"You really don't have to do this, you know."

Naruto's clear blue eyes practically shivered with concern. Iruka clasped the boy's hand in his own and smiled warmly. "I want to do this. In fact, I don't think I've ever wanted something this much in my life."

"Well, if you're sure."

Naruto still seemed uncertain, but this day wasn't for him, so Iruka let it be. There had been lots of confused yelling involved when the kid had found out about his relationship with Kakashi, though that was to be expected. He should have said something sooner, but he'd never quite found the right time.

He eyed himself in the mirror, adjusting his tie for what felt like the thousandth time. He was looking forward to this, but he was still nervous. Although Kakashi had been dead-set against it in the beginning, he had warmed up to the wedding surprisingly fast after Iruka had approached him with the seed of an idea, and quickly taken over a lot of the planning.

"How do you come up with all this stuff?" he had asked, and Kakashi had winked at him, tapping his favourite orange book.

"I always reread the wedding scenes," he said, grin giving way to a leer, "Because the wedding night is the best part."

Iruka just went with the flow, because being with Kakashi was all that mattered to him and if Kakashi secretly wanted an extravagant wedding then so be it. Truth be told he was a little irked that the jōnin was setting him up to be so bride-like, but it wasn't too big an ask, and he really would do nearly anything to make Kakashi happy, especially on this day.

Kakashi had insisted he wear a white suit, and his hair hung half-loose, half-braided around his shoulders, adorned with a circlet of tiny pink and white cherry blossoms. He looked cute for sure, but… he wrinkled his nose at his reflection. He didn't really feel like Iruka.

"Iruka-nii, are you ready?"

He startled at the sudden hand on his arm. "Is it that time already?"Naruto flashed him a cheeky grin, all teeth and dimples. "It's still not too late to run away."

Iruka burst into laughter and pulled him into an impromptu hug, ruffling his hair. "There's no way I'd miss this show. I'm the main character, right?"

"Well there is Baka-sensei, you know," Naruto said. "He's kinda important here, too."

Iruka winked. "Oh, I'd forgotten about him. Remind me again which part he plays?" Naruto shot him a good-natured glare, and he grinned. "Shall we go find out?"

He patted his pockets down one final time, confident he had all he needed, and linked arms with his favourite student. The kid cleaned up well, and he was grateful to be able to see it. Kakashi had beaten him down into wearing a very plain but well-fitted black suit – with the concession of a bowtie in a muted, almost tasteful orange.

Naruto led him to a white and cream carriage, ornately carved with delicate swirling branches lined with blooming cherry blossoms. He ran his fingers over a tiny bud, about to burst into flower. "I almost can't believe Yamato-san made this."

Naruto grimaced. "And I can't believe Baka-sensei designed it."

"He probably got the idea from an Icha-icha," Iruka said absentmindedly, still following the pattern with his fingertips.

"He did not," Naruto retorted hotly. "Believe me, I spent enough time with Pervy-sensei to know. When I travelled with him he read me every one of his rotten books as some sort of perverted bedtime story. That horny bastard – " He stopped abruptly and dropped his eyes to the ground, voice barely a whisper. "May he rest in peace."

Iruka patted his shoulder comfortingly, but was distracted by the feeling of eyes on his back. Many eyes.

"Hey Iru-Boss."

All too suddenly there was fur in his vision, and eight furry bodies circled him, sniffing and licking whatever skin they could find.

"You smell like flowers."

"Are you a girl now?"

"When you get to Boss, do you mate in front of everyone?"

"Is there going to be steak?"

"Steak?!"

"Steak!"

"Alright you lot, shut up!" Pakkun barked.

Iruka grinned at him, and ruffled as many heads as he could manage. "It's good to see you guys. You look really nice today."

Instead of their usual blue jackets with Kakashi's distinct henohenomoheji mark on them, the dogs were wearing white silk vests with pastel pink bowties, Kakashi's family crest embroidered on their backs in silver thread.

