sounded. Iruka knew he never had or would, encounter a more unpleasant man. How did Itachi even think about being naked with him around? Given the way Orochimaru sounded when speaking of a man so much younger than himself, Iruka wouldn't have been surprised if the scientist frequently lurked around at playgrounds with a candy bag in his hands; hoping to lure a kid or two to him, so he could molest them.

After he'd given a quick excuse to the man, silently vowing to keep a close eye on the kids at his school; he bolted for his room, abandoning the shower in favor of entertaining the thought of never setting a foot outside the door again.

Two days later with no meeting with the rest of the people living there, Iruka had the misfortune to come across room five's tenant while Naruto brought the rest of his stuff. The brunette had never thought he'd ever meet any other person that could beat his son's rudeness and foul mouth. He was proved wrong five seconds after meeting Hidan. Despite his handsome appearance the man was the priest in a cult – Jashin – and wouldn't he or Naruto be interested in joining?

No, they were not and thanks to that they were submitted to the scolding of their life. Naruto, being the foul-mouthed hothead he was, launched himself into a shouting match with Hidan, curses polluting the air while they stood nose to nose with each other. Iruka had tried his best to placate them, to no avail. While the two idiots exhausted their vocal cords, Iruka stood back with a tired sigh, never noticing Kakashi popping up next to him.

"You can take your Ja-Jas… arrgh! Your fucking Jasmine-sama or whatever and shove him up your ass!"

"You dare to call my Jashin-sama – my GOD – Jasmine? Seriously, you're even more stupid than your looks let on!"

"What the fucking fuck, you stupid dickwad!" Iruka cringed at Naruto's words, wondering just where he went wrong while raising the feisty blond.

"Shut your fucking pie hole and get your fugly mug outta my face, you filthy heathen!" Ah well… it's not like his son didn't give as well as he got back.

"Motherfucker! I'll rip off your head and shit down your neck you freaking waste of air, go and die!" Oh, so Naruto heard him that time when he'd yelled at Ebisu, that molesting freak, all those years ago. Well, there he had his answer as to where Naruto had picked all those lines up. He almost blushed, feeling a little guilty. He never cursed usually, unless his temper got the best of him, which unfortunately was the case most of the times.

"So… who's the blond?" Iruka jumped and turned to Kakashi, a blush coloring his cheeks red the second he laid eyes on the caretaker.

"Where the hell did you come from?"

"I was born here."

"Huh?"

"I was born here in Konoha."

"Er… that's not what I meant…" God dammit! How could he make Iruka feel so stupid with just one raised eyebrow and a sardonic glance?

"I know…" The smug tone raised Iruka's hackles without a flaw, but he quickly clamped down on his boiling temper, trying to compose himself before he lashed out at the other man.

"That's Naruto, my son", he answered instead. Kakashi took his eyes off his book for a moment, to look between Iruka and Naruto, raising his other eyebrow too.

"Really? I congratulate your ability to have a child at such a young age."

"Huh?"

"You must've had him when you were what… twelve or thirteen? I imagine it couldn't have been easy."

"He's adopted", Iruka curtly told the man, glaring at him, which was ignored when Kakashi just strolled on, still with his face in the book.

"I see, no wonder you don't look alike", he tossed over his shoulder, once again making Iruka feel like an idiot for no reason whatsoever.

Fifteen minutes later, when the two, cursing idiots' voices were hoarse and they seemed to have run out of bad words to throw at each other, Iruka had grabbed Naruto by the scruff of his neck and dragged him up the stairs, not bothering to even try and be nice to Hidan.

And then, three days later, Iruka bumped into Deidara, literally. They'd crashed into each other when Iruka was heading upstairs from breakfast. He'd been in other thoughts when he'd heard a yelp, a series of crashes and looked up just in time to catch the blond tumbling down the steps. Thanks to Iruka's firm grip on the banister they managed to avoid falling down the rest of the stairs, wobbling precariously on the edge of the step Iruka had been standing on.

