StandorDie: Wow...so many reviews...I don't think I've ever gotten this many for any of my stories on chapter 6...hahaha but it makes me kind of happy though I suspect it has more to do with Jinx than me! But yeah, sorry this took long...see a lot of people want THE thing to happen haha...and me being a lot LIKE Iruka...hence me writting for him, I wasn't sure if I should just let Jex do the chaps hahaha...but I think this does it some justice?
Jinx: By Jex, I assume my co-writer means Jinx, but what the hell… And I'll take that as a nice compliment btw
StandorDie: But I do hope we'll update soon and bring more goodies unto you!
Jinx: Okay okay I'll do my best not to be lazy and keep writing.
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Iruka's POV.
I blinked, mortified at the aspect before me, his lips so tightly pressed unto mine, tongue begging for entrance as he…
I opened my eyes only to find myself enveloped in darkness. It took me a few moments for my sight to adjust and even then I failed to recognise my settings.
Foreign bed covers, foreign surroundings and a thick smell of sweat clinging to my skin.
'Dear God no…'-I whispered, horrified at the prospects and possibilities raging through my head. Of course those 'ideas' revolved around me having partaken in physical interaction, usually carried out between man and woman, known by most as sexual intercourse.
Hatake…
So I…drew a blank.
'I see you're awake.'-came the deep voice, a shadow darker than the rest of the wall, leaning against the door frame. I pushed myself up on my elbows and tried to make out some of his features, failing miserably.
'You have a fever, I wouldn't move around so much if I were you.'-he said, voice slightly irritated.
And as though by magic I felt the dizziness and weakness, forehead hot, the reason behind the sweat suddenly unveiled, my shoulders relaxing slightly as the primary worry wormed itself out of my mind. But then there was the issue with the rain and then the…
'The kiss…'-I muttered.
He sighed and from the sound of it, slid down into a sitting position.
'You can report me for sexual harassment if you want…'-he mumbled.
My brain seemed to go into post-apocalyptic shock, the end of the world having already come and gone by.
Why would I want to report you for anything, I LOVE YOU, screamed my brain, my more rational side thanking God for blessing me with such incredible self-control.
Or so I thought before I found myself carefully sliding along the bed and unto the floor to join him on the furry carpet.
'Who said anything about that?'-I asked, voice slightly shaky due to lack of confidence and lack of experience in this department. Not to say that I had never dated anyone in my nineteen years of life upon earth.
'I really don't care.'-he pointed out.
I drew back slightly. Ultimate rejection much…
But just to show the universe once again that Hatake Kakashi was unclassifiable under any category, he reached up and caressed my cheek. I'm not sure which one of us was more shocked; me who received and almost comatose state or him, who's hand flailed as he seemed to have realised what his body had done.
There was a pregnant pause and then we both started laughing, something so desperately and oddly familiar about the situation.
January 17th
8:42 am
I stood brushing my teeth in the bathroom of the one and only Hatake Kakashi who as fate would have it was sprawled all over the couch, still asleep, completely ignorant of the fact that lessons started in about eight minutes.
I turned around and flushed the toilet, twice just to drive my point home, having been appalled at the yellow substance I found languishing about in a clearly unorthodox for human kind fashion.
And though I wasn't a Psych major, I knew enough about Freud's theory to conclude that Kakashi was probably stuck between the anal and genital stages.
Maybe?
Because clearly his id seemed to be winning over his ego, most of the time his actions based on pure instinct referred to as Eros.
In my head all of this of course making sense while in reality, my psychology teacher would have cried as I had probably missed out some important factor or beneficiary structure of the whole physiological mater. Or I was simply barking at the moon while trying to look oh so smart.
'You're wasting water…'-rumbled his voice from the door. He unceremoniously came in, unzipped his pants and took a leek right before my eyes then turned to me and smiled pointing toward his probably still warm bodily secretion.-'Rule of the house.'
'But it's-'
'Rule of the House.'-he says pointing to the ceiling.
'Well it's-'
'King of the House.'-he says pointing to himself.
'But I-'
'Deal.'
Kakashi's POV.
Heh, I swear pushing this kid around is so much fun. And so easy. Hmm, I wonder. Maybe he's just as easy to get in bed? The way he reacted yesterday I wouldn't be too surprised.
Not intending to go that far just yet, I do decide to test this little theory. I reach out and put my hand in his neck, before moving up to feel his forehead and standing a lot closer to him.
"You might still have a fever", I put the hand back in his neck. He's so cute all beet red, I can't resist to kiss his lips again softly.
"Maybe we should just stay here hm? I'll take good care of you, don't worry", I murmur against his mouth. Heh, this is definitely the best pastime ever. I start to pull back until I hear him whimper.
Whimper. If I wasn't in my current position, I'd be doing a little leap of joy. But of course, this is way better.
I lean back in and press my lips fully against his, putting my arms around his waist. I feel his hands in my neck move further around and pull me closer.
All of the sudden he tenses and backs off. "I think I'll just go to school", and he darts off.
Just as I decide I don't know where I went wrong I look down and notice the tent in my pants. Damn.
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Jinx: heh, I bet you all still hate me now huh?
