1 Two hours, three and a half bottles of sake, and not even a flash of Kakashi's face later, the two had settled into a contented silence, simply enjoying the other's company. The relaxed atmosphere was possibly due to the copious amounts of alcohol in their system's making things a bit fuzzy and pleasing, but it was still a nice way to spend an otherwise dull evening.

"You really are a good teacher, you know," Iruka said hesitantly, finally breaking the comfortable quiet. Kakashi laughed softly.

"You really aren't going to let that go, are you?" Iruka blushed at this, looking at the ground and wondering if he was even capable of forgetting about the conversation earlier that day.

"How can I make it up to you?" Iruka pressed.

"How can I convince you that there is nothing to be made up for?" Kakashi countered. Iruka gazed into Kakashi's light grey eye, and saw no hint of sarcasm or insincerity. He sighed and leaned back against the couch.

"Why are people so scared of you? You really are a nice, normal guy." Kakashi stared at Iruka's sweetly innocent face for a moment, wondering if there was deeper meaning to those words, then genuinely smiled.

"I know now why people are scared of you. Those students of yours must be perfectly behaved; always petrified with fear." Iruka sighed again, though this time with frustration instead of relief, and rolled his eyes.

"I wish that were true. You know Naruto, though, and this year's students are not much better. Yesterday, I had a student burst into tears during a lecture, and when I thought she was finally consoled, I turned to see that she was merely distracting me so that the other kids could sneak out. Then she kicked me in the shin and ran."

They exchanged horror stories about students of the past and present, though ultimately Iruka won. By now, the sake they had drank and the natural affinity for one another was loosening lips and more personal topics arose.

"Don't you have a girlfriend, Iruka? You seem like the type to have a cute little girl to cook you meals and for you to buy flowers for at every opportunity." Kakashi said nonchalantly. Iruka turned a vivid shade of pink, averting his eyes before replying.

"I haven't really... I mean, I don't know exactly what I want in a partner..." He stuttered helplessly. Kakashi studied the carefully, and a flash of hope went through him.

"This may be easier than I thought..." He murmured. Iruka looked at his new friend, confused.

"Iruka," Kakashi started, "Are you gay?" The younger man glanced up sharply, searching Kakashi's partially exposed face for signs of repulsion or disgust. Unfortunately he found no evidence of any emotion whatsoever, and opted for taking a chance and telling the truth.

"Yeah, I guess I have for my entire life. I never really had any crushes on girls in school or anything. Not that I'm boy-crazy or anything, but-"

No, Iruka wasn't just suddenly shot down by enemy Ninja's blow dart. He wasn't even thinking twice about practically baring his soul's deepest secret to the guy he hadn't said five consecutive words to prior to this afternoon. He wasn't simply tongue-tied. Well, not quite. Iruka was ever so rudely interrupted by the smooth pink muscle of Kakashi's tongue trying to force it's way down his throat, and quit possibly succeeding.

Iruka began to pull back, dumbfounded, when a pair of strong arms curved around his head and long, lean legs straddled his hips. The mouth, so hot on his, didn't stop questing for a second, and Iruka felt himself falling into the kiss, responding with just as much passion he was receiving.

When the need for air consumed them, the two Shinobi parted, delicate strand of saliva still connecting their lips, and rested their foreheads together.

"Wha- wha..." Iruka gasped uselessly.

"I have been wanting that for so long, Iruka. Please..." Hearing that breathless, begging tone lit a fire deep in Iruka's body and he linked his arms around Kakashi's middle, closing the distance between them for another amazing kiss. This time, however, Kakashi's hands did not stay idle. Trembling with joy and anticipation, they explored the tan body, slipping under Iruka's shirt to toy with the small, dark, protrusions, squeezing and rolling them in his pale fingers. Iruka moaned into the mouth on his, then pushed Kakashi away a bit.

"Please, I... I want to see... your face, Kakashi," he forced out, almost choking from the lack of oxygen resulting from their exploits. The mask had been torn away and was pooled like a small scarf at Kakashi's clavicle. The pale man sat still while Iruka inspected his surprisingly soft-looking face, straight nose and pointed chin countered by boyish cheeks. When the teacher was finished, his expression relaxed happily and brown eyes glowed.

"Beautiful," he whispered, kissing the tip of Kakashi's perfect nose.

"I can't even compare, Iruka-chan," Kakashi replied, attacking Iruka's lips and chest once more. He then moved his head, trailing loving kisses down the jaw line, ending at the chocolatey brown neck and sucked loudly.

"Ahh! Ka... Kashi..." Iruka panted. His nimble hands moved quickly, ridding Kakashi of his vest and undoing the bottom half of his Jounin uniform. The white-haired Ninja followed suit, then stood up, holding on to Iruka, and pulled off both their shirts and pants so that they were clothed only in boxers. He paused, looking to Iruka for permission. The shorter Chuunin took the pale hand in his tan one and led the way to what he assumed was Kakashi's bedroom. He found it, stripped his boxers, and made himself comfortable. Kakashi could have drooled, nosebled, and passed out at the sight before his eyes, but he kept his cool. He stared openly at the dark, muscular body, a certain impressive appendage catching his attention, mouth hanging open with no cloth to catch it, and swayed on his feet.

As Iruka lay on the bed, stretched out like a cat and looking quite enticing, it occurred to Kakashi that he had not the slightest idea of how to begin. He deliberated upon how to bring this up inconspicuously, realized that stealth would be too time-consuming in a situation where he did not want to be patient, and said casually, "Yeah you're gonna have to explain to me what to do."

"Don't tell me you're a virgin?" Iruka asked incredulously, a look of astonishment clearly written on his face.

Kakashi gave him a scathing look that would have given cause for a lesser man to seek counseling for treatment of mental anguish.

"No, I'm not. However, for a good portion of my life, I considered myself to be straight, and thus, practiced sexual acts accordingly. Then you came along, and... well, now I am more than willing to try something different. Unless... you don't want to do this..."

No way in hell was Iruka about to pass up this perfect opportunity.

"No! I mean, no, I do want it. I guess I can coach you through it..." He blushed at the thought. Kakashi took advantage of his distraction and crawled onto the bed, hovering just over the tan young man still lost in thought. When Iruka realized that he had been daydreaming, a look of lust glazed over his face (and a little drool at the corner of his lips, but no one has to know about that), he slapped himself mentally. Why was he just imagining all the mind-blowing things Dream Kakashi would do to him when he had Real Kakashi perched on top of him?

Kakashi leaned down to nip at Iruka's exposed neck. His words came in a lusty purr.

"Let's get started, shall we, Sensei?"

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Yeah, that's the end.