100 Themes fics

Title: Illusion

Pairing: KakaIru

Rating: PG

Warnings: Yaoi M/M relationship, no sexual content, One-shot, Complete, angst

Summary: Sometimes you'd almost rather be disillusioned...

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto



Dedicated to Lenap as a thank you. Written for 100 themes.



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Iruka moved casually through the training grounds, picking up the various items that he'd dropped during his workout. "Twenty three... twenty four..." He muttered, tucking the shuriken back into his pouch. "I'm sure another one landed right about here..." He scrunched up his face, confused; the scar on his nose and cheeks distorted by the expression. "I... and then... it should be here..."



"Close your eyes..." Kakashi said, coming up behind the dark-haired chunin.



Iruka moved to turn around, but the ex-ANBU moved with him, keeping himself just out of the other's line of sight. "Will you give me back the shuriken you stole, if I do?" Iruka asked, the tone clearly stating that he knew Kakashi had taken it.



Kakashi laughed and continued to dodge the other's attempts to turn around. "You really shouldn't bother trying to see what I look like, I was trained by Yondaime after all." Neither of them was really exerting themselves any more than an average person. "Now, like I said, just be good and close your eyes," he repeated, smirking as he moved again.



"Will you..." Iruka started to ask again.



The silver-haired jounin laughed, cutting his words short. "You might get what you want; you'll just have to do as I ask if you want to find out." He moved around easily, and the two of them almost appeared to be doing an odd sort of dance.



Iruka stopped trying to turn around and crossed his arms. "Or, I could just requisition more," he retaliated.



"Yes, but then you'll always wonder what would have happened if you'd just closed your eyes," came Kakashi's counter, the words sliding off his lips in a tone that verged on a laugh. "And, everyone knows about your insatiable curiosity."



"Do they?" Iruka snorted.



The laugh that had been threatening to fall with Kakashi's earlier words tumbled out, and the joinin couldn't help but smile as he replied, "Mmhm... they do."



"Fine..." Iruka muttered, rolling his eyes, but then, with a rather deep sigh, he did close his eyes. "Now, why am I closing them?" He asked, the tone clearly exasperated.



Kakashi stepped in front of him and slid one hand around the back of Iruka's head and the other to his waist. At the sudden contact, Iruka started to open his eyes. "Don't, you'll ruin the illusion."



Iruka chuckled softly and shook his head very slightly. "Afraid I'll be disillusioned if I see your face?"



"That is what I said..." Kakashi whispered, leaning forward, pressing his lips against Iruka softly. Parting them, he lapped softly at the younger man's lips, who parted them with a slight intake of breath that quickly turned into a barely audible moan.



And then, the kiss was over and Kakashi pulled away, his breath catching inexplicably in his throat despite the fact that it was just a kiss.



"Why do we play this game, Kakashi?" Iruka asked, sounding bewildered and slightly hurt. "Let me see your face." The request was almost a plea.



"Next time," Kakashi said, sliding his mask up and laying his head against Iruka's shoulder as his arms went around the younger man.



Iruka returned the embrace, reassuring his lover he wasn't going anywhere. "You always say that..."



'I know,' he thought, unable to actually say it. "Next time." It was a promise, but at the same time, it wasn't.



"Okay."