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It’s not the first time Iruka has fumed himself to tears.
If you’re one of the lucky few to know Iruka so well, then you’d know he’s an angry crier. It’s not like he can help it, he gets it from his mom.
Iruka would like to think himself not so overdramatic, but sometimes – sometimes it’s just beyond his control.
Silvery curtains blow tropical air through their penthouse window. Palm trees line the beach below, and Iruka hugs his robe to himself and blinks through the anger, because once more, he’s been left alone.
Iruka doesn’t mind that Kakashi works hard. Kakashi’s strength and tenacity are qualities that Iruka adores.
But he just wishes for once, Kakashi’s laziness would apply to this, too.
It’s not the first time Kakashi has been forced to attend business meetings on a vacation, and it most definitely won’t be the last. Iruka isn’t so delusional to think Kakashi would drop everything and rush to his side like a prince charming, and Iruka wouldn’t want him to.
It’s the fact that Kakashi lied.
Iruka has traveled with Kakashi on a handful of business vacations before. The trips have all been well and fine, but this one was supposed to be different. This was supposed to be theirs.
He’d curled up with Kakashi on a good day. Wrapped his arms around his neck and purred, “Now don’t call me crazy, but…”
“Oh no,” Kakashi smiled. “Should I brace myself?”
“Maybe,” Iruka hummed. He’d pulled out all the stops; crawled in Kakashi’s lap and kissed him slow and long. “What if we took a trip just for us?”
The elated look on Kakashi’s face had made it feel real. Like for once, they’d really be escaping all this, just to spend time together. To get away from the parties and the assistants and the homework and the endless meetings.
No business, they agreed.
Light reflects off the ocean below, and it taunts him. There are children laughing and surfers floating over the waves.
Iruka had planned all the cheesy, touristy crap to his heart’s desire. Reef snorkeling, mountain hikes, rafting and devoted time to snuggling on the beach; and Iruka feels stupid now, because he was actually dumb enough to think Kakashi would stick around for it.
Iruka knows he’s being a little unforgiving. Kakashi had actually sounded very apologetic this morning.
There’s a very powerful potential Hateco partner named Sunagakure here in Oahu, and when they found out about Kakashi’s arrival, they invited him to a multitude of meetings to make connections with some of their wealthy heads.
In the back of his mind, Iruka knows it’s the smart thing to do. But that doesn’t mean he can’t be a little ticked off about it.
His reflection in the hotel mirror is a bit of a mess; cheeks red, hair wavy and curled from the humidity, scratchy white robe tucked over his shoulders. Iruka wipes his eyes with the sleeve and huffs.
Fine. If it has to be this way, then fine. He didn’t fly halfway across the globe just to sit on his ass and wait for his husband to come back. Iruka is going to have a good time, god dammit.
He grabs his camera, throws on his hiking boots, and summons a cab.
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Iruka spends so much energy stomping around pretending to have fun, that he’s not actually sure if he enjoys it or not. The views are nice, the weather is beautiful, but his heart just isn’t in it. (But if anyone asks, he’s having the goddamn time of his life, fuck off.)
“Hey,” Kakashi greets, as Iruka shuts the hotel room door. “I was wondering where you went off to.”
He sits up off the bed, setting aside his novel, and his movement is lazy, but Iruka sees the worry in his shoulders.
“Aww, how sweet of you to care,” Iruka snaps, and Kakashi flinches. He toes off the hiking boots, undoes the frizzy mess of his ponytail, and tosses the camera to the bed. They’ve had fights before, but Iruka has never felt hurt just by looking at Kakashi.
“Ah.” Kakashi’s expression walls off, and he plucks at the camera. “Did you visit the waterfall?”
“Yuup.”
Kakashi knows he’s angry, so he doesn’t prod much after Iruka snaps at him. He keeps mostly to himself, determined to stay out of Iruka’s warpath, and it’s so completely the opposite of what Iruka wants, that it just makes him angrier.
Kakashi is gone for the next day entirely. Iruka wakes up alone, and spends the morning with his chin hooked on his knees. His heart rolls round in the pit of his stomach, mourning the night spent on opposite sides of the bed, hardly touching at all.
