#nowplaying: Pink Elephants on Parade - dubstep remix by Daladubz (yes its the song from Dumbo and its AWESOME-ttebayo. check it)
A/N: hey friends, sooo I've been struggling with the direction of this chapter for *counts on fingers* ano... 2 weeks? Anyway FINALLY got my stuff together so voila!
i wouldnt have gotten it done if it werent for: WhitenyRose (still the worlds best damn beta) and ActuallyNevis
[and yes I know I mention them in every story/fic but get over it. they are my muses and writing lifeblood]
Warnings: slight lemon, bad language, dirty (delicious) gossip, naked Iruka, bound + gagged Genma, and drug use
Iruka's Been a Naughty Boy
Part 1
Tuesday morning
Three and a half hours into the school day Iruka buries his face in his hands for the third time in twenty minutes. Inappropriate feelings take over as dirty images of one of his best friends fills his mind.
Damnit Genma, the chūnin gripes silently, slinking lower into his chair to hide his growing erection under his desk. Visions of the senbon wielder moaning under him refuse to vacate his head. Iruka tries everything to distract himself. He silently recites the shinobi pledge. He prays to Kami. He focuses on things that usually kill his libido – medical maladies, old men showing too much skin in the hot springs, honey covered Asuma –the last thanks to Anko who unfortunately spilled one of Kurenai's dirty secrets to him two summers ago while drinking. He attempts to distract himself by focusing on counting down from 2,000 in Latin, but nothing works. The image of a soaking wet Genma stroking himself in the shower keeps popping up in his head. Therefore Iruka has spent the large majority of the morning hiding a stubborn appendage in various places – under his desk, beneath his jacket, and once when it appeared unexpectedly while the young man was standing in front of his class writing on the blackboard, behind a book.
Iruka exhales deeply, exasperated. Looking at the clock he frowns, still over an hour until lunch. His cock aches slightly, still angry from earlier denial of release.
Fuck it.
Iruka clears his throat, "Alright class, since you have been so good this morning I've decided to let you out early." A cheer erupts and students start for their lunches. "Hold on! There's still something else you need to do before you run out of here." The pregenin pause, eyes fixated on their teacher. "Alright class, this afternoon I had planned on reviewing proper Kunai wielding techniques, but" –Iruka gestures dramatically out the window at the raging storm– "seeing as its going to be gross the rest of the day and the gym is being reconstructed, if you all can pass the kunai basics quiz I am about to give you then not only do you get to go to lunch early, but! I will give you give you the remainder of the afternoon off."
Boys and girls whoop happily, fists pumping gleefully in the air. High fives pass all around.
"Alright! Alright!" Iruka interrupts the energetic celebration. "You all still have to get the grade!"
A nervous hush falls over the classroom. Iruka stealthily adjusts himself and stands. Walking to the chalkboard he pauses. His back to his students, he smiles to himself.
I'll make it so easy even Naruto couldn't fuck it up.
Stepping away from the newly written questions, Iruka smiles at his students warmly. "Good luck everyone! Take your time. Let me know if you have any questions." The class looks from their teacher to the board and back nervously. Iruka wrote 5 questions, all of which he thought were easy, but studying his students' reactions he must have judged wrong. Shit, he cusses inwardly, frowning slightly.
A light bulb clicks.
"Alright class, since I am feeling extra generous today" –Inner Iruka mockingly adds and extra horny –"you all can use your books. I expect nothing less than perfect scores from each of you."
The small room erupts into loud cheers again as relieved students scramble for their books. Iruka smiles and returns to his desk.
Ten minutes later, all quizzes have been handed in and graded. Everyone passed.
Iruka dismisses his class for the day and sighs after the last student finally leaves, closing the door behind him. He returns slowly to his desk and slinks down in the oversized chair.
The chūnin's head hits the desk, mind spinning nervously.
As if having to hide reoccurring inappropriate bodily reactions from minors for over three hours was not bad enough, Iruka also spent the large remainder of the morning desperately fighting back tears.
The distraught shinobi closes his eyes, covering his head with his hands. He simply cannot figure a way to explain his sudden attraction to Genma and, furthermore, Iruka winces, he nearly acted on his inappropriate feelings more than once earlier this morning.
Iruka chokes back a sob as sorrow clenches his heart. His worry wart tendencies resulted in over three hours and counting of gut wrenching self-imposed anxiety. Every time his hormones kick in Iruka serves himself up a large helping of guilt to accompany his unrelenting lust.
