For What It's Worth

Iruka wasn't certain when he'd lost his shirt. He was also not aware when he'd been put up on the desk with his sandals somewhere and a pair of short shorts – he had the fleeting suspicion they were Anko's – but as it was, the former prankster was enjoying it. Sure, the copious amounts of sake and other varied alcoholic beverages had turned the generally sweet and innocent teacher into something completely different. His hair, however, was still up in that ponytail and only a few strands of hair had fallen to frame his face.

It was safe to say that the chuunin was absolutely plastered. Especially when a rather heavy weight shot at him, ending up with him sprawled on the floor, completely dazed as he looked up at the figure, almost puzzled to see Genma's face hovering above him and before he could voice his opinion, he had a pair of demanding lips on his. He was about to as where his senbon was, but at that moment that quite devilishly talented tongue was busy making him lose his mind. That might have also been the alcohol talking but before his drunken brain could decipher just what to do, the weight was pulled off of him and with dazed eyes he realised a rather pissed off looking Raidou was shoving his drunk lover into what Iruka thought was the bathroom.

The chuunin was left there, dazed, breathless and most of all aroused to the point of it being almost painful. As it was, there soon was a set of strong arms pulling him up and tugging on a shirt over his head, covering up the smooth brown skin. Leaning against the slightly taller form, Iruka looked up and seemed almost confused when he simply saw a clothed jaw and a lazy smile – at least so he thought, considering he could only see the outline of his lips.

"I believe it's time to go home, sensei," came the very amused voice and after a while Iruka realised that it was Kakashi. Oh, he'd been there the whole time, hadn't he? Iruka couldn't help the deep blush that covered his cheeks as his eyes lowered, teeth finding purchase on his lower lip. If anything, he was practically mortified now. He'd lost some serious face but before he could think, those strong hands had taken a hold of his hips and in a puff of smoke, they were gone. Or well, gone to Iruka's apartment that was. The chuunin gasped as his world settled down into one yet again and quite frankly, he was thoroughly confused as he looked up at the jounin holding him against a wall. Licking his lips he moved quicker then he would have thought was possible in his inebriated state as he pulled down that offending mask and pulled the silver-haired man into an aggressive kiss.

Heat spread through his blood like wild-fire as the Copy Ninja returned the kiss and pressed him harder against the wall, slender fingers pulling his hair loose without pulling out one strand of hair. Neither of them seemed to notice the way their teeth clicked together, or the way Kakashi's lower lip was bleeding slightly from a slight nick caused by Iruka's tooth. It was quite evident that neither was thinking as they desperately touched, groped and teased each other's body but as tan fingers found the edge of the jounin's shirt, the kiss softened and slowly broke, leaving Iruka panting and paralyzed on the spot. His cheeks were flushed with arousal, his scar standing out brightly as he tried to decipher what was going on and as he raised his eyes to look up at Kakashi he only met one, grey eye and was stuck staring for a while. Parting his lips, the teacher was about to say something only to be cut off by a slender finger pressing against his soft lips.

"I think it's time for you to head to bed, sensei," the Copy-nin said lazily, gently pushing himself away from the eager chuunin who voiced his annoyance with a little whine, seeming to be completely confused. Hands changed from being lustful to one's that guided the slight resisting chuunin into his bedroom and without further ado, he stripped the brunette of his shirt and tucked him into bed. Had Iruka not been already quite out of it he would have wondered how on earth the man had learned to put someone to bed so efficiently.

But there was a cocoon of warmth around him, provided by the comforter that was wrapped around him and the soft brush of lips of her forehead that provided to send the teacher to dream land. Of course, the mild genjutsu certainly helped Kakashi's case. For a long while, a tall shadow lingered by the sleeping man, simply guarding and watching him before his eyes snapped outside to see a hound waiting with a scroll. A deep sigh left the grey-haired man and he left through the window, though he had taken care to reinstate every single carefully placed trap.

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A deep, pained groan came from the depths of the warm cocoon, where a quite magnificently hung over schoolteacher was trying to get his bearings together. He should have known better than to drink that much but then again, there were so many factors and the mission had been a mess and then there was Ka- wait, what? Wracking his aching brain, the chuunin decided it was much too early and he was far too hungover to even think about what he'd done the previous night, kicking off the covers, he flinched as he felt some sort of constricting material serving as his boxers. With another groan he pushed himself up, practically whimpering as his head pounded, only to curse as he saw the sorry excuse of trousers he was dressed in. Oh, now he knew he'd danced on a table and the way his back was hurting, he hadn't come down from it with much grace at all. Grumbling as he stood up and shimmied out of the shorts, he ignored all of the mirrors as he made it into his bathroom and quickly took two pain killers from the medicine cabinet, chugging two down without any water.

Leaning against the sink for a few moments, he finally braved himself enough to lift his head enough for him to look into the mirror. Soft brown eyes widened as he saw his kiss swollen lips – he refused to believe that they were actually bruised – and he let out yet another long string of curses. He should have been happy he hadn't woken in some other ninja's bed, then. Instead of congratulating himself of this astounding victory, he simply turned on the shower and stepped in before the water had even gotten the chance of heating up. Damn it, but he hated morning-after's especially when he hadn't the slightest idea what had happened and why his lips were tingling with phantom touches. Another deep growl left him as he finally stepped into the spray of water and he drowned out the noise of his thoughts underneath the pounding water current.

After half an hour of simply letting the water pound away at his sore muscles, he realised his headache was gone and he seemed a bit disoriented as he sluggishly washed himself, grumbling as he sorted the messy tangle that was his hair, before stepping out and drying himself off in a fluffy towel. He was slowly starting to feel more human and in fact, he realised that things were somewhat brighter. Which was why he headed for the kitchen, turned on coffee maker only to freeze. The events of the night hit him like a freight train and his eyes barely had time to widen before the school teacher fell ungraciously onto the floor.

"Oh.. fuck," he stated in a deceptively calm voice. The memory of those lips, those hands and gods the memory of how it felt like to be pressed up against none other than the infamous Copy Ninja.. A shiver raced down his back and he had to bite back a moan. Hands came to tangle in his free hair and he tugged at it, the pain serving to clear his head.

He knew he shouldn't have come but as someone knocked on his door, he sprang into action. After all, he was in only a towel and putting his chakra to good use, he was pressed in a pair of sweat
pants and a tank top in no time. Walking over to the door as if he hadn't just made a mad dash, he readied himself to yell at whoever it was for disturbing his peaceful, quiet morning. Of course, the fact that opening the door momentarily blinded him because of the bright sun didn't help things. Blinking owlishly – he didn't admit to flinching – the chuunin simply cleared his vision only to do an almost visible double take.

"Yo."

He would have much preferred Tsunade.