On closer inspection, no, not Kakashi's. Iruka felt a lump swell in his throat. Iruka's family crest had been lovingly handstitched into their matching wedding uniforms. "Damn you, Shi-chan," he murmured. "To go to this level of detail..."

"We won't think any less of you if you don't marry the Boss," Pakkun said helpfully. "We know he's a weirdo, even for human standards."

Iruka shook his head. "I appreciate that, but I really do want to become part of your family."

A small brown dog with droopy eyes bumped his hand with its nose. "You're already our family, Iru-Boss."

Iruka scratched it behind its ears. "Thank you, Bisuke. That means a lot."

He managed to grimace only a little as a large tongue swiped the entire left side of his face and a heavy head rested on his shoulder. "And thank you too, Bull. What are you all doing here, anyway? Shouldn't you be with Kakashi?"

Urushi, an angry-looking spikey ball of brown and white fur, spoke up. "He's treating us like cattle. 'Pull the chariot,' he says. 'Don't be late,' he says." He scratched his head ferociously with his back leg. "What a joke. We're meant for war, not this pansy stuff."

A tall, heavily bandaged dog named Uuhei nudged him, hard, and he toppled over, giving Iruka a guilty look. "Ah, no offence, Iru-Boss."

Uuhei nipped at him then turned to Iruka. "We are here to guide you to Boss. Are you ready?"

Iruka nodded, the faint notes of Here Comes the Bride drifting into his consciousness, and silently cursed Kakashi's desire for tradition. Well, the end result would be worth the embarrassment, he was sure of it.

The inside of the pretty carriage was more bare-bones than the exterior, but still elegant in its craft. A small but beautiful bouquet rested on the seat, a delicate mix of pinks and white and deep forest green. Iruka picked it up, dubious; Kakashi had left a note inside.

Bear with me, it'll be worth it.

Iruka smiled and tucked the note into his pocket. He'd signed it with a scrawling henohenomoheji.

It was lucky, he thought, that Kakashi's ninken knew what they were doing and Naruto was only pretending to drive the carriage. He'd been victim of Naruto's driving many times before, and the combination of bursting confidence and complete lack of knowledge was not exactly a winning one.

He peered out the window. The music was getting louder, and it looked as if the entire village had turned out to watch the spectacle. Perfect. He didn't want to sound too big-headed, but this day, he imagined, would be talked about for many years to come.

The carriage ground to a halt, and the door swung open. Naruto grinned at him and bowed low, holding out a hand. "May I help you down, Sir?"

Iruka smiled back. "You may." He took the proffered hand and stepped out of the carriage to a flurry of cheers and one piercing wolf whistle. Naruto linked their arms together and started marching determinedly towards the dais where Kakashi was waiting.

Kakashi. In a suit. He wore a simple black mask under a white buttoned shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. Over that he had on a tailored black waistcoat that highlighted his streamlined physique. Despite the crowd Iruka felt a lump rise in his throat and a flash of heat in his groin. Generally, Kakashi had two states of dress: jōnin uniform, or there's-no-way-I'm-leaving-the-house-now yukata. And while Iruka definitely had a fine appreciation for the sexiness of Kakashi's lazy yukata wearing, a suit was something else altogether.

When he was close enough to truly admire the spectacle in front of him, he leaned in and whispered, "You do plan on wearing this for me in a... more private setting, don't you?"

Desire flashed in Kakashi's dark, uncovered eye, his voice low and vibrating through Iruka's bones. "That can be arranged. Though, I feel like I heard something quite similar very recently."

Iruka fought off the urge to smack the amusement off the jōnin's face. "Don't get too full of yourself."

Kakashi let out a huff of laughter, and reached out to push a lock of Iruka's hair behind his ear. "You're somewhat stunning yourself, 'Ru."