A small tear rolls down a tan cheek.
The man of your dreams finally walks into your life and less than three days later you fuck it up. Awesome. Iruka mentally chides himself further. His conscious harshly noting that lusting over another man, especially one your lover dislikes, is no way to behave while your man is on a mission.
A second small tear escapes a chocolate colored eye.
He's going to hate me.
Iruka's dark inner dwellings are interrupted by a knock on the door. Keeping his face buried Iruka mutters sadly, "Enter."
"Iruka?" The two guests call in unison.
Looking up Iruka forces a small smile. He wants to be happy to see the two Hokage assistants, but, given his current mental state, he is not in the mood for visitors, even if they are his best friends.
"'Ruka, you look awful." Kotetsu tactlessly states, bending down to peer at Iruka's mopey face.
"What's wrong?" Izumo asks, concerned. He grabs two chairs and tosses one to Kotetsu. Sitting down he frowns. The last time he saw Iruka this torn up was at the Fourth Hokage's funeral.
"Ano guys, I screwed up," Iruka starts, diving headfirst into a recount of his morning, Genma's shower show, masculine details included. Four minutes later Iruka finishes, his lips trembling as tears threaten to flow once again.
Kotetsu places his hand reassuringly on the tearful chūnin's shoulder. "Iruka, Kakashi is not going to leave you because Genma wacked off in your shower."
Izumo shoots Kotetsu a stern look, he could be so crass sometimes. Turning his attentions back to Iruka he smiles sweetly, "Seriously 'Ruka, you're just over reacting. Ko is right," he scowls at his bandaged counterpart adding, "no matter how crudely put."
Kotetsu briefly flashes his counterpart a wide smile then winks at Iruka. "Plus Kakashi is a perv, I'm sure he'll be all into it. Maybe y'all can have a threesome... 'Ruka sandwich ne?"
Iruka squeaks. Izumo swatches Kotetsu in the back of the head, "Shut up baka!"
Rubbing his head Kotetsu slinks back into his chair and pouts.
"Anyway Iruka, seriously just forget it. Just tell Kakashi when he gets home that you ran into Genma and subsequently invited him over where you accidently overheard him, er," Izumo clears his throat, "masturbating in your shower."
"B-But, what about my f-feelings? I–" Iruka blushes and motions to his groin, "Am still having issues."
This time it is Kotetsu who scowls across the table as Izumo bursts into a rolling fit of laughter.
"Ignore him" the bandaged man commands, rolling his eyes. Sensing the teacher on the verge of crying again, he attempts to distract. "So Genma gives you a hard on eh? Who cares? Just duck and tuck. No one will know… It's not like we all haven't yanked it over his sexy ass at one time or another anyway." Kotetsu nonchalantly throws a thumb to the right and shrugs, "Izumo does it all the time."
Izumo gasps, his cheeks turning pink. "I do not!"
"Do to!" Kotetsu laughs, flicking Izumo's forehead. Pausing, he tilts his head thoughtfully to the side. A smile crosses his lips. "Actually, just last week I caught you –"
"Don't!" Izumo warns, standing up.
Kotetsu leans back and smirks, a challenging gleam in his eye.
"Ko' I mean it." Izumo warns. Supporting himself on the desk, the chūnin leans forward, bringing himself nose to nose with his bandaged counterpart.
Kotetsu slowly smiles. Head remains still as onyx eyes flicker to his tan friend. "Iruka, what I meant to say is that, just last week he henged –"
The chūnin's story is cut short as Izumo launches himself across the top of the desk. Slamming into Kotetsu's chest, the chair flips sending furniture and both men crashing to the floor.
Kotetsu bursts out laughing, dodging a punch, but Izumo, the better brawler, quickly grabs hold of him and slams him down onto the floor.
Throwing his head over Izumo's shoulder he grins at Iruka, "he henged a—" Izumo cuts off the blabbering tongue as he stuff a fist full of scattered paper into Kotetsu's mouth.
"Ack!" Kotetsu yells through the ruined tests. He grabs Izumo's vest and throws him off.
"Go Ko!" Iruka cheers, laughing hard as the pair wrestle across the classroom floor.
Izumo rolls hard and ends up upside down under a desk, flat on his back, feet comically in the air. Kotetsu pounces and lands atop his trapped friend. Spitting the papers out he unknowingly barred down on, he struggles to a pin a squirming Izumo beneath him.
