Warning: this story contains the always sexy Kakashi x Iruka. Rated T for language, adult themes, yada yada yada.
Disclaimer: I still dont own Naruto. Thanks for asking.
Notes: this chapter turned out longer than the others by several hundred words. i hope its not too much more for anybody to handle. enjoy!
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"That way, I can do this." Iruka whispered, almost seductively, right into the jounin's ear.
Immediately, Kakashi's whole body felt like it was on fire. He knew his cheeks were blushing crimson through his mask, and he gasped slightly when Iruka pulled away. And then, Iruka brushed his soft lips against his masked mouth.
It wasn't the sloppy, drunken attack Kakashi might have expected, but it was soft, gentle, almost unsure. His first thought was to recoil, and he would have, but Iruka's hands had somehow escaped his iron grip and clasped themselves around his neck. His mind was working in slow motion. He was still trying to comprehend that Iruka was kissing him. And that he might possibly…like it?
Kakashi, lost in his raging sea of adrenaline, gently began to return the pressure on the chuunin's lips. He felt Iruka moan softly, and he could almost taste the sake on his lips. His heart was beating faster and faster with every second they kissed, until Kakashi felt like it was going to burst right out of his chest. Iruka's hands began to gently rub the back of his neck as the kiss deepened. Kakashi's eye fluttered closed as he gave in to his desire. He remembered all those feelings he had when he gazed at his glowing smile, or perfectly bronze skin, or deep brown eyes. He felt invigorated, energized, hot blood pumping through his veins, and he was ready to passionately reply to the kiss. But then, as quickly as this had all started, it ended.
The jounin's steely eye shot open when he felt Iruka pull away abrubtly, his hands darting back from around his neck. Iruka looked slightly dazed, and he was panting hard, his face cherry red. He smiled dumbly, the smoldering passion still lingering in his eyes as they closed, and Iruka passed out on the table.
"Great Kami, what have I done?" He whispered, staring at the now snoring chuunin, whose body was sprawled across the table. He had kissed Iruka, that's what he had done. He had kissed Iruka, who was drunk out of his mind. He had kissed him, and Iruka kissed back. Kakashi gingerly touched his lips, which were still tingling, with his gloved fingers. He lowered his head to the table and moaned in frustration.
"He's drunk, that's all. He's not in his right mind. He only kissed me because…because…" But Kakashi couldn't finish the sentence. He didn't want the reason for the kiss to be that Iruka was drunk. He wanted Iruka to kiss him because…he wanted to. "Dammit, I'm so confused!" He cried, clutching at the sides of his head.
He had kissed Iruka back. What did that mean? Did he like him? Was he drunk too? No, he was definitely not drunk. And he had to admit, Iruka had grown on him since this morning. But all the sexual thoughts Kakashi had about him, all the times he had joked to himself about doing unmentionable things to the chuunin, that was certainly not the way to think of a friend. Maybe there was something more. Maybe he had kissed back because he liked the feeling of the chuunin's soft lips on his. Maybe he felt so hot because Iruka had lit his veins on fire. Maybe he wanted to keep kissing, deeper and more passionately than he had ever kissed any other person before because he genuinely wanted Iruka.
"NO!" The jounin hissed to himself. "No, my reactions were based on hormones, nothing else. He's just an acquaintance. That kiss was suppressed, drunken emotion. It was nothing. It means nothing." He tried to convince himself. But every time he almost believed his own lie, he would look at the unconscious Iruka, and his façade would dissolve. "It was nothing. It means nothing." He repeated solemnly, but he just couldn't make his words sink in.
"I suppose I cant leave him here…" Kakashi mumbled to himself after a long period of silent contemplating. He would have to take him home. He didn't know where Iruka lived, and he didn't plan on just dumping him off somewhere.
He pulled a few bills out of his wallet, throwing them on the table. He would make Iruka pay later, after all, it was supposed to be his treat. He slid out of his seat, then carefully lifted the unconscious chuunin off the table. He adjusted him quickly, cradling him in his arms, and then took off out the door.
Kakashi felt a little too out of it to try and use a transportation jutsu. He grimaced as he remembered the last time he had tried to use that jutsu after he drank. He ended up with severe burns on his, erm, backside, and bite marks all over his lower body. Although, I must admit, it was pretty kinky of those women to let their dogs loose on me. I didn't know I would teleport into their bath house, while all their dogs were chained up outside, yearning for the thrill of the hunt.
He unconsciously rubbed his rear while readjusting the chuunin in his arms. Kakashi suddenly realized how light the bronze teacher was, despite being quite muscular (or so Kakashi guessed). He gazed down at the slumbering Iruka, and noticed how peaceful he looked. So calm, so out of it, with no worries about what had just ensued in the izakaya. It was cute really, the way Iruka seemed to nuzzle into Kakashi's flak jacket. The jounin hugged the teacher a little closer, enjoying the warmth that ran through his body when he did.
