The Dance

Iruka knew he was twenty shades of red, but with Kakashi sitting so close to him it was hard not to be a little uncomfortable. Add to that the man's promise to protect him and all of the talk about him and Genma he'd be surprised if he stopped blushing anytime this century.

'Genma and Kakashi?' Oddly, that seemed to fit. Kakashi off-standish and a pervert, and Genma was, well, a pervert and willing to screw just about anyone. No, wait, correction, he was willing to screw anyone. Iruka had heard more than a few stories.

He took the drink that was handed to him. Did Kakashi have to sit so close? It's not that he exactly minded, but Kurenai was shooting him looks along the lines of 'Oh!' and smirking. It was making him nervous.

Unconsciously, the brown-haired man downed the drink. It burned his throat and he coughed. Another was shoved into his hands while he was still hacking.

"Now, now don't go getting drunk just yet, we haven't even started," Tsunade said teasingly. "If you lose a hand, you take a shot. If you win, you can decide who has to take a shot even if they've already taken one. If you fold, you're safe unless the person who wins says you have to."

"Uh... would it be okay if I had Kakashi explain it to me? I haven't ever played."

"Sure, but only for the first hand. After that, you're on your own, kiddo," Asuma said, smirking like he'd already won.

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Several hours later, Iruka smiled sweetly up at him while sliding the rest of the man's money to his side of the table. "What was it you said, Asuma-san? Beginners luck?"

The man blinked at him, obviously unable to focus with all the alcohol in his system. "He... he... Ka...shi... mussa helped you..." He finally managed before he fell over.

"Kurenai, you should probably take lover boy home," Tsunade said before up ending the bottle of sake. "Hey... who drank all my sake?" She stared down the neck of the bottle, confused.

"You did." Shizune took the bottle and set it down on the tray.

"I did?"

"Time to go home, Tsunade-sama." Shizune helped the Godaime to her feet.

Iruka watched them stumble out. "It's really late. We should go, too." He moved to stand up and promptly fell backwards onto Kakashi. "My legs must have fallen asleep."

"Hmm... or you let him win too many in the early rounds." Kakashi steadied him when he move[d] to stand again. "I'll walk you home, Iruka-sensei. I would hate for you to fall over somewhere and have somebody like Anko or Shizune decide you're fair game."

The other man stood, and they made their way through the still packed and very loud gym turned dance hall.

"I can make it home by myself, really, Kakashi-sensei," he assured the silver-haired nin, who promptly released him and then raised an eyebrow at him when he fell on his ass.

"Maa... Iruka-sensei, I don't think so. Even if your legs /are/ just asleep, I think it would be best if I walked you home."

Iruka sighed and accepted the hand Kakashi offered him.

"I can't believe you hustled them. What kind of example are you setting for the kids?" Kakashi teased as they ambled down the road.

"Not to be fooled by first impressions."

Kakashi laughed hard enough he had to stop for a moment. "You mean you're not the innocent school teacher you appear to be?"

"I'm not innocent. I'm a shinobi," the chunin said, frowning at him.

"I know, I know. I was just teasing you."

The conversation continued as they ambled towards Iruka's apartment. It turned from the poker game to the exams and then students and even Naruto. Iruka was surprised when they reached his door, and he found he was actually disappointed. His legs felt fine, but, all the same, he was hesitant to see Kakashi leave.

"Ah well, I suppose..." Kakashi looked down the street. "You'll be fine from here."

"Um, Kakashi-sensei, would you like some tea?"

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Iruka closed the door behind him, and turned around only to have Kakashi catch his mouth with his own. The other man's arms slid around his waist as the silver-haired nin shoved him up against the door. Iruka's eyes closed as Kakashi's tongue caressed his lips, asking, no demanding[,] entrance. He complied despite a vague thought that was forming, telling him it was a bad idea.

It was telling him to push Kakashi away, that Kakashi-'sensei' was a friend and this was dangerous, and he was going to but then he was distracted by the things Kakashi was doing with his tongue.

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Kakashi waited for the door to close before he shoved Iruka up against it and started kissing him senseless. He felt him hesitate and decided there was no way he was giving Iruka the chance to back out. Iruka would have to really mean it, and Kakashi was going to do everything he could to keep him from thinking long enough to get to that point. He started running his tongue over the now sensitive lips while he slid his hands over the chunin's chest to his waist.