Iruka has never loved before, like he’s loved Kakashi. He knew that – well. He thought Kakashi felt the same. But now Iruka can’t help but feel dumb; looking forward to quality time with someone he’s married to? Is that dumb? Is Kakashi sick of him already?
There’s a note scribbled on the hotel notepad, stuck to his lamp with one of Iruka’s bobby pins.
I’m sorry, love. I’ll be back by two.
Iruka rolls it up and tosses it in the trash can. Fuck it, he’s going snorkeling.
~
Two more days pass like this. Kakashi returns to the hotel room worn out and sunken, his expression so distant, it’s like Iruka hardly knows him at all.
They’ve been married for three years. Iruka sees him sit on the edge of the bed, watches him rub his tired eyes, and the sizzling of negative emotion starts to melt into something else. It pulls on his heart strings long enough for Iruka to think maybe...he should just let this one go.
He wants to tuck Kakashi’s tired face into his shoulder; wants to cuddle and kiss his mouth and do all the things he’s dreamed about doing on the long plane ride here.
“I need you to come to a party with me,” Kakashi says.
Hm. Actually, nevermind.
Iruka stares at him, unblinking. Anger boils like a pot of steam.
“Are you actually being serious right now?!”
Kakashi stares back at him, almost daring to start a fight. His face is blank.
“Yes. It’s the last event of the week, and Gaara wants to meet you.”
Iruka wants to say that Gaara can go shove it up his own ass, but the rational part of his mind knows this connection would be good for the company. They’re practically competition, and some kind of pseudo alliance would be the push Hateco needs to reach oil-level stocks before Kakashi nearly crashed the market twenty years ago. Iruka is dragged along to enough of these things, he’s not stupid.
So Iruka grinds his teeth, steers his face neutral, and grabs his towel off the back of the chair.
“Whatever.”
“This is really important, Iruka,” Kakashi says. “I just need you to make nice for a couple hours.”
Iruka rolls his eyes.
“Yes, yes, fine. I’ll play your perfect little trophy-husband.”
Kakashi frowns, “Iruka…” but he’s already shut the door and cranked the water as hot as it’ll go.
Okay, fine. Not a problem. If Kakashi wants him on his best behavior, Iruka will be a fucking saint.
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It’s a ten minute drive to the inland conference center. There’s more of a paparazzi presence than what Iruka is typically used to, and the driver has them escorted to the back entrance.
It’s everything Iruka has seen before. Lavish décor, men and women dressed in expensive attire, jewels and chandeliers and orchestras. The architecture has a more traditional island-style to it, but it’s similar to the high-society parties they attend back at home.
Kakashi had a last-minute suit embroidered for him, but Iruka is beginning to question how much of this was a last-minute plan, and how much was a lie. The suit is very nice; gold and black and beautiful as always, but Iruka refused to show a reaction this time.
Kakashi’s hand is a constant presence at his spine. Where Iruka would typically lean into his side and laugh against his ear, he keeps a polite distance tonight.
Iruka is a perfect husband, okay. He shakes all the hands, remembers names, compliments gowns and makes friendly conversations with the company heads.
But Iruka is not happy. He does not want to be here, and he is going to let Kakashi know that in writing.
Kakashi is unreadable tonight. He’s respectful and well-mannered, but the glow in his eyes is not there. That makes Iruka feel at least a little satisfied.
A gentleman kisses his hand, and Iruka lets his fingers hover at his lips a moment too long. He’s a handsome man, and he looks Iruka over when he doesn’t immediately pull his fingers away.
“Hatake Iruka, it’s a pleasure,” he smiles.
“No, please. The pleasure is all mine,” Iruka purrs back.
“Gaara is here,” Kakashi says, yanking Iruka by the waist. “Excuse us, sir.”
Iruka wiggles out of his tight grip and huffs. Kakashi levels him with a glare, but Iruka pretends not to see it.
So what if Kakashi looks like a million bucks in a bespoke? So what if Iruka still kind-of wants to jump him in a back alley like they’re twenty. His stupid hot face isn’t getting him out of this one, oh no.