Realizing he doesn't have long 'til he loses his hold, Kotetsu laughs and calls out to Iruka over his shoulder, "so he henged Genma, made a clone, and made it— " an elbow slips around Kotetsu's neck as Izumo puts in a choke hold.
Determined, Kotetsu rapidly chokes out, "—suck him off, senbon and all!"
Iruka falls back into his chair and cracks up. "No," he pants out, laughter stealing his breath, "You… did… NOT!"
Izumo shoves Kotetsu away and sends him rolling across the floor with a hard kick in the ass.
Flipping over, Kotetsu lands hard. Sitting up, a frown crossing his face. Standing up he rubs his ass tenderly and whines, "Ow, baby, that was mean!"
"Hah!" Izumo snorts, upset, grumpily retaking his seat across from the giggling teacher. "And like you blabbing to 'Ruka wasn't?"
Kotetsu, still gingerly rubbing himself, rights his chair, plops down heavily and pouts.
Iruka stifles his laugher as Izumo scowls and dramatically scoots his chair away from Kotetsu.
A moment of uncomfortable silence ensues, until Iruka can no longer keep quiet.
"Ano, Izumo," the teacher clears his throat, swallowing down a laugh, "so… tell us, was it good?"
Kotetsu bursts back into laugher and high fives Iruka. The two laugh loudly as Izumo tints crimson.
"Screw y'all" he mumbles, slinking down in his seat. "At least the clone can get me off." He snides, hoping to piss his lover off.
It doesn't work.
"Hah!" The laughing chūnin smirks, "I don't seem to remember me having any problems gettin' you off last night."
Iruka slaps hands with Kotetsu as Izumo continues to sulk.
Giggling the teacher turns to his bandaged friend, "Alright, it's a given Genma's hot, but I still don't see why…" he glances at Izumo and holds up his palms, "no offense!"
Kotetsu's jaw drops, "That's a joke right?"
Iruka frowns.
"Seriously, you do know about the rumors right?"
Iruka falters, "Uhh… rumors?"
"Come on!" Izumo throws his hands into the air. "Everyone's heard the rumors." He adds, rejoining the conversation.
"What?" Iruka blinks, confused.
Kotetsu sighs as Izumo giggles. "You know," he frowns at his apparently clueless friend, "like, kinky rumors… like tales of his legendary sexual prowess?"
Iruka quirks an eyebrow, "Nani?"
Kotetsu pauses, pursing his lips thoughtfully, then smiles broadly. Leaning in for effect he starts slowly, "Actually, I first heard about the rumors from Kakashi. Apparently Genma can do wonderful things with that tongue of his." Leaning back Kotetsu smiles smugly, crossing his feet on the desk, and gestures broadly. Iruka raises a skeptical brown."Ano! Just think about it," the bandaged chūnin continues, addressing his friend's disbelief. "I mean, have you everwatched him suck that senbon?"
Iruka looks away and blushes, remembering his voyeuristic venture from earlier.
"Exactly." Izumo finishes, pointing out Iruka's reaction. "Supposedly he can get his partner off using only his tongue."
"What? How?"
"Kami Iruka!" Kotetsu covers his own face, "for someone so smart you can be incredibly naive."
Iruka frowns and starts to retort but Izumo quickly interrupts him. Grinning dirtily he chimes in, "You know, like, supposedly he can get you off using only his tongue."
A tan eyebrow raises.
"Yeah" Kotetsu smirks, explaining further, "like he's so good he only has to lick you." The last two words coming out in only a whisper.
"And Kakashi told you this?" Iruka sits back and crosses his arms, not believing a word of the garbage coming out of his friends' mouths.
"I was there." Izumo adds, looking at Iruka more seriously. "Kakashi said that once while on a mission to The Land of Lightening he ended up in a village where the people worshiped a unique avatar of the god Izanagi."
"And?" the teacher prods, so far not impressed.
"And!" Kotetsu gestures widely, "The avatar was Genma! OUR GENMA! Apparently he once had a mission there and, in a single night, individually pleasured every single person in the village. They claim he's an reincarnate."
Iruka laughs in his friend's face. "You have to be kidding, that's utterly ridiculous."
The bandaged chūnin shrugs and glances at Izumo.
Kotetsu turns to Izumo, "should we tell him about Rai's Rule?"
"Rai's rule?" Iruka questions, head turning between his friends.
The hokage assistants nod in agreement then both turn towards the teacher smiling widely.
"You see…" Kotetsu starts.
