A/N: I apologise for my blackmailing you for reviews. However it is so frustrating as a writer to see people favouriting and alerting but not telling you why they're favouriting or alerting. Let me know what you like and I'll try and do it more, tell me what you don't like and I'll try and do it less. Simple equation guys :)
This one will be for Squidpoo. Who took the time to send so many reviews :)
Iruka had been standing at the door for a good 17 minutes, and was yet to make anyone aware of his presence. Its not that he was scared of knocking on the door, it was just that...
Ok. He was terrified of knocking on that door.
Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand, and gently tapped on the wood. Very gently. After all, if Kakashi didn't hear him knocking, it wasn't his fault was it? He should have been listening harder waiting for his guest. Rude boy. No manners whatsoeve-
He was rudely interrupted by said rude boy with no manners whatsoever, when the door flew open, an excited Kakashi on the other side. "You actually came!" he yelled excitedly, throwing himself at the teacher. He threw himself backward just as fast, bright red. "Sorry Mr Umino. That was very unprofessional of me."
Taken aback by this change of attitude from childish to respectful, Iruka merely blinked a few times at the boy in front of him. "Erm. That's quite fine Kakashi. Good to see you're exercising your manners. I'm sure your mother would be appalled if I repeated some of the language you'd used in front of me before."
Kakashi blushed again. "Sorry about that sir. Would you like to come in? I'm ordering some Chinese, what would you care for?"
"I'm fine thank you Kakash-"
"No, I insist, really, what would you like?"
"Umm. Well, I'm not fussy, I'll just have whatever you're having." he said, offering a smile to his student.
Kakashi smiled back so bright and genuine Iruka was shocked. Had someone kidnapped his student? For a moment he considered polyjuice potion, before remembering that no, Harry Potter isn't real, and therefore it is most definitely not polyjuice potion.
Sighing to himself as his student bounced off claiming he was going to call up for it now, he wondered why exactly he was here. If he was being perfectly honest with himself, he didn't want Kakashi on his best behaviour. He liked the Kakashi that was an arrogant brat. That used bad language, that was rude, that said inappropriate things. Whatever this thing was he had made of himself, he didn't like it.
When Kakashi returned, Iruka was ready for him. Pushing the students back down on the kitchen bench, he kissed him.
What he wasn't ready for, was Kakashi to push him back off. "Sir, I said I was going to be on my best behaviour and I am. Please don't tempt me." he muttered, cheeks flushed pink and avoiding eye contact.
"Maybe I want to tempt you? Maybe I don't want you on your best behaviour." He murmured against Kakashi's neck, gently biting it.
"S-s-sir." Kakashi stammered, squeezing his eyes shut, attempting to maintain his composure. His hands curled in the fabric of Iruka's shirt as his tongue flicked over the sensitive skin of his collarbone before returning to recapture Kakashi's lips, this time with more success. He pulled back slightly, face still millimetres from Kakashi's. "If we have to go back to being proper after tonight, I'm not going to waste my last chance with you."
He pulled Kakashi back up, and pressed him against the wall before leaning back in to kiss him. Having officially abandoned his good behaviour, he wrapped his legs around Iruka's waist, kissing back with equal force. He pulled his teachers lip between his teeth, smirking in satisfaction at Iruka's noise of approval.
"You made 'Kashi very sad the other day 'Ruka." he said in the most innocent tone he could manage. "You're going to have to be very, very nice to me to make up for it..."
Iruka eyes lids dropped even lower and Kakashi shuddered, more affected by the predatory glance than he would have liked. "Well Ka-Shi." he whispered, exaggerating the syllables far more than necessary – even if it secretly (or maybe not so secretly) made Kakashi weak at the knees – as he pulled him closer. "I might have to do just that, mightn't I?"
He slipped his hand under Kakashi's shirt and up his chest, his other resting on his lower back, holding him impossibly close. Without thinking Kakashi's hands began fumbling with Iruka's belt buckle, surprisingly not deterring the teacher.
Lips still firmly held to Kakashi's, Iruka moved away from the wall, stumbling blindly down the hall, Kakashi still wrapped around him, before entering a living room and dropping him on it and laying on top of him, never breaking the kiss. He pulled away briefly, pulling Kakashi's shirt over his head, vaguely noting the sound of buttons being torn from fabric before he laid back down, noting how cool his own skin was when pressed against the feverish chest of his student.
The doorbell ringing forced the pair apart. "Why did I have to fucking order Chinese." Kakashi muttered, storming to the front door, not bothering to put his shirt back on. Iruka considered following him, but instead lay down where his student had previously been beneath him. He heard the unlocking of the door, followed by a loud "MUM?"