Iruka blushed all the way to his toes, and purposefully looked past Kakashi in order to control it. Maito Gai, hair gelled neatly back, dressed in a forest green velvet suit, stood rigidly behind Kakashi with silent tears streaming down his face. "Is... is he okay?"

He was interrupted by a loud throat-clearing, as Tsunade-sama rapped on the pulpit. "If you two are done whispering sweet nothings to each other, perhaps we could start the ceremony?"

"Oh, of course!" Iruka took a step away from Kakashi, and half turned to face the crowd.

"We are here today to witness the joining of Hatake Kakashi and Umino Iruka in holy matrimony," Tsunade begun, and Iruka tuned out her voice. So many people! His heart raced, his hands shook. Not even before his biggest prank had he felt this on edge. The nervous excitement was almost orgasmic.

"And now for the vows," Tsunade was saying, and he had to fight to concentrate on what was happening. Kakashi whispered something to her, and she addressed the crowd with a smile. "It seems our grooms have prepared their own, original vows."

The crowd rippled with, "Ooh"s and "Awww"s.

Gai sobbed loudly, blowing his nose indiscriminately into his velvet sleeve.

One of Kakashi's ninken whined.

"Go ahead, Brat." Tsunade smiled fondly.

Iruka," Kakashi said, and Iruka's vision narrowed to hold only his lover's face. The jōnin's eye glinted, and his voice turned theatrical. "My love for you burns like a never-ending candle in the night! You forever shine like the stars of hope in my eyes. Your beauty surpasses the deepest ocean, the tallest mountain, the earliest spring flower. My blade is forever yours!"

Behind him, Naruto gasped, and let out a horrified whisper. "He's quoting Icha-Icha Paradise 3: Dreams of a Maiden!"

Kakashi reached into the depths of Iruka's bouquet, and pulled out a kunai. The crowd gasped in unison. His voice took on a lecherous tone. "You are the only one I want to thrust my blade into!"

With the grace of years of practice, he thrust the blade forward, slipping it easily between Iruka's ribs. "Your heart is mine!"

The crowd lurched forward in horror. Gai's sobs became strangled and stuttered to a halt. The ninkin barked wildly. Naruto clutched at air as Iruka's body exploded into confetti beneath his hands.

The audience surged and heaved in confusion, babbling and wailing at each other, the mood encapsulated neatly by Anko's piercingly clear, "What the fuck?"

On the dais, Kakashi bent 90 degrees at the waist, making no comment. An enraged, golden-eyed, many-tailed Naruto growled and leapt onto his back. As the kyuubi's claws tore through his waistcoat he disappeared with a bang, sending up a dragon shaped streak of lightning to hover over the crowd before evaporating in another storm of confetti, raining down on the pulsating mass of confused spectators.

oOo

Some miles away, leaning against the wall on a futon in a cozy hot spring inn, Kakashi chuckled to himself as the memories of his clone hit him full force. "I always thought I'd make a good actor."

Iruka, pressed comfortably into his side, limbs entangled, slipped his hand inside the jōnin's yukata to run his fingers gently along his ribs. "I'm a little disappointed I didn't get to see the finale."

"It went exactly as you envisioned," Kakashi said dreamily. "Complete chaos."

Iruka smiled. "We're lucky it got that far. If you hadn't chakra-strengthened my clone it would have popped the moment Bull jumped on it. It was quite difficult to control from here."

"We did it together."

"I just orchestrated the ending. You created the overall experience." Iruka smiled slyly. "Quite the romantic, aren't you? Naruto said you must have designed that little love carriage all on your own."

"Hmph." Kakashi rested his chin on the top of Iruka's head. "It was necessary. The grander the experience, the greater the shock when it falls apart."

