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Yondaime sighed as he walked into his house. He was nasty. He could almost hear the blood dripping off of him, his feet squishing on the tiled floor with it. The Hokage grimaced.

He needed a shower. Then a bath. A long one. He was going to sleep in that damn tub for as long as he could.

It would just be a few hours. That was all he was going to spare himself to be away from the war. Just long enough to sleep and eat.

And take a bath.

Yondaime took a quick glance around his apartment, noticing nothing amiss he began stripping on the short way to his bathroom. Not caring where his clothes landed or didn’t land. He stepped into the bathroom fully naked. Reaching a long bloody arm out, he turned on the water to full blast and as hot as he could. “Beat me and burn me.” He whispered as he stepped into the scalding water with a hiss. He let it beat down on his skin, turning the gold into a harsh red. He watched the dark water turn slowly to clear as it ran toward the drain.

The 4th Hokage turned the beating water off, not even bothering to dry off, he made his way to the tub he and Jiraiya had dragged in here. It was a two person tub. He smirked, if it wasn’t for the damn war he was sure Jiraiya would be in it now, taking up more than his share with his big body. Yondaime shook his head as he began filling the tub with warm water. Don’t have any time for sentimental shit. He went into his small bachelor’s kitchen and started boiling water for his ramen. It was quick, decent for nutrition (for how quick it was) and one of his favorites.

Something began nagging. He jerked up, his blue eyes scanning as his senses heightened. He thought he felt someone watching him. Nothing. No one. He was alone. The tall lean man sighed as he turned back to the ramen. The war was making him crazy. He let the noodles cool for a bit before gulping it all down like a starved animal.

Then he heard it.

The squeak of his water being turned off in the tub. He kept hold of the pan and stalked toward the bathroom. Listening intently for any other sound. He leapt in, swinging the pan high, going to bring it down on the intruder’s head hopefully. He blinked and staggered. “Wha…what are you doing here!? You always sneak around like this?”

The small boy smirked under the water before resurfacing, pushing the random strands of his dark hair away from his face. “It’s pretty sad when a boy like me can sneak into the Hokage’s room without him noticing.” Those big brown doe-like eyes took in the frying pan, the thin eyebrow quirking up above the right one. “You cook ramen in a frying pan?”

”No!” Yondaime paused and looked at it in his hand, before sighing and setting it in the sink. “You cook the chicken in it then add water and cook the noodles.” He muttered as he studied Iruka in his bathtub.

Iruka smirked, “You only have one pan don’t you?”

Yondaime gave Iruka a wry look as he crossed his arms over his bare chest. “And why are you here again?”

”The water’s getting cool.”

The 4th Hokage blinked, studying the boy again. He shook his head with a sigh and small smile as he slid into the water beside the boy, his ear tails swinging gently under the wild sunny blonde mass of his messy hair. He moaned lightly as he stretched out, his arms curving around the back of the tub, head laying on its edge. “Mmmm…gods yes.” He moaned again as the warm water seemed to sap away all his tight and tired muscles’ pains.

Yondaime raised a brow as he felt a familiar weight settle on his lap. Fingers gripped his ear tails and tugged lightly.

“Why do you have these?”

He sighed, “Because they’re unique.”

”They look ridiculous.”

Sky blue eyes slid open slightly to regard the boy playing with his precious ear tails. “They serve a purpose.”

The boy snorted as he wound them around his small fingers. “Like what?”

”The sound-nins…you can’t hear what they’re doing to attack you most of the time. But they attack you through your inner ear, so when they’re doing their thing the hair vibrates and I can counter act it before it does too much damage.” His eyes slid open wider as the boy on him laughed so hard he slid back down into the water. Yondaime brought his knees up to lift the boy back above the water. “I won’t save you if you drown.”

Iruka sputtered, still laughing. “That’s…stupid.”

Yondaime lifted his head to raise a brow at Iruka, who immediately stopped laughing. “Is that all you came here for? To make fun of me?” He watched in slight amusement as Iruka’s bottom lip seemed to tremble a bit before it slid out a bit further than his top one.