"Thanks man, you really spared me a broken neck, yeah." The blond's words came out muffled, his face pressed against Iruka's shoulder. The brunette managed to right them both, taking a cautious step back when the other man seemed to have regained his balance.

"You're welcome." Blue eyes, a shade paler than Naruto's vibrant, azure color peaked out from under long, blond bangs; the rest of the hair pulled into a tight pony tail high on his head. The pale strands fell down over the blond's back, as he flicked them back over a shoulder.

Iruka couldn't help but notice the strange outfit at the same time, now that he could see the blond better. What in the world was he wearing? It seemed like a crossbreed between a dress and shirt, but it came out looking more like a curtain haphazardly draped over him, almost like a toga.

Wait a minute… that actually did look a lot like the purple drape that used to hang-

"So you're the new guy Hidan told me about?" Iruka snapped back to reality, the usual blush when caught in a strange situation coloring his cheeks.

"Um, yeah. I'm Umino Iruka and I live in room four." He offered his hand, which was ignored when the other gave him a once over.

"Huh… I'm Deidara, room two. How would you like to model for me, yeah?"

"Uh…" How could he possibly answer that in a way that didn't sound too… well dumb he guessed? He worried for nothing though, Deidara rambled on without waiting for a reply.

"I'm an artist and I need a new model. I've asked Itachi – he's an old buddy of mine – but he refused, fucking evil asshole that he is, yeah."

"Uh…" Ah… another great day for Umino Iruka and his eloquent replies.

"It's just a nude study, really, and I've been looking for a body like yours, you're perfect!" Iruka had to quench the need to cover his groin when Deidara's eyes raked down over his form, the blush burning hotly on his cheeks.

"I'm… flattered, really, and thanks. But no thanks." The blond's face fell, making Iruka feel guilty for his denial however unreasonable that may have been.

"No, yeah?" Brown eyes widened in outrage. Hadn't the man heard him the first time?"

"Um, no no."

"I heard you. No, yeah!"

"No no!" The look he received for the heated shout said that Deidara clearly questioned his sanity.

"I just thought I should ask no need to get so worked up, yeah!" Deidara turned his back on Iruka and stalked back up the stairs, muttering under his breath about weird, sexy brunettes and something else Iruka didn't catch.

"The hell…?"

Iruka kept a rather low profile after that, keeping to himself most of the time. He'd told Naruto all about it, and after the blond had stopped laughing, wheezing from lack of air, he'd dubbed the house as The Mansion of Freaks. Iruka had not been amused. He didn't want to live in a place full of people with questionable character, he was a simple man damn it! All he wanted was some peace and quiet.

Or well… he could accept all the other freaks-er people in the Mansion, as long as he was spared the presence of Orochimaru. Seriously, that guy just scared the hell out of him each and every time they happened to cross paths.

After living with the… freak show, as Naruto so kindly put it, for three weeks, Iruka had begrudgingly started to get a real feel of their personalities, save for one exception. The caretaker. He just couldn't figure Hatake Kakashi out.

Iruka was fairly certain that the man was attractive, despite the lack of facial features and kind too. The brunette surmised that Kakashi wanted to appear lazy, aloof and somewhat perverted – though he didn't doubt the last part to be false at all – but it all had a fabricated feeling to it.

What Haku had said was true, you never saw the man doing anything, but the house was still kept in impeccable condition. The woodwork shone from frequent polishing, the marble details were never dusty, the windows sparkled clean and he could see his own reflection in the marble and wooden floors. Wherever he looked, he could never find any flaws despite that Kakashi were only ever seen lounging about with Icha Icha in his hands.

Iruka was suspecting, bordering on being convinced, that it was just a facade. The true man behind the concealing turtleneck and book remained unseen. It frustrated Iruka, not because he begrudged the man his secrets, whatever they may have been, but because he had a feeling that the man underneath the carefree exterior was far more serious and enigmatic. He wanted to get to know that man, not the perverted, smart-assed caretaker he was constantly harassed by.