Iruka is out for blood.
“ Be good,” Kakashi hisses in his ear, and Iruka breathes out of his nose to keep his composure.
Gaara is a short, well dressed man with fire-red hair and a cold, but well-mannered demeanor. He has a whole entourage at his side.
“Good evening,” Gaara bows. “Thank you for taking the time out of your vacation to stop by.”
Kakashi and Iruka bow in return.
“It was no problem.” Lie. “Kakashi told me so much about you.” Lie.
“Ah,” Gaara stiffens. “I was surprised to hear that Hatake Kakashi got hitched.”
“Sometimes it surprises me too,” Iruka says, in a tone not so friendly, and Kakashi grips his hip a little too rough.
“Are you ready to talk business?”
“Yes,” Gaara nods, seemingly happy to change the subject, but Iruka can’t find it in himself to feel guilty.
Unlike in the past, Iruka is actually allowed to sit in on the business meetings, because his opinion actually means something now (apparently). Sometimes Iruka enjoys weighing in, working as a voice of reason in Kakashi’s ear, but Iruka is over it tonight. It’s humid and there’s so many people and this whole trip has gone down the shitter.
They’re led to a conference room with a small circular table, and a dozen other people take a seat. Iruka pulls out his own chair before Kakashi can do it for him, and he knows Kakashi is giving him displeased looks, but too bad so sad.
It’s all boring nonsense. Iruka doesn’t participate. Someone asks his opinion halfway through the meeting, and Iruka offers a single shrug, a sip of his wine, and that’s that.
“Well you’re his spouse, Iruka-san. Hateco acquiring Suna’s assets would definitely be a change to your lifestyle,” a woman offers lightheartedly.
“Money and a busy husband are no strangers,” Iruka replies coldly.
A beat.
“Right…”
Kakashi twirls a pen around in his finger, seemingly indifferent, but Iruka knows his body language like the back of his hand. It’s like poking a bear, watching him rile up and knowing you’ll get mauled for it. Iruka knows he’s being petty, but he just can’t stop.
Iruka sees the handsome gentleman from earlier staring his way, so Iruka smiles at him over his wine, and the pen in Kakashi’s hand snaps against the metal of his wedding band with a dull thwack.
“I think Sunagakure has a lot to offer,” Kakashi says, voice pressed polite. “Send me home with a proposal and I’ll have my guys look over it.”
“Very well. Would you be opposed to meeting again in six weeks?”
“If the terms we discussed are written in your proposal, then not at all.”
Iruka stifles a yawn. He mumbles excuse me, but he knows the table is looking at him already. He wants out of this tie, he wants out of these shoes, he wants –
“I think you two should return to the rest of your vacation,” Gaara offers a professional smile and a handshake. Kakashi rises to shake his hand back. Iruka’s stomach flips from the hard cut of his profile, narrowed in stone.
“Yes. I think that might be best for everyone.”
Ah, shit. He’s mad.
Kakashi’s eyes pierce through him as he offers a firm arm, but Iruka isn’t one to back down, so he doesn’t lose face as he grips Kakashi’s elbow and waves a curt goodbye to the rest of the room.
~
Their arguments have never lasted long, for one reason and one reason only.
But Kakashi looks so pissed, Iruka isn’t sure if that saving grace will come through this time.
He keeps his gaze out the window. Kakashi doesn’t say a single word. The air is so tense, you could cut it with a knife and eat it. Iruka peeks at Kakashi out of the corner of his eye, and his stomach flips again. His neck tingles, and Iruka fidgets a little, going warm from the serious look on his face.
Iruka refuses to go down without a fight. He knows he was in the wrong, but he knows Kakashi was too.
Iruka is led into the elevator. Up to the top floor. Through the hallway. Kakashi is slow in pulling out his card key, and Iruka can’t take it anymore.
“Look,” he snaps. “I wouldn’t have had such an attitude tonight if you had – “
Iruka is stopped short as Kakashi grabs his arm, flings him into the hotel room, slams the door shut and pushes him up against the wall.
