Title: Your Wish Is My Command
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: KakashixIruka
Rating: NC-17 for later chapters
Summary: Iruka gets hit by a jutsu and is left unable to make a decision on his own. When someone to look after him is searched, Kakashi can’t flee fast enough. Poor him?
Spoilers: Slight spoilers for the events before the time-skip.
Disclaimer: Don’t own.

Your Wish Is My Command

by nayru-kleinefee


Chapter 4

“Kakashi…”

Kakashi frowned. He didn’t want to wake up. He’d dreamed something incredibly good, so good that he never wanted to wake up again. He just wanted to stay in this dream in which Iruka was with him and wanted to be with him and was kissing him all the time and-

“Kakashi…” And then soft lips on his.

The Jounin snapped his uncovered eye open only to find that he was still dreaming of Iruka. And then he blinked and remembered, and it was even better than dreaming.

“Finally.” Iruka pouted down on him. “I’m so bored, Kakashi.”

“And then you go and wake me up?”, the Copy-nin chuckled. Perfect idea.

“Not at first.” Iruka grinned. “I at first tried to snuggle up to you, but you clutch the blanket so much around you that I couldn’t get under it. And you wouldn’t let go, so I had to wake you up.”

“I never let go of something I really like to have in my arms”, Kakashi told him and immediately pulled him close. “Guess I forgot to warn you, but now it’s already too late for you to run away. Poor Iruka.” But lucky Kakashi.

“Too bad.” The Chuunin chuckled and cuddled closer. “Then I think I will just stay here.”

“Perfect”, Kakashi whispered. “Just stay here and never leave aga-”

A loud knock at the door interrupted him and made both him and the Chuunin freeze.

“Do you think that’s Tsunade-sama?”, Iruka gasped. “Already?”

“I don’t know.” Kakashi frowned deeply while he thought about what to do. “I will go and see who’s at the door. You go into the bathroom and hide there, just in case, alright?” Hiding wouldn’t get them anywhere if it should be indeed the Sannin at the door, but like this he could at least try to keep Iruka out of anything that could turn out ugly.

“Okay”, Iruka whispered, then hastily left the bed and hurried towards the small bathroom. Already there, he turned around again and went back to the bed, leaned down and kissed the Jounin deeply before he disappeared into the bathroom.

Kakashi took a few deep breaths, took his mask from the nightstand and put it on, then also a pair of pants before he slowly went to the door and opened it, recognising the very familiar chakra signature immediately.

“Hokage-sama.”

“Where is he?”, the Sannin hissed, and the Copy-nin could see Raidou stand behind her, fidgeting nervously, and two ANBU.

“I’m sorry?”, Kakashi asked calmly.

“Hatake, you will tell me where he is immediately. And then you will let him go, hand yourself over to the ANBU and let yourself be escorted to the prison.”

“And you’re accusing me of what?” Kakashi couldn’t even feel fear or anger anymore, just determination. He wouldn’t let her take Iruka away from him again. He wouldn’t let that happen.

“Kidnapping, taking of hostages and maybe even rape.”

“Rape?!”, Kakashi shouted incredulously. “You can’t be serious!”

“Hokage-sama”, Raidou murmured. “I really can’t believe that Kakashi-san would ever-”

“You shut up!”, Tsunade yelled. “You will get your share, don’t worry. I trusted you to watch over Iruka-sensei, and I highly doubt that he could get taken away under your nose without you noticing.”

“I won’t let you take him from me”, Kakashi declared calmly. He so didn’t care about any accusation, about rank or duty. He only cared about Iruka, and Iruka only, and he wouldn’t allow anybody to take his Chuunin from him, no matter if they were Hokage or ANBU or anything else. He had been stupid not to stand up against Tsunade the day before, had been stupid to leave Iruka and make him sad, but Iruka had come to him, to him, and he wouldn’t let go of him ever again.

“Oh?” The Sannin snorted. “I really wonder how you will-”

“I won’t leave Kakashi”, Iruka declared suddenly behind the Copy-nin, then moved to stand beside him, glaring.

“Iruka-sensei.” Tsunade sighed. “I’m relieved to see that you’re alright.”

“I’m perfectly fine.” The Chuunin snorted. “I came here on my own free will.”

“Iruka-sensei. You know that the jutsu-”

“I made a decision. Nobody had any influence on me in that matter.”

Tsunade smiled gently. “It’s alright now, Iruka-sensei, you will come with me now and-”

“No.” The Chuunin’s face stayed hard.

“Iruka-sensei, I know that you probably think that it’s alright to stay with Kakashi, but it’s only the jutsu making you think that. If you’d take your time and just come with me to think about everything, you would soon realise that-”

“Shut. Up”, Iruka told her calmly.

Kakashi blinked in surprise and saw Tsunade and Raidou, even the two ANBU under their porcelain masks do the same.

“You know, I’ve had enough of this shit”, the Chuunin declared, and his eyes gleamed dangerously. “I hate it that some people assume that they know what’s best for me without even asking me. It really pisses me off that everybody but me seems to know what I should or shouldn’t do.”

“Iruka”, Kakashi tried to soothe him, “don’t you think you maybe-”

“Oh no!”, Iruka hissed. “Don’t you dare to start doing that, too.” He glared heatedly at Tsunade. “You will not take Kakashi with you, you will not take him away from me and you will not accuse him of these… these stupid… things!”

“Iruka-sensei, you aren’t able to think clearly”, Tsunade said softly. “I will-”

“You will not!”, the Chuunin shouted suddenly. “I don’t care what you think about this! I don’t care that you’re the goddamn Hokage of the goddamn village! I can make my own decisions, the hell! I’m not helpless! Do you think you know what I need?! Do you think you know what’s best for me?! Then listen, lady, because I won’t say this twice: Kakashi is good for me. Shit, Kakashi is best for me, goddammit! And I’m perfectly able to decide what I wa-” A blink. “What I wa-” A frown. “Goddammit!” He stomped with his foot.

Kakashi blinked repeatedly, completely stunned. He absentmindedly remembered Tsunade telling him something about Iruka being less able to control his emotions, but this… He swallowed while he watched the Chuunin, his eyes sparkling menacingly and his face showing pure outrage. Wow…

“I hate this”, Iruka said a little calmer. “I hate being under the effects of the jutsu. It makes me sick to know that I am not able to defend myself against it.” He swallowed hard. “But… but when Kakashi’s with me, everything becomes better and easier to bear. Because I know that he will protect me. I know he made mistakes, I know he took advantage of me once. But I also know that he regrets it and that he will never do it again. And… and…” The Chuunin swallowed again and a tear ran down his cheek.

“Iruka”, Kakashi whispered softly while he desperately tried to keep himself from wiping that tear away and hugging the Chuunin until everything would be good again. “Iruka, don’t get so upset, please. We will sort this out. Together, Iruka.”

“Together… Can’t you understand it, Tsunade-sama?”, Iruka whispered. “Can’t you see? That I need this? That I need Kakashi? Because… because he’s there for me, because he doesn’t assume that I am completely helpless. And he’s the only one… the only one who doesn’t pity me…”

“Iruka”, Kakashi choked out and now gave in and took him into his arms to make him stop hurting. “Nobody pities you.”

“They do. I can see it.” Iruka leaned against him. “I can see it when they look at me. All they see is a little, helpless Chuunin not able to deny what’s demanded from him. Someone to pity because he’s not able to defend himself.” He shook his head. “You never did that. Even before we got close, you never looked at me with pity. You always looked at me with care and tenderness, but never with pity.” The Chuunin wrapped his arms around Kakashi’s waist and hid his face against his chest.

