"Damnit, Iruka, will you stop that?"

Iruka looked up from the table, confused, and Kakashi glared with his one eye.

"What?" the teacher asked hesitantly, face blank. "What am I doing?"

"You're tapping your foot," Kakashi said in a most put-upon manner, leaning back in his chair on the other side of the table. "You may not be the best ninja, but really, ninja don't tap their feet."

Iruka stared back at him, mouth open. Best ninja he may not be, but he wasn't someone Kakashi could talk down to. But, on the other hand, Kakashi was a jounin, and jounin were known for their oddities. Swallowing, he nodded, and made sure his foot was still.

"Really, Iruka, did you have to sigh?"

Iruka jerked, then glared at Kakashi from beneath his hitai-ate. "I'm sorry," he snapped, gripping his pen tightly, "that I sighed."

"And why are you rolling your eyes?" Kakashi continued, practically glowering.

"Damnit yourself, Kakashi, what the hell is wrong with you? I'm sorry I was tapping my foot, and but I didn't sigh, and I didn't roll my eyes, you stupid bas-" Before he could finish his sentence, a mouth was covering his, and tongue was merrily trying to make its way into his mouth. He grabbed Kakashi's shoulders, digging his fingertips into the shirt, and pushed.

"What-" he panted as soon as he was free of Kakashi's mouth, "-what are you doing?!"

"Are you angry?" Kakashi was kneeling between his knees, looking up as innocently as one could, licking kiss-bruised lips.

"Yes I'm angry, you stupid jerk. What are you doing? And stop playing with my pants!"

Kakashi grinned happily, fingers running across the top of Iruka's pants, flicking the zipper. "Asuma said angry sex was the best, and I wanted to see if it was true." He was about to tug down the zipper when he noticed that the hands on his shoulders had gone still. Deadly still. Deadly still as in 'Iruka-was-angry-and-that-wasn't-good' still. Maybe even as still as 'Kakashi's-manhood-was-in-danger' still.

"Iruka?"

The teacher smiled tightly at Kakashi, lips twitching. "Run, Kakashi," he said sweetly, nearly as sweetly as he was still. "Run far, and run fast." He raised his hand, holding the pen not unlike one would hold a kunai.

Kakashi gulped, fingers falling limply from Iruka's pants. "'Ruka?" The sweet smile widened and Kakashi felt his heart skip a few beats. "'Ruka, look, the thing is, it was all a game. 'Ruka?"

The pen imbedded itself into the floor about an inch from Kakashi's groin and he paled. "Ah, shit," he hissed, scrambling backwards. Less than five seconds and he was out of the room, door shaking on its hinges. Iruka watched him leave, sweet smile slowly fading.

"Stupid prick," he grumbled, pulling the pen out of the floor. "Tapping my foot my ass."

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