All for the Sake of Pleasure

Chapter 20

Kakashi cracked an eye open and glared at his alarm clock. If looks could kill, the digital monstrosity would be in a melted puddle already – and whoever had the nerve to knock at his door at five thirty in the morning would be settling down in hell. Groaning softly, he dropped his head back down on the pillow and tried to ignore the nagging feeling that he should answer the door.

After so many years as Gai's friend and youthful rival, Kakashi was accustomed to his best friend coming to visit and challenge him at odd hours. But this was strange even for Gai. The Green Beast of Konoha liked his sleep almost as much as Kakashi, but Gai never slept past nine, claiming that they were wasting their youth if they did not get up at some point in the morning. But if the sun was not up yet, neither was Gai. And five thirty was definitely long before the sun rose.

Then again, Gai was on a mission with his new genin team. He was not in Konoha, but probably somewhere within Suna's borders and would be for the next week. Then who the hell had the nerve to knock on Kakashi's door as such an ungodly hour? Not even Naruto was up this early and that blonde ball of energy was the only other person who had the nerve to come by and wake Kakashi up.

Sasuke would just transport himself into the apartment, put on a pot of coffee, and wait for Kakashi to wake up on his own accord. If it was not for their years spent together training Sasuke's Sharingan, the young jounin's boldness probably would have rubbed Kakashi the wrong way. But more often than not, they both had crashed on the couch or the living room floor after a day of strenuous training. It had been wonderful to wake up to the smell of fresh coffee and hot breakfast made by the secretive culinary master.

Just the memory of Sasuke's pancakes made Kakashi's mouth water in anticipation. The hope of getting to taste Sasuke's cooking catapulted the jounin out of his bed and racing towards the front door, forgetting for a moment that Sasuke didn't bother to knock when he knew Kakashi was asleep. Considerate bastard never wanted to wake Kakashi up, knowing his old teacher rarely slept as it was.

As Kakashi meandered across the apartment, he could not help but gasp at the cold floor against his bare feet. If nothing else, the shock of the temperature woke him up just as much as a cup of strong coffee. Forcing himself not to shiver, Kakashi finally made it to the front door. Opening the door, Kakashi began rubbing his tired eyes, ready to hear some sarcastic comment about his bed head from Sasuke. What he actually heard was far from his expectations.

"Oh, did I wake you up, Kakashi? I'm sorry. I didn't think..."

"'Ruka?" Kakashi blinked sleepily as he tried to focus his gaze on the blushing brunet on his doorstep. A little closer observation revealed Saki was sleeping in his father's arms, his tiny hands clutching Iruka's chuunin jacket tightly. What the hell were the two Uminos doing here at five thirty in the morning? Not that Kakashi was complaining. His dreams were filled with reliving that kiss from last week – and a few ideas his imagination had come up with for future evenings spent with Iruka after Saki was put to bed. Oh, just the thought of what he could do to Iruka made Kakashi's cock begin to harden.

"Y-You do remember that today is Wednesday, don't you?" Iruka asked with a raised eyebrow. He had been expecting one of several scenarios as he got dressed this morning, preparing for his first day back at the academy. The very worst possibility was that Kakashi was not home at all or he refused to watch Saki for one reason or another. Iruka doubted that the jounin would have been wide awake at this hour. But, for some reason, he had not been expecting the adorably rumpled man standing at the door, obviously groggy and getting closer and closer to falling back asleep standing up. Already, the tall man's head was nodding up and down as though he was forcing himself to stay awake.

Then again, Iruka never thought Kakashi could look so, well, domestic. Before him was not the fierce jounin who struck fear into the hearts of missing nin everywhere. Gone were the faces of the all-knowing genius, the master strategist, and the famed diplomat. There was no indication that Kakashi was the pervert everyone knew him to be.