A/N: Guess who's back? Well, I read through my stories tonight and fell back in love and got a little inspiration along the way. Loosely based off some funny things I've experienced. It made me laugh and I hope this chapter makes yall laugh too.

warnings: amusing aftermath of drug use, foul mouthed ninjas, implied smexual encounters, and Kakashi jelly-beans.

Iruka's Been a Naughty Boy

Part 2

xoxox

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."

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Izumo casts a worried look at the chunnin, onyx eyes analyzing the trippin' teacher, then glances back and questions the special jonin, uncertainty in his eyes. "Genma, man, are you sure that was a bright idea? Not only did you slip him drugs, you shamelessly provided him with two bongs worth of pot, and Kakashi should be back anytime now!," he glances warily out the window, "And I don't think you want to make him mad!"

"I'm not scared of him."

"Seriously Genma," Izumo warns, voice low so Iruka will not hear, "do you not remember him cutting off Asuma's finger for drunkenly stroking Iruka's hair last summer?" Izumo shivers then adds, "And that was before anything happened between them..."

"Maa," Genma drawls, voice mocking the ANBU in question, tossing a palm carelessly in the air, "I can handle ole Hatake-san of the sharingan."

"But, he's the man who copied one thousand jutsus and –"

"Shut up, Izu," the older nin interrupts, voice uncharacteristically stern, "I told you, that fluffy haired fool doesn't scare me. It's all an act… like that ridiculous mask" rolling his eyes as he sneers the last bit under his breath. Turning and starting towards the door, Genma tosses his hair haughtily and scoffs again, "S'Yeah, man who copied one thousand jutsus my ass."

Izumo rolls his eyes. He's totally asking for it.

Turning his attention back to his other friends, praying silently Genma has not finally done something that is going to get him killed. The chunnin eyes the other two nins. Across the room Iruka and Kotetsu are energetically drawing what appears to be naked men on one of the two large mission room blackboards.

"Ko', 'Ruka," Izumo laughs, approaching his friends, "what the hell are you two doing?"

Izumo locks eyes with Kotetsu but the bandaged shinobi looks down and blushes. He runs his foot in a small circle, biting his lip. Izumo sighs and looks to Iruka, who is standing at full attention biting his lip, body trembling with excitement. Izumo, smiles at the adorable sight and raises his eyebrow to proud the bouncing chunnin on.

"Drawing funny pictures!" Iruka glees, grinning goofily from ear to ear. "See! It's YOU!" He points to a crude chalk drawing of Kotetsu and Izumo doing it missionary style labeled 'Kotetsu's favorite.'

Izumo burns scarlet as the other two chunnin erupt into another fit of laughter.

Outside A Few Minutes Later

"Wait."

Kakashi whispered, holding his arm out, stopping Yamato from entering the room, pausing in the big tree outside the mission room. Raidou and they just returned from a quick scouting mission turned longer and uglier, and both men coated in a bit of blood mixed with a thick layer of post-mission grime, looking a little more than worse for the wear. A surprise ambush nearly caught the trio off guard, Raidou, being right flank, had taken the worst of the hits and currently was laying in a hospital bed at Konoha General being stitched up by Shizune.

"Something's not right."

The pair pauses, slinking back into the shadow of the tree, watching the scene below them with increased intensity. Across from them, a clearly intoxicated Iruka stumbles, comically stumbling in near slow-motion across the floor, only to fail to right himself and land face first in what appears to be a box of cereal. He and the other two Hokage's assistants fly into a voracious fit of laughter, Izumo nearly choking on a mouthful of chips.

The silver haired ANBU directs his mismatched eyes around the room. It is beyond trashed. Papers scattered across the table, ink wells turned upside down, carelessly ruining documents. And candy wrappers all over the floor. Kotetsu is leaning against a stack of empty pizza boxes, a fourth half eaten pizza laying at his side. Hand resting lazily around a half drank beer.

Beside him Yamato chuckles. Gaining his senpai's attention, the wood wielder points to the back wall.

"Check it out."

As mismatched eyes scan the writing board, Kakashi starts to chuckle. Scandalous diagrams of various sexual positions cover various mission room blackboards. One small picture of a couple doing the sixty-nine a top a mighty uncomfortable looking rock holds label 'Kotetsu's Favorite.' Beside it, another drawing, done in colored chalk behind Genma's desk, depicts a fox riding a raven-haired shinobi labeled 'SasuNaru' in Iruka's neat loopy handwriting.

Clever.

Amused, Kakashi spies a third sketch on the smaller whiteboard on the left side of the room. There are two pictures side by side. First studying the farthest right drawing, the one closest to the spies, Kakashi realizes, unlike the others, these people do not have faces. This drawing depicts of a group of faceless shinobi in a pool. One ninja appears to be laughing as a plant stem-like substance shoots from his wrists, wrapping the other apparently unsuspecting men up. Kakashi squints and leans forward, He looks familiar… Following the arrow to a companion picture to its right, Kakashi discovers the identity of the familiar faceless man and bursts out laughing.

"Oh shit it's you!" He points to the lone whiteboard. Reading the title of the master piece Kakashi loses it. The usually reserved man enters a fit of unbridled laughing, body doubling over.

