Drunk

The bar is unusually smoky and crowded tonight. Even more so than it is on holidays. Not because of the number of occupants, no, the place has most definitely seated more people, but by the sheer bulk that ninty percent of it's current customers carry.

It is a celebration of some sort. Iruka can guess that much from the amazing quantity of food and alcohol that is being swallowed faster than it can be served. The Akimichis always had very large parties in public places. The brunette doesn't mind the noise or the warmth caused by too many bodies too close together but he kept getting bumped and he is concerned however that he might fall off the rickety stool and end up on the floor beneath a pile of rather large men and women.

"Kanpai!" too many people say at once. The cheer is followed by a brief silence and then renewed laughter and shouting.

Iruka finishes his beer and waves the poor overworked bartender down for another. While it was being drafted he asks, "What's the occasion?"

"Akimichi heir just turned adult." He says as he sets the mug in front of the Chunin with a thunk.

"Ah." Iruka's brains, which are already muddled by his third beer and further distracted by the noise and movement of the room, can't recall just who the clan's next head would be.

He’s gone half way through his drink when the need to take a piss seizes him. Carefully passing through a cluster of plus-sized women, he slips into the too small, never quite clean men's room.

The Academy teacher is shaking himself dry when he realizes, rather belatedly, that he is being watched. Turning (his foggy mind neglecting to remind him about stowing his gear) he sees that its one of the many Akimichi's. He's kind of handsome is the only thought that makes sense and then he doesn't remember exactly what happens next, only that very suddenly he's pressed up against the tile and the handsome Akimichi is on his knees and doing something absolutely amazing with his tongue.

"Hey! Cut it out!" he tries to move away from the sudden onslaught but he's stuck between a wall and a man built like one. All that Iruka can do is tangle his fingers in long light brown hair, his nails which look manicured because of the chalk that collects beneath them, dig into the other's scalp. Iruka feels the lips around him tighten and instinctively he knows that his attacker is smiling even as he applies more suction to the rapidly stiffening member.

Iruka almost protests when the hot wet mouth is withdrawn but a large strong hand replaces it, jerking him in earnest and he relents and releases his grip upon the man's hair.

Firm hot lips are pressed against his and an eager, delightfully diligent tongue slips into him. He finds himself returning the kiss and bucking into the pleasuring hand. Briefly, he remembers why he'd come to the bar that night, why he'd been so intent upon drowning himself in ethanol, but he pushes thoughts of Kakashi out of his mind just as easily as he pushes his tongue into the other man's mouth.

The Chunin's eyes, which had been half closed in pleasure, fly wide open when he feels his buttocks being parted and a thick finger pressing into him, slowly but steadily. He cries out because on blind luck the first place the fingertip brushes is his prostate, but the sound is stifled by that skilled tongue and those warm lips.

Once more, things become blurry and he's sitting on the sink brim with his pants gone and his legs somehow wrapped around the large man's waist. There must have been some kind of lubrication because, despite the surprising girth that the Akimichi sports, penetration is smooth and nothing but pleasurable.

The teacher repeatedly bangs his head against the spot on the wall that had once been occupied by a mirror which had never been replaced after it's ruin, as he is pounded hard and fast.

"Oh! It feels so good! So damn good!" Iruka groans and he's not sure, but he thinks that the man is nodding in agreement.

"Come for me, Iruka-sensei." They are the first words that his partner in crime has uttered and they send shudders of need through him. The voice is melodic, deep and it bids one to recall the sound of full gut laughter. It's so familiar and yet Iruka can not place it. Maybe because of the alcohol or maybe it's just that all the Akimichi's sound alike.

"Yes. Yes!" Iruka throws his head back as he climaxes, seeing stars as his skull makes a hollow thud against the wall and he spills over the Akimichi's wrist. He feels the final, deep, heavy thrusts and the spasm that signals that the other has reached his destination as well.

Things stop making sense yet again and Iruka finds himself fully dressed once more, although there is a splotch on his thigh and another on the opposite calf. He finally manages to focus his wide brown eyes upon the person he'd just had drunken men's room sex with. The young man smiles as he sees the recognition in Iruka's eyes.

"...shit! Chouji?"