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'We shouldn't...' Oh Kami was it hard to think like this. 'Shouldn't do this.' Iruka didn't do one night stands with friends, but oh kami that thing Kakashi... No, /Kakashi-'sensei',/ he reminded himself... was doing with his hands. The way he was massaging tiny circles into the small of Iruka's back, had the slightly intoxicated part of his brain protesting the idea.

"Don't stop..." He'd meant to tell him something different. But, when he'd felt the way Kakashi's teeth were dragging down his neck, he'd forgotten what it was exactly. And, when he finally remembered, Kakashi was lapping at the abused skin, and he couldn't recall why he'd wanted him to stop. 'Oh Kami that feels good.' It wasn't until he heard the other chuckling, sending shivers up his spine, that he realized he'd voiced the thought.

He moaned as the silver-haired nin's hand slid from his back to cup ass, pulling him against the jounin. He slid his hands from Kakashi's shoulders to the silver hair, pulling the man's hitai-ate off and dropping it beside them.

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Kakashi shivered as Iruka combed his fingers though his hair. He ground their hips together, relishing the moans it elicited. Knowing Iruka was just as turned on as he was only drove him crazier. It sent tiny little curls of warmth to the pit of his stomach to know the other wanted him.

He slid his hands up again and pulled on the edge of the shirt, still lapping and sucking at the tan skin of the other's neck and stopping only long enough to yank the shirt over Iruka's head.

'Mine,' he thought as he lapped at the mark slowly forming on the tan skin.

He felt Iruka's fingers tugging at his own shirt, and he had to bite back a laugh when the other growled, frustrated by not being able to tug it free. Kakashi would help, really, but the chunin was just so cute when he was annoyed.

Deciding this was the perfect time to tease the chunin, Kakashi caught the other's lips and snickered to himself when the hands went limp. He broke the kiss and began nibbling on the swollen lips.

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Iruka moaned, his eyes sliding shut. Nobody should be able to kiss like that, it was torture. On the other hand, maybe they should teach it to the ANBU. People would be giving up secrets in no time.

The thought somehow managed to draw his attention back to what he'd been doing, and he growled before shoving Kakashi backwards slowly until the jounin's back was against the wall next to his door. Then he began tugging at the shirt.

Honestly, such a simple piece of clothing should not be so difficult to remove. He decided he was probably a bit more intoxicated than he'd realized, and then cursed before untying Kakashi's hakama. Swatting the other's hands when he tried to help.

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Kakashi chuckled softly, watching the way the scar on Iruka's nose bunched up when he was staring fixedly at his hands. He was glad he'd kicked his shoes off already, as he used his toes to tug the bindings loose while Iruka fumbled with the tie.

Finally, the pants fell away and the chunin got a victorious look on his face before yanking the shirt roughly over Kakashi's head. He couldn't resist, he pulled Iruka close and kissed him again. He loved this pushy, needy, down right demanding side of Iruka. Hands slid around his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

"Room. Now." The chunin practically growled the command as he slid the door open and pulled Kakashi through it. Iruka fell backwards onto the bed, dragging Kakashi with him. Kakashi caught himself on his elbows so his full weight wouldn't land.

Immediately, Iruka began squirming beneath him, and Kakashi realized he was trying to get his own pants off. This time he didn't protest when Kakashi moved to his side to help divest him of the wretched things.

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Iruka wriggled out of the pants, with Kakashi's help, before using his foot to shove them off the bed. He was still cursing the person who invented the stupid strappy things, when Kakashi ran a hand slowly down his form, causing him to shiver and his attention back to the present.

The jounin trailed his fingers down Iruka's hip. He moaned and arched into the touch, but Kakashi merely pulled his hand away and trailed it down the other side. Iruka reached out to grab the hand tormenting him, only to have it firmly grabbed and snaked above his head.

"So eager..." The silver-haired man drawled beside his ear before nibbling it. Slowly, he began kissing his way down Iruka's chest. Iruka growled and reached with his other hand only to have that one snatched as Kakashi straddled his hips. He glowered at the jounin when the second hand joined the first.

"You fucking tease!" He squirmed, trying both to free his hands get more of his skin touching Kakashi.

"I resent that remark. By the pure and simple definition of the word tease, I would have to tantalize. Especially by arousing desire or curiosity, often without intending to satisfy. And, I have /every/ intention of satisfying you."

"Bastard, you know what I meant."

"I'm not that either, my dear Iruka. I come from a very upstanding family." The /bastard/ had the audacity to wink at him.

"It also means disagreeable, which you insist on being."

