^.^.^ Part 1/1 ^.^.^
As much as Iruka liked his job in general, recently he started to dislike the shifts in the mission room.
The morning shifts were not bad, but those during the late evenings somehow turned out terrible.
In the morning, if Iruka worked the shift before his classes started, he had to deal with dead-tired and sleep-deprived ninjas, who dreamed only of bath and bed. It wasn't tiring or nerve-racking.
In the evening, however, into the mission room could come (and were actually coming without fail, especially during Iruka's working hours) aggressive, unstable, almost deadly injured, high on something, or drunk ninjas.
The last two types were the worst.
Today Anko returned high once again (either that, or she was always high), and continued to pick on Iruka. Recently, her favorite topic was to make Iruka take her somewhere, like, on a date. Iruka knew exactly what kind of attention she wanted from him, so he was tired to politely reject her.
However, Anko, when denied her big fun, was extraordinary stubborn, and, of course, dangerous.
The line to Iruka's table grew, and she continued to do her best to hook him up.
"Come on, Iruka, you must let yourself relax sometimes."
"No can do." Iruka gave her a short smile of a nice, but extremely reserved man. "Sorry, I'm very busy, Anko-san."
Anko sighed and purposefully moved her hips so that anyone could adore her curves.
Iruka agreed, he found her very beautiful. She was an interesting person, too. Pity, she was not his piece of cake. That, and maybe there was some kind of bet mixed in.
"You know you'll regret it forever," pointed Anko.
"I'm sure about that, but still - no."
Half of the line literally drooled watching her in seduction mode, men and women alike. Iruka wished for some crazy one to come out and tug her away from his desk already.
Suddenly Kakashi, who stood next in the line, closed his ever present orange book and hid it into his pocket.
"Anko, please stop it," he drawled, his voice bored. "I warn you - if Iruka's lover occasionally gets an idea you are openly flirting with him, they may make you regret it."
Anko blinked at Kakashi in amazement. As well as did all people from the line. Not to forget Iruka, who looked the most surprised one. Fortunately, no one noticed his stunned expression.
"It's well-known Iruka is free, he doesn't have a lover," Anko pointed and raised her brows, staring at Kakashi expectantly.
"Oh, really now?" Kakashi tilted his head to the side, looking at Anko somewhat challengingly. "And who said that?"
Anko's eyes widened and she, as well as everyone else in the room, turned her head to look at Iruka. And they had a wonderful opportunity to watch Iruka's face slowly cover in a hot blush.
"Sorry," Iruka muttered and lowered his gaze to the surface of his desk. Yes, officially he had no lover. Still, he thought a little bluff can't hurt, especially if it helps to get out of uncomfortable situation.
Anko was persistent, but not silly. She managed to quickly interpret the received information, and all of a sudden brought her both palms on the poor desk.
"I can't believe you are for real!" she cried hysterically at Iruka, and, dangerously swooning on her way, left the mission room.
Iruka slowly exhaled, and raised his head to look at Kakashi's masked face.
"Thank you," he said quietly, definitely relieved.
"You are welcome," Kakashi said in a quiet voice of the same level, and put a strangely looking scroll on the desk in front of the chuunin. "When does your shift end?"
Iruka took his scroll and unrolled it.
"In three hours," he muttered, frowning at the dancing letters of Kakashi's handwriting, and overlooking several sever mistakes he won't accept on another day.
"See you, then," Kakashi nodded to him and left the mission room.
"Well, Iruka-sensei," the next person from the line grinned at Iruka. "I would never guess you and Hatake-san are close. Miracles happen."
Iruka returned the grin, doing his best to get rid of the blush and not paying attention to the words.
"Miracles happen," he repeated tacitly.
^.^.^ Part 1/2 ^.^.^
Iruka was heading home after his crazy shift ended, when he felt someone following him.
"Yo," Kakashi jumped down from the roof to walk near Iruka.
"Hey," Iruka smiled at him warmly. "Thank you once more, for saving me from Anko."
The silver-haired jounin nodded.
"No problem, I'm glad I saved you," he paused, definitely showing off, and then continued in a lower and somewhat flirty voice. "Now, you are indebted to me."