Iruka chuckled softly and gently disentangled himself so he could swing his leg over the jōnin's, essentially straddling him. "You can say whatever you like, but I know you secretly enjoy romance." He shifted his hips, just a little, and watched Kakashi's visible eye darken with lust. He could see himself reflected in that eye, hair loose and tangled, the sleeves of his yukata slipping down to reveal more warm, smooth tan skin. Kakashi's dog tags swung out from beneath his robe, falling back against the bare skin of his chest as he moved. He bent forward and whispered, "I want you to know how happy it made me, the ninken's jackets."

Kakashi said nothing, but Iruka could feel satisfaction radiating off him in the small smile on his lips as he was kissed, and the gentleness in his hands as he drew him closer.

oOo

One month earlier

Naruto turned the flyer over in his hands, wondering if it would make more sense upside down. It said that this cottage was exactly where he was meant to be. It didn't seem dangerous, per se, but the cottage had very clearly been abandoned long ago, and the area was deserted. Vines clambered up the railing and fought for dominance of the roof, which had a large hole in it.

He was startled out of his analysis by a loud, yodelling yell, and barely escaped being knocked off his feet by a massive green object falling from the sky. The object hit the ground, rolled, and jumped to its feet with far more exuberance than necessary. "My Eternal Rival has bested me again!"

Naruto blinked incredulously. "Gai-sensei?"

Gai wasn't listening. He was gazing into the distance with his arms held aloft, tears sparkling in his eyes as an impossible rainbow blossomed behind him. "...And I shall always strive to make the most of my Springtime of Youth so the Student of Hard Work shall be victor once more!"

Naruto threw a rock at him. It bounced off his head and successfully broke the monologue. "Do I look like Baka-sensei to you?"

Gai considered him carefully. "I suppose not. Kakashi would never wear such a tasteful orange. He's always black this, dark blue that."

"Then why would you think I was him in the first place?" Naruto tugged at his own head. "My hair is yellow!"

"You make a fair point," Gai said, "But this is the Hatake training grounds, and this is where he told me we would meet. And my Eternal Rival is the Master of Tricks, so how do I know you are not him in disguise?" Gai peered at him suspiciously.

"This is the what?" Naruto screeched. He jabbed a finger at the cottage and waved the paper in his hand at Gai. "That building is supposed to house Konoha's newest best ramen shop. And I have a free voucher!"

Gai was very suddenly right up in his face, squinting at the paper in consternation. "That is indeed what it says. It is with Great Sadness that I fear you have been tricked, young Uzumaki."

Naruto frowned, his brain ticking over slowly. "Then is it a trap?"

"Perhaps." Gai scanned the area, thick brows drawn low over his eyes. "However!" He burst into a new Power Pose, startling Naruto and a selection of local wildlife, "With the Power of Youth on our side, we shall prevail!"

"Oh, right, that." Naruto scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "So, should we look in the cottage?"

But Gai was gone, and he barely had time to locate a flurry of very green activity near the edge of his vision before a great cry of "Dynamic Entry!" assaulted his ears and the door was kicked in.

Naruto grinned. Finally, a partner who didn't wait around! Kakashi and Sakura and Sasuke and their stupid 'think before you act' mantra could suck it. He sprinted to the door, only to smack straight into a solid hunk of green muscle. "What did you stop for?" he complained, peering around Konoha's famous Green Beast. His eyes widened.

Despite the dilapidation of the exterior of the cottage, the inside was rather pleasant. The far end of the room – in fact, the cottage only seemed to be one room, lest there was a bathroom somewhere – sported a clean and tidy kitchenette, brightened by the afternoon sun streaming in through a large picture window. A selection of mismatched but cosy-looking couches surrounded a naturally styled coffee table, artistic gnarls and knots in the wood adding a sense of charm to the room. A vase of flowers sat in its centre, but they were overshadowed by a copious amount of sake bottles, which threatened to spill off the edges of the table. The fifth Hokage sat on the floor at the far end of the bottle collection, looking perplexed at some sort of document.

"Tsunade-baba? What are you doing here?"

