Title: Teacher's Pet (Awful, I know - I can never think of a decent title...)
Format: This will be another short series - probably just a couple of chapters.
Pairings: IrukaxKakashi/KakashixIruka
Rating: M
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own or claim any right to the Naruto series... Oh, but if I did!
Warnings: Rated for some swearing and sexual content - please do not read if you find this sort of thing to be offensive, especially with an all-male cast.
A/N: This one's just a nice, simple fan service, so nothing too complex. Thanks to all who have reviewed my work so far - I really appreciate all comments, criticisms and compliments - and I hope I'm improving for you :) I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I am enjoying writing it.
"Maa – er – OK you can all clear off for today."
"WHAAAAT?"
"Er, that's right – I mean I'll see you kiddies tomorrow, for some more learning," Iruka smiled, sheepishly, a light pink tinting the outer edges of his scar.
"Are you alright today, sensei?"
"Aah, yes! Never better-er, er, ermmmm, randomchildnumberfive – have a good eveniiiing!" he called out after the pupils he had begun forcibly ushering out of the darkening classroom.
Turning his focus to the empty room, Iruka closed the door with his back, letting out a long, deep sigh. He idled over to the desk at the front, muttering his appraisal of the afternoon.
"Fuck! It had to be raining! A little kunai target practise would have seen me through the last hours of the school day, but oh no, it had to rain! Thank god that shrimp at the back let slip that it's ninja focus week! If they'd picked anyone but sensei…"
Iruka slumped himself into the chair and let his eyes slide over the books and homework sheets stacked neatly on the desk. After a deep breath, his eyes glinted and the corners of his mouth betrayed a smile, as one vest was consigned to the back of the chair. The chuunin stretched a stressful day from his limbs, with one hand thrust into his dark hair, just beneath its tie, and the other hand smoothing the front of a toned body down, pausing to slip under that soft, dark top and across smooth, cool skin as he took in the scent.
A violent squawk from a nearby tree broke Iruka's exquisite reverie.
"Mmm mmm. Yup, it's a teacher's life for me," Iruka pattered, loudly, moving round the desk, "look at me, doing… teachery things…" he waggled his bottom as he bent to get a grip on a pile of books. "You there – 100 lines; you boy – sit up straight; you in the front – stop twittering," Iruka conducted the invisible class as he headed to the cupboard at the back.
The light had almost left Konoha for another day, leaving the empty seats cold and hollow as the faintest traces of moonlight began to strengthen against the fading glow of the evening. Iruka's adjusted eye had no trouble in steering him true. His breath was hot in the dark, against the freshness of the cupboard, as he unlocked it and stepped in. Still clutching the books against him with one arm, his free hand fumbled for a space one of the shelves in front of him. Having found a space directly ahead, he dropped the books abruptly, as the comfortable weight of a warm body pressed him against the shelves, the hot tingle of moist breath on his neck thrummed in the cold echo of the clack! which closed him in tighter. He was locked in. More importantly than that, they were locked in.
End of Chapter one! Anyone see where this is going yet (or got the twist)...?