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Featuring: Rokudaime Kakashi who needs one more person on his side to have the majority with the Council.

The Hokage partner automatically gets a seat as per old time laws. They may accept or deny it and choose to leave at their own discretion.

Enter: Head Teacher Iruka as his spouse.

His Fake spouse.

Nothing to do with the fact Kakashi has a crush. No never. Crush who ? You have a crush. (Except don't he will have to think of a way to kill you hide the body etc etc and he doesn't have time right now.)

Cue: convincing Iruka to participate in this hare brained scheme. Get married. Regret the sharingan perfect recall ability because his husband (husband!) looks gorgeous on their wedding day. Pass new laws. Convince his husband (husband!!) to skip work for a honeymoon. Kick those old crone from their high seat. Make his husband (husband!!! Kakashi is never gonna get tired of repeating it even in his own head) fall in love with him?

Realise Iruka is in love with him.

And you would think, with the whole reading porn in public and pervert persona that, yeah we been knew. That being ex-anbu, one of the elite jonin of the village, shoo in for next hokage would fill that need in him.

But no.

Kakashi likes to be praised. Kakashi likes to be praised for being good. He likes to hear that he has done well for thing that has nothing to do with murder and assasination and having blood on your hands and a higher killcount.

And you would think for someone in his mid 20's he has known that for years. Nothing new here.

But no.

It is a startling discovery. A carefully hidden shiver down his spine. Saliva filling his mouth and ringing in his ears while his heart double in speed. A very much there twitch in his pants.

It's Iruka's earnest praise and thanks for what he did (small, inconsequential thing in the grand scheme of the village), straigthforward brown eyes looking at him and a sincere smile on his lips.

And oh. Oh. He got out of that situation faster than ever before with a single head nod because that could not be good at all.

It's just the first out of many.

It's Iruka honestly thanking him for listening to him and Iruka's contempt after the whole chunin nomination thing and Iruka amusingly praising him for a challenge won against Gai. And Iruka's disapproval of icha icha being read in public and Iruka's hummed appreciation voice low and rumbling and dark eyes shining for bringing in his favorite ramen after a long night working.

And oh shodaime, Kakashi is falling Not thinking about it. Kakashi is playing it off teasing and poking in low drawl and keeping his lazy way. Hoarding every little word and gestures. Keeping shaking hands and beating hearts and shivering wants for more more more behind his appartment closed door and fortified wards. Swallow back the plea for more compliments, more recognition, for a chance to worship at the altar made of explosive temper and overprotection and kindness big enough to drown the whole village.

To help wash him off the blood that cover his body.

He yearns for gentle words hummed in intimacy. For salacious words whispered in secrecy. For an hushed voice in his ears sighing of fondness admiration and valuing. For kind tan hands to follow the shudders in it's wake and print them on his skin.

He yearns for that chasm inside to be filled and that's what keep him from staying away. Keep him from ignoring all of... this the way he wants too. Keep him from ignoring the way Iruka's eyes became knowing and still Iruka choose to stay. And talks. And praise. Doesn't ask and keep filing. Bashful at first but patient always maybe amused a bit. Never cruel or faked.

Years in anbu and the death of Minato and Kushina means losing the rare but affectionate hands against his hair and back and the occasional back breaking hug. It meant slapping and punching and stabbing and being slapped and punched and stabbed in return.

Sex ? Sex is just a mean to an end. To work off the adrenaline the agression after causing another death . To convince a mark to lower his guard for a mission.

But Iruka... Iruka his firm. Firm but not violent. Purposeful but not manipulating. He ask always.

He ask before covering a spinning sharingan draining away at his charkra, warn before cleaning and bandaging a bleeding wound his hands sure but gentle. Always so gentle. Never dare to touch Kakashi's neck or throat or the soft expanse of his stomach.

Not unless absolutely necessary and Kakashi... Kakashi yearns. He burns and wants and prays for those sure hands in his hair on his face gentle so gentle across his body on his skin.... in him? in him.

Initiating is so easy but receiving is a grace he longs for.

He watch and jealous everyone who get to be close. Anko who hugs and hang on him. The two guard chunin always brushing against his shoulders and poking at him even Genma flirting and pulling on a neat ponytail.

And Iruka who gives back as good as he gets.

He watch and wants and burns and yearns so bad. His body screaming for more for everything but his mouth unable to say it. Teasing and making jokes hiding hunger behind levity. Greedily collecting everything touch and brush. Basking in the trail they leave.