Yamato's mouth drops open, eyes bulging out as the image hits him. "N-Naughtiness at t-the Hot S-Springs" he stammers, jaw dropping comically, body tinting scarlet.

"Naught-tree-ness, Kohai" The pale shinobi gasps through desperate laughter, "Kinky." The pale shinobi sinks into another laughing fit, clutching his sides comically, soliciting angry glares from the other now blushing ANBU.

Finally finding his voice Yamato turns an angry eye at the tickled man. "Shut up Sempai." He growls, kicking a rock at Kakashi. "They liked it."

"NANI?!" Kakashi blanches, breath coming in pants, the comment freezing him up. He blinks twice, ears unbelieving. He sits up slowly, grinning in disbelief. "Kohai, are you serious?"

Yamato ignores his sempai and refocuses his attention back to the mission room. Staring intently he watches as Kotetsu rolls something leafy and green into a small white paper. Edging down the limb closer towards the large open window, a familiar smell hits him.

"Ano, Sempai, I think they're high."

Kakashi quickly returns his attention to his chunnin lover. Kakashi squints in observation. Iruka, finally recovered from his laughing fit, is now stuffing a handful of chocolate mochis into his mouth. Chewing and swallowing them quickly he giggles and accepts an offering of Jumbo Cheese Puffs from Izumo's outstretched hand. Digging in greedily, Iruka quickly downs the rest of the bag.

Kakashi raises an eyebrow. His visible eye widens.

I wonder if… no way. Iruka wouldn't… would he?

Yamato clears his throat, "Sempai, ano, do you th—," his sentence is cut off by Kakashi's fingers covering his mouth.

"Shh, Kohai, they're talking."

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Back Inside the Mission Room

Iruka tosses the empty chip bag onto the ground, earning an annoyed look from Izumo.

"Oi, Iruka! I didn't mean for you to eat the whole bag!"

"Gomensai, Izu," Iruka rubs his scar embarrassed, "it's just I'm sooo hungry."

Kotetsu giggles. "Well duh Iruka, it is called the munchies after all!"

Iruka giggles, rubbing his scar vigorously, eyes crossing comically peering at his nose, "It's so smooth… I bet it tastes smooth. Lick it Ko." The tripping chunnin bends down, pressing his noise to the bandaged shinobi's lips. Ko licks up the tanner man's nose, leaving a trail of saliva in his path, "Tastes like cinnamon." Both men giggle.

Across the room Izumo rolls his eyes and frowns, buzz wearing off. He pokes at the emptied bag with his foot, "Ko?" he whines, "Where's our food? And do you have another joint?"

Kotetsu tosses him one and Izumo lights up. Taking a quick hit he passes it off to Iruka who is currently elbow deep in a box of Kunai Krunch.

"On the way, remember 'hot-pants' went to get it?"

The reference send all three chunnin into another unbridled fit of laughter.

Having heard enough, Kakashi makes his entrance. Transporting himself to the front of Iruka's desk in less than the blink of an eye. Iruka stares a moment, coughing and blinking as the heavy silver smoke clears, his mind slow to pick up.

"'Kashi! My vanilla jellybean!" Iruka interrupts, realizing who poofed into the room. He bounds out of his chair, over the desk, and latches himself onto the older ninja's side. "You're home!"

Kakashi's eyes widen as his keen nose picks up on three unmistakable scents coming from nuzzling chunnin. First, Iruka, as always, smells mouth wateringly good, like cinnamon baked goods mixed faintly with ocean breeze. However, the second and third smell mar the smaller man's naturally delicious scent. The unmistakable smell of pot reeks off the chunnin's chocolate hair and a darker, more disturbing scent radiates from within – some other drug Kakashi cannot place at the moment. The copy ninja frowns.

Pot, as I suspected... but what's the other one?

Iruka giggles under Kakashi's intense gaze, mistaking concern for lust. The tan man attempts to shake his body flirtatiously but loses his balance and stumbles. World spinning in an array of color. Iruka hits the wood floor with a thud, bursting into giggles. Sprawling onto his back, he attempts to make 'snow angels' on the wooden floor. Across the room Kotetsu and Izumo burst into a fit of laughter, Kotetsu quickly jumping up and runs to where the chunnin lay. Joining in, the bandaged man calls to his chunnin counterpart, "Join us Izu! It's like we're flying!"

Looking back at his lover, who is now entering another fit of giggles at his feet, Kakashi questions sweetly, "Ruru, what are you on?"

"Ano, Jellybean," Iruka replies glancing up at Kakashi's face, "I smoked earlier… a couple times," giggling out the last part.

"Ne Ruru," Kakashi rolls his eyes, chuckling, "even Naruto could tell that."

"SasuNaru!" Kotetsu shouts, still on his back, pumping his fist in the air.

"FOREVER!" Iruka and Kotetsu yell, their fists following happily into the air.

Yamato stifles a giggle and Kakashi rolls his eyes and smiles under his mask, any irritation melting away immediately at the Iruka's ridiculous antics.

E/N: I hope to continue this regularly again. This is my favorite thing I've written besides 12th Tries the Charm. However, I might be splitting this into two separate fics, but I'm gonna sleep on it a couple nights then decide. Leave me your thoughts!