It wasn't that much really, but cryptic remarks and replies were starting to become an everyday thing, much like the teasing and lingering looks he received. It didn't help that for every time Iruka saw the man, he always seemed to be even hotter than he remembered.

The increasing attraction he felt for the man was slowly, but surely, driving him to the brink of insanity. He couldn't do anything about it, however, not when he didn't have a single clue to what Kakashi felt. Was he interested? Was he even gay, or at least bi like Iruka himself?

Iruka found the answer to that question one early Sunday morning.

It so happened that Iruka enjoyed jogging in the mornings. It kept his body in shape, helped him to relax and allowed his thoughts to wander, the steady thump of feet against concrete oddly soothing to his mind. That morning became an exception. He woke up at exactly six am, unable to go back to sleep and decided to forgo his usual Sunday routine – sleep in and laze around in bed - in favor of running.

He dressed in an old t-shirt that he couldn't find in himself to throw away. A little too tight and color slightly faded from many washes, he slipped the red shirt over his head. He tied his hair up in its usual tail and tied on his running shoes. Grabbing his iPod from the dresser next to the door, he silently slipped outside, enjoying the peace and quiet in the mansion, as the others were still asleep.

He drew a deep breath once outside the front door, smiling a little and giving a content sigh before stretching, and then he took off.

The morning was beautiful, the air crisp and fresh in his lungs as he ran, AC/DC's Stiff upper lip playing in his ears. Long legs pumping in time with his arms, Iruka quickly fell into a Zen-like state of mind, pushing all thoughts in the back of his mind, content with just concentrating on keeping his breathing even.

An hour later he was almost back at the mansion, his breath coming out in pants and sweat coating his body. Once at the house, Iruka decided to go in through the back door, figuring that he could eat breakfast before showering. His run had slowed down to a leisure walk, to cool his muscles down. He rounded the corner of the house and couldn't help but admire the large back yard, and stopped under one of the large oaks.

Supporting himself against the sturdy trunk, he began to stretch again, not wanting to become stiff after the workout. When he was done with that, he lowered his hands and grabbed the hem of his sweat soaked shirt, pulling it over his head. He gave a sigh of relief as a cool breeze wafted over his torso. His ponytail was slightly askew, so he simply pulled the tie off, brown hair spilling down in messy strands around his slightly flushed face.

The branch crashing down from out of nowhere barely missed him, hitting the ground two inches from his right foot. Yelping with fright, the brunette quickly backed up, just in time to avoid getting Kakashi in his head. The caretaker landed with a loud "oomph!" on his back, limbs sprawled out eagle style, and a saw fell right after him, landing with a muted thud just a couple of feet away.

"Oh my god, are you all right?" Iruka cried out, dropping down beside the dazed man. His hands hovered over Kakashi's prone form, wanting to check for injuries but too afraid to touch, lest he'd make it worse.

"..." Iruka saw Kakashi's jaw move under the turtleneck, frowning as he couldn't hear the words obviously spoken.

"What?" he asked, bowing his head and leaning closer to catch the words.

"…You don't happen to see where my book landed?" Iruka jerked back, staring incredulously at the silver-haired man. Mismatched eyes, twinkling with mirth and just a little pain, met his enraged ones, and Iruka could see the smile stretching the concealing fabric. That merriment was the straw that broke the camel's back, and Iruka snapped.

"You fucking ass!" Kakashi's eyes widened at the outbreak, and winced when Iruka's palm slapped him over his chest, repeatedly.

"Ow-ow – wha – ow! - would you – ow! – stop that! What the hell is the matter with you?" Kakashi whined and sat up with another wince, grabbing Iruka's wrist to keep the brunette from lashing out at him.

"Me? What the hell is the matter with you?" Iruka sputtered in outrage, trying to yank his wrists free. This only made Kakashi's tighten his hold, and drag the other man closer, until only a few inches remained between their noses.

"Calm down, yeah? I can't have you injuring me even more." Iruka's facial expression immediately changed from fury to concern, slowly relaxing in Kakashi's grip.

"Are you badly hurt? What the hell were you doing up there anyway?" The older man smiled, his eyes turning into two, happy crescents as he released the smaller man, leaning back a little.