“No.” Iruka looked down at his hands on Yondaime’s chest. “I…was just…” lonely. And I need you. I want to hear those sounds again.

The Hokage smiled as he traced the boy’s small jaw line, lifting his head to look into those deep brown eyes. “It’s alright.” He sighed and wrapped his arms around the slim form hugging him, as if that young life depended on this hug. Yondaime nuzzled into the wet hair, and then kissed the tanned neck. “I understand.”

Iruka smirked over Yondaime’s shoulder. He slid his hips down and against Yondaime’s, grinding their cocks together. He purred as he nipped at his Hokage’s ear lobe.

Yondaime moaned as his hips jerked to meet Iruka’s movements. I am to blame for this. If it hadn’t been for that day he wouldn’t be like this. He ran his hands through Iruka’s hair again, smirking as the band broke. “I need to get you some better hair ties.” He kissed the boy, deeply, hungrily feeding off the young mouth.

Iruka purred as he kept moving against Yondaime. The water sloshed with his movements as he rubbed against Yondaime, harder, faster, moaning with the feelings it created. The boy closed his eyes as he kissed his Hokage back. Happy to be here, happy to share his parents’ love again.

He pressed back into those fingers that had spread him just a few days ago. They were doing it again. Iruka loved the feeling of those fingers in him, how they moved, always making sure they rubbed over that spot so it wouldn’t hurt as much, how the tips seemed to flex a bit to give an extra rub before they pulled out and were replaced by that big cock. The golden hued cock of his Hokage, everything was golden with him, except those eyes that were as blue as the sky on a clear day. The sun and the sky, all wrapped into one…Hokage, one man.

Yondaime moaned as he pressed himself into that tightness he knew from once before. He was a strategist, but even he couldn’t plan this any better. His hips shifted, so that he was sitting lower and so he could press into this eager boy even deeper. He ran his hands over the boy, touching, feeling the slick skin as he let the boy take control of the rhythm. He was tired, and more than willing to let the water slosh with Iruka’s movements.

The Hokage smirked as the boy didn’t seem to stop moaning, the sound one big non-stop pleasurable noise made low in the small throat. Half purr of contentment and half moan of pure pleasure. He added another moan of his own to Iruka’s, gripping the small sharp hips. One hand sliding down to fist the boy’s cock, pumping in opposite direction, noting it threw the boy off for a second but then he was back again, faster and harder than ever.

They came at the same moment; a few harsh thrusts and bucks later. One spurting into the heat and tightness of a young almost-teen, the other into the cooling water of the bath gone far from innocent; the boy crying out as the man moaned loudly. He held the boy to him, hand running up and down the small back as he regained control of his breathing and the rest of his body. Iruka lay panting on his chest, small arms wrapped around his neck, breath feathering out over his cooling skin. He smiled slightly, leaning his cheek against the top of the brown haired boy’s head.

“You don’t have to go back do you?”

”Yes. I do.”

”Why?”

”Because it’s my duty, just as someday, when you become a Gennin and above, it will be yours as well.”

“I hope the war will be over soon.”

“It’ll be over in due time. Nothing lasts forever Iruka.”

“Good.”

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The boy stood in the rain. He couldn’t remember a time when it had ever rained so much in one year in the fire Country.

Must be the earth crying for how much innocent and unnecessary blood has been spilt.

He was wearing all black again, tears mixing with the rain as he looked at the mound of flowers surrounding the picture of the golden man.

The sun and sky in one man.

The burn of him Iruka could still feel. The ache of losing so very freshly cut anew. Sharp ears picked out the footfalls of the other people leaving. Women keening, men crying freely, one lone boy standing as alone as he was in the world looking at the single picture, but there was still hope. This man had made sure of that before he passed.

The sun and the sky will meet the earth now. Has met the earth.

Small dark hands wove their way through the tightly pulled back dark strands, snapping the band that held them. “You never bought me better ones.” He whispered to the picture as the dripping hair fell around his face. His hand reached out to trace one of the ear-tails in the picture. “Ridiculous.”

Nothing lasts forever.