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When Iruka awoke the next morning his head ached, his temples pounding, and his stomach didn't seem to agree with it's self. They were the three obvious signs of a hangover, how wonderful. Not wanting to get up just yet he rolled over and let his eye's crack open. He noticed a cup on his dresser and slowly lifted his head to inspect it further. The cup was filled with what he assumed was water, and two Tylenol pills were sitting beside it. Obviously Kakashi had left him some hangover cure.
He sighed and pushed himself the rest of the way up, taking the Tylenol swiftly and drained the cup. He laid back down, shoving the covers off his body and trying to remember the previous night. He remembered going out with Kakashi well enough, but after the silver haired man had asked him to dance… After that the memories of the night became much more uncertain. There was lots of dancing, some more beer, a tray of shots that Iruka, for the life of him, could figure out how many of those shots, he himself, had drank.
He remembered a strange vibe between the both of them, Iruka felt himself reaching out to dance with the man, then playing it off like that was just a dance move after realizing what he was doing. He remembered the long trip home, Kakashi often picking him up to speed up the journey, and Kakashi had kissed him. On the forehead actually, but it was still a kiss, and in his intoxication, Iruka had very much enjoyed the action, and had voiced such opinions. But why had Kakashi done something like that? Brotherly affection? He would need to question the Jounin later. Right now, he needed to take more Tylenol and pretend he wasn't hung over for his students.
Iruka's day at the academy was less than pleasant, as usual a vase of lilies was on his desk, a romantic note stuck somewhere in the bouquet, and the children, curious as ever, were trying to find out who his admirer was. More than once the man had excused himself to empty the contents of his stomach into the nearest porcelain throne. The usual yells and loudness of the class to much for the poor man to handle that morning, but by lunch the hangover had passed, and Iruka once more returned to his strict but loving sensei self.
After the last bell had rang, and the children had ran home to their moms and dads, Iruka made his way over to the window. He pulled it open and leaned outside.
"To what do I owe the honour of your presence Kakashi-san?" He yelled up to the tree. The silver haired man had taken up residence in the tree sometime after two o'clock and had sat patiently, hardly moving, until Iruka opened the window. Obviously he had learned his lesson from the last time.
Kakashi swung off a branch and plunked rather gracefully onto the windowsill.
"I was wondering how you were feeling today. Last night you were rather … intoxicated." His eyes made their odd upside down U smile and Iruka turned around and moved back into the room, tucking in chairs and gathering papers.
"I'm alright now I suppose. This morning was a rather unpleasant one though." He frowned recalling the nausea he felt after trying to eat his usual breakfast of toast.
"I'll try not to get you to drunk next time." Kakashi spoke as he moved into the room, casually strolling towards the teacher.
"Next time?" Iruka asked as he stopped , and then looked over at the Jounin suspiciously.
"You will allow me a next time, won't you?" He said as he leaned against Iruka's desk. "I promise to do less damage."
Iruka picked up his pile of papers and shuffled them into a drawer in his desk. It looked more sturdy than the others, and also had a lock, which Iruka made sure was tripped. "Well I've got to close at the missions office as usual, but if your still interested in another night out I would be more than happy to accompany you." Iruka could see the sparkle in Kakashi's solitary eye after he registered Iruka's words. It made Iruka smile, knowing that he caused the normally bored and indifferent Jounin such emotions.
"I'll see you at eight Sensei." And with that Kakashi turned and strode out of the classroom, looking a little smug with a hit of arrogance.
Iruka realized he still hadn't asked Kakashi about his strange actions the previous night; maybe it was best not to ask. If Kakashi never mentioned anything, it didn't mean anything. Iruka was having a hard time convincing himself of this.
"See you later Iruka-sensei!" Raido waved absently behind him as he exited the missions room, leaving Iruka alone.
Seconds later Kakashi appeared, leaning on the door frame casually, just as Iruka had expected. "Ready to go Sensei?" He asked as he pushed off the door frame and helped Iruka straighten chairs.
"Am I allowed to go home first?" The jingle of keys caught Kakashi's attention.
"Well of course." He answered, looking around to see Iruka standing by the door waiting for him. The walk home was nice, Iruka occasionally brushing shoulders with Kakashi, seemingly used to being in the man's presence. This make Kakashi excited, and more hopeful than usual.
"What do you have planned for us tonight Kakashi-san?" Iruka asked from the open bedroom door.
"Well it's a surprise Iruka-kun." Kakashi smirked, leaning more comfortably into the couch as he waited for Iruka's reaction.
"Iruka-kun! I told you never to call me that!" Came a startled reply, and was followed by a very unhappy looking Chunin.
The first thing Kakashi noticed was not the scowl on Iruka's face, nor the light blush that tinted his cheeks. It was the fact the Chunin was holding his shirt; clenched in his fists as he stared down the copy-nin.
"I do not appreciate that Kakashi-san." His scowl had no affect on the otherwise distracted man, and Kakashi was to surprised to hide his wandering eye. The Chunin was wonderfully sculpted. Not really muscled, or flabby. Just the tanned expanse of a fit man in his late 20's, a faint line of dark hair descending from his bellybutton. "Kakashi-san!"
