Leave the window open..

A belated Birthday gift to myself, and to Professor_Sibly. My Hero that wrote "Furyan Heat" (RIDDICK IS HOOTTT!) and "The Broken, The unwanted, and the Inhuman."

We both love this pairing.

Happy 24th, Professor, and after you get done finishing those Harry potter stories, WRITE SOME NARUTO FANFICS!!!

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Iruka remembers all the reasons why he leaves the window open...

Kakashi(Seme)/Iruka(Uke)

Normal = Present time.
Italic = Memory.

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Iruka sighed as he closed the door tightly behind him, took off his Chunin vest. He then immediately turned towards the bathroom, intent on taking a shower. Today had been a fairly good day: the children where semi-polite, the weather was perfect, all of the mission scrolls that where returned where at least in one piece.. But that hadn't stopped his heart from dropping the second he was alone.

He was painfully sad and devastatingly lonely.

Iruka gave a quick and pained glance to the window across from his bed... The window he always left open as long as long as the weather allowed... Ever since that night.. And he knew the reason for his pain right away.

"Ruka?..." Kakashi's voice sounded in the back of Iruka's mind, with a hint of lust and amusement. The memory taunting him, even in his waking state...

"Thinking about me again?.. Naughty Sensei..." Memory-Kakashi said, as he loamed over The bed, like a cat just waiting to pounce.

"KA-Ka-Kakashi!" Memory-Iruka had stammered in embarrassment, trying to conceal what he was doing under his own covers. It wasn't everyday you were caught 'Red-handed' in your own home, moaning your intruders' name..

The two then froze at one another. One not knowing what to do, and the other wondering how fair he could get this to go.

"... Continue..." Kakashi had then commanded. his voice so full of Lust. Iruka could only shivered and obey..

His eyes saddened a bit more..

He turned away from his bed and the window now, and walked into his bathroom. The memory, however arousing, did nothing to dull the pain in Iruka's heart.

He closed the bathroom door, and placed all of his clothes in the Hamper at the side. He completely stripped himself, then brought his hands to his ponytail, untying-it, and letting his hair fall gracefully around his face.

"Your hair looks so good like that..." Memory-Kakashi said from the shower. A nearly non-exist mist coming from the shower, as the silver-haired man stepped out. Wrapping a towel around his waist... Without his mask on. Kakashi truly was a god in human form..

Memory-Iruka looked back with wide eyes, blushing...

"Thanks... I don't wear it down alot, though.."

"Why not?.."

"I just don't like the way it looks.. Not like having it down helps, I still have the scar across my face ether way..." Iruka said, quickly looking away.

"Iruka..." Memory Kakashi deadpanned, as he wrapped his arms around his lovers waist, and made him look forward. Into the good-size bathroom mirror in front of them.

"Do you really think that scar matters that much, 'Ruka?.." Iruka quickly looked away in shame. He really hadn't meant to let that out... Kakashi just made him face forward again, this time taking a moment to push his semi-long hair to the side so he could litter Iruka's neck with kisses..

Iruka leaned back into his lover, and Kakashi's hand roamed down.. Seconds later Iruka was panting and moaning wantonly, as Kakashi finally stilled his assault on Iruka's body.

"Ruka, Look.." Kakashi breathed heatedly, apparently barely containing his lust.. Iruka opened his pleasure-hazed eyes, and looked back to the mirror.. What he saw shocked him and nearly made him fall over the edge..

His head, Lolled back on Kakashi's shoulder. Thin wet locks of his hair spread out like watery vines, sticking to his and kakashi body wherever it could. Kakashi's arms around him, holding him steady even as he made Iruka weak with pleasure... Both eyes burning feraly with possession and lust, with one red eye spinning wildly out of control. Both staring breathlessly at the sight before them in the mirror.

definitively a sight to remember...

"Do you see it, 'Ruka-Koi?..." Kakashi whispered into in Iruka's ear...

"Because THAT's what I see..." Ruka shivered at the tone and the heat that came from the mouth. Kakashi then leaned in close, and put his mouth even close to the other's ear.

"Your Fucking Gorgeous, 'Ruka... Never forget that..."

The memory in the mirror faded away, leading way to reality.. Iruka frowned at the reflection that was so different from what it was at that moment.. The mirror was still there before him, but there was no water running in the shower. No steam rolling out. And most importantly, No Kakashi...

Iruka sighed and turned away from the mirror now, getting into the shower. The warm water felt good against his back, the scent of the shampoo and conditioner that he and Kakashi used smelt pleasant and familiar, but.. It didn't help the pain and loneliness that was pit of his stomach didn't go away.

He had known, not long after he and Kakashi started seeing one another, that he was more then attracted to him.. Kakashi WAS flawed, and damaged, even more so then himself, but that didn't stop Iruka from becoming attached to him.. No, more then attached.. Addicted.

Hensh why had had started leaving his window open to begin... And why he kept them open, even when he was away. Hoping he would come to him, the moment he returned. Iruka was addicted to him. In all his flaws, his faults, all his perfection and greatness, everything... The man was a genius, and had more power then Iruka could imagine..

But the man was also a sex fiend. He was nearly insatiable, and Iruka was starting to believe that the reason he read Ichi Ichi so much was to help him keep his libido under control.. Iruka had been the object (more like 'Brunt') of The Copy Nin's lust for over 8 months now, and seriously feared what would happen if someone actually succeeded in taking Kakashi's favored books away.. Iruka had been tempted to lock his windows before and shunt the pervert out, he had a feeling he's be forced to lock, tag, AND Jutsu the window should Kakashi ever go a day without his beloved smut books..

But despite all of that, Iruka had fallen for him.. Fallen for him hard. He.. He was in love with him. Iruka winced as he put both of his hand in front of him to steady himself in the shower.

He was so in love with Kakashi, It hurt. Whenever Kakashi left on one of these crazy dangerous A or S class missions it HURT... Not knowing if he was alright, not being able to contact him... Not knowing if he would come back in a body bag, or come back at all.. Not knowing if he would have to bury him, like Iruka had to bury his whole family and former students..

If he lost Kakashi... If he was forced to stand there as Kakashi was buried, casket lowered into the ground... Iruka wouldn't be able to handle it.. what remaining life he had in him would be gone. It hurt to love someone that much. But he loved him anyway.

Iruka stepped out of his shower a moment later, and immediately found himself confused. How much time did he spend in the shower again?.. Was it more or less then his normal time?.. He did wash his hair, right?..

He sighed, and ran his hand though his long hair. Well, not that it matter now; he was out of the shower now, and didn't feel like taking another one.. He walked into his room now, and immediately fell onto his bed, silently berated himself for being so distracted...

Yes, Iruka had it bad. He was so bloody 'love sick' he couldn't bear it.. Or as Gai would say, he was having 'Kakashi withdraw'... Iruka looked to his open window again, his eyes pained and sad..

He just wished.. He just wished that Kakashi was back already. Having him leave, over and over again was like having a acidic pit in the middle of his chest that was refilled every time he was away.. Maybe it wasn't right, maybe his and Kakashi's relationship wasn't EXACTLY Healthily.. Maybe Iruka was just co-dependent... But that didn't matter.. all that mattered was that when Kakashi came back to the village, he would have a lover and warm bed to come home to, and window, wide open waiting to welcome him.

And for Iruka, for now at least, it would just have to be enough.

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Part 2; Kakashi comes home!!