Iruka was shaking again by the time he returned to his bed and slipped back under the beige sheets. He tried to convince himself that he was only quivering and sweating again because he had just whacked off and not because the dream had any effect on him.
Yeah…it was just a dream; it didn't mean anything at all, He thought.
Deep down though, he simply couldn't believe that there wasn't any meaning behind it. Iruka was somewhat superstitious, you see. He avoided walking under ladders, was extra careful around salt shakers, and, above all, he always paid extra close attention to his dreams. If he dreamed he was attacked by a fish, he'd remove the animal from his diet altogether for the following week or so, figuring the sleep-vision meant he might eat a bad fish and become ill. If he had images in his sleep of all of his students failing his class at the academy and had to retake the whole year over again, (like his old student Naruto had done several times,) he'd cancel the upcoming test and thoroughly review the most recent lesson so he could be certain that all of his students understood it perfectly. How on earth could he ever interpret this most recent dream, though? What did it mean? No matter how he tried there was no way he could brush it off as just another meaningless dream. Iruka groaned and clutched this head. This was all so confusing…and the ever popular hangover headache was already starting up.
Get over yourself, Umino! You were totally plastered when you had 'the dream'! The alcohol was just messing with your mind. If Kakashi had told you to quit being a ninja and become a cowboy you'd probably have dreamt he was a horse, and that Cowboy Iruka was riding him all over Konoh-
Iruka groaned again, his face slowly reddening. That thought wasn't the best….riding Kakashi was not an image he needed right now, of all times. The chunin heaved a heavy sigh and rolled over under the sheets, burying his face in his pillow.
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It took an hour for poor Umino Iruka to fall back to sleep, and the moment he did Kakashi reappeared and began climbing all over Iruka, showering him with passionate kisses. Once again the brown haired ninja woke up suddenly, sitting straight up in bed, with sweat dripping from his tan brow.
Again? Ugh, this can't be good…
Iruka let out a frustrated, "ARGH!" and covered his face with his hands.
All throughout the rest of the night the teacher drifted in and out of sleep; image after image of Hatake Kakashi, wanton as a brothel girl, haunted his brain making Iruka more and more aroused until finally, and hour before he usually got up for work, the chunin woke up as horny as a cat in heat, unwilling to close his eyes again in fear that the Sharingan-using sex god would appear again.
"I need a shower…" Iruka grumbled, heaving himself out of bed and hurrying into the bathroom.
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Author's Note:
Yeah, it's short…sorry.