"Rai now has a standing rule for when he and Genma have sex." Izumo continues.
"Rai's Rule." Kotestu interjects the rule's name.
Izumo looks to his counterpart and nods, "Yes, Rai's Rule." Turning his head he locks gazes with a curiously staring Iruka. "You see Iruka, the rule is that Genma can't open his mouth until Rai's about to cum."
Iruka's mouth drops, all he can do is stare.
No way.
Izumo holds his hands up, "Truth."
"And totally backs up Hatake's story." Kotetsu adds, smiling smugly.
Iruka bites his lip, mind wheeling in thirty different dirty directions at once.
"Ruka," the bandaged nin starts, snapping the tan chūnin from his dirty daydreams, "you know two summers ago when Kurenai and Asuma broke up for four months?"
"Kami who could forget." Iruka scowls, remembering the overly tense, unpleasant time.
"'Scyeah well," Kotestu waves dismissingly, continuing on with his point, "you remember how she refused to tell us why?"
Iruka nods earnestly. Silently begging him to go on.
The bandaged chūnin leans in across the desk and whispers."Genma."
"WHAT?" Iruka screetches in disbelief. "You mean he and Asuma?"
Izumo nods sternly in confirmation.
"-And then Asuma thought he was …"
"Yup." Kotetsu replies.
"Wow." Iruka's mind blanks, eyes turning to stare blankly towards the window, his mind unable to comprehend how the straightest guy in the Fire Nation could ever come to question his sexuality.
Izumo gasps suddenly and looks excitedly between his two friends. "Oh my gosh! Ko'! I totally forgot to tell you the newest one I heard… Icha Icha? Not about Jiraiya's failed attempts at wooing women. It's really about his failed attempted at wooing the best lover of his entire life…"
"NO." Iruka and Kotetsu gasp simultaneously.
"YES. Just wait to you hear what else I heard…"
The three chūnin fall into an intense conversation comparing rumors and observations. Five minutes later an amused chuckle interrupts the oblivious gossiping men.
"What's got y'all gossipin' like a bunch of kunochi?" Genma chuckles deeply, pursing his senbon thoughtfully.
Izumo coughs and Kotetsu, startled, falls out of his chair.
Genma smirks and turns his eyes to an adorably crimson Iruka. "You all weren't talking about little ole me were ya 'Ruka?"
Iruka stutters, unable to get words out.
Genma crosses the room and steps behind the blushing man. Sliding his arms around Iruka, the jōnin whispers sensually into the tan ear, "I know so many tricks…The rumors don't even begin to cover the half of it."
Iruka shudders body tinting an even darker shade.
Genma chuckles then slides a steaming cup of tea around the chūnin's warm body. Taking the blushing chūnin's arm in his hand, he gently turns the strong arm over, exposing Iruka's wrist. Pulling his senbon out of his mouth Genma slowly slices the dry edge down Iruka's arm, lightly cutting two inches of the tanned skin. Doe eyes whip up and peer nervously into honey eyes. The chūnin purses his lips in confusion.
Genma drops his grip and brushes his finger across Iruka's lips. "Shh, it'll help you relax. Trust me." He winks, smiling mischievously. Daft hands maneuver the sweet smelling liquid under the chūnin's noise. "Gotta drink this too though."
Iruka inhales deeply and smiles. Cinnamon, his favorite. Taking a large inhale, Iruka licks his lips unable to resist the sweet smell and sexy smirk and takes a long sip. Glancing up at Genma he smiles, "Thanks."
"Eh, NBD man."
Iruka lays his head back and closes his eyes, enjoying the warming sensation taking over his body.
"What's in this Genma-kun?" Iruka slurs, cracking half an eye open at the smug looking jōnin.
"Ano," Genma waves his hand dismissingly, "don't worry about it, ne? Just enjoy the ride." Genma winks and walks back towards the door. Iruka slouches down in the large desk chair, a warm floating sensation taking over his body.
Izumo and Kotetsu stare silently as the special jōnin saunters away.
Genma, pausing in the doorway, flashes his trademark smirk and calls back to the trio, "I'm gonna snag some ZZZs before break's over. Catch ya'll on the flip side." With a wink he departs.
"Dayum" Kotetsu purrs nuding Izumo in the ribs, "did ya see that ass?"
"Mmhm" Izumo hums in agreement. "No wonder 'Ruka had a boner all day."
"Shudup!" The chūnin slurs.
Kotetsu raises an amused brow and giggles. "Not our fault you love Genma's hot pants."
