Disclaimer:

This story contains delicious yaoi. Mmm. That means boy on boy love. Don't like it? Then I suggest you don't read this story. Also, I don't own any of these characters, unfortunately. No, they belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Also, I have recently gone over the chapters in this story that have already been written, and I've done some serious revising. Yup, it's slightly less crappy. Nothing big has really changed though, so you don't really have to re-read all of this if you don't feel up to it. I recommend re-reading though, because I feel it's significantly less sucky. Thanks everyone!

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Iruka couldn't remember when Kakashi had entered the bar, or when exactly he had decided to occupy the empty barstool next to him. All he could remember was turning around to see the silver haired copy-nin staring at him with a greatly amused look in his eyes.

"Whadare you lookin' at, Hatake?" Iruka demanded, his words so slurred together that he was difficult to understand. Clearly he'd had a little too much sake.

"How long have you been here, Umino?" Kakashi asked, his voice bland an emotionless as usual. As he waited for Iruka to gather his thoughts enough to respond, he raised a gloved hand. The bartender brought him a small glass of sake.

"That's nona yer business," the brown-eyed chunin finally mumbled in response, then turned his attention back to the sake sitting on the bar table before him.

"You've been here all night, every night, for the past week, Umino," Kakashi pointed out, pushing his empty cup away.

Iruka didn't ask how he knew where he'd been every night for the past week, but instead demanded, "Why do you care, Copy-nin?" He hiccupped. "I'm single, I don't have anyone to go home to, I can stay out all I want," He added defiantly.

"Iruka," Kakashi mumbled, moving his face closer to Iruka's so that they were mere inches apart. "You desperately need to get laid."

The chestnut-haired academy teacher smelled the scent of sake breath snaking through the Kakashi's mask, and he furrowed his brow, trying to think of something clever to say, but by the time he thought of something, there was a 'poof', and the copy-nin had disappeared, leaving a confused and very drunk Iruka to stare blankly at the butt-less barstool.

I need to…get laid? Iruka thought. He was mildly disgusted at Kakashi's audacity. His sex life was no one's business but his own. It wasn't something he was open to discussing.

How long HAS it been though, since the last time? Iruka mused, pushing the empty sake glass across the table.

Eh, it doesn't matter. Kakashi was wrong. I'm fine. Not like HE'S taking girls home every night. But what if he IS right? Umino thought, hiccupped, then shook his head. With his current state of mind, he'd never be able to think clearly, so it wasn't even worth trying. Instead he thrust his hand into his pocket, pulled out enough money to pay for both Kakashi's drink and the several drinks that he himself had downed, and stumbled out of the bar.

Only pieces of the last few minutes floated around in his head as he wandered home, and by the time he reached his apartment and collapsed onto his futon, only two words stood out in the big colorful blur that was his memory of that evening: 'Kakashi' and 'laid'. The words swam in his head as his eyelids grew heavy and he passed out.

"Iruka," Kakashi mumbled to the academy teacher. "You desperately need to get laid,"

The scar-nosed chunin inhaled a heavenly smell of roses and musk as his masked companion moved his face so close to Iruka's it was almost uncomfortable. Then Kakashi slowly pulled himself onto Iruka's lap, sitting on the chunin man with his legs wrapped around Iruka's waist and his arms around his neck.

The chunin lifted a hand and gently pulled the fabric mask from the silver haired ninja's face. Kakashi was ungodly beautiful…he had perfectly chiseled features, soft eyes, and unfairly tempting lips. Before Iruka could make a move, those same luscious lips were upon him, kissing his jaw…mouth…neck…

"How long has it been Iruka-kun?" Kakashi whispered in the teacher's ear, his voice husky and dripping with lust. Iruka managed only a whimper in response.

His body was burning and Kakashi was now nibbling on his earlobe.

"How long, Iruka?" the copy-ninja whispered again, grinding his hips against Iruka, who…

…Sat straight up in bed, sweat dripping down his face and causing his clothes to cling to his shaking body.

What…the hell…was that? Iruka thought as he cradled his head in his hands.

I've had sex dreams before…but…never with a man…never with Kakashi…

For several moments all Iruka could do was stare wide-eyed at the wall in front of him, wishing his heart would stop racing and wishing that he had never fallen asleep in the first place.

Iruka…don't panic…you worry too much. Dreams are…dreams are just dreams, they don't mean anything…they don't mean anything at all…

When the chunin had succeeded in comforting himself enough to stop shaking, he rose from his bed and stumbled to the bathroom to relive himself of the bulge that had grown in his pants.