Cooking Lessons

Summary; Sasuke, an up and coming chef, is visiting a school in his area giving cooking lessons but it seems he's bitten off more than he can chew when he meets a certain Naruto Uzumaki – Naru/Sasu – AU

Warnings; This is going to be a two-shot and will contain a boyxboy relationship and a graphic lemon in the second part. You've be warned bitches!
Disclaimer; Yeah I don't own Naruto and lets face it I never will do! A girl can dream though!

Once upon a time in a land not so far away class 12W of Konoha High were being told about a new programme being set up at the school; each year a chef would come in for two weeks to teach the year 12's the basics of cooking, an innovative new idea to help the students who would soon be leaving to feed themselves nutritionally when entering the big wild world, well, according to the headmaster anyway. And being the debut year of this wonderful scheme who better than to teach the brats than the up and coming sex god of a chef, Sasuke Uchiha. Almost as famous for his dashingly good looks as he is for his to die for chocolate cheesecake his reputation certainly did proceed him as there were murmurs going around the school of his arrival just five minutes after he set foot in the grounds.

5 hours later and Sasuke was at the end of his tether, he had spent an hour with three of the year 12 classes and had one left, however, the previous 3 had worn out all of his patience and energy and he was now running on caffeine and the thought of getting home and sleeping for the next few years. Of course that wasn't going to be actually possible as he ran cooking classes in the evening for the public twice a week and unfortunately tonight was one of those godforsaken days that he had to grace the lessons with his grumpy self. At times like this all he could think to himself was that at least he got paid pretty well and he wasn't even at the peak of his career yet. He was looking over the information on his next class of the day and couldn't help the sigh that escaped those pretty pink lips of his.

"Hn. They sound like a bunch of fucking hooligans." He wasn't expecting a reply so when warm breath ghosted over the shell of his ear as a mop of silver hair came into his line of sight and a chuckle made its way to his ears he was a little shocked to say the least. Naturally he didn't show this.

"Hooligans is putting it lightly mate." The man, who had a strange resemblance to a scarecrow, made himself comfortable on the table Sasuke was seated behind while placing an orange book by his side. Sasuke eyed him with slight contempt and then shifted his gaze to the book.

"Icha Icha … Oh." Porn. Just great. He was guessing this oaf was the teacher who was meant to oversee the next lesson and by the looks of it he seemed no better than the students he was yet to meet. Adjusting his expression back to the unreadable one he was so used to he took his pointer finger and trying to touch as little as the book as possible nudged it of the desk. Childish? Yes but he didn't like such things near him he had heard they could corrupt even the holiest man. Some might call him a prude but he liked to think such things were awful distractions and he wanted to concentrate entirely on his cooking. Although if the right person were to come along … He was brought out of his thoughts by what sounded like a stampede of elephants and a poking to his shoulder.

"Oi princess if you don't mind I would like it if you could refrain from wrecking my book, it's my only source of happiness you see, and by the way the names Kakashi Hatake. I'd say it's a pleasure meet you but I'd be lying." And with that the man who was already in Sasuke's bad books hopped of the desk and made his way to stand in front of the students who had by this time all filed in and who half of which were giving the pale chef longing looks. He made a point of ignoring this and swept his gaze over the ones who weren't, they looked like they should have been dealing drugs in some city alley or at least lounging on the sofa watching daytime TV. Not exactly the type of people Sasuke was used to dealing with; well they do say never judge a book by its cover.

"You bunch of good for nothing twerps better listen up or I'll knock you all into middle of next week! The bastard behind me is going to teach you some positively delicious things to cook and you are going to listen and cooperate like good little children, aren't you?!" Kakashi hollered at the seemingly unfazed class and then proceeded to slump down on the nearest chair and get out the damned book. Sasuke stood in that graceful manner only Uchiha's seemed able to master and waltzed to where Kakashi had previously stood. As he surveyed the teenagers, who to his surprise were paying attention to him, let a small smirk play on his lips. He'd have them cooking something half decent in no time.

"Hey twatface you just going to stand there all day!" A loud voice Sasuke could quickly get tired of sounded from somewhere near the back followed by a few snickers. Slowly lifting his head up his eyes met a pair of striking blue ones. The boy just oozed mischief. Cunt.

Next part will be longer this is just setting the scene and all that!

Reveiws would be nice!