Requester: kita_the_spaz
Word Count: 550
Prompt: After seeing Kot/Izu necking in the filing room, poor Iruka is very hot and bothered and looking to ... well you know, and Kakashi happens to walk in.
Warnings: YAOI and random filing room smut :)

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“What the hell, you guys?!” The tower of papers Iruka carried threatened to scatter across the filing room floor as he came face to face with his two now-blushing best friends.

He’d known Kotetsu and Izumo were hiding from work. He’d never fathomed that they’d think the filing room was a good place to go make out.

Kotetsu smiled sheepishly, “Ahaha, sorry ‘bout that ‘Ruka. Didn’t think you’d be comin’ in here.” He grabbed Izumo, forcibly pulling him out the door. “We’ll just, ah, get outta your way.”

Izumo offered an apologetic wave on the way out. With the way he was smiling like a loon, Iruka was sure he didn’t mean it. Sometimes Iruka wondered if they meant to get caught.

He knew from experience that they were quite the exhibitionists. He’d found himself added as a third party to their sexcapades more than a few times. He vividly remembered one time when…

Iruka groaned when his thoughts took that inevitable turn. He couldn’t help it; he was a young, healthy male with admittedly sexy best friends who just happened to like putting on shows.

It also didn’t help that lately, the most action he’d seen was from his own hand.

The teacher growled in frustration. His pants were getting too tight too easily these days. Maybe he could call Kotetsu and Izumo later? They did owe him for not turning them in all seven million times he’d caught them in compromising positions at work…

“Maa, Sensei, enjoy the view?”

Iruka fumbled with the papers just in time to save them from the floor again. He turned to see a familiar slouched stance and masked face.

The Jounin continued, “Maybe we can help each other out? We seem to be having the same problem.”

Iruka was well aware that Kakashi was referring to the obvious bulge in his uniform pants. And no, that was not a kunai in his pocket.

In a flash of shinobi speed, Iruka was pinned against the filing room wall, Kakashi’s mask down, and lips moving roughly together. By instinct, he wrapped his legs around the taller man for support. His hands tangled in silver hair while the older male explored Iruka’s body with roaming hands.

“Welcome back,” Iruka managed to gasp out when Kakashi trailed his lips down a tan neck. The Jounin had been on a mission for months. Iruka wasn’t quite sure what they had together, but he damn well missed the older male when he was gone.

Kakashi offered a hard nip as an answer and Iruka’s hips bucked automatically. The heat coiling in his belly was getting close to unbearable now. The Jounin growled against his skin, fingers fumbling with the zippers on their pants.

Their movements dissolved into a rushed frenzy of motion, animalistic instinct taking over their actions. Neither could get enough of the other and yet, it all seemed like too much to handle. Soon, Iruka’s orgasm was claiming his body, splashing over Kakashi’s flak vest in a spark of white behind his eye lids. The Jounin followed not a second later, sharp canines biting into Iruka’s shoulder in an attempt to stifle his shout.

As he was set back down onto quivering legs, Iruka figured: Maybe the filing room wasn’t such a bad idea after all?