"Hot pants!" Izumo howls, tears falling from his eyes.
Iruka laughs too, spitting out a mouthful of tea.
"Hot pants!" They all agree, entering a fit of laughter.
xoxox
(half an hour later)
Iruka knew the minute the drug hit his system what Genma had done.
Iruka knew before his vision fuzzed, his body buzzed, and his mind slowed.
He knew before uncontrollable desire took over, before the waves of primal want and lust took control of his mind.
He knew the second Genma ran his drug infused senbon down his wrist that he would trippin' within an hour.
Iruka knew the drug currently running pleasure waves through his system, causing him to feel colors and taste shapes, was an amphetamine class hallucinogen, a medical grade ecstasy rolled in opium. He only questioned Genma to see what he would say.
Surprisingly though, despite everything, the chūnin could not care less that the special jōnin had drugged him. In fact, the notoriously hot-tempered nin was not even the slightest bit mad at his senbon weilding friend.
Iruka giggles amused. Brown eyes glance down at strong hands as if they could literally catch a glimpse of the euphoria rushing through his veins.
Maybe he would have been mad earlier and perhaps he will be mad tomorrow, but as of now? Iruka smiles. How can you be mad when your entire body is warm with pleasure and happy feelings?
After all, we're all mad here.
Slinking down into his desk chair and he quietly runs his hands through his hair. The chūnin has not a care in the world, well, except one nagging desire. He doesn't remember ever wanting something this bad. His cock has never ached so much nor has touch ever felt so good. Even the hard material of his chūnin pants send shoots of pleasure up his spine. Both being the pleasure inducing effects of the drug rolling through his system.
The chūnin groans in annoyance and closes his eyes, hoping to focus on the feel good sensations of the drug and forget his aching erection crammed in his pants. Even though the kids were gone for the day, jacking himself off under his desk –no matter how necessary and appealing –was definitely not an option.
A few minutes later, Iruka moans aloud, unable to refocus his mind from visions of Genma's muscular, tight body flexing teasingly under hot shower spray. His hand rubs slightly over the straining tent in his pants. Iruka shudders. Mind vividly replaying all the delicious details Iruka secretly spied from behind the cracked bathroom door. Lust runs up and down his body. Goosebumps ripple down mocha skin.
The more the Ecstasy kicks in, the more Iruka's resistance weakens. His ability to rationally think diminishes and instead, his body takes the reins, focusing itself on pursuing primal instincts as the drug overloads his senses, suppressing negative feelings and rerouting his system to feel only pleasure.
Iruka's naturally hefty carnal appetite flies into overdrive as his drug hazed mine narrows itself to a single goal – pursue sexual desires.
Standing up the chūnin looks walks towards the door with determination.
Moving towards the door Iruka's Ecstasy tainted body has one sole thought, desire, and purpose: to fuck a certain jōnin into the floor.
xoxox
Closing the wooden door, Iruka crosses his arms and peers down on his prey, smirking wickedly. The chūnin's object of lust is currently blind folded, bound, and gagged and thrashing about wildly before him on the Academy kitchen's wood pantry floor. Passionate chocolate eyes lustfully roam the strong body below.
Kami he's delicious.
Iruka licks his lips and smirks, taking a step forward towards his prize.
This is gonna be fun.
Reaching into his uniform pocket, the chūnin pulls out a small bottle of lube. His victim stills, sinking into a shallow form of meditation in a final attempt to discover his captor's identity. Iruka, easily catching this, pauses and concentrates on masking his chakra. He wants to play with his new toy a little first before revealing his identity.
Satisfied his chakra is hidden, Iruka toys with the small container in his left hand.
*Pop*
The bottle top rattles to the ground as the smell of strawberry scented lube fills the air. The bound man, confused by the sound and smell, throws his head left to right, futilely trying to shake Iruka's hitai-ate off his eyes. Iruka watches in amusement until the ninja frowns and stills again.
Iruka gently places the open bottle onto a low shelf, keeping it easily within reach for later use.
Lowering himself to the floor, the warm skinned shinobi crawls forward slowly. He gently positions himself above the paler ninja who remains lying still on his back atop the cool wood floor. Hands and knee straddling constricted hips Iruka stretches forward cautiously, careful to keep from touching the bound man. He lowers himself down onto his elbows. Tan nose pauses millimeters before the paler one.
The chūnin chuckles silently as heated chocolate eyes watch his prey gasp, realization washing over the victim's sharp features.