Kakashi raised an eyebrow. "I forgot I was dealing with a teacher. I hope you don't use that kind of language with your students," he said as he trailed his free hand down Iruka's side and then over his stomach, briefly brushing erections.

Iruka couldn't help it, he whimpered.

"Do you like that?" The hand grazed the heated flesh again and Iruka shuddered.

"Please..." It was too much torture, he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Not to destroy the mood, but since you saw fit to divest me of my clothes, where do you keep your lube?" Kakashi asked as he released Iruka's wrist and shifted his weight.

Iruka could feel his face heat up before he twisted and reached into the bedside table. He shoved the bottle at the silver-haired nin, slightly mortified.

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Kakashi poured some on his fingers before sliding his hand down to grip both of their cocks, sliding his hands over them until they were thoroughly coated. He watched as the chunin threw his head back and moaned, arching his hips into the touch.

Chuckling softly, he snaked a leg between Iruka's, spreading them slightly, and slid his hand down to tease Iruka's balls, eliciting a sharp intake of breath followed by another moan. He slid his finger over Iruka's entrance, gently. He watched the chunin grip the sheets as he tried to push himself down onto the teasing finger.

Kakashi removed his hand and poured more of the lube on his fingers before sliding his hand down to tease the puckered flesh some more. The way Iruka squirmed and whimpered had to be one of the sexiest things he'd ever seen. Slowly, he slid a finger in, careful not to accidentally scratch the tender flesh. Iruka moaned as he fully buried the first digit and began sliding it around to coat the chunin's inside with the liquid.

"More... not enough. Please..."

He slid a second finger in and paused, a smirk spreading across his face as he studied the tan figure. Iruka moaned before slowly opening his eyes. "Are you sure?" Kakashi asked, the tone serious in contrast to his gleeful expression. Iruka was his and he knew it, but damn it he was going to make him say it.

"Yes," Iruka whimpered.

It wasn't until the word was spoken that he realized how much he'd wanted to hear him say it, how much he needed to. Kakashi scissored his fingers and watched as the chunin arched his back and moaned.

"I don't know... you don't look too sure about it," he teased.

Iruka snaked a hand around Kakashi's neck and pulled him close, crushing their mouths together in a heated kiss. "Kakashi Hatake, if you don't fuck me right now, I will beat the living daylights out of you," Iruka growled as he broke the kiss.

Kakashi slid in a third finger, causing his lover to throw his head back and scream his name from the pleasure. He wiggled them and smirked when he got a similar reaction.

"Oh Fuck! Kakashi, you prick, would you please just fuck me already?" Iruka half growled, half begged.

The jounin grinned but continued to stretch his lover despite further growling protests. He wouldn't hurt Iruka, not even if the chunin demanded it. He'd woken up more than once too sore to move because he'd rushed things.

After what seemed like forever, he slid his fingers out, coaxing a whimper out of the younger man before moving and positioning himself at Iruka's entrance. The chunin opened his mouth, probably to make another demand, but Kakashi captured his lips before the words could escape and thrust into the tight heat, moaning as Iruka enveloped him.

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Kami it felt so good. Iruka thought he'd come the moment Kakashi entered him. No wonder people lusted after the man. He arched his hips and looped one leg around Kakashi's waist. When the kiss broke, he could do little more than pant and moan.

When the jounin grabbed his hips and sat back, he had to steady himself with his hands to keep Kakashi from sliding out him. After a moment he managed to steady himself enough to use one hand to grip his own hard on[,] pulling at the heated flesh practically in time with the thrusts.

"Oh Kami, you look sexy doing that," Kakashi purred.

Iruka knew he should have been embarrassed, but he was just so close that the words barely registered.

"Come for me," the jounin said as he began tracing circles over his hip bones again. He honestly couldn't remember ever being so sensitive there.

Kakashi thrust into him, hitting his prostrate over and over, sending shivers up Iruka's spine. He wondered how anyone could have such perfect aim. Maybe all that teasing was worth it, if it meant the man fucking him knew exactly how to move to drive him crazy.

It was on one of those perfectly aimed thrusts that he came, shuddering his release, arching his back, and screaming Kakashi's name. With his eyes squeezed shut, he missed the satisfied look on the jounin's face, as he thrust in a few more times before finding his own release and all but collapsing on Iruka.

"You're heavy," he managed sleepily after a few moments. Kakashi chuckled but slid himself to the side an arm and leg still draped possessively across the tan body. Exhausted, he didn't fight the sleep that stole over him.