Iruka could only stare at the Copy Ninja at his door, his eyes widening and his skin both paling and reddening at the same time, creating a rather interesting effect. He simply stared for a long while – long enough for Kakashi to actually start to say something more – only for the chuunin to slam the door shut in his face. It took a split second for the teacher to become mortified with himself, banging his head on the door once before he opened the door again, a slight smile on his lips to try and smooth over the reaction he had had the previous time he had opened the door. The slight quirk in the corner of the Copy Ninja's eyes was the only indication of him being amused, but it was enough. At least he hadn't done anything irrevocably wrong, right?
"I'm sorry, Kakashi, good morning. What brings you here?" He asked, his voice soft and his smile gentle, trying to stay calm even as he could feel his nerves stretching and that steady beating headache starting at the very back of his head. Somehow, the masked man always made him tense, made him question every last thing that he did and the teacher did not appreciate it in the slightest.
"You forgot these," the silver-haired man drawled lazily, holding out a rumpled piece of cloth, making Iruka furrow his brow in question. Reaching to take the article of clothing, he was just about to thank him before he realized what the item was.
His underwear. Kakashi Hatake had had his underwear.
His mind screeched to a halt, eyes widened as he looked at the piece of cloth in his hand before he tossed it inside, turning his somewhat narrowed expression back to the man. The slight quirk had morphed into a very perverted smile and he had the deepest urge to simply slap him and send him on his way. Maybe he could even sic the children on him. In fact, that was a rather good idea. Lost in his thoughts, the teacher failed to reply and thus failed to even notice the way Kakashi had made his way closer, almost pressing their bodies together.
"You said something about liking them off, especially in my company," he husked in that sinful voice of his that was causing the brunette some serious heart palpitations, his whole body almost quivering with pleasure. Leaning in to Kakashi, the Academy Teacher could not help it. The man was just so… strong and mysterious, it was difficult trying not to be attracted to him. "And then you promptly passed out for a moment." The tone wasn't nice, it wasn't even seducing. It was just said in that very tone that was used when the other person knew they could irk the other off pathetically easily. Iruka had realized it far too late, but then again, he doubted Kakashi had ever truly gotten his wrath before.
Iruka froze, his eyes narrowed and a deep growl left him. "I'll have you know that you were under no obligation to return my belongings, oh high and mighty Copy Ninja! Get out of my house, out of my life, I do not want to s-" His tirade was cut short by a pair of hard lips against his own, only to be followed by a lean body pressing him against the wall as he got the living daylights kissed out of him. He couldn't stop the breathy moan, his fingers winding their way into the ruffled silver spikes as he pulled the man closer to him. The kiss was heady and completely mind-blowing and as they finally broke apart, both of them were panting softly.
Meeting each other's eyes, the two seemed to almost be sizing each other up before Kakashi smirked and finally Iruka realized that he didn't have his mask on. His eyes widened and with a soft yelp he looked away, not wanting to disturb the man's privacy. An amused chuckle left the taller man and as a gentle grip caught Iruka's chin, tilting and turning his head enough for another kiss to be placed onto his lips. There was absolutely no resistance in the chuunin as he pressed up against him, letting his imagination fly. Especially when a hand found its way underneath his shirt he was practically quivering, only to whimper as Kakashi stopped.
"I'll see you around, sensei," came that sinful voice and before Iruka could even go on a rampage, the man had gone in a puff of smoke. The growl that left the chuunin was feral, desperation and frustration curling in his entire being as he was left aroused and completely mind-blown. Disbelief was the most prominent feeling in his system right in that moment – if he didn't count the persistant press of his trousers against his hardened manhood – wondering just how the hell the other ninja did it. It was almost… unnatural. Only then did his pissed off side kick in.
It wasn't every day that the famous Copy Ninja visited someone as normal as he was. Except right now, he wasn't normal. Right now Iruka fount that cleaning his apartment as shiny as he could get it was therapeutic and relaxing, only to remember he had to go to the Academy. With a quick reassuring glance – he had five minutes time! – at the clock, the brown-haired man had gathered his papers, closed the door, cursed and practically ran from his apartment towards the academy. It didn't do to be late – it was what he always told everyone else – and here he was, almost late himself. Another string of curses – all aimed at a certain jounin – left his lips and as he raced his way into the school building he couldn't help but pant. Sure, he could have jutsu'd his way but he was trying to teach the children how to plan their time.
It wasn't really working, but at least he was only a minute late. Even so, the whole classroom was a mess and with a long sigh, he started the day with the topic being kunais. He couldn't keep his thoughts from returning to just how the man had felt against him an how easily he had gotten him to subject. What really disturbed him was the fact that he simply couldn't stop thinking about him.