The victim gasps and growls threateningly, "FUCK! HATAKE KAKASHI IF THIS IS YOUR KAMIDAMN IDEA OF A JOKE I SWEAR ON ALL THINGS HOLY I'LL CUT YOUR OVERLY ACTIVE DICK OFF"
Iruka quickly shifts back, swallowing a squeak. He was not expecting that response. Hearing the copy nin's name sends a tiny pang into the chūnin's heart as if desperately trying to remind him of something important. The drugged chūnin pauses briefly, biting his lip in thought. He knows he there is something important and relevant about that name, but the heavy drug quickly shatters his thoughts and redirects his concentration back to burning carnal desires as the sexy man before him growls again.
Iruka smirks and leans forward. Breath tickling the other shinobi's face, he slowly unmasks his chakra, completely revealing his identity.
Iruka purrs deeply as the bounded shinobi's jaw drops, "It's not Kakashi."
The tied shinobi gulps and stutters, his strong body locking up. Bewildered the jōnin stutters in disbelief,"Ri-Ri-RiRuRa?" the gag distorting his usually loud voice.
Iruka chuckles sinisterly and presses his soft lips against creamy skin. He smirks as the jōnin shudders beneath light kisses. Reaching beneath him Iruka hooks his hands under the jōnin's flak vest and hoists him into a sitting position, propping his back against cool shelves.
Iruka continues kissing the man, running a moist trail from his ear, down a strong jaw, up to a slightly panting mouth. Lowering his hard body into the older nin's lap Iruka wraps his legs around the jōnin's strong waist. Iruka's teeth graze pink lips, nibbling softly the chūnin presses his mouth forward and grasps the bandana gag in his teeth. Pulling it out, tan lips seek paler ones again, heated passion surging from the darker pair to lighter ones. However, his victim scowls and clamps his mouth shut, refusing to cooperate and denying the pink tongue access.
Stubborn jōnin, Iruka mumbles mentally continuing his advances. After pale lips maintain resistance, Iruka sighs and stuffs the gag back into the nin's uncooperative mouth.
The jōnin's body jolts back in response, attempting to refuse the gag. The motion rubs Iruka's erection lightly into hard abs, sending chills down the chūnin's body. Iruka groans, his body on fire.
The drug increases every pleasurable touch, taste, and feel to a nearly unbearable degree. Pleasure races through his nervous system, a mere touch sending Iruka's senses spinning . The chūnin's tan body shudders heavily in pleasure.
Oh my gods.
Iruka bites his lip. Excitement rushes through his veins in anticipation of what very well may be the best sexual experience of his little over two decades of life.
Running his hands roughly up a muscular side Iruka rips off the jōnin's flak jacket. Iruka coos appreciatively at the newly revealed tight fitting black undershirt. Hard abs ripple as the older shinobi pants quietly. The chūnin shivers, his breathing and pulse speed up, just touching the hard body wash orgasmic sensations over his body.
"Time to play," he whispers.
Smirking down at his toy the chūnin quickly removes his pants, and strips off the rest of his uniform. Before tossing the discarded clothing Iruka pauses. Straightening his back and squaring off his shoulders, an authoritative look enters the teacher's features.
The chūnin purrs. "Genma-kun, you have been a naughty naughty boy."
xoxox
A half an hour later Iruka slips and falls, landing flat on his butt and laughs. Looking up he reaches for Kotetsu's outstretched hand. Colors float shapeless through the air. Waves of pleasure wash through his nervous system. Room spinning, Iruka falls against the wall. He swears he sees a purple pony and can taste the tile floor through his shoes.
Nani? He wonders hazily, eyes blurring in and out of focus.
He giggles. Tan fingers rub reverently down the wood grain.
Kami, he's fucked up.
"Haaaard."
Trippin', Iruka stumbles towards his classroom. Lights and colors seem to transcend space and enter his body, filling him with warm sensations. His gaze follows a color cloud as it sinks and disappears into the floor.
"Coooool." Just as he starts to reach into the vacated space, Kotetsu's voice reaches his ears.
"'Ruka, what are you doing?"
"Ano, just... so many pretty colors." He spins in a circle, head thrown back and laughs. "Feels so good."
Kotetsu stifles a giggle and grabs his twirling friend by the hand. "Come on Princess, our shift starts in 45."
E/N: *hides from mob of KakaIru fans' pitchforks + flame throwers*... bare with me KakaIru obsessers... everything will work out...