Tsunade seemed to take their sudden appearance in stride. "I can be where ever I want to be, I am the Hokage. What are you doing here?"

Naruto scowled. "I was told there would be free ramen. Did you call me here?"

"My Eternal Rival called me for a Beauteous Battle," Gai bemoaned, "But he has left me high and dry."

"Hmm. That brat mentioned that his father had stashed a nice selection of sake here, and he was right. I thought these were instructions on how to enjoy it properly, but they appear to just be..." she frowned. "Oh well. Would you like a drink?"

Gai gasped, holding a hand over his heart. "Hokage-sama, are you stealing from Hatake-san?"

Tsunade waved a hand at him. "Don't be such a drama queen. Sakumo is long dead, he'd be happy people are enjoying his stash. Kakashi doesn't drink much." She peered at Naruto. "Are you old enough to drink yet?"

"You can drink it later," said a new voice. Kakashi's loyal pug wandered in through the hole where the door had been previously, wearing his most bored expression. He made a beeline for an old rocking chair near the window and jumped up on it, settling into cushions warmed by the sun.

"Pakkun? Where's Baka-sensei? And where's my ramen?" Naruto demanded.

Gai's eyes gleamed. "My Eternal Rival is granting us a secret mission!"

Tsunade ignored him in favour of investigating one of the bottles of sake in front of her.

Pakkun looked at all three of them, gave a laborious sigh, and laid his head on his paws. "He didn't explain anything, did he?"

Tsunade stopped reading the label on the bottle, her golden eyes flicking to the dog in the corner. "Talk, pug."

Pakkun nodded towards Gai. "You're here, because you're the closest thing Boss has to a friend." He nodded at Naruto. "You're here because you're Iruka-sensei's beloved brother. And you – "

"I'm here for this, am I right?" Tsunade waved the papers she'd been puzzling over at him. Pakkun inclined his head. Tsunade scowled. "Damn insolent brats."

Gai wiped a tear from his eye. "I understand."

"I don't!" Naruto cried. "Someone explain what's going on!"

"You'll find out soon enough," Gai said sagely, clapping a large hand over his shoulder.

Iruka poked his head into the room. "What happened to the door?"

"I was checking for enemies," Gai explained, as Naruto vaulted off his seat and into Iruka's arms.

"What's going on?" the blond wailed.

"Ah." Iruka squeezed him tightly, then let go and held him at arm's length. "There's something I should have told you a long time ago."

"You look different," Naruto interrupted, suddenly taking in the fact that his beloved sensei had, for some reason, decided to wear traditional clothing. "Your hair is long."

"Well, it looks shorter when it's tied up. Anyway, what I need to tell you is that Kakashi and I, are, well..."

"Getting married," Pakkun finished for him, yawning loudly.

Naruto frowned. "That's not a very funny joke."

"Right," said Iruka. "It's not a joke."

Naruto adopted a thousand-yard stare.

"I know it's hard for you to understand, but I wanted you to be here to witness it." Iruka took Naruto's hand in his.

"Here?" Naruto snapped out of it, his eyes growing rounder and almost bursting out of his head. "You're getting married right now?"

"If the Boss ever shows up," Pakkun muttered.

"If Tsunade-sama is willing to officiate it, then yes," Iruka said. He locked eyes with her, questioning, and she nodded her assent.

"You boys really do like to do things in an unorthodox way, don't you?"

Iruka shrugged. "It's the sentiment that counts, not the ceremony. Kiss the jōnin, sign the papers, get drunk with people I care about. I don't need more than that."

"K-k-k-kiss?" Naruto stuttered.

"Maa, if the idea of a kiss worries you, you should definitely avoid thinking about what happens on a wedding night."

The voice came from right beside Iruka's ear, and he jumped in surprise. "What have I said about creeping up on me?" He started to say, whirling around, but the words died in his throat.

