Umino Iruka was a respectable man, really. And the fact that his cheeks were flushed and his hand unsteady on his third – no, fourth – drink of the night was not to take away from that fact. He felt decidedly warm as he appraised the kunoichi next to him. "Itsh goot to talk to you Anko-san. Yourch fun. Notch like other people."
The purple haired ninja grinned at him, showing all her teeth in a slightly predatory manner. "Thank you, Iruka-kun," she purred. It had been surprisingly easy to get the man drunk. She should have guessed that he would be a lightweight, considering how he tended to be such a stickler for rules. This was the first time he had agreed to come out with her and she'd been pestering him for months.
He was out with her, but the chuunin wasn't even looking at her. He was gazing around the room with starry eyes, taking a child's delight in the patterns the changing lights were making on the walls of the bar. Anko snorted. She couldn't have that. What use was a drunk Iruka if all he did was get lost in his own thoughts? No, she had to get something out of this. She slammed her beer down on the bench in front of him, making him jump slightly. She grinned and pointed to the mug. "'Tis yours. Drink up."
He smiled – no one should be allowed to have such a sweet, innocent smile, Anko thought furiously – and downed the lot in one long drag. Damn. Anko stared entranced at the movement of the smooth skin on his throat as he swallowed, and gasped as he nonchalantly wiped the foam off his upper lip with his finger then proceeded to stick it in his mouth. That should be illegal. "So why did you invite me here?" Iruka asked, looking back up from the drink to her eyes.
"I wanted to get to know you better." She leered, and shifted closer to him. He didn't seem to notice.
"Oh." Iruka seemed perfectly happy with that answer. "So how you gonna do that?"
Anko's eyes gleamed. She hadn't suspected the schoolteacher was that naive. The truth was, she had money riding on this. A twenty each from Genma, Raidou, Asuma and even Izumo and Kotetsu said she couldn't get into Iruka's pants. It was a challenge worth taking, because what she could see of the young chuunin wasn't exactly bad looking and Anko was keen to see more of him. "Well, I don't know," she whispered, her breath soft against his ear. She had leaned closer until she was almost touching his shoulder. "What do you think I should do to," here she paused, and ran a hand up his thigh, scraping her nails lightly against his leg through his pants, "get to know you better?"
He pulled away from her slightly, and seemed to be actually thinking about the question. Oh, my naïve little chuunin, Anko thought. Maybe he's actually a virgin. She delighted at the thought. Now that would be something to tell the guys. "I know," he answered, his dark eyes bright, "Questions! Questions and answers!"
"Eh?" What was the stupid chuunin going on about now?
"To get to know me better?" Iruka seemed the puzzled one now, and Anko nearly laughed out loud. He didn't. No, he did. Anko frowned and thought for a bit. If she played along with this maybe she could get some interesting information about the usually closed book that was Umino Iruka. He seemed to be a very open character but in truth there was a lot of subjects he hedged around, and no one really seemed to know what he did for fun. He seemed to spend most of his time in the Mission Room, at the Academy or at Ichiraku with Naruto – and none of that time could really be determined as pleasurable.
"Alright, Iruka-kun." She was suddenly very close to him again, but he didn't seem to notice. "What's your favourite thing to put in your mouth?" Anko's grin was sharklike as she watched his face for a reaction.
His answer was instant. "Anything not ramen."
Anko laughed, a surprised burst she couldn't contain. He'd obviously spent too much time with the kyuubi kid. He was looking a little woozy, actually. She'd better not let him drink any more or the certain parts of him she most wanted to experience might not function properly, and nobody likes to kiss someone who has been vomiting. "How do you feel?"
Iruka seemed to be trying to study her but his pupils were dashing wildly all over the place. "…Bit lightheaded," he admitted. "But s'nice."
Anko breathed out a sigh of relief. He was alright, and possibly in a very good state to be led into bed. Iruka prodded her in the ribs. "Question?"
"Oh!" He still wanted to play this game? "Lets see… what is the best feeling in the world?" Best to start him off with something light. She could get into favourite sexual positions later on, perhaps back at her apartment.
Iruka rested his elbow on the bench and his chin on his hand, frowning slightly. Tendrils of hair had escaped from his ponytail and Anko thought once again that he really was a good-looking guy, even it he was a bit of a prude.
"I know," he said slowly, "I know what the best feeling is." His eyes were soft and dreamy and he didn't appear to be seeing Anko at all. "Kakashi. Kakashi's lips… around my cock." He leaned back and sighed happily.
Anko spat her drink all over the bench. "What?" There. Is. No. Way.
"Huh?" Iruka seemed to snap out of whatever had overtaken him, and blushed a brilliant shade of red. "Oh… oh dear. I didn't really say that did I?"
Anko's eyes were sharp and gleeful. She may not be getting any tonight, but she had stumbled on something even better. "Oh, you did. Tell me more." She pushed another mug of beer towards him. Now that she knew she had no chance of going home with him she had every intent of getting him plastered.
Iruka ignored the drink, and looked a little sick. "Should prob'ly go home now," he mumbled.
"No way!" Anko slapped him on that back. "I want to know what the famous Copy-nin is like in the sack."
Iruka blushed harder and the scar over his nose turned a furious red, but he didn't say anything. Anko sighed and looked over her shoulder into the crowd of party-going ninja, hoping to find someone who could help her interrogate her helpless prey. Instead, she found something even better. An unmistakable shock of silver hair was making its way toward them, honed in on Iruka.
"Ne, Iruka-sensei, you look a bit flushed," said the newcomer, his eye curved up in a smile.
Iruka started in shock, and rubbed the bridge of his nose self-consciously. "Ka… Kashi-kun. Why are you – I thought you didn't like loud places like this?"
Before Kakashi could answer Anko spoke. "I hear you're good at blowjobs, Hatake-san."
Kakashi's eye widened visibly in surprise for a moment, and Iruka turned and buried his face in Kakashi's shirt, fingers clutching the thin material desperately. "Wanna go home."
Kakashi nodded and slipped an arm around Iruka, forming seals for the transportation jutsu to leave a confused Anko alone at the bar to pick up the tab.
Safely back at Iruka's apartment Kakashi looked down at the man he was holding. Iruka still refused to look at him, his face pressed against his chest and his fingers knotted in Kakashi's shirt. He hooked a finger through the younger mans hair tie and snapped it, watching the smooth hair tumble freely, then stroked his fingers down through it. Partly to soothe Iruka, and partly because he enjoyed doing it.
They stood there for a while until Kakashi's curiosity got the better of him. "'Ruka?"
Iruka stirred a little against his chest but made no sound.
"'Ruka, what did you say to Anko?"
Iruka still gave no reply. Kakashi sighed, and lifted the tan chin with long, gentle fingers. And then chuckled. Iruka hadn't answered him because there, standing in the middle of the living room in his lover's arms, he had fallen asleep. Kakashi gently slid an arm under his knees and carried him to the bedroom, placing him carefully on the bed with a soft sigh. Iruka made no move to stop him as he stripped him of his shirt and pants and Kakashi wondered for a moment if he would have been this pliant had Anko managed to take him home, before pushing the thought from his mind. That was not a good direction to think in, or else the kunoichi would end up missing a few limbs and he would be in major trouble with the Hokage.
Stripping his own clothes he lay down beside his lover, who turned instinctively and snuggled up under his chin. He wrapped his arms around him and stayed that way, not sleeping, for a very long time.