"Don't worry. The only thing that's bruised is my ego. And I was trimming."

Iruka stared, just stared for about ten more seconds and then… he punched the stupid fucker in the face.

"Ow! The fuck, Iruka!" Kakashi reeled back, clutching his aching jaw, starting at the angry brunette as Iruka jerkily rose to his feet.

"Are you fucking nuts? Who the hell trims a tree without a safety line? You could've died! You almost did! What if you'd landed on your neck?" Iruka paced agitatedly in front of Kakashi, waving his aching right hand as the knuckles started to hurt. "And what the hell is your jaw made of, stone?"

Kakashi opened his mouth to answer but changed his mind, when smoldering, brown eyes glared murder at him.

"Shut up, it was a rhetorical-" He shut his mouth when he noticed the thin rivulet of blood running down the left side of Kakashi's face. Instant panic flared, ferocity replaced with frantic concern in a heartbeat. He totally missed the way Kakashi's eyes practically raped him, drinking in the sight of sweat slicked, honey toned skin, the flushed face and tussled, mahogany hair.

"Oh my fucking god! You're bleeding! Does it hurt? You're not bleeding anywhere else are you?" The caretaker blinked at the rapid change, but didn't protest when Iruka helped him up on his feet. He did, however, sputter when Iruka attacked the hem of his black polo shirt.

"Whoa hey!"

"I need to check, your back may be bleeding as well!" Iruka defended, trying his best not to notice the way soft skin or fine hair brushing his knuckles. He stilled when two large hands covered his, reluctantly raising his gaze to Kakashi's.

"Not that I'm minding the thought of you undressing me but… Iruka, take a deep breath and calm down. I'm not bleeding anywhere else, I promise." Iruka was a little unsure whether Kakashi was flirting with him or not, blushing at the thought.

"…Yeah, okay… right." Doing as suggested, Iruka breathed deep, releasing the air in a huge sigh, taking a step back from the caretaker. His gaze remained worried though, raking down over the slim form, as not believing what his eyes told him.

"Come on; let's go inside so I can patch you up." Kakashi nodded his consent and allowed the smaller man to take his hand in a firm grip, practically being dragged back to the house. Iruka's dear, old t-shirt lay disregarded and abandoned on the ground behind them.

"Sit." Iruka pointed to one of the chairs positioned around the kitchen island once inside, leaving Kakashi to fend for himself for a moment, walking to the laundry room. There he found the first-aid kit he knew was stored in a closet, returning with it under his arm. He took a deep breath to steady himself before going back to the kitchen, the panic swapped with a tight knot of nervousness in his stomach. He breathed out with a small sigh and stepped out, only to stop dead in his tracks in the doorway.

Absently touching his chin, checking for drool, Iruka couldn't do anything else than stand as rooted to the spot and stare at the beauty in front of him. Kakashi was indeed sitting at the appointed chair, just a little more undressed than Iruka left him. Pale, smooth skin, a sleek, muscular torso, toned abs – accentuated by a thin strip of silver hair traveling down and disappearing beneath denims, hanging dangerously low on narrow hips - Iruka couldn't really blame himself for staring. And then he saw the bared face and knew he was fucked.

It wasn't the most beautiful face he'd ever seen, but it was still perfect. A strong jaw – dusted with a touch of silver stubble – a long narrow, nose, thin, sculpted lips, the eyes and the arched eyebrows. It really was just so handsome and so… Kakashi, he couldn't – even at gunpoint – stop staring.

Shit… I didn't think one could get hard just from seeing a face…

"You know… staring doesn't really become you." Kakashi's amused voice snapped Iruka out of his reverie, a blush quickly forming; coloring his cheeks an alluring shade of pink. He chuckled a little awkwardly and reached up to rub the scar running over his nose, embarrassed of his blatant ogling.

