KakaIru Christmas Challenge 2010
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Naruto › Yaoi - Male/Male › Kakashi/Iruka
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
74
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1,385
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7
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Gift Exchange (Bothersome List)
Gift Exchange:
They had their own private hot spring, an elaborate room, and room service that insured they wouldn’t have to leave. Kakashi was proud of his choice in gifts. It was worth every penny to see the look on Iruka’s face while he took it all in.
Iruka’s cheeks flushed and he handed the fairly small box to Kakashi. He coughed. “It’s uh nowhere near as nice a gift.”
Kakashi took the box, carefully untied the ribbon, ripped the paper away from the top, and lifted flaps of the box. A simple wooden brush laid inside. He blinked, looked up at Iruka, down at the box, and back up at Iruka. “Are you implying you don’t like my hair?” he teased, not sure what to make of the gift.
The flush of Iruka’s cheeks darkened, covering his face and crawling down his neck. Even the tips of his ears turned pink. “Well at first I was being funny.”
It was definitely that, if just for the sake of Iruka’s embarrassment. Kakashi chuckled. “And then?” There was clearly something more going on.
Picking the brush up out of the box, Iruka slid his other hand into one of Kakashi’s and pulled him towards the bed and down onto it.
Kakashi sat, curious.
Iruka settled behind him then carefully untied Kakashi’s hitai-ate and set it beside them on the bed. “Well, and then I thought I’d give it to you with the promise that for the weekend, while we’re here, I’m at your beck and call.” He slid the brush through Kakashi’s hair. “I’ll do anything from brush your hair to wash it to--” Iruka leaned and kissed the spot just below Kakashi’s ear. “--wash you,” he purred, wrapping his arms around Kakashi’s shoulders.
Smiling, Kakashi leaned back against Iruka, settling in his arms. “I think you just topped my gift.”
They had their own private hot spring, an elaborate room, and room service that insured they wouldn’t have to leave. Kakashi was proud of his choice in gifts. It was worth every penny to see the look on Iruka’s face while he took it all in.
Iruka’s cheeks flushed and he handed the fairly small box to Kakashi. He coughed. “It’s uh nowhere near as nice a gift.”
Kakashi took the box, carefully untied the ribbon, ripped the paper away from the top, and lifted flaps of the box. A simple wooden brush laid inside. He blinked, looked up at Iruka, down at the box, and back up at Iruka. “Are you implying you don’t like my hair?” he teased, not sure what to make of the gift.
The flush of Iruka’s cheeks darkened, covering his face and crawling down his neck. Even the tips of his ears turned pink. “Well at first I was being funny.”
It was definitely that, if just for the sake of Iruka’s embarrassment. Kakashi chuckled. “And then?” There was clearly something more going on.
Picking the brush up out of the box, Iruka slid his other hand into one of Kakashi’s and pulled him towards the bed and down onto it.
Kakashi sat, curious.
Iruka settled behind him then carefully untied Kakashi’s hitai-ate and set it beside them on the bed. “Well, and then I thought I’d give it to you with the promise that for the weekend, while we’re here, I’m at your beck and call.” He slid the brush through Kakashi’s hair. “I’ll do anything from brush your hair to wash it to--” Iruka leaned and kissed the spot just below Kakashi’s ear. “--wash you,” he purred, wrapping his arms around Kakashi’s shoulders.
Smiling, Kakashi leaned back against Iruka, settling in his arms. “I think you just topped my gift.”