Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Boys night out ❯ Boys night out ( Chapter 1 )

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"Ne ne, Iruka," whined Kotetsu, heavily leaning on the dark haired Chuunins desk in the now
practicaly empty mision room. "Lets go out for a drink. I know this great new bar near the
marketplace and I was thinking..."
"For the last time, Kotetsu, NO," cut Iruka quite angrily his friend off. "Just take Izumo
with you. I DO NOT drink, and you know that verry well."
"That's just it, you don't. Nor do you go out at all... Treating Naruto to ramen doesn't
count," added Kotetsu before he was once again cut short. "What do you do in your life, huh?
Work in the Academy, work in the mission room," the chuunin started listing, "bring more
work home. You never loosen up. When was the last time you had sex?" Iruka started blushing
at the last comment. "So come on, I just wanna help ya," Kotetsu finished with his most
charming smile.
"You are not going to let me off until I agree to drink with you?"asked Iruka exasperated.
He only recieved a entusiastic nod in return. "Oh all right. But let me warn you, there is
a reason why I don't drink."

LATER THAT NIGHT

The bar was crowded as expected on friday night. Ninjas and civilians were getting smashed
after a long week of work, the few high-class prostitutes of Konoha were looking for some
easy money and one could even see five or six drunk couples trying to dance to some soft
tune a band was playing in a well lit corner. And Iruka was singing half naked on one of the
bar tables, while his friends laughed their asses off.
"Go Iru-chan," managed Anko in between a fit of unhealthy giggles.
"Show us what you've got," added Izumo and continued to bang his hand on the solid surfice
of the table in a rithm. At least what must have been a rithm.
Kotetsu just stared as Iruka proceeded to unbuckle his belt in an atempt to remove his
uniform pants. "That's enough, 'Ruka," he then said and pulled his friend down, ecouraging
to take a seet. That was met with a lot of disapointed shouts from the crowd. "Just sit
down and have another drink."
Iruka mumbled something incoherent and ploped down in his chair, reaching for a drink.
"Ko', you spoiled all the fun. I was looking forword to that little strip-dance," groweled
Anko and pulled a kunai out, with the obvios intent of getting revenge.
"Oi, Anko-san, you cant be serious," blanched the poor Chuuning, trying to get away on sha-
ky feet.
"Get a hold on your self, Anko" interfered Raido, taking the kunai from his fellow Jounin.
"Yeah, let's play a game, shell we?" proposed Genma with a leer. That caught Ankos atention.
"What kind of game?" slurred Iruka, gulping down half a bottle of sake.
"Well, truth or dare, of course," answered Genma with a verry happy smile. "I'll start. So,
Kotetsu, truth or dare?"
"Truth"
"Wich one is bottom, you or Izumo?"
"That is not even a question," shot Anko back. "Everyone knows Izumo allways takes it up the
ass."
"Not true," interrupted Iruka and smirked. "I'll have you known there were times I saw Ko-
tetsu walking funny," followed by a drunken giggle.
"Ko', is that true?" three pairs of eyes followed every sweatdrop of the now squirming
Chuunin.
"Well sometimes we do... experiment," admited KOtetsu and swore to get back at Iruka for
making his most hidded secret not so hidden anymore. So what if he liked it up the ass?
Don't we all? "Anyway, now's my turn," coughed the Chuunin and stared at Iruka. "So, my
lovely sensei, what's it gonna be?"
"Dare," answered the dark haired man and glanced chalenging at his friend, who was now
evely cackling to himself. He took a long and good look around the crowded bar looking
for a perfect object for his plan. Target found, he turned to Iruka and said pointing at
someone sitting at the bar.
"See Kakashi?" Iruka nodded. "I dare you to go to him and tell him you want to fuck him."
That statement was met with cat calls and wistles from other occupants of their table.
The Chuunin sensai just smiled in agreement and made his way, though verry slowly and
carefully as not to trip, towards the silverhaired Jounin. His friends just stared in
amazement and complete silence as Iruka leaned on Kakashis shoulder quite heavily, all the
time whispering something into the Jounins ear and by the look of it using tongue and
teeth to get his point across. What was even more shocking to the now big crowed of on-
lookers, was when Iruka, whom nearly everyone considered a saint, sensualy licked Kakashis
cheek through the mask and continued tracing the outlines of the Jounins lips with the tip
of his pink tongue. It was only when the teacher started kissing Kakashis neck did the
silverhaired man react by forming a few hand seals and disapearing in a puff of smoke
together with his horny Chuunin.

The next morning found a verry smug-looking, though hangover, Iruka, an extremely funny
looking Copy-Nin and quite a few mentaly scarred citizens of Konoha. Who knew Kakashi could
bottom?

END