"Sorry", he mumbled as he walked up to the other man, hoping that he wouldn't notice the sudden bulge in his shorts, keeping his eyes directed at the floor. "I was just a little… surprised. I've never seen your face before." He set the kit down on the counter next to Kakashi's elbow, trying to ignore the heat that seemed to radiate from the other man. He couldn't resist a quick glance at the toned form beside him though.

Damn, I've always been a sucker for a great body.

"Be glad, you're one of the few who's had the privilege." Iruka just hummed noncommittally, not daring to ask why when he clearly remembered Kakashi's dislike for such things. Instead, he opened the medical kit, located a piece of absorbent cotton, a bottle of antiseptics and an adhesive bandage.

"I see", he just mumbled and took a small breath, steeling himself before turning to face the other man, stepping inside the V the older man's slightly spread legs created. Damn, he was just too attractive for Iruka to be able to keep calm, at least on the inside. Butterflies erupted and multiplied in his gut, as he met Kakashi's calm, mismatched gaze. The knot of nervousness tightened, and his hands became clammy with sweat.

In an attempt of distracting himself from the hotness, Iruka focused on the bleeding wound instead, drenching the absorbent swab in antiseptic liquid. It wasn't big or dangerous at all, thankfully, just a small, ragged cut that looked much worse than it really was.

Disregarding his shaking hands, he raised one hand to gently hold Kakashi's head still, fingers twining in soft, silver tresses with the desire to caress the well-shaped skull underneath. Lightly cleaning the torn skin, Iruka tried to ignore his raging hard-on as the other male's scent assaulted his nose. It was a mix of fresh air, leaves and cinnamon, and it wreaked complete havoc inside Iruka's body. His blood sang in his veins, throbbing hotly when Kakashi shifted in his seat, coming just a tad closer than Iruka was comfortable with at the moment.

Working in complete silence, Iruka gradually relaxed as Kakashi refrained from speaking, even if his cock kept pushing for attention in his shorts. Finally done with his task, he dressed it with the adhesive bandage with quick and efficient movements, breathing a small sigh of relief when he took a step back to survey his work.

"There, all done. I don't have a lollipop to give you for exemplary behavior, though", Iruka couldn't resist teasing, feeling a little safer. He turned to close the medical kit and dispose of the bloodied gauze, when he was caught by two, strong arms, spun around and hauled in between the space of Kakashi's spread legs. He was pressed against the caretaker's bare torso, sparks of electrified arousal racing up and down his spine as his own naked skin made contact. Kakashi leaned in, resting his chin on Iruka's trembling, right shoulder, making the brunette swallow. Suddenly his throat felt really dry and parched.

"Oh but you have", a deep voice purred sultry in his ear, "and it's a lollipop I've been craving since the day you walked inside the door." Nothing could've made him hold back the small moan that escaped him, when a large, warm hand pressed against his erection.

"T-that's the – oh god – c-cheesiest line – mmn – I've ever heard", Iruka stuttered when Kakashi's hand started to rub, the delicious friction threatening to fry the his brain synapses.

"Did it work?" Iruka resisted the urge to roll his eyes. As if the fact that he was tilting his hips into the hard caress wasn't proof enough.

"Shut up, and kiss me."

"Don't mind if I do."

It was good. It was more than good. It was fucking amazing! Universes collapsed and was formed out of the cheer greatness that was Kakashi's kiss, and he didn't even fucking care!

That's where Iruka's brain decided to shut down, his body taking over to run the show as Kakashi's lips wolfed him down. They melted into it, tongues quickly coming into play, mapping and exploring the other's mouth with a feverish frenzy.

Iruka relished in the feeling of Kakashi's smooth skin under his fingertips, shivers of want dancing through him when his hands slid over the dips and curves of the older man's muscled upper body. Kakashi hummed with pleasure when thumbs gently caressed his nipples, their kiss going from light and gentle to deep and devouring.

They groaned in unison when Kakashi's left arm encircled the smaller man, their erections brushing against one another as he moved the caressing hand out of the way, eliciting spears of arousal that pierced their bodies. Iruka dropped all pretenses of holding back, rocking his hips to get more pressure, more friction on his burning cock, making Kakashi growl with savage want. It spurred the younger man to slide his questing hands up over the addictive body, seeking to find purchase in silver hair when equilibrium fled.