Iruka doesn’t even tense. He ragdolls, head lolling back on the wall, because as mad as he is, as fuming as Kakashi’s eyes are – he knows Kakashi would never hurt him. Iruka stands there and stares like a matador to a bull.
“You,” Kakashi hisses, fingers gripping his chin, breath at his face. “Are a brat.”
The words trickle down his spine. To his own embarrassment, the anger and the tension and the pettiness swirl into a heat that’s indistinguishable from arousal. Kakashi’s eyes are grey and burning, his hair messy from running his hands through it so many times, his tie yanked loose around his neck, sweat at his brow and the smell of him, god, fuck that cologne.
Iruka tests his luck. He knows this man better than any lover, so he clings onto that one saving grace.
“If you’re holding your breath for an apology, then you can choke,” Iruka says.
Kakashi growls, and the grip on his chin goes tight enough to feel good. Kakashi attacks his mouth like it’s a fight, and Iruka takes it, fuck does he. The kiss is explosive, tight and fast and they move together, rocking up against the wall in grips of crumbled clothing and bruised lips. Clipped groans, heavy breathing, their kisses are wet and sloppy and loud.
Iruka works a knee between Kakashi’s legs. He feels how hard he is, how hard he’s been, and Iruka knows he’s won.
“You are so fucking lucky your mouth turns me on,” Kakashi grits, and when Iruka sees love in his eyes, he knows they’re okay.
“I know,” Iruka says, and reaches for his mouth again.
He grips Kakashi’s hair tight in his hands. Fingers slip to cup his neck, another hand squeezing for his ass and grinding his shoulders against the gritty wallpaper, and it feels so good it hurts. Iruka is burning, he’s been burning, he wants to cut Kakashi open and bury himself inside. Bite him to death and claw down his back.
Kakashi’s anger tastes like liquor in his mouth. He licks across his teeth, grinds into Iruka so desperately, that Iruka cracks down the middle. His dick is absolutely rock solid, and he rolls it into Kakashi’s hip and sighs.
“I’m still mad at you but nnn-- let’s move. Ahh. Please.”
Kakashi peers down at him. He pets across Iruka’s lip none too gently, and tips his chin up once more. His voice is a tremor of bass and husky arousal. Dominating and crystal clear.
“You were very bad.”
Ah. So we’re doing that tonight.
Iruka didn’t realize how much he needed it until now. How badly he needs Kakashi’s hands on him – rough and fast and the prospect of losing control, of putting up a fight – it sounds like a dream.
They’ve worked shit out through sex before, but never like this. Iruka needs to feel him everywhere. Needs to know that he didn’t scare Kakashi away with his dumb mouth. Needs to know that Kakashi in turn feels sorry.
“I won’t make it easy for you,” Iruka says. It’s an out.
Kakashi’s mouth is a solid line, but his eyes shine in amusement.
“Green light?”
“Yes daddy,” Iruka says easy, and is pushed towards the bed alarmingly fast.
Kakashi flings his own tie across the room, pops his cuffs and sits on the edge of the bed. “Pants to your thighs. We’re going to do this bare because you were exceptionally mouthy this evening.”
Iruka has to summon all his self-control to not trip over himself and yank out his belt like lightning. He forces himself to go slow. The belt clatters to the floor.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Your spankings will increase every time you talk back to me,” Kakashi says, tone level and very, very clear. He holds up his last three fingers, “You’re at thirteen. Come here.”
Iruka defiantly stands between his legs. Kakashi yanks off his jacket by the arms, and Iruka keeps his shoulders square as his shirt is popped off, and his pants are tugged down beneath his butt. Iruka is almost disgusted at himself, for how turned on he is. Kakashi taps his own thigh. Iruka turns his head away.
“No.”
“Fourteen. Iruka, bend over now .”
Damn, Kakashi pisses him off, but his voice sure is hot. Iruka’s erection bobs against his navel. He whines because he knows Kakashi gets off on it.
“No. You were the one who left me. You should be the one getting spanked.”
Kakashi’s eyes flash.
“That will be for me to decide. Fifteen.”
