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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
89
Views:
2,704
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own Naruto and I didn't make money writing this.
Drink (ver 1)
Title: Drink
Pairing: KakaIru
Summary: Sequel to Relaxation (link in A/N)
Disclaimer: Kishimoto-sama still owns naruto now if only his publishers would let him draw NC-17 he could feed us fangirls... we know he would.
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Iruka groaned and continued to bang his head on the top of his desk. "I can't believe I did that..."
"Did what?" Anko asked, grinning from the doorway.
"Nothing." He immediately regretted even answering as she strolled in and leaned across his desk.
"That's not what I hear..." she said reaching out to tug at a strand of hair that had gotten free of his ponytail. "What I heard was that my cute little Iruka-kun threw a certain pervert out the door. Nice little red mark you have there..." She poked the middle of his forehead with one painted finger, smirking, which only grew when he swatted her hand away.
"Why did you ask then?" Iruka scowled and stood to leave.
"It's TRUE!" He didn't need to see the triumphant gleam to know it was there. "So was it before or after you had your way with him?"
The chunin pinched his nose and shook his head. "I didn't do anything of the sort," he finally growled.
"Then come have a drink with me, and who knows maybe we can get you laid."
Iruka scowled again and headed for the door. "No thanks, Anko-chan I'll pass. The last time I went drinking with you, I ended up in a skirt."
She laughed at the memory then traipsed after him, catching his arm nonchalantly. "Aw don't be that way! I mean it's not my fault that you get /experimental/ when you're drunk."
He didn't bother to pull away, knowing it was pointless and already having half given up on getting out of it. "It was your skirt," Iruka reminded her with a smirk slowly pulling at the corners of his mouth.
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Three hours later Iruka found himself smiling and leaning against the bar as he watched his purple-haired friend dance topless on a table while a complete stranger whispered exceedingly dirty things in his ear. And, although he made no move to push the dark-haired man away, he found himself imagining the voice in his ear belong to a certain silver-haired pervert. His mind supplied the teasing lilt and the words were distorted by the sheer level of noise until they became a promise to help him relax.
Slowly, the memory surfaced and he recalled the next words the man had uttered. Kakashi's biting remark served to sour his mood and Iruka ordered another drink considering whether he should take the stranger up on the offer to find someplace more private. 'Maybe,' he thought, 'after a few more drinks.'