The hand wedged between them joined its mate on Iruka's hips, impatiently tugging at the waistband of Iruka's shorts. The younger man threw his head back, breaking the kiss and moaned out loud when one of the hands closed around his straining flesh, immediately starting a slow, pumping motion that had his world reeling.

His throat was exposed to Kakashi's unoccupied mouth, hot, sucking kisses, small nips from slick lips and nicks from sharp teeth making heat coil in Iruka's gut, winding tighter by the second. A small voice of reason tried to make itself heard, though, nagging in the back of Iruka's mind until he was forced to express it.

"K-Kakashi- ahn – we're in the – oh – k-kitchen – mm…" Kakashi paid no heed, mercilessly keeping up with his ministrations on Iruka's cock. His hand moved with a goal in mind, the other roaming over the smaller man's back, hips and ass with a possessiveness Iruka had never experienced before. As a single finger slipped down in the dip between Iruka's buttocks, the tugging on Kakashi's hair harshened, forcing him to stop for a moment to look up and meet glazed, brown eyes.

"What?" he growled, his hand never ceasing with its pumping motion. Iruka swallowed hard, his breath coming out in small pants. That hand… it was so hard to think when it moved, when it robbed him of all coherencies. But he made a heroic effort to try and get his point across to the sexy man, that was staring at him with impassioned, mismatched eyes.

"We – oh god – we can't – ah! – do this – oh, oooh… here!"

"Why not?" Kakashi held Iruka's gaze, leaning down without breaking eye contact as a pink tongue slowly appeared from between kiss swollen lips, the tip gently flicking a hard, dusky nipple. Iruka keened low in his throat, his knees threatening to give out any minute now. He persisted none the less, trying to keep his focus on replying somewhat rational.

"B-because – gasp – someone could – ngh – come in." A shudder racked his frame when the digit between his ass cheeks wriggled over his entrance, making the tight ring clench and ache with the need to feel it inside.

"Hm… I'm not going to take that as a valid argument. You like it… don't you, Iruka?" Yes, yes he did indeed like the idea. Probably more than he should. He hadn't even known he had it in him, and he wasn't about to reveal that to Kakashi either.

"P-pervert", he whispered breathlessly when the finger dipped inside of his thirsting hole just a little, gently sliding in and out to the first joint. Even if it was dry, it didn't hurt one bit, only fueling the need to feel Kakashi inside of him as soon as possible.

"Mmm, you're right. I am a pervert, but so are you. Gasping like that, panting for more… Iruka." His name spoken in that deep, hoarse tone seriously messed with his mind. The brunette was afraid that his brain would melt and start leaking out through his ears.

"You want my cock, don't you, Iruka?" The finger forced itself deeper, almost but not quite, reaching the sensitive gland inside his tight ass.

"Yes", Iruka breathed in response, slowly rocking back to get the finger to go ever deeper, to feel it where he wanted it most.

"You want to go down on your knees here – Christ, you're tight - taking it in your mouth, Iruka?"

"Fuck yes", he hissed when his wish was granted, the finger finally deep enough to nudge his prostate. Sparks of pleasure raced through his veins, making his dick throb and leak pre-cum like never before.

"Then do it. Kneel and take my cock in your pretty, little mouth, make it wet for you." As in trance, Iruka obeyed. He had no idea what had come over him, but that voice – promising sinful pleasure and carnal bliss – compelled him. Taking a step back, the finger slipped out of him, making him feel strangely hollow, and with a smooth motion he kicked the shorts down his legs and off, sinking to his knees when he was done.

Kakashi rose from the chair, standing tall and oh so sexy above him, his eyes burning with lust. Locking eyes with the silver-haired man, Iruka shivered as Kakashi's hands moved, the sound of a zipper being pulled down oddly loud in the quiet kitchen. Kakashi pushed his pants and boxers down over narrow hips, freeing his own, achingly hard dick, and gave a small sigh of relief as the cool air fanned over the heated flesh.