Iruka kneels onto the bed and bends over his lap. Kakashi pushes him down by the lower back, and Iruka’s breath hitches as his cock falls between Kakashi’s legs, barely touching the comforter. Strong hands yank down his trousers a little further, and Iruka knows it’s going to hurt, but it’s going to feel soo good. The anticipation knots his stomach. He’s missed this.
Kakashi pets across his right cheek, then his left.
“Count off for me, babydoll.”
“ No. ”
Slap!
That one was a warm up, but it still makes Iruka gasp.
“Sixteen. We really don’t want to keep doing this do we, baby?”
Slap!
“No daddy.”
“Then count.”
“Two,” Iruka hisses. He bunches up the sheets in his hands, and refuses to make noise other than his counting. Kakashi’s hand alternates on his asscheeks, and when they get to ten, he cracks across the bottom of his thigh, and Iruka does wail, that time.
“You are so very gorgeous,” Kakashi sighs, rubbing the sting away. “Six more, okay sweetheart?”
He can feel the heat seeping down to his toes, and he wiggles, trying to get friction on his cock.
“Yes,” Iruka chokes, and seethes out eleven as it burns up his spine. He’s growing impatient, squirming to try and grind his thigh down on Kakashi’s clothed erection, and he gets an especially hard spank for that one.
“You’re not sly,” Kakashi says, and the humor in his voice is so him, that it momentarily pulls Iruka away from their little roleplay.
“Kakashi, ” Iruka cries, forehead rubbing into the sheets. His voice comes out deep and raspy. “Kakashi. I need you to fuck me.”
Kakashi lets out a shuddery exhale.
Slap!
Iruka jumps, and then moans into his forearms. It’s loud and shameless, and Iruka is forgetting it all. The annoyance, the pain, the anger. Kakashi soothes over the burn, whispers damn you are sexy, and Iruka finds he just doesn’t care about their fight anymore. His wedding ring feels heavy on his finger.
“Please,” Iruka repeats, louder. “Kakashi!”
“That was twelve. Are you still green?”
“Yes, fuck. Yes.” Iruka trembles. He’s leaking all over Kakashi’s expensive suit pants, but it’s not the worst thing they’ve done to a suit, that’s for sure.
Thirteen. Fourteen.
Each one shakes through him. He’s oversensitive, filled up and overflowing with Kakashi’s voice. His vision speckles with black at number fifteen, and Iruka moans when he hears the crack of a lube bottle.
“I love you,” Kakashi says, and spanks him one last time. It hurts, and it’s amazing. It’s so strong, Kakashi surely must’ve felt the sting too, and that makes heat unfurl in his stomach.
The afterburn is a pleasant tingle. Iruka sighs in relief, and lets himself be manhandled to straddle Kakashi’s lap. He searches Kakashi’s face for confirmation that he did good. He needs to know he was good.
“Perfect, you did perfect,” Kakashi praises, and his hands are shaky and hot as they grip Iruka’s face and kiss him. “You drive me mad, but you are perfect.”
Iruka’s lips tremble against his mouth. His ass burns, and he feels oversensitive as Kakashi’s hand returns slick and cool with lube.
“Tell me you’re sorry for leaving me alone,” Iruka demands.
“I’m sorry for leaving you alone,” Kakashi says, sweet in his mouth. One kiss.
“And that you love me.”
“I love you more than anything. Anything in the world, Iruka.”
“Okay,” Iruka nods, shakily feeling himself return back to earth. “I’m sorry I was a brat.”
Kakashi laughs under his breath, and Iruka moans as a slick finger breaches him quick and painless.
“I deserved it. But damn you are sexy when you’re mad.”
“Please fuck me stupid,” Iruka sighs.
Kakashi wastes no time pressing him back into the sheets and stretching him. His pants are long gone, and Kakashi’s clothes are tossed off the side of the bed, and Iruka’s eyes roll back as he’s finger-fucked merciless and without tease. Kakashi rolls tight little circles around his prostate, curls and presses right up against it as if Iruka isn’t shouting himself raw.
Iruka’s hair falls out of his ponytail, and it’s pooled around the pillows and messy in his face. Kakashi stares down at him like he’s a three-course meal. The husky rasp in his voice is like porn.