A drizzle of rain began to fall around them, and Kakashi sighed as the drizzle quickly turned into an outright downpour. Just his luck. His feet made squelching noises as he walked a little faster down the muddy street. The rain was cold, but it almost felt relaxing as it sprinkled onto his searing skin. After a few minutes of enjoying the shower's cooling effects, he realized that he had left Iruka completely exposed to the elements.
"Maa…" He groaned in frustration as Iruka became heavier and heavier in his arms, due to his clothes absorbing all the rain. Kakashi brushed a few water droplets off the chuunin's face, smiling slightly under his mask at how adorable he looked. Then, after tucking Iruka close, he put his head down and marched faster through the downpour. His apartment wasn't too much farther away.
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After setting down the soaking wet Iruka on his couch, Kakashi collapsed into one of his chairs. His living room was askew after his weak attempts to try and turn on the lights, crank up the heater, balance the unconscious man in his arms, and kick his lazy nin dog out of the way.
"Wow." Pakkun said with mock admiration. "It's the first date and you already brought him home unconscious. You must be really in to this one, eh?" The pug snorted at his own bad joke, rolling over on the floor by Kakashi's chair. The jounin feebly moaned a reply of some sorts, but Pakkun didn't catch it.
Kakashi was wiped out, and not in the mood to be harassed by his bitching nin ken. Carrying Iruka home in the midst of a storm took more out of him than he thought.
"Just shut up, dog." The jounin commanded, voice flat.
"Was your date that bad?" Pakkun questioned with genuine curiousity.
"Ne…He got drunk and passed out. And it wasn't a date!" Kakashi added defiantly. He sat up, vision swimming as the blood rushed to his head. He shivered slightly as his wet uniform clung to him like a second skin. He had to get out of these clothes. His eye wandered over to the unconscious Iruka on his couch, and he knew he should tend to him first.
"This will be interesting…" Kakashi mumbled to himself as he picked up the chuunin, trembling from his cold body, and carried him into his bedroom. He lay him down gently, then proceeded to turn up the heat in the room. He placed his hand on Iruka's forehead and shivered at the touch. The chuunin was freezing. He had to get him out of those soaking clothes and into something warm.
"Really, Kakashi? Your date didn't want to have sex with you, so you knock him out and bring him back here. And now you're stripping him and planning on ravaging his unconscious body. You've lost your touch." Pakkun mocked, waddling into the bedroom just as Kakashi sat Iruka up and started to peel away the sopping flak jacket.
"You make me sound so unromantic." The jounin retorted as he balanced Iruka with one hand, using the other to slowly lift up the soaking outer shirt. He inhaled sharply when he finally removed the top, allowing his eyes to scan over the chuunin's chiseled torso. His chest was as tan as his face, with toned muscle and a washboard stomach. "Damn." Was all Kakashi could say. He slowly trailed his hand down the warm skin of his abdominals. His eyes drank in every last inch of his muscular figure, his face turning slightly red with jealousy. He would have killed to have a body like that.
"You sure picked a nice one. Weird, he doesn't seem like your type though." Pakkun grumbled, crawling onto the bed and laying down next to his master.
Kakashi, who was still staring, mesmerized at Iruka's body, snapped his head up and turned to his dog.
"What do you mean, "not my type?"" He asked hotly, returning his attention to the half naked chuunin on his bed. He tried to keep his perverted mind at bay while slowly pulling down Iruka's pants. He tossed the wet article on a pile on the floor, which already had his shirt, flak jacket, and weapons pouches.
Kakashi smiled under his mask, eyes lighting up with amusement. Iruka wore boxers that were cerulean blue with little light blue dolphins all over them. Kawaii! The jounin cooed inwardly, unable to stop himself from staring like a little fan girl. But I always thought of Iruka Sensei as more of a briefs kind of guy…
"I just mean, this chuunin seems responsible, caring, prudent, sensitive, all the things you aren't." Pakkun observed harshly, licking a paw.
"Yea, which is exactly why he drank himself into a coma." Kakashi retorted. Before tonight, he would have agreed whole heartedly to what the nin dog was saying. But now, he wasn't so sure. Perhaps he had Iruka all wrong?
Pakkun only stuck out his tongue in reply, while Kakashi removed Iruka's hitai ate and threw it on the pile. He gently eased the hair tie out of the chuunin's ponytail, and used his fingers to tenderly comb through the hair. It fell down to Iruka's shoulders, and Kakashi noticed how much younger the chuunin looked. And how much sexier! He inwardly added, but then berated himself for the thought. He still didn't know what was going on between them. But right now, he was too tired to think about it.