Slowly, Iruka lowered his eyes, caressing the exposed form inch by inch with his eyes, blazing brown reveling in the sight until they reached their goal. And oh my, was it ever a sight for sore eyes.

"Oh…" The sigh slipped from his lips before he could stop it, a small and delighted smile curving his kiss swollen lips. Kakashi's cock made his mouth water; just thick and long enough, a tiny pearl of pre-cum balancing on the tip… how could he not long for a taste?

Said and done – and because he was aching to savor it – Iruka leaned forward, his hands coming up to take a hold on Kakashi's hips, and then his tongue slipped out to lick at the shiny head.

Kakashi hissed with pleasure as Iruka's lips parted more, slowly taking the head inside his smooth cavern, his tongue flicking over the swollen head and sides. He teased mercilessly, his head bobbing up and down, and for each downward movement sucking more of the fleshy erection in.

Kakashi groaned above him, reaching out to steady himself against the island when a flick and twist of Iruka's tongue made his knees go weak. Iruka lavished the hot cock with a single minded determination, wanting to taste more, to lick and suck until Kakashi couldn't tell up from down.

The brunette slid one hand from its hold on Kakashi's hip, lightly scraping through the coarse locks surrounding the appendage in his mouth, slowly wrapping it about the thick base. He started a milking motion, using his hand to make up for the last two inches he couldn't fit inside.

The other slipped down to gently cradle the balls underneath, rolling them in his palm while squeezing with his fingers. The moan that the action provoked made Iruka smile around the cock lodged in his mouth, and speeding up with his ministrations he soon had Kakashi panting and cursing above him.

"Fuck – hah – that feels good. Ah… keep going - fuck - suck that cock harder – mmn – Iruka…"

Encouraged, Iruka did as asked; his cheeks hollowing as he started a suction that had Kakashi seeing stars. Long fingers reached down to tangle in brown strands, urging Iruka to move faster, to take more into his mouth as hips started to thrust a little.

The head of Kakashi's cock bumped against the back of his throat, and Iruka's hands flew up to press against the caretaker's hips, stopping his movements. Iruka fought the urge to gag, his eyes tearing up. The hand in his hair slid down to cradle his jaw and he looked up, gazing into Kakashi's seductive eyes.

"That's enough, turn around. I'm going to fuck you now. Fuck you so good you'll never want to fuck any other than me again."

Before that promise, Iruka's whole body felt as if on fire, heat, hunger and undulated lust twisting in his groin, his cock practically drooling by now. The world around him didn't exist anymore, not as he turned and bent forward, resting his head on his arms in front of him, not as he felt Kakashi kneel behind him and not when warm hands grasped his hips in a firm grip. The only thing in his mind was the thought of Kakashi, of the need to feel him thick, hard and pulsating inside of him.

His back arched and he groaned when he felt a blunt cockhead against his clenching entrance, a rigid length slipping up and down the clavicle a moment later. Slicking him with saliva, pre-cum and something he suspected was cooking-oil, from the bottle on the island. Iruka had no business blushing, but did so anyway.

Kakashi chuckled behind him, his hands kneading the firm globes presented so delectable for him. When he stilled Iruka braced himself, trying to relax as Kakashi spread his cheeks and the blunt head from before was back, slowly beginning to push inside.

It had been a while since Iruka last did this, but he didn't feel as much pain as he first thought he would. The head slipped inside with a hard nudge from narrow hips, making the brunette hiss from the pleasurable sting it created.

Kakashi stilled for a moment, breathing heavily through his nose when the head of his erection was swallowed by Iruka's greedy hole. A few minutes later, after adjusting to the intrusion somewhat, Iruka rocked back a little, giving Kakashi permission to move. The silver-haired man did so, making them both moan out loud as he thrust in to the hilt with one, fluid motion.

"So. Fucking. Tight… tightest hole I've ever been inside… so good, Iruka."

