Authors Notes: I know, this update took forever. I've been staring blankly at my computer screen, just too lazy to update. I'd blame it on my muse, but she has warned me that she's not taking the fall for this one. I guess I really am incredibly lazy. Sorry people. I fear, I may have overdone Kakashi in this scene. alas.

Warning: M/M and Angst

Disclaimer: I offered all the Ramen in the world, they wouldn't sell me Naruto. And all I really wanted was Kakashi and Iruka.

Kakashi woke with a smile on his face, he'd never felt so relaxed. He groaned softly and turned into the warm body holding him. Snuggling in, he closed his eye, desperate for another few hours. Only to open it once again in shock. Body? Snuggle!? He rolled away in shock. Thump! Shaking him head, he blinked away the disorientation that came with falling off a bed. He couldn't remember what had happened last night. He must have drunk a lot. It took a lot to get a ninja this impaired after all. Impaired? He snorted, waking up in a strange apartment, with a strange person and no recollection of the night before. There had to be a better word for this than that.

Kakashi had never considered himself a scared man, in fact, as in a ninja he faced live and death hundreds, thousands, countless times. All without flinching. Through that, he had gained a sixth sense for danger. And something was warning him, not to look at that bed. Something was telling him, that the person there wasn't really someone he wanted to see. He should leave, his clothes were still on (but that meant nothing, in the if-they-had-sex department) so he could easily jutsu out. Fighting down his curiosity had never been one of Kakashi's strong suits. Debating with himself, he popped his head, over the side of the bed.

In absence of his body head, the person had turned away from him. He could see the person's general form, but the sun was rising, and the newfound light was shinning in through the window. Blocking his view. If he had been listening to himself, he would have taken this as another sign. However, he believed in pulling the bandage off in one quick shot, so he watched, waiting for the light to shift, or the person to. . . turn.

Iruka groaned, why was it so cold? Had it always been this cold? He blinked open his eyes, and found himself facing his window. Shutting his eyes against the light, everything was still fresh in his mind. Last night, Kakashi, in my bed? Was it all a dream? He turned away from the window, and found himself, face to face with. . . Kakashi. Iruka blinked, well that answered that question. Iruka supposed he should be explaining, after all, he should have taken the couch. "Listen, I'm er sorry about-" He broke off, Kakashi was whispering something. Murmuring something. . . Without sounds. Iruka blinked. "Kakashi!?"
Iruka! it's Iruka. . . I slept with Iruka.

I slept with Iruka and I don't remember.

Was it good?

Was I good?

That's not the point, I slept with Iruka!!

B-but. . I, I'm not gay!

Am I?

Iruka was now on his feet, dragging Kakashi towards him. Shaking him. "Kakashi. . . Kakashi? Kakashi!!" Damn it, he was completely unresponsive. That was just great. He dimly registered that Kakashi had been on the ground, had he fallen? Hit his head?
Iruka? Don't touch me!!!
Five minutes later, Kakashi was now huddled into a semi-fetal position. He was hugging himself and rocking. This was highly irregular. Of all the reactions Iruka had thought of, this hadn't been one of them. This hadn't crossed his mind for one second. Was Kakashi having a panic attack? And then, suddenly, it was quiet. Well, it had always been quiet, Kakashi hadn't been speaking after all, but the occasional whimper, and the creaking of the floor boards as he moved had been loud enough. Now, it was gone.
Snap out of it! Your a ninja for crying out loud. Get a grip.

"Iruka?" Words felt funny to Kakashi.

"Yes, yes! I'm here" Kakashi almost rolled his eye, it seemed as fast as he had lost it, he had regained control. Iruka was staring at him intently, as if he had just had a nervous break down. Which, he reminded himself, he had. He needed to salvage what little of his dignity he had left, and get himself out of this place. With a grunt, he removed Iruka's hands of him, he didn't miss them. No, of course not.

"As fun as this is, I've got to go. . or I'll, be. . .late! yes, I'll be late for training." With that he formed his hand seals, and before Iruka could get a word in, he was gone.

Iruka sighed, well that was great. The village would be gone by nightfall, there was a crazy Kakashi on the loose. One who got drugged, found his way to this apartment, slept (but not "slept" unfortunately) with him. Who fell off beds, had nervous breakdowns, and then disappeared claiming to be worried about being late. Oh yes, Iruka mused, it's the ramen, its been poisoned and now everyone who eats it is slowly becoming crazy. And on that happy note, he started getting ready for his day, completely oblivious to the fact, that Kakashi was outside his window watching.