“Shit, I’m gonna’ come just listening to you. Are you okay?”
“Yes, yes, fuck the condom,” Iruka fwaps his hand around.
The muscles in his legs twitch as Kakashi fucks him in one swift motion. He’s so thick, good lord, Iruka always feels stretched to the brim. It’s a solid punch, full to his throat and finally home. He knows this body; knows the rich, firm muscle of him – and still, Iruka will never tire of it. Kakashi hums as Iruka squeezes down around him, and hands sooth up his thighs and grip hard.
Kakashi rolls him to his stomach, and Iruka is all the happier for it. His ass cheeks feel raw as Kakashi’s thighs slap against them, and Iruka rides it out, burying his face in his crossed arms and moaning from the back of his throat.
“Harder,” Iruka demands, so Kakashi fucks him harder. It hurts and it doesn’t, and Kakashi’s fingers find his own in the sheets, and Iruka nearly pops off when Kakashi bites into the flesh of his shoulder.
“Fuck, fucking Christ,” Kakashi curses under his breath. “You drive me crazy, love. Say my name.”
“Kakashi,” Iruka cries, and goes mad from the way Kakashi nails his prostate dead on. The head of his cock rubs against the sheets and Iruka yanks his hips away so he won’t come yet. The headboard slams against the wall. Iruka fucks himself back on Kakashi’s cock because he can. Fuck what other people say, married sex is the best he’s had.
Iruka is rolled back over eventually. Kakashi’s pupils are blown out, sweat down his pale chest and panting with the effort, and Iruka squeezes tight at the base of his own cock to keep himself from coming yet.
Iruka wants to feel it tomorrow. He throws his leg into the crook of Kakashi’s arm, and Kakashi’s eyes widen.
“Come on daddy,” Iruka prods, breathless.
Kakashi rasps a curse, and Iruka groans as he’s folded in half and absolutely nailed. Kakashi slows the pace and picks back up again, and Iruka knows he’s drawing it out, stopping as he gets close so he can drive Iruka further up the bed, crazier and crazier.
Sweat drips down Kakashi’s face, and he flicks it out of the way with a jerk of his head. Iruka smooths his hands up Kakashi’s damp cheeks and kisses him sloppy, and Kakashi breathes out the most gorgeous sound ever.
It trills up is back, tingles in his fingers and his toes. His stomach is flip flopping all over the place, balls so tight he can taste how close he is. He can feel every time Kakashi breeches him, and the slick squelch of lube is a chorus against their heavy breathing.
Iruka stumbles out a warning, “Kakashi I’m ah – I’m coming. Ah, ah.”
“Fuuuck,” Kakashi drawls throatily, and rolls his hips in four steady thrusts that have Iruka clawing down his back like a cat. The lines are going to look very pretty tomorrow.
Iruka arches when it hits, twisted in a silent scream until he finds his vocal cords again. He shoots all the way up his chest, his cock grinding against Kakashi’s stomach as he’s fucked through it, and Kakashi’s tongue at his throat is very, very welcome. He comes so hard it hurts.
Iruka curses heavily under his breath, and combs his fingers through Kakashi’s hair. He’s throbbing, sweaty and sticky and achy in the best way possible. His body rolls limply as Kakashi chases his own edge, and Iruka happily takes it, abused ass and all.
He knows Kakashi is close. It’s in his shoulders, in the short, stopped gasps in his ear, in the unsteady rhythm and the harshness of his thrusts. Iruka hums happily and pets his cheeks, purring Kakashi, Kakashi -- and Kakashi chokes a moan. He pulls out at the last minute, shakily thrusting against Iruka’s soft hip and coming over Iruka’s stomach. It’s the sexiest thing ever, and Iruka’s soft cock gives a lazy twitch.
An ocean breeze blows in from the window.
Kakashi’s forehead hits his breastbone with a dull thunk.
Iruka lays there and cools, eyes stuck to the ceiling as he pets through Kakashi’s coarse hair. Their bodies stick together, and Iruka feels the afterglow roll through him like a drug.