The brunette moaned again, blushing but secretly loving the words spoken to him. He arched his back, rocking back and forth on his hands and knees, meeting Kakashi for every forward thrust he made.

"Yes, yes, yes – oh fuck – harder – oh yes – fuck me harder, Kakashi", Iruka hissed, drawing a growl of approval from Kakashi at the sound of his name, moaned with that breathless tone. It didn't take long to establish a rhythm, both moving in sync with the other in a fluid dance of undulating hips, harsh pants and moans of pleasure.

Iruka tried to breathe, tried to gulp down air into his depraved lungs as Kakashi's cock brushed against his prostate again and again. He moaned, groaned and keened, matching Kakashi's animalistic growls and grunts with his own noises. It seemed to spur the older man; his momentum increasing the more Iruka voiced his pleasure.

Strong hands gripped tanned hips in a bruising grip, starting a game of push-pull that had them both reeling, the world forgotten as they immersed in a deep abyss of eroticism. The sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin echoed around them, snaring them in a web of lust where only pleasure and lust existed. But as all good things, it had to come to an end all too fast.

Kakashi was the first to go, a deep, rumbling groan tearing from his chest, his movements becoming jerky as he coated Iruka's silken walls with hot cum. The feeling of Kakashi's cock twitching and spurting inside of him had Iruka moan low in his throat. It was his fantasies come to life and proved to be too much for him to bear.

Heat welled out of him, cum splattering against the tiled floor underneath his convulsing body. Kakashi slumped over him; draping his long body over his back and making him fall to the floor, when his limbs failed to support him any longer. Their pants rang in the air, the heavy scent of sex, sweat and cum tickling their noses.

"I've never cum without touching my dick before." Iruka's mumble was muffled against the floor, his back heaving from the combined force of their copulation and Kakashi's weight on his back.

"I'm always glad to add new experiences in people's lives", Kakashi replied against a tanned neck, pressing a small kiss to the soft skin. He nuzzled the sweaty strands sticking to it, loving the feel of Iruka's smooth skin against his.

"So… since the time I stepped inside the door?" Kakashi chuckled at Iruka's query, lifting an arm sluggishly to caress the soft cheek not pressed against the floor.

"Yep. I can't believe you didn't notice." Iruka snorted and shifted against the cold tiles, indicating that he wanted to move. Kakashi complied and sat up, grinning when he surveyed Iruka's flushed and sweaty skin.

"Are you kidding me? With that turtleneck you could've as well been leering and I would've never been the wiser."

"True. Now, how does a shower sound?" Iruka winced a little as he shakily rose to his feet, blushing when he felt the liquid in his ass starting to leak out. He glared when Kakashi chuckled again, steadying himself against the island as Kakashi bent down to retrieve their clothes.

"You're not coming in there with me", he said sternly, fighting a smile when Kakashi pouted.

"And here I was thinking I could give you a massage… loosen those sore muscles up."

A moment of silence passed.

"Fine. But no perversions, I think I've had enough of that for one day."

Kakashi grinned while they dressed, cleaned up and headed for one of the bathrooms on the bottom floor. Iruka blushed and behaved bashful all the time, appalled by his own abandon of all decency. He informed Kakashi that there would be no more fornication in the kitchen again – ever - but the caretaker only met this with small smirk.

Seemed like the stern teacher was back in action. He didn't doubt that he could make Iruka try some other places out, starting with the shower, just to show him just how big of a pervert he could be.

"And to think that the clock isn't even reading 7.30 yet…"

Kakashi's laughter rang through the house, and he finally believed in the rumors of the Casablanca Mansion. Because meeting and falling in love with a bashful, stern and totally bipolar teacher couldn't be anything else than a blessing.

Rumors indeed. Now… how will I make him move into my rooms?

TBC...

Teaser: Kiba discovered something new about Itachi then. Fucking Itachi and being fucked by Itachi… were two entirely different things. The Uchiha had been rather submissive and mellow as a bottom, letting the younger man handle him as he pleased. Kiba had made the mistake to think he'd be a gentle top. But no… It turned out Itachi was a living embodiment of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.