"Yes Kakashi, I left my bag on the kitchen bench, why is your shirt off? And you're bright red, what on earth have you been doing?"
Iruka lay silent and still, eyes widened in horror, as he listened to the conversation unfolding between Kakashi and his mother. "I was just playing Wii Fit a minute ago, and I got really hot, so I took my shirt off."
"God, teenagers, one minute you're moping, next minute you're playing video games, what will am I going to do with you." She sighed in exasperation. "I have to get back to work, I won't be back till midday tomorrow, I'm covering for Minami, in the morning. Are you going to be going back to school? If not, I'll call them tomorrow for you."
"No, it's ok, I'll go. Don't worry, you should go."
"Excuse me? I should go?"
"Err, well, you shouldn't be late for work."
"When have you ever cared about arriving places on time? Tardiness is practically your middle name. Kakashi, what on earth are you hiding?"
"Err, well, umm, if you must know, that boy I was telling you about yesterday-"
"OH! You have a boy over! That's why you're in such an indecent state. How delightful! Can I meet him?"
"MUM! NO! You'll embarrass him."
"Oh, so he's even more indecent than you is he?" Kakashi blushed furiously and opened his mouth to protest before she held up her hand to silence him. "I don't care Kakashi. At least you're not going to be getting some poor girl pregnant." She paused and frowned. "I do expect you will still be responsible though Kakashi, if you're not prepared, then in the second drawer in my bathroom-"
"Mum, stop it!" he yelled, burying his face in his hands.
"You being embarrassed is no reason for me to be an irresponsible parent Kakashi. Well, I'll leave you to it then, give this boy my regards." she said, winking, before leaving, closing the door behind her.
Still bright red, Kakashi held his head high, and returned to the living room. Upon returning, he saw Iruka lying seductively on the couch waiting for him. Recovering the confidence he'd lost through embarrassment, Kakashi slowly lowered himself on top of him. "Now." he purred, smirking at blush that lit Iruka's cheeks in response to his tone. "Where were we...?" He murmured, hand sliding down his chest, to his lower stomach...
"Oh for fucks sake." he cried when the doorbell rang again. "I swear if that's my fucking mother-"
"It'll be the Chinese." Iruka murmured in amusement.
"Oh fuck that." Kakashi spat, lifting his hips to undo Iruka's pants as he went back to kissing him.
The door bell rang again and Iruka struggled to hold back a smile as Kakashi froze. "They aren't going to stop until I answer are they?" Kakashi asked bitterly.
"I don't think so."
"Fine. We will eat dinner, because reheated Chinese is foul, and then we can pick up where we left off." he said landing a kiss on Iruka's lips once more, before going to answer the door again. "Don't bother moving, we'll eat in there." he called through the house before answering the door. "Oh god, no, not you, please leave. I have company, and I'm expecting Chinese, and just no."
"Well you've never been known for your manners Kakashi but that was particularly rude."
Iruka winced and cursed his luck. First his mother, and now Rin. He was currently struggling to think of any way the situation could get worse. "So who is this company anyway?"
"He's a boy I met at the club the other night, so if you'll please excuse us, I'm sick of the interruptions, and would like some time alone with him if you please."
"Oh, so you're over Iruka now?"
"Well, depends on how good in bed this guy is."
"Ok, ok, I get it, fine, go enjoy your amazing sex life, I'm going home to study." she drawled sarcastically, storming out.
"Err. I have an order for a Mr Hatake?" Iruka heard Kakashi's laugh clearly from where he was sitting.
"I'm so sorry. Just having a disagreement with my friend there. I apologise for my rudeness, that should cover it, thank you."
Iruka heard the door close and Kakashi entered the room still laughing. "You should've seen the look on that guys face when Rin walked away. Poor kid."
He sat in Iruka's lap, much to the surprise of the older man, and snapped his chopsticks. "I'm so sorry. This has gone so far from what I planned."
Iruka wrapped his arms around the boys waist, and gently sucked on Kakashi's neck, drawing a quiet moan from the boy, hearing his chopsticks clutter on the tiles. Kakashi pulling himself from the embrace, and pinned his teacher back to the couch. "Ok, new plan, we eat disgusting reheated Chinese, I have you now."
A/N: I'm sorry, I'm a terrible awful tease. I considered it, but no. it just seemed a little weird. Writing sex scenes (especially with two boys) I think will be a little beyond my capabilities as a writer. Perhaps some other time I'll surprise you, but not today unfortunately. Due to me being an awful person and leading you on like that, i will accept hate filled reviews.