He slid Iruka under the sheets of his bed, then gently tucked him in. Before Kakashi could comprehend his actions, he bent down and kissed the chuunin's forehead.
"Great Kami, what am I doing?" He moaned to himself as he forced his feet to carry him away from the gorgeous, half naked, sleeping Iruka in his bed. He finally removed his flak jacket and weapons pouches, grabbed a pillow, and threw himself onto the couch. He mumbled a good night to Pakkun before closing his eyes, cursing himself for being delusional enough to think that maybe Iruka had meant to kiss him. His mind tortured him by replaying the bar kiss, over and over again, until Kakashi finally gave in to a very fitful sleep.
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Iruka's dreams were unnaturally colorful and exuberant. He was rowing a small wooden boat in an endless sea of sake. The sky was flashing every color of the rainbow, which was reflected onto the sake sea. And no matter how much Iruka rowed, he never moved anywhere. The boat continued to stay stationary, even when Iruka began to pant and sweat from working so hard. Then, it got weirder.
After hours of fruitless rowing, Kakashi, of all people, rides up to him on a dolphin. He has a few chokos and proposes a drinking game, with the winner getting to ride the dolphin home. Iruka accepted and they dipped their cups into the sea. The game seemed to last for hours, until they each had one cup left. The final choko, winner take all. But instead of drinking his choko, Kakshi had leaned in real close and whispered something inaudible, then threw his cup aside. He pulled Iruka into what looked like a passionate kiss, his arms wrapping around the chuunin and pulling him close.
Weirdest of all, Iruka didn't protest. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it, and he replied with such fervor that he tipped the boat over. And with that, Iruka awoke in an unfamiliar room, in his boxers, in a cold sweat.
"My head..." He moaned, squinting his eyes and bringing up his hands to rub his forhead. Where was he? Why did his head hurt? And why was he almost naked?! "Izakaya. Old man. Sake." He continued, moaning out words that helped piece his memories together. He remembered meeting Kakashi outside the bar, after being felt up by the perverted drunk. He remembered sitting in a booth and drinking some sake…The rest was a blur.
Iruka got a sick feeling in his stomach as he tried to recall what had happened in the bar. There was sake, sake, and more sake. Oh Kami! I hope I didn't do anything stupid... He silently prayed. And then he remembered where he was. Panic started to swell in his chest. What if Kakashi left him there, and that pervy old man came back and took him home?!?! But after a quick glance of the room by moonlight, Iruka knew this was not the case.
The book shelves were littered with Icha Icha novels. He was in Hatake Kakashi's apartment, he just knew it. As to why he was wearing nothing but his dolphin boxers, he still had yet to figure out. His head swam with pain as he sat up and got out of bed. He barely took one step before he nearly collapsed.
"Kami, how much did I drink?" He questioned himself, almost too scared to want to know the answer. He staggered out of the room at an excruciatingly slow pace, grabbing on to anything and everything that could keep him steady. He finally reached the door, then pulled himself out into a living room.
His previous answer was justified when he saw Kakashi, sprawled out across his couch. Some unknown forced seemed to draw Iruka closer to the sleeping jounin, and he went and collapsed into a chair that faced towards the couch. His eyes, still adjusting to the lighting, took in Kakashi's sleeping form.
The moonlight shone through the window at the perfect angle, illuminating Kakashi's pale, visible skin. It shone like alabaster, and he looked so peaceful. Iruka watched as the jounin's chest rose and fell softly with his breathing. He had the strong urge to move a few strands of hair away from his forhead. Iruka, with trembling hands, gently smoothed Kakashi's wild silver hair away from his face. The hair was soft and silky, and the chuunin loved how it felt on his fingers.
He noticed the jounin was shivering slightly, but as to why, Iruka did not know. He grabbed the throw blanket off the back of his chair and draped it over Kakashi, covering him as best as he could. Iruka had to admit, the jounin looked quite handsome in this light. Actually, he looked handsome anyway, but now was different. Now, Iruka saw Kakashi looking relaxed and peaceful for the first time, ever.
His eyelids grew heavy, and he made himself comfy in the chair, resting his head on the arm. He was too tired to get back in the bed, and he like it out here better. Maybe it was because he had the perfect view of Kakashi sleeping?
As he closed his eyes, he was suddenly aware of his lack of clothing again. He realized, with a slight gasp, that Kakashi had probably been the one to strip him. AHHH! He's seen my boxers no doubt. These were supposed to be a secret… He tried to be annoyed with the jounin, but instead, all he did was smile. He fell asleep, closed eyes still aimed at Kakashi, and wondered what the hell had happened last night at the bar.
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Notes: awww! adorable! i need time to refuel my imagination, so this might be it for a few days. please review! thanks for reading!
