A/N: I'm sorry. I really am. But as you may or may not have noticed I did put a little message on my page, explaining the pains of school, and not even having an attractive teacher to make out with (actually, I'm on work experience, and gosh, Mr Thompson, i want you XD.... please don't tell my boyfriend that :P) anyway, I haven't planned this story, so bear with me ok? And I'm sure you've heard this from me before, but I start school holidays on Saturday and I'm going to try and finish this over those two weeks :) ok? ok. Now lets get started
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Kakashi swore colourfully when he got stuck behind some lights, and almost considered ignoring them, before remembering his mothers threats about taking his car if he got so much as a parking ticket.
To his relief, Iruka pulled into the driveway three doors from the lights, propping in the driveway and hurrying inside. Kakashi chuckled to himself. Trust Iruka to bother cleaning up in such a situation.
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Iruka flew about haphazardly, throwing everything that came into the category of clutter into his bedroom. He was personally quite proud of this idea, as this would help eliminate the possibility of him being irresponsible.
Oh Iruka, be creative! There's the wall, floor, lounge, shower-
Point taken, I get it, sorry for being conservative!
Before he could continue the argument with himself any further, there was a cautious, but still impatient knock on his door. Taking a deep breath, he walked over and opened the door.
Standing against the door frame, apathetically inspecting his nails, stood Kakashi, who even at such a time as this, found it necessary to make himself as irresistibly fuckable as always. His tie had been loosened, and his sleeves were folded up to his elbows, his jacket discarded, and his hair falling in his eyes in his carefully perfected but seemingly effortless way.
A loud clap in front of his face pulled Iruka from his daydreaming with an embarrassingly feminine squeak. Kakashi snorted, before walking past Iruka, and into his house. He considered commenting on the boys lack of manners, but decided against the argument, worried that the conflict would lead to something he was hoping to avoid at all costs.
"Kakashi, can we please make this quick, you understand as well as i do the potential conseque-"
"You have a Wii! Oh wow. That is so cool. Do you have the new Harry Potter game?" Kakashi began rumaging through the contents of Iruka's drawer.
"Thanks for listening Kakashi, this is actually important, but sure, Harry Potter-"
"FOUND IT!" Kakashi yelled triumphantly. "Can I play it?"
Iruka blinked at him incredulously. "You're..... serious?" Kakashi looked away and Iruka stormed over, snatching the game, and hitting him with it. "Damn it Kakashi! I bring you here to talk about what happene-"
"Well maybe I don't want to talk about it!" Kakashi yelled, glaring at the wall as if trying to blast a hole through it.
"Then why did you come here!"
"Because maybe I want you!" he yelled, before throwing his hands to his mouth in horror. "Excuse me." he muttered to a shell shocked Iruka, before walking swiftly from the room.
Iruka remained still where he was standing, and remained there long after he heard the hurried screech of Kakashi's tires as his reckless driving flew him from the driveway. He vaguely registered that he was still holding the game and dropped it to the ground with subconscious disregard. He laughed in spite of himself, and didn't stop laughing for quite some time. He picked up his phone and pressed 6 on speed dial. "Genma. I need to go out."
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The music blared, and Kakashi could feel his heart in his throat as the bass-line ran through him. He barely noticed the simpering girl trying to make her way into his lap before his drink sloshed over the side slightly. He pushed her off, ignoring her offended yelp. "Watch my drink you dumb slag. Vodka is far more important than you." He spat, brushing himself down, and storming off. He tipped the remaining liquid down his throat, ignoring the burning sensation, and stumbling to the bar, demanding another. The bartender glared, flicking her hair over her shoulder, and making the drink.
"I think that'll be about enough for you sir."
"Get fucked." he slurred, walking off after throwing a twenty on the counter. She shook her head, muttering something about arrogant attractive bastards as he walked away.
In his confused daze, he hit someone head first on his way to a seat. "For fucks sake, is everyone determined I should not get to finish one fucking drink." He yelled as his drink splashed over his shirt. His head snapped up, and he was fully prepared to punch the offender square in the jaw when he noticed who it was. "You?" he asked rhetorically, before laughing openly. "Are you determined to make me totally miserable?" he muttered, storming out the door.
"Fucking-" Iruka sighed. "Excuse me Genma." he said, before following the swaying teen out of the club.
He caught him on the street, before dragging him, protesting, to an alley. "Kakashi." he said evenly. "How did you get in the club?"
"My irresistible charm of course. You should know all about that Iruka." he said with a drunken attempt at a glare.
The teacher looked away in an attempt to hide the guilt in his eyes. "I'm sorry, it was stupid to get into this, it was irresponsible, and-"
Iruka felt himself thrown against the wall. "I never said i didn't like it." Kakashi growled, pressing himself against the teacher, and crashing their lips together.
Iruka's thoughts of his previous speech flew from his mind as he felt those lips against his again and he pressed himself closer, sliding his tongue between Kakashi's already slightly parted lips, holding back a moan as strong hands pressed on his lower back, holding them impossibly close. His hands slid under Kakashi's shirt up his sides, before he kissed along the students cheek, down his jaw, drawing the sensitive skin of his neck between his teeth, Kakashi tugging at Iruka's hair, panting.
His fingers scratched at Iruka's scalp, sending jolts of pleasure down the teachers spine. He recaptured Kakashi's lips in kiss, tongue sliding over the inside of his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, until Kakashi's hands rested all his weight on Iruka's shoulders, since his shaking knees stood no hope at holding him up. He was struggling to keep his breath under his teachers skilled tongue as it once again flicked down his jaw towards his neck. Between the gasps and shudders, he found himself arching against Iruka, begging for more.
"Fuck I love you." he moaned, only to suddenly lose the body warmth pressing against him.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Rin's is right. This is just some stupid lusty encounter, and you're not worth risking my job. I'm so sorry Kakashi." he whispered, turning on his heel and ran.
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A/N: I'm so terribly sorry about that. Also sorry about the shortness. But don't fret, I'm already well into the next chapter, so after you lovely reviewers (and some more would be nice! (: ) give me my fix, i shall definitely post it, or else this chapter will remain unloved and unreviewed. So please be lovely and quick and frequent and you shall get your new chapter soon! xx