“I’m still mad at you,” Iruka says. “But I love you.”
Kakashi’s lips rub over his chest, less of a kiss and more of a nuzzle.
“I know. I love you too.”
~
The hotel shower has multiple heads, so they shower together. Their suite has many luxuries that Iruka hasn’t been able to enjoy so far, and that fact makes him sad.
Kakashi sits and towels off Iruka’s hair. Iruka feels warm and sated cradled between his long legs, but Iruka’s heart still hurts. Kakashi is shower soft and pink, and Iruka thinks of how busy the last few months have been, and how badly he looked forward to this moment. Where they could just exist together.
“I missed you,” Iruka croaks.
Kakashi trembles. That mask falls, and there, at last, is his husband. The towel drops between them, fingers cup his cheeks, and Kakashi pulls back far enough to bump their noses.
“I’m sorry,” Kakashi whispers.
“No I – I know I should’ve been – I was a jerk,” Iruka sighs. “I know you didn’t want to be working on vacation either but…you didn’t even put up a fight. For – for us.”
“I was really looking forward to spending time with you,” Kakashi says, stroking his cheek. “The last thing I wanted was for you to feel like I was throwing you aside. But I wasn’t given much say in the matter and...then you were so mad and...”
Kakashi looks away. It’s rare for him to seem so unsure. Iruka didn’t realize that his cold shoulder had such an effect on him.
“I’m still kinda’ mad,” Iruka tries, but it’s lighthearted. “But I guess it’s okay. I forgive you.”
Kakashi’s face doesn’t change, but his eyes light up.
“Hmm.” Kakashi swipes his thumbs over Iruka’s scar, swirls around his cheekbone and over his ears. “What if…I call and make some rearrangements back home.”
Iruka perks up.
“What do you mean?”
“Instead of flying home Sunday, what if we stay another week? If you don’t mind hiking the waterfall again, that is.”
Iruka bubbles with excitement.
“Really?”
“Sure. I owe it to you.”
Iruka thinks on the terrible impression he made tonight, and frowns. He pokes Kakashi once in the chest.
“No. Here is what you’re going to do.”
“Oh?”
“You’re going to call Gaara-sama back tomorrow and rearrange another lunch so I can apologize properly. Then we’re going to stay another week and you’re going to ride dolphins with me.”
“Dolphins?” Kakashi laughs.
“Yes. And we’re going to a luau and we’re also going to ride horses on the beach and do all the cringey couple photos.”
Kakashi smothers a quiet laugh in Iruka’s damp shoulder, but nods once in affirmation.
“I accept your terms, Hatake-san.”
~
Kakashi lays Iruka out on his stomach that night, and soothes lotion up and down the redness on his thighs. His cheeks keep the heavy handprints for a solid three days, but Iruka finds that he doesn’t mind the sting.
Kakashi definitely seems to enjoy them, because he pulls Iruka in his arms and kneads his ass against the bathroom mirror, where he can watch the bruises turn pink all over again.
~
“Yeah, I’m sorry Naruto,” Iruka says, phone pressed to his ear, happily planted in the sand. He watches Kakashi struggle with the umbrella, lifting his sunglasses to focus on Kakashi’s tight little ass in those swim trunks. “We’re going to be an extra week. Kakashi will pay you double to keep watching the dogs.”
“Ah, really? Well I guess that’s fine. But um…you’re really sure you only have eight dogs?”
“Pretty damn sure, Naruto.”
“Hm. You’re POSITIVE you don’t own a speckled weenie dog?”
“I think we would know if we did.”
“Hmmm… Okay. Well you have one now! Enjoyyourvacationokaythanksbye!”
The line goes dead, and Iruka watches as Kakashi stabs the umbrella into the sand with finality.
Iruka tucks his phone away with a hum.
“So, Naruto somehow acquired a new dog while walking the pack.”
Kakashi stops and blinks. He then sits down in the sand with a shrug.
“At least he didn’t burn down the house.”
“Yet.”
They pause for a long time. Birds fly by overhead, and the waves roll up in long, soothing crashes. Kakashi clears his throat.
“I’m going to call Tenzo.”
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea.”