AN: I don't own anything except the idea. Characters belong to Kishimoto.

Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
You thought an angel swept ya off ya feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment

-For Your Entertainment © Adam Lambert

There was a sharp, loud knock on the door of his apartment, and Iruka glanced up from his book. He hadn't invited anyone over and Naruto was still training with Jiraiya outside the village, so he was surprised, to say the least. His thoughts wandered toward Sakura-chan, but the kunoichi was working at the hospital tonight; she'd mentioned it when he'd seen her earlier. For a moment he entertained the thought of it being Kakashi, but there was no chance of that; the jounin had been on a mission since the day after Christmas.

The knock came again, louder and more demanding than before. Iruka sighed, closing his book. "Coming, coming!" he called, getting to his feet. The book was dropped unceremoniously in his seat as the chuunin made his way toward the front door and unknown visitor. Perhaps it was Gai again like the other day, knocking on Iruka's door just to wish him a great day. Or Genma, who was known lately for stopping by on his way home just to check in with Iruka. Even Asuma had randomly showed up in the past week, claiming he was there for some cooking herb for Kurenai. It was as though all of Kakashi's friends were checking to see if he were home.

He dragged himself out of his musings and opened the door, only to be pushed back into the apartment and his mystery visitor closing the door quickly behind him. Iruka opened his mouth to object to the trespassing, but warm lips covered his own. He growled and shoved back the intruder, but the mystery attacker had other plans; he pushed Iruka gently into the wall and pinned the smaller man there. Iruka pushed against the man again and found himself staring into familiar mismatched eyes that were currently looking very much like a kicked dog's.

"Kakashi?"

The eyes lit up and Iruka was given a soft, chaste kiss. Iruka rolled his eyes in mock exasperation and crossed his arms, putting distance between himself and his boyfriend of a few months. Kakashi pouted, the expression visible since his mask had been pulled down the second he'd gotten through the door.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be on a mission!" Iruka went on in a disapproving tone.

"I got home early, and, since I knew you were home alone today..." Kakashi's pout curved into a lecherous grin and he leaned forward. Iruka turned his face to the side and immediately regretted it; Kakashi had anticipated the movement and took advantage of the exposed skin on Iruka's throat. Iruka pushed him back again, and the pout returned.

"You didn't answer the question," Iruka said firmly, keeping his hands on Kakashi's chest and not allowing the jounin to come any closer.

"What question?"

"The question about the meaning of this unexpected visit."

"Why, 'Ru, isn't it obvious?" Kakashi asked, feigning surprise. "I'm here for your entertainment."

"Really." Iruka raised a brow. Showing up at his home uninvited, pushing him against a wall, and going on to try to have his way with Iruka was not the chuunin's definition of 'entertainment'. Nor did it seem like the sweet, surprisingly romantic man that had swept Iruka off his feet. "And what kind of entertainment would that be?"

"The good kind."

"Well, entertainment is usually pleasant, Kashi, or it wouldn't be entertaining." Iruka slipped from his boyfriend's grasp and went back over to the couch, picking up his book. Mere seconds later, the book was plucked from his hands and looked over by Kakashi, who then shrugged and tossed it over his shoulder. Iruka glared up at him for interrupting his reading for the second time in under 10 minutes, but Kakashi leaned down and put his hands on either side of the younger man, his eyes locked on Iruka's brown ones.

"Kakashi, do you mind?"

"Nope, not at all. C'mon, didn't you miss me, 'Ru?" he asked, brushing his lips across the smaller man.

"Can't miss you unless you're gone, Kashi," Iruka said innocently, even adding in an endearing smile. "Now, I'd really like to finish that chapter before I have to go."

The shock on Kakashi's face was priceless. The jounin had obviously expected a welcome-back present of sorts, not to be put aside for a book. "Go? Go where? You don't have any plans today!"

"Have you been spying on me?"

"N-No!"

Iruka didn't believe him. No wonder his friends had been popping up suddenly. "Well, if you must know, I'm invited to a party today."

"What...?"

The door burst open and Gai exploded into the room in all of his green spandex-clad glory. "Ah, Eternal Rival Kakashi! I did not expect to see you here on this youthful day!" the man boomed, flashing his bright smile. "I trust Iruka-san has told you of the day's plans!"

Kakashi gaped first at Gai, then at Iruka. For the first time since Iruka had met him, Hatake Kakashi was struck speechless. Iruka again slipped away from Kakashi and picked up his book, marking his place and setting it on the coffee table.

"Thanks for coming to pick me up, Gai-san. Let's get over there before they think we're skipping out," the chuunin said calmly, grabbing a jacket and pulling it on. "Kakashi, you coming?"

Kakashi snapped out of his shocked state and pulled up his mask quickly to recompose himself. "Yeah... sure, I'm coming." He straightened up and crossed his arms, once again the aloof jounin everyone knew him to be. The trio left for locations unknown, unless one happened to look at a nearby calendar.

January 1st – Gai's Birthday.

Consider Kakashi's plans put off until January 2nd.