Closet Nookie

A/N: This is my first IruKaka fic, and the second chapter has a lemon. It's yaoi and I don't own the
characters. Duh.

Chapter One

Iruka kicked his chair back and lifted his feet on the table. Feeling his body go slack, he covered his
eyes, sliding his hand down to his neck. Thank God for lunch breaks. His mind had been wandering
all noon, and he had switched to theory instead, making the students write some strange, whipped-
up paper on ninja ethics. He knew what was wrong, but he hadn't counted on it happening during
class.

It was that damn night. Kakashi and his… techniques.

Iruka rubbed his warm neck absent-mindedly, eyes closed. Not many of his memories had stayed in
his mind quite this graphic. He stretched his hands all the way back, shivers running down his
spine. It was like everytime he closed his eyes, some scenario from that night filled his mind. Iruka
rolled his shoulders idly, listening to any cracks of bones. No. He was undamaged.

Glancing to the door, a slow, deep sigh erupted from his chest. So many long hours before the day
would be over and he'd go home and see Kakashi again… and touch his skin. Feel his lips. His
hands.

Shifting in his seat tensely, he brought his hands to the ribbon holding his hair up. He wanted to
open it, like that night, feel his scalp being massaged again. Nobody would come in for a long
while. His lunch was waiting for him, but he didn't feel like eating. He just wanted to go home
already and releave some tension…

He tugged and the hair fell down, a curtain over his eyes. He threw the ribbon on the table and his
fingers slid into the warm, soft locks, pulling them back. Felt so good, running his fingertips
through his hair. Something that most people wouldn't find erotic at all, was extremely pleasant for
the chuunin who always kept his hair up.

He slid down in his chair a bit, going slack like over-cooked ramen. His left arm over the back of
the chair, his head tilted back, a low groan of pleasure escaped his throat. His fingers massaged the
back of his head, slid to the neck and up front on his revealed throat. God, he couldn't wait to get
home. Just thinking about that night made him hard…

He stroked his collarbones, hand sliding underneath the fabric. Taking deep breaths, he tried to
relaxe and think of something else than Kakashi, naked in front of him, dripping wet after the bath.
Iruka bit his lower lip, his index finger rubbing his adam's apple. Small rivers of water rolling down
the abs, dissappearing in the hipbone lines…

"What are you thinking about?"

Iruka spazmed and his eyes shot open, seeing the ceiling of the classroom. He was back to reality in
a heartbeat.

"You scared me," were the first words out of his mouth to give him some time to compose himself,
and he noticed with annoyance his voice was a bit hoarse. The white-haired man's head appeared
above his from behind, the eye twinkling.

"I'm sorry. What were you thinking about?" he asked again. Iruka's eyes dropped on the table
surface, his cheeks warming up. He knew Kakashi knew he was in the mood. The jounin read his
body too well. Which usually didn't give Iruka anything to complain about…

He wetted his lips and swalloved.

"Nothing important," he said, straightening up in his chair.

"Ah," Kakashi's voice sounded a tad amused. He took a step and was now directly behind the chair.

"How long till the next class begins?" he asked. A hint of a smirk ghosted the brown-haired man's
lips, and he leaned his head back, giving his partner a lidded look.

"Long enough," he said lowly. Kakashi's grin stretched the fabric on his face a bit. Well, this was a
lot easier than he had thought. He felt a hand slide in his silver hair gently, as Iruka pulled him
down, another hand tugging the scarf out of the way. Kakashi's eyes slid shut as Iruka's lips pressed
against his softly, upside down. They had never kissed in this position. Iruka's tongue touched
Kakashi's bottom lip, sending a shiver down the jounin's spine.

Slowly, the sitting man deepened the kiss, his mouth open on Kakashi's. The sharin-gan couldn't
resist the wet heat and parted his lips. His stomach knotted when the tongue didn't delve in like he
expected, and he had to still his knees from shaking. Iruka moved to kiss and nibble the full lower
lip, forcing Kakashi to squeeze his thighs for balance. He felt his mind fogging and all he sensed
was the tongue flicking over his lower teeth, plunging in between them and the bottom lip.

Kakashi exhaled quickly and deepened the kiss. His tongue pushed down beneath Iruka's, sliding
against it sensually. The brown-haired teacher inhaled hard and his grip tightened around the white
locks. Kakashi suckled the younger man's lips, nipping and biting gently, drawing his teeth over the
bottom lip. Their tongues delving around each other's mouths slowly, Iruka broke the contact, the
air hitting their flushed lips, and gave Kakashi's chin a long, slow lick.

The jounin shuddered inside.

He grabbed the back of the chair desperately for support. He was not going to show Iruka how this
was effecting him. Iruka suckled and licked Kakashi's flush bottom lip and chin, his fingers
massaging the white, spiky hair gently. Kakashi's hazy eyes slid open, seeing the other man's bare,
tanned throat, arched back. Collarbones dissapearing beneath fabric…

Kakashi's hands pressed on Iruka's neck, sliding down the vulnerable throat, down to the bones.
His fingers drew over the hard lines beneath soft texture, enjoying the warmth. He wished he had
removed his fingerless gloves earlier…

He stroked the skin he knew was so sensitive, his hands sliding up and down Iruka's throat and
under the chest. He felt his partner's breath hitch and saw the thighs parting slightly. He was getting
just as exited… Kakashi felt a sudden bite on his bottom lip and looked into Iruka's lidded eyes.
The chuunin was flushed and panting softly. He pushed Kakashi's head up and got out of his chair,
the sharin-gan's gaze rolling down the firm, tight ass as Iruka straightened his pants.

The brown-haired man grabbed his ribbon from the table and walked to the door, gathering his hair
up. Kakashi was confused. Part of him hoped Iruka would lock the door, but it didn't make sense
because he was tying his hair up again. Surely they couldn't just stop now, after all this foreplay?
Kakashi shifted his weight, watching as the younger man turned to him and leaned against the
frame of the closed door. His brow rose, a teasing smile on his face as he crossed his arms.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" he asked.

"Where do you think you're going?" Kakashi asked.

"We're going to the cleaning closet. I want to show you something," Iruka said lowly, casting his
partner a sly look as he turned to open the door. A jolt went up Kakashi's spine as he hurried to the
teacher. This sounded so kinky he couldn't wait. The door slightly cracked open, Iruka's lidded
gaze paused on the taller man's eyes, and he smiled deviously. Taking a step closer, his hand
pressed on Kakashi's chest, rubbing up and down sensually. His lips came closer to Kakashi's.

"Kakashi…" he murmured, and it was all the white-haired ninja could do not to tackle him and fuck
his brains out right there and then. Lips brushed together lightly.

"Yes?" he murmured, his groing already throbbing painfully. Iruka pressed his gaze, wetting his
flushed lips, and stroked his way down Kakashi's tense chest and stomach. Then the hand came up
quickly and two fingers pressed against Kakashi's chest.

"Your mask," he said with a normal, loud voice, turned around and walked out the door. Kakashi
stared in disbelief at the door slowly sliding shut in front of his eyes. His hand reached up
subconsciously, touching his chin. That was when realisation hit him and he flushed with
annoyance and embarrasment, and yanked his mask up. He pushed the door open and strut in the
hallway, glancing around. He saw Iruka's back dissappear behind a corner, and his head lowered
slightly.

"You're going to pay for that, chuunin."

To be continued.