So, if everyone has recovered from the nosebleeds and dehydration of the last chapter, I bring the morning after. I hope you all enjoy!
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Title: The Twelve Agonies of the Morning After
Prompt: Hangovers/Intoxication
Author: Kita_the_spaz
Rating: PG-13 (strong language and references of the events of last night)
What the fuck?
He remembered wet heat, the slick slide of skin against skin and… and… and why did his head hurt so fucking much? Kakashi dragged his eye open, feeling gritty and sore. Where the hell was he? The room smelled of sandalwood and soap, not of dog and dusting left too long unattended. There was another smell in the air and his brain kicked in as he recognized it. He didn't…
He felt the warm weight of an arm draped over his torso and realized he did.
Kakashi turned his head just slightly, praying the insignificant movement wouldn't wake his bed-partner. Who had he…? He remembered the party and Anko, and he had vague memories of that exceedingly drunk woman… Noriko, was that her name… hitting on him.
Brown hair and a scarred nose… oh, shit. The memories crashed in; mistletoe, that hot mouth molesting his and… and… oh, hell.
His stomach rebelled and he twisted out of the other man's grasp and ran for the bathroom he could see down the hall. He made it just in time and wrenched down his mask to vomit sour-wine and bile. He heaved until there was nothing in his stomach, and then dry-heaved for good measure.
There was a presence behind him and a tanned hand offered a towel and a glass of cool water.
"Rinse your mouth out and I'll get you some painkillers."
Shaking, Kakashi obeyed, rinsing and spitting and wiping the sour taste from his lips.
"Done?"
"Yeah." Kakashi rasped. Now he remembered why he didn't drink. He got stupid when he was drunk. Not to mention the morning after was always a killer. Sometimes literally.
"Take these. You'll feel better." Again the tanned hand dropped into his line of sight, holding a couple of painkillers. Kakashi looked up, noting that Iruka was looking pointedly away from where he was crouched, and accepted the pills. He swallowed them quickly and tugged the mask back in place. The hand returned, this time holding… oh, gods… a pair of boxers, and Kakashi was mortified to realize he was naked from the waist down.
He turned to look up at the chuunin, only to realize the man had turned his back and stepped away. Flushing, Kakashi yanked on the boxers. They rode low on his hips, but it was better than being naked. He glared at Iruka's back. I got drunk off my ass and fucked him… no, wait. A flash of memory and he remembered Iruka murmuring, "If you think that felt good, wait until I let you be the one on top." Check, he'd been on the receiving end. Ass definitely hurts… damn.
Iruka spoke without turning around. "If you're done trying to glare holes in me, come to the kitchen, I'm got some tea that will settle your stomach and dull the headache until the painkillers kick in. Sound reasonable?"
Kakashi's stomach took that opportunity to rebel again, and after he dry-heaved a few more times, he followed the chuunin into the kitchen. Iruka directed him to sit at the table and busied himself with making the tea. Kakashi sorted through his hazy memories of last night. He remembered the party and drinking far too much of the sweet plum wine. He remembered, seeing Anko and Gai happily molesting each other and then Iruka pointing up and asking what he saw… And then the kiss…
Blood surged in his groin as other memories came to the fore. He flushed red as Iruka suddenly set a cup of tea down in front of him. "Drink that. It'll help."
Kakashi sniffed, identifying mint, chamomile, and several other herbs that had gone into the tea.
"It's not poisoned, Kakashi-san. If I had any intentions on your life, I think I would have done something before I slept with you." There was amusement in Iruka's voice. "That's a mixture I get from Shizune-san, because sometimes I get overstressed and it upsets my stomach."
Kakashi frowned, but picked up the cup. Iruka politely looked down at his own cup so Kakashi could drink.
Sipping, he found the herbal taste oddly pleasant and it did seem to be helping his stomach a bit. He shifted in his chair and couldn't help a pained sound. Pulling his mask back up, he glared at Iruka, trying to summon up his earlier indignation, but only bringing to mind the events that had led to that particular discomfort.
Iruka snorted into his cup. "Don't try to pull the deflowered virgin card on me. I've read Icha Icha too." His lips curled up. "As I recall, you enjoyed it too."
Suddenly, those dark eyes burned with a familiar hunger and Iruka rose from his seat. "Don't tell me this is a masculine pride thing, either." He stepped closer and grinned that mischievous smile of his again. "Because, I said you got to be on top the next time, didn't I?"