Notes: I will be posting my drabbles from various LJ challenges here, three at a time. I write one to two a week, so at the very least I will be posting every three weeks until... well, for awhile. I will keep this under completed (because it technically is), but if you want to keep track of when I update this, be sure to Story and/or Author Alert. Review if you love me!

This post is dedicated to onewhowatches, who is absolutely sweet and reviews so much of my kakairu.

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Something Better

Word Count: 300
Summary: Iruka was just looking for a fuck-buddy... but nooooo. Kakashi has to mess that up for him.

Notes: NC-17. Non-AU, but no spoilers. One-shot. For: kakairu100 (serendipity).

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I'm just looking for a fuck-buddy, Iruka reminds himself before a scream rips from his throat as he sinks down onto his bedmate's thick cock once again. The brunet may regret being so loud later: his voice will rasp for days on end after tonight—the night the fair-haired jounin bedded him.

Just a fuck-buddy: someone to blow some steam...

However much he tells himself that he should, the brunet cannot silence himself. Iruka knows both he and the older man beneath him are close, and the sensation of the Hatake Kakashi quivering because of him drives Iruka absolutely insane with pleasure.

A fuck-buddy: someone who will bring me to a high and leave afterwards without any hesitation...

"Move, chuunin," the ex-ANBU growls with such innate ferociousness that the brunet shudders and does as he is told. Iruka lifts up off Kakashi once again before slamming down, repeating the process when he receives a groan of approval. The shorter man gets a stronger hold on the other's thighs before slowly gyrating his hips as he impales himself on Kakashi's length. The tip of the erect organ breezes against Iruka's prostrate, causing another scream. Kakashi grips onto the sheets at his side in desperation as Iruka moves again, taking the jounin balls-deep. Iruka sits there—still except for his harsh breathing and the brief clenching of his muscles around the base of his bedmate's cock—until Kakashi mewls a soft plea for more.

A fuck-buddy: someone who will be wondrously fuckable, yet entirely unattached.

Yet, as he moves in just the right way, causing Kakashi to come with a hiss, which then causes him to come with a moan, Iruka acknowledges that he might just have found something else.

Then a post-orgasm blush envelops Kakashi's face, and Iruka knows he's found something better.

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Some Gradual Changes

Word Count: 300
Summary: His home was truly dynamic, growing and shifting along with him.
Notes: G. Non-AU, but no spoilers. For the following: kakairu100 (challenge: 5- domesticity); 52_flavours (prompt: 10- your house is your larger body. It grows in the sun and sleeps in the stillness of the night; and it is not dreamless). .

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His apartment was succinct. Everything had its place without seeming too deliberate; everything was exactly where it needed to be for maximum efficiency. To most, this level of organization made his apartment appear unbearably vapid and impersonal... two adjectives which had been used to describe the jounin time and time again. Alas, this assessment was completely off base. Perhaps he was a bit more guarded than his peers, but Kakashi was an infamously talented shinobi and in the process of defending his glorious town of Konohagakure, he had seen—done—so much. He needed order somewhere, and he found that within his home.

Despite his quirky dependence on organization, his apartment had seen changes over the past few months. His home was truly dynamic, growing and shifting along with him. He first noticed this with the tentative addition to his bedside: a framed picture to accompany a decade old one. It pained him to wake up to see both his failed teams, but the fact that he cared enough to feel hurt made him want to push harder—be stronger—and one day bring his beloved student back.

And then there were the other things... A stray hair band or two tossed haphazardly under his nightstand. Tons of exploding tags and chakra wire. Ramen in the cupboards. Red and black pens hidden throughout the house. Ungraded school assignments strewn across all available tabletops. An extra pillow on his bed. Several sets of the standard shinobi uniform that were not his size. A quick note stuck to his refrigerator reading: "Working late tonight in the mission room. Cook or order in—just make sure to leave me some. Yours."

Things had changed, but Kakashi, who was now preparing some daikon for tonight's salt-broiled saury (his and Iruka's favorite), knew that he loved a little disorder.

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The Prize of Konoha

Word Count: 273
Summary: They knew, and they understood.

Notes: Non-AU. Hugs for anyone who gets the title reference!!! For the following: 52_flavours (prompt: 45- stained by martyred blood). .

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There was only one man who Kakashi had ever confided in, and that man was Maito Gai. No matter how their friendship might seem strained and decidedly one-sided to an outsider, they knew. They knew just how much he—Konoha's prized copy-nin; the ex-ANBU able to slaughter a dozen units without need for aid—depended on Gai's silly challenges, wild speeches, and flamboyant poses. They reminded Kakashi that there was lightness in the world pass the gore. And beyond that, Gai could relate to him. Gai, as a jounin, had at one time or another experienced the trauma the fair-haired man went through every time he was ordered out of the village for yet another high-ranking, ANBU-level mission. Because of this, Gai could see how blank Kakashi's eyes became after the greasy slickness of martyred blood stained his uniform. And, more importantly, he cared that Kakashi was getting hurt. Once, Gai, as Kakashi's truest friend, actually begged to the Hokage to stop giving Kakashi an unfair amount of emotionally crippling, physically draining missions because he knew how it affected Kakashi. The request went unfilled, but the fact that Gai tried meant all the world to Kakashi.

There was only one man who Kakashi had even confided in, but two men understood him. Maito Gai was the first. The second... well, for the second, Kakashi needed not explain what was troubling him, because Iruka could notice anything—a silent but shuddering sigh, or a minute slump in the older man's shoulders—and he knew that Kakashi needed to be reminded sometimes all one needs to remember that the world could be light is a little bit of love.

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