Jinx: Okay so I wanted to write he first part of this chapter, and then StandorDie would write the second part, but then I wrote this, and we just thought it would make such a nice cliffhanger… so we have decided to torture you, our dear readers! Enjoy and review!

StandorDie: So yeah but you know what guys better be good and put up NICE reviews...

Jinx: We were a bit shocked at the request to have Kakashi rape Iruka, though I'm not sure if you meant it Jens and Holger. We will take little requests, little ones! We already have a main plot, but we would be happy to work in some things if there is something you would like to have in particular. So just ask nicely in a review and we'll discuss it.

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3:20 PM.

Hey, he's blushing. "Yo", I reveal my arrival with my standard greeting. He turns around and looks straight into my eyes for a split second before looking at the floor and pulling up his shirt's collar to cover up his beet red face, and failing miserably.

"Sorry I'm late, you'd never guess what happened to me on my way here this morning, that's why I'm late", so that one was lousy, big deal. I have a habit of not thinking through my excuses but those on the receiving end never seem to care or want to know the truth. He doesn't buy it, but seems too preoccupied with his own thoughts to have the guts to ask.

He's still blushing, by the way. That's so cute, I wonder if he looks like that in bed too. He's too innocent not to be a virgin, and I bet he'll be very shy while having sex for the first time. Dirty images of Iruka in my mind, damn. I take a drag of my cigarette and close the door behind me. This is going to be fun.

"Why don't we sit down and we'll get started", I stand way too close to him and he looks up at me, his lips are slightly parted, god they look so soft, I wish I could just kiss him right now. Just as I plan on doing exactly that, leaning closer until there is only about an inch between our faces, the door bursts open.

We pull away from each other quickly and turn to look at the intruder that oh so rudely interrupted our would-be kiss.

"Aah Kakashi! My eternal rival! I heard you didn't show up for your classes today, and yet here you are with your kawaii student!", great! Fan fucking tastic! Why does this idiot have to come in and ruin everything?

"Gai, I'm terribly sorry but we were just about to be on our way", I can practically sense Iruka's discomfort behind me. Not that I feel that dandy around him.

"Yes, yes, my grandmother is still sick and Hatake-sensei offered me a ride again, hehe", wow, is he a bad actor or what? He looks so nervous and I think he's sweating too. Sweating, oh man I'd love to make him sweat, have his wet glistering body beneath me, panting and begging me not to stop. God I really need to quit thinking like this or I'll fuck him right here.

"Yeah Gai, terribly sorry but you know, duty calls", I swear all that constant training seems to have a negative effect on his brain or something, he actually believes us. And now he's on his knees again, crying and bellowing something about 'such a devoted teacher and friend' and 'wonders of youth'.

Whatever.

I take iruka's hand and dash past Gai and out the open door, throwing my long forgotten cigarette on the floor in the hall. Of course, it's still raining. Maybe I can put this whole situation to my advantage.

I just thought of a plan, heh.

3:30 PM.

And naturally, we end up at my apartment, soaking wet, with a satisfied smirk on my face. Good thing Kabuto cleaned up the living room (in which we had hot and dirty sex last night, though I don't remember) before I woke up.

I find myself wondering about Iruka's expression if he were to come in here and find white stained tissues on the floor and a strong smell of sex in the air. The thought almost makes me laugh but I hold it in and am satisfied with a smirk.

"Hold on, I'll be right back", I slip off my shoes while Iruka is still busying himself with his laces. He's wearing black combat boots. I never imagined him as a type to wear combat boots. I leave him to fiddle with the laces and walk towards my bedroom, I feel his eyes on my back but choose to ignore them. My smirk grows wider though he can't see it.

My footsteps make a splashing sound against the floor, apparently, my shoes aren't water proof. I close my bedroom door behind me and take off my wet clothes to replace them with dry ones (so I was stupid enough not to wear a jacket, who cares?).

My feet carry me to the bathroom connected with the bedroom and I throw my wet clothes in the tub. I snatch 2 towels and walk back to the bedroom while rubbing my wet hair with one of the towels. I take out a pair of loose training pants and a white shirt before walking back in the living room.

I put the clothes on a chair beside Iruka, as he is standing next to the dining table, and 'accidentally' drop the pants on the floor. Putting up a lazy act and not bothering to pick them up, I put the second towel on the table and walk back past Iruka to sit in the couch. No way in hell that I would want to miss a show like this.

He looks at me with a puzzled look in his eyes.

"Put those on, you'll catch a cold and make everything wet in here if you stay in your wet clothes", I answer his unpronounced question.

"Oh, thanks", he replies so quietly that it really can't be considered talking, but would be labeled as a mumble instead. He hesitates, not sure of what to do and silently asking me for privacy, which I blatantly ignore. Like I said, no way in hell that I am gonna miss this.

He moves, finally, to take off his jacket and puts it on the back of the chair, apparently he won't need the shirt I picked out for him, as his torso seems to be clad in a dry shirt, damn. He quickly takes off his pants, revealing a pair of very tight white boxers. He bends down to pick up the clothing I dropped on the floor solely for this.

Oh god that ass is hot, damn it! I put the towel I was using to dry my hair in my lap and cross my legs to hide the otherwise obvious bulge when this arousing sight is taken from me because he put on the dry pants.

He turns around and I find him so much closer than I would have expected. That could be blamed on the fact that I'm not sitting in the couch anymore, but standing right in front of him and still coming closer. I lean in and catch his lips with mine.

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Jinx: evil laugh don't you just hate me for this?