There was a request by rabidfangrrl, and another anonymous lj-er, to make a fic where Iruka tries to get into Kakashi's pants. So here's my valiant attempt at an aggressive Iruka and a shy Kakashi.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Chapter: 1/?, Holy crap I'm writing something longer than a chapter…though it's a very short chapter XD
Warnings: for now, PG, rating will go up later maybe...grins
Role Reversal
Ch. 1
Iruka impatiently tapped his fingers on the desk, as if that would make the line go any faster. Letting out a short sigh, he looked up at the jonin in front of him, and held out his hand for the report.
The jonin, with a slight cough, drew a wrinkled, crumpled object that at one point, could have been a piece of paper, and handed it to Iruka.
Iruka had this glare that he has perfected over the years, it came from teaching small children, but he found that it worked just as well on jonin.
The jonin shuffled his feet, and nervously scratched the back of head, and muttered something inaudible that had the words "sorry" and "won't happen again" in it. He gave Iruka a pitiful look. With a small sigh, Iruka nodded and waved him away, and transferred his glare to what seemed to be a large coffee stain on the report. However, Iruka's impatience evaporated instantly when he saw a lanky form walk through the door. Slouching and with his face hidden by a book, Hatake Kakashi waited at the end of the line.
Hiding a smile Iruka leaned forward and took the report with a bit more enthusiasm that he had shown previously.
The next thirty minutes flew by for Iruka, and finally, he had only one more report to process.
"Hatake Kakashi, reporting in from a B-rank mission."
Iruka gave him a gentle smile, and held one hand palm up for the report. Kakashi carefully placed the scroll in Iruka's hand, who slowly closed his fingers about it, and let the tips of his fingers softly brush Kakashi's palm. For an instant one pale finger hesitantly slid past a tan finger, but then he flinched away, as if burned.
"So, he shows interest, but is not sure, never would have expected that from the imfamous copy-nin, but I can deal with that…" Iruka hid his thoughts with another smile.
Iruka had started quietly perusing Kakashi for some weeks now. He had first become fascinated with the man after meeting him through Naruto. While the first meeting had been rocky, they managed to smooth out their differences, and become almost-friends. Iruka would always talk to him a little during when ever Kakashi turned in a mission report, and they would say hello on the street.
However, for the past few weeks, Iruka had been subtly testing the waters. He was pretty sure that Kakashi did not what was going on, but his reactions had all been positive. And today, Iruka would make his first move.
Glancing over the report the meticulously written report, Iruka looked at the date.
"Kakashi, this report is a week late."
"I know." said the other man, one eye crinkling with a smile.
"What, no excuse this time? I'm insulted!" Iruka teased.
"Well, I can give you an excuse, if it would make you feel better…" Kakashi offered, after a beat, and managed to convey a shy smile to Iruka, despite his mask.
"Ok," Iruka said, leaning forward, closing the gap between them, "I'm all ears."
"Well," Kakashi thought for a moment, "I had to write it neatly, since you got so mad at me last time for being messy, so it took me an extra week to make this one neat." Kakashi gave Iruka a solemn nod.
"Well," Iruka purred, his voice warm velvet, "Since you were so good I think I should take you out to a drink tonight." He gave a slow smile that was anything but innocent.
Kakashi paused and Iruka worried that he had asked to soon, or had come on to strong. Then a pale pink blush tinged Kakashi's cheeks. Shyly, he lowered his eyes and nodded.
Iruka's grin nearly split his face.
"Come on, I know this really good bar down the street…"
Iruka briskly walked out of the mission office, with Kakashi strolling next to him.