Kakashi was snapped from his thoughts by a rather angry Iruka. "I'll try not to use that name with you any further Iruka-Sensei." He hoped that was enough to cover his gawking.
"Why were you ignoring me Kakashi-san?" The Chunin had pulled the light blue shirt over his head by this point, covering his honey skin from Kakashi's hungry gaze.
"I was deep in thought." Iruka sighed in frustration before returning to his room momentarily. Kakashi was surprised at how quickly he had become enthralled in Iruka's body. It took all his years of expertise to stop his thoughts from traveling down the Chunin's body to what still remained a mystery from Kakashi. To much imagination was often dangerous.
When Iruka returned to the living area he and Kakashi exited the house; Iruka acting like all that had never happened, and Kakashi was glad for it. Kakashi picked up on an earlier conversation about Naruto. It was easy to distract the man with conversation. Usually Iruka was one to listen, not to talk, but Kakashi would mention something, and spark a memory from the depths of Iruka's mind. Things he had previously forgotten, or would have never brought up, say for the little spark of memory on Kakashi's part.
Kakashi realized he truly did enjoy listening to Iruka. A story about something one of his students did, something Iruka did as a child, the ridiculous reports handed in to him, something he saw one day and blew his mind. It seemed as if Iruka was an endless well of stories, and for once, Kakashi could listen, but also actively participate, occasionally chiming in with a similar experience or memory.
"Before I could even see what was going on the Hokoge had the kid scrubbing the marks off the desk. I'm not even sure he had to speak. It was mind boggling!" Iruka was so loud and excited when he told stories. The usually calm man got louder as he told the story, his excitement getting the better of him.
Kakashi laughed genuinely before he stopped, his hand shooting out to grab Iruka's arm, stopping him from walking away. "We're here."
Iruka looked up at the sign to the store, it read Paper and Quill. "A book store?" Iruka questioned as Kakashi opened the door and motioned Iruka in first. It was a small store, mostly filled with used books, and Iruka smiled softly as he realized Kakashi was very observant. Iruka usually only bought used books, as long as the condition was fairly decent, a used book was much cheaper.
"You should see the upstairs." Kakashi spoke, in Iruka's opinion, a little to close to his ear. The hot gust making Iruka stiffen before Kakashi pulled eagerly on his sleeve, drawing him up the staircase in the back.
The upstairs was by far the best thing Iruka had ever seen in his book buying days. The entire floor was dedicated to romance. Straight love, boy love, girl love, erotica, normal romance … it was so wonderful.
Kakashi watched from a stool as Iruka rummaged around the shelves, oohing and awing at different series, telling Kakashi how this book made him so angry he couldn't finish it, and that one made him cry manly tears of sadness. By the time Iruka had looked threw his share, he had a large stack amounting to around 25 books.
"Kami… I'll have reading Material for…. Weeks!" Iruka spoke excitedly as he and Kakashi carried the books down the stairs to the check out counter. "I don't know how I've never seen this place. Thank you so much Kakashi-san!"
"It's my pleasure I assure you Iruka-sensei."
As much as Iruka protested, Kakashi would not allow him to pay for his books. Iruka pouted, got angry, everything short of a temper tantrum. Kakashi ended up creating a clone, which proceeded to help him out of the store, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulder, literally kicking and screaming. Iruka pouted the entire way back to his house, Kakashi helping to carry half the pile of books, watching Iruka intently as his pout faltered, then came back in full force. "Don't be angry at me Iruka-sensei. I was just being nice …"
"Yes I know." Kakashi could see the contemplative look on the teachers face. He loved that Iruka could be so easy to read, all his emotions clearly showed on his face, yet if he wanted to, he could just as easily hide those feelings. "Would you like to stay at my place … For a drink, Kakashi-san?" He said it cutely, not looking at the other, clearly avoiding his gaze.
How could Kakashi deny that request? "I'd love to Iruka-sensei." He could see the smaller man smile as they continued walking, a non-awkward silence coming over them as they walked closely.
"Just set the books down by the side of the couch, I'll sort them tomorrow." Iruka spoke, taking his own books up the stairs. Kakashi did as he was instructed, taking a seat on the comfy couch. When Iruka returned he smiled at Kakashi and ushered him to the kitchen.
"What did you mean by 'sort them out' Iruka-kun?" Kakashi asked, pulling out a chair and taking a seat at the table. A cupboard door slammed shut, and Iruka glared at Kakashi.
"What is it with you and calling me such names!" he seemed quite angry.
"It's like a nick-name Iruka-sensei. It means I like you enough to tease you." Iruka was pretty sure that if he could see the mans face, he would be smirking.
"Well…" He turned, looking threw a cabinet. "At least don't call me by that name in public." Iruka turned around with 2 glasses and a bottle of sake.
"I did ask you over for a drink Kakashi-san." Kakashi was almost surprised when he looked up to a devious smirk on his dear Iruka-kun's face.
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