Iruka's gaze slid from white-sandaled tabi-clad feet, past the flowing, striped hakama cinched at the waist, past the dark, sweeping haori marked with the tiny, embroidered crest of the Hatake clan, up to Kakashi's laughing eye. Eyes. Kakashi was watching him with both his normal eye and the sharingan, tomoe spinning lazily. Iruka shivered at the attention, and stole another all over glance. "You look, wow. Uh, I mean, you can definitely fuck me in that."

"Oh my, Sensei, how lascivious," Kakashi purred. "You don't even need me, you ruin your own romantic moments."

Iruka rolled his eyes. "Oh, just shut up and kiss me."

Kakashi intended to do just that, but his efforts were thwarted by a sharp rap on the head from Tsunade's knuckles. "Kami-sama above, are you two still teenagers? You're not supposed to kiss yet. How on earth you idiots managed to keep your relationship a secret this long I have no idea."

She waved her paper toward Naruto, who looked positively shellshocked, and Gai, who was blubbering into one of his bright orange legwarmers. "Besides, you're traumatising your guests."

"Am nod traumadised," Gai sobbed, "Juss so so habby. My Edernal Ribal hab finarry foumb 'is Spwingtime ob Youth!"

Iruka slipped his hand into Kakashi's. "Let's just sign the papers and get drunk."

"Amen to that," Tsunade muttered.

Two hours later Iruka was sitting on the floor between Kakashi's knees, pleasantly buzzed, enjoying the feeling of the jōnin running his fingers through his hair.

Tsunade was happily playing barkeep, sorting bottles into categories of some kind, then resorting them.

Gai was suitably plastered, and thankfully no longer weeping. He was, however, shirtless, and demonstrating how to do sit ups while hanging from a ceiling fan.

Naruto was glaring daggers at Kakashi, and had been for the past half hour.

"If you have a problem with me, spit it out," Kakashi said, finally.

"You." Naruto stood up and immediately lurched to one side, barely catching himself, overcompensating and lurching too far to the other side. Once he had gained his balance, he prodded Kakashi in the chest. His eyes were bright and unfocused. "Iruka-nii is the bestest brother, bestest teacher. The bestest!"

"I know that."

"So goddamn Baka-sensei you gotta be the best, the bestest for him, okay? Because 'Ruka-nii deserves only the best of the bestest. 'Cause he's the bestest."

"Naruto," Iruka started, but Naruto cut him off.

"Nuh-uh, I'm still mad at you."

"What? Why?" Iruka straightened his back, resting his chin on Kakashi's leg to get a better look at his favourite student.

"Because. Because!" Naruto flailed his arms about. "You never even told me you like dick, let alone his dick. Geez. Then you just expect me to say, 'Oh, happy marriage!' like it's nothing."

Kakashi snorted.

Iruka's brain scrabbled for something appropriate to say, and finally settled on, "Well it's a very nice dick. Of course I like it."

Naruto screeched and slammed his hands against his ears. "I don't wanna know!"

Kakashi bent down and murmured hotly in Iruka's ear, "It likes you too, Sensei."

A shiver rippled through Iruka's entire body, and he suddenly felt very warm.

"You know what," Tsunade interrupted, looking up from her carefully ordered pattern of sake bottles, "You brats didn't even kiss each other."

"Maa, and whose fault is that?"

Tsunade shrugged loosely and flapped a hand in his direction. "That's all in the past. If two of Konoha's most eligible bachelors are going to marry each other, you better at least do the bare minimum of ceremonial formalities. Stand up, go over there."

Iruka felt Kakashi's body go rigid. He stood up and turned to offer a hand to the jōnin. "Do it for me?"

Kakashi sighed and did as he was asked. Gai dropped from the ceiling and sat, cross-legged on the floor, staring expectantly at them. Naruto watched from the corner of his eye.

"Hold hands and gaze into each other's eyes," Tsunade instructed.

Ten seconds later Iruka squeezed his eyes shut, face a delightful shade of cherry. "I can't do that, Tsunade-sama. He's leering at me."

"What?" Kakashi said innocently. "This is my normal face."

"Be serious, Brat. Well, whatever." Tsunade had found a particularly delightful bottle of sake, and she took a swig from it as she spoke. "We are gathered here today in this cramped, dilapidated building, to witness the totally unexpected joining of Umino Iruka and Hatake Kakashi. Umino, do you take this man, in sickness and in health, even though he's absolutely batshit crazy, even though he can never seem to turn in a correctly filled mission report, even though he's socially inept, even though he's an incorrigible pervert, even though he has a kill-streak longer than the entire village, even though he smells like dog – "

"Hey," Kakashi growled.

"Even though all those things," Tsunade continued, unfazed, "Do you still want to marry him? Personally I wouldn't, but you know, up to you."

Kakashi looked as nonchalant as ever, but beneath the surface his chakra was bristling with nerves. Iruka placed a hand on a cloth-covered cheek, gently but firmly demanding the jōnin's attention. When Kakashi's eye was on him, he smiled. "Yes, I do."

Kakashi seemed to let out his breath all at once, and dropped his head on Iruka's shoulder. Iruka patted his poufy hair. "Did you think I would say no?"

Kakashi shook his head against Iruka's shoulder.

Tsunade cleared her throat. In the span of a few minutes, the bottle in her hand seemed to have gotten a surprising amount lighter. "Alright. Hatake, do you, in sickness and in health, even though he is hot-headed and stubborn, even though he is constantly challenging authority, even though – "

Kakashi held up a hand for silence, slowly dragging himself upright. "I do," he said quietly. "I love everything about this man." He grinned. "Even his snoring."

"I don't snore," Iruka protested.

"How do you know?" Kakashi countered. "You're asleep when it happens."

"I'm thirty-two years old, if I snored I would know by now."

"You snore louder than Pakkun."

"I do not!"

"Yes, you do."

Tsunade grimaced, tipping her bottle all the way up and draining the last few drops of sake. "Just kiss already."

Iruka's further protests were swallowed by Kakashi's lips on his, as his brain temporarily flew out the window.

And then Kakashi was grinning at him, mask bunched loose under his chin, secret dimples on display. "You do so," the impertinent jonin whispered, "It's cute."

Iruka gave up, and kissed him again. He thought he faintly heard Tsunade say, "Wait, you don't even have rings?" but that didn't seem important anymore.

An hour later the sake was gone, and therefore so was Tsunade, in search of more. Gai was slouched in a corner, mumbling about 'true love' and 'fated people'. Naruto was draped over Iruka's lap, struggling to keep his eyes open. "'Ruka-nii," he slurred, "You happy? With Baka-sensei."

"Yes," Iruka said softly, stroking Naruto's cheek, "He makes me very happy."

"Thas good." Naruto yawned. "Then I'm happy, too."

Iruka waited until he was asleep then slipped out from under him, laying his head gently on a cushion. He sidled up to Kakashi, who was gently scratching a snoozing Pakkun behind the ears, and unceremoniously climbed into his lap. "Hello, husband!"

Kakashi grinned lazily at him and gave his nose a gentle tap. "You, my love, are quite drunk."

Iruka rubbed his face against Kakashi's hand, catlike. "I'm just very happy."

"It wasn't much of a wedding."

Iruka shrugged, all loose-limbed and boneless. "I had fun."

"I'm glad," Kakashi murmured, tracing the scar over the bridge of Iruka's nose with the pad of his thumb.

Iruka leaned into his touch, and whispered conspiratorially. "I have an idea."

"Mmm?"

"Everyone wants to see a real wedding, right?" Iruka's eyes sparkled with pure mischievousness. "What if we give them a wedding they'll never forget?"

Kakashi grinned wolfishly. "Maa, Sensei, what exactly do you have in mind?"

~owari~