Iruka's smile immediately faded. He squinted at the man, who was strolling near him, easily keeping up to his quick pace.
"Never knew you are that kind of person," there were slight sulking notes in Iruka's voice.
Kakashi shrugged.
"I'm a person I am, Iruka-sensei. One good turn deserves another. You won't decline me a little something in return, right?"
"I overlooked several nasty mistakes in your latest report," Iruka shared matter-of-factly.
To his surprise, Kakashi gave out a short laugh.
"That you did on your own free will."
Now Iruka felt annoyed.
"A genius like you could be more attentive when filling in his reports!"
A quiet, pretentious whine of the jounin followed.
"I didn't ask you to overlook my mistakes. I worked so hard to think of mistakes I can safely put into that report, yet you didn't yell at me once today."
The side of Iruka's face twitched. For a long time he suspected Kakashi was doing it intentionally. And now the man wasn't even hiding it!
"Bastard," Iruka couldn't help the rude word escape his overly decent lips, "So much for a hero."
They reached Iruka's apartment and stopped in front of his door. Kakashi leaned at the wall as if he belonged there, and leered at Iruka.
"But I actually am your hero."
Iruka laughed bitterly, simultaneously creating necessary hand-signs to get rid of the traps on his entrance.
"I wonder why my hero wishes to get some service from me." He finally opened his door and entered, shaking his shoes off on the way.
Kakashi hummed and followed the suit.
"I like how you say the word 'service'," he closed the door behind his back, and thus safely blocked them both in Iruka's apartment from the entire world.
Iruka turned to Kakashi, fists on his hips and a very serious expression on his face.
"Now, what is it you want from me?"
Kakashi hooked his finger onto the edge of his mask and tugged it down, revealing a huge carnivorous smirk, plastered all over his handsome features. He came close to Iruka in only two swift steps and entwined his hands around his waist, ignoring angry fists, which immediately grabbed his arms for balance.
Iruka's eyes widened when he felt the strong man's body against his body. His gaze stopped on Kakashi's smiling lips right in front of him. The very next second Iruka shut his eyes tight, because these lips planted a quick mocking kiss on the tip of his nose, and it felt amazingly thrilling. Kakashi laughed at his reaction and the vibration of that jolly sound washed through Iruka's body.
"I began to understand Anko's affection for you while I watched you reject her so many times. Today, I gathered all my courage and decided to give it a try, too. How about you let me have a taste of you?"
Iruka shuddered. The forthright words of the jounin excited him. In Iruka's humble opinion, Kakashi looked more appealing in comparison to Anko. Nevertheless, such progress in relationship was too quick for his taste.
"And if I reject you, what then?" Iruka speculated accurately.
Kakashi started and tilted his head back to have a good look at Iruka's face.
"I'm afraid in that case, I'd have to wrap you up nicely and deliver you straight to Anko," he sighed with expressive sadness and regret.
Iruka couldn't help a smile.
"So, either you or Anko?"
Kakashi nodded.
"Yap, choose one right now."
"What a great choice I have between you two!" Iruka laughed. His fists unclenched and palms slid up along the jounin's arms, until he placed them comfortably on the broad shoulders. The contact deepened as Iruka's body straightened and slightly rubbed along Kakashi's. "Let's see, who should I choose..."
Iruka rolled his eyes to the ceiling, pretending he was making complicated calculations to decide.
"Choose me," Kakashi whispered into his ear, warming the sensitive flesh of his ear with his breath and exciting Iruka even more. "You know you like me."
"Do I?" Iruka wondered in a small voice.
Kakashi hummed and gave him a hug.
Their bodies turned out pressed flat against each other. Yes, Iruka really enjoyed the way their contact felt. He had to give Kakashi justice - even if unconsciously until this moment, but he liked him. Moreover, desired him.
Besides, he knew very well he couldn't deny a thing to a person, who was: firstly - a man, secondly - fair-haired, and thirdly - an experienced bastard.
"Fine, you win," Iruka whispered barely audibly.
"Mine," Kakashi growled possessively, and the hug tightened. "Where should I start?"
While his tongue finally began to slide along the line of the man's tender ear, one of his hands moved down to grab an armful of Iruka's soon to be unclad buttock.