I Don't Think You Understand

Thank you all so much for your imput! I value it all, every last word! I feel really appreciated :-).

The chapters actually have been a bit shorter than they should be; it's not for lack of ideas, but more of an attempt to streamline where I'm going with this a bit. Then again, I never thought I'd go beyond a one-shot with this, so I guess it doesn't matter.

Disclaimer, disclaimer, disclaimer...hmmm...what was I supposed to say here again? Oh yes. I love reviews?

No, not that...oh, right, sorry! I have it now! My brain remembers! I don't own...er...what's his name?

I sense I'm about to get things thrown at me. I don't own Naruto! Okay! HAPPY NOW?!

...you think he'd mind if I asked him to give me a hug?

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“And therefore, in my opinion, it is not entirely detrimental to include physical seducation tactics in the training of genin, though it should continue on through the progressions in rank...”

At least this speaker has a better idea of what he’s talking about. Suppressing a yawn, Iruka made sure his posture was still erect, his eyes still open, and most importantly, his pencil still moving.

It wasn’t as if the officious morons would ever see that his “notes” were nothing more than idle doodles and fantasies involving them, clothespins, and lots of rowdy six-year olds. I should definitely show this picture to Kakashi. The drawing isn’t half bad, if I do say so myself. The eraser part of the pencil tapped thought fully against the image in question, the speaker from previous sitting on a stage tied up with lots of wire and little kids asking him about the “facts of life.”

Iruka wasn’t going to kid himself. He just wanted to see Kakashi.

Though he wasn’t paying the strictest attention to the current person behind the podium, the one sentence he’d tuned in on had struck him deeper than he’d initially thought. It was because Kakashi’s teachers hadn’t taught him about the facts of life that they were in this situation.

Iruka was very happy with Kakashi, and how their relationship was going thus far, but idly, he wondered what the jounin would have been like had he known more about sex and relationships in general.

Immediately, Iruka winced, and covered it with a head scratch. That was not a pleasant mental image.

Kakashi was handsome. It didn’t take a genius to see that the mask was worn more to infuriate than to cover up malformed features. The outline of the jaw was clean, the nose straight, and he shifted a little in his seat at the remembered feel of those lips.

I have an unhealthy obsession with peoples’ mouths.

Still, one of these days, Iruka decided that he’d have to ask Kakashi for one look at his face. I know that I’d be playing right into his hands if I did, but I’m not sure I can take the mystery any more. He did know that he wanted Kakashi to do it of his own volition, so for now, he’d respect the man’s privacy.

Kakashi... He knew what else he felt towards the man too, but that would have to wait until he got to a less exposed place. To say that he was attracted to the slightly older man would have been an understatement. That was part of it, true, but more than the physical, he was amazed at the mental complexity the man seemed to have.

Every day Iruka was with him, he learned something new about the man. True, he had a lot of the mannerisms of a child (seriously, thinking that he can do anything he wants...), but that was overlaid with a sheer brilliance of thought and incredible sense of humor, which, considering all the man had seen and done, was nothing short of miraculous.

But getting back to the unpleasant thoughts...Iruka sighed, and shifted his position subtly. Kakashi, had he known more about the aspects of life that didn’t have to do with death and survival, could have all too easily been the kind of playboy jounin that Iruka avoided like the plague.

It was why he’d never gone out with Mizuki. The man had been interested (pre-giant fucking shuriken), but Iruka hadn’t. Who the hell knows where that man has been, anyway?

Though it hadn’t done wonders for Kakashi’s psyche, Iruka found himself feeling selfishly glad that the jounin’s teachers had neglected that part of his education. Without that, I might not have had him with me the way I do now.

Coming back to himself, Iruka realized that the room was empty. He blushed. Whoops. Free at last...until tomorrow.

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Chop, chop, chop, THWAK. Sssss. Scrape, scrape, scrape.

The sounds of cooking were ones Kakashi found soothing. Vegetables and meats didn’t fight him as he gently worked to put them into a form that he could eat safely. Oil sizzled softly in a pan as it prepared to cook what Kakashi had just finished chopping. The rice in another pot was already making itself ready for consumption.

Anything to get my mind off of that weird fantasy.

Just why had the image of Naruto and Sasuke in that embrace come to him at that moment, anyway? All they had been doing was fighting; nothing that could be construed as intimate.

Wait. Yes it can.

“Okay, I’m an idiot,” he muttered, absently adding some spices to the cooking stir fry. Frowning at the results, he used a spatula to turn and mix things around a bit before he returned to his thoughts.

Fighting was a form of intimacy all its own. He remembered one time where he had gone to a performance that had dancers from Sand as its main attraction. Though all of the displays had been beautiful, none had caught his eye so much as the sequence containing elements of savagery and warcraft.

There had been two of them, both women. Both were holding glaives, large staffs with a blade at one end. As they whirled through the dance, they’d attack each other with some of the tightest choreography that Kakashi had ever seen in his life. Everything was perfectly placed, and each woman had a smile on her face as she moved along the thin line of life, death, and moving poetry.

Their act had been applauded the loudest.

Until now, Kakashi hadn’t really thought about the way those women moved, but seeing Naruto and Sasuke fight had brought it into his mind again. He moved the stir fry around in its pan, making sure everything was cooking evenly, before he allowed himself to envision the two kissing in that way again.

Their fight was the same. Each kick, punch, backhand...the way they moved together...they’d done it for so long that they moved like those women, like they were so sure of each other that they could completely abandon themselves to the dance.

Seeing their silent communication, it was all too easy to envision them communicating in the language that he was just learning himself.

Still...did I have to enjoy it so much? Seeing that image aroused him more than he really cared to think about. “I mean, it’s gross! They were my former students!”

Another part of him, the one he was starting to become more familiar with, grinned at him in a way he’s also started to recognize; lecherously. Yeah, and they’re legal adults by law. No harm in looking, now is there?

“But they were my students!”

Who just happened to grow up into rather nice-looking men. Maybe not as good-looking as Iruka, but not bad to look at. Or ogle. Or envision in various positions...

Kakashi, at that moment, never smelled anything so sweet and distracting as the faint hint of smoke coming up from the food. Hurriedly, he saw to the damage before it could worsen beyond repair.

His newfound pervy part smirked. Burning dinner isn’t going to save you from this little discussion.

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And the inner pervert surfaces. I knew it was only a matter of time.

I am not sure about some people, but this is probably one of the more annoying aspects of growth. Here you are, enjoying a perfectly harmless relationship with the gender of your fancy, and all of a sudden, the inner lech pops up with a lewd grin and twists words around so that you blush, choke if you're drinking or eating something, then stutter so much the other conversational participant beings to wonder if you have Turet's or something. It only gets worse when you get older, since your body matures and begins actively preparing itself for childbirth (my case) or fertilizing eggs (men's cases).

Sex, whether we all know it or not, is always on the mind. It doesn't always make itself known, but let me tell you, you know when it does, and upon surfacing, it's hard to both ignore and put away again.

...still, it is kind of squick-worthy to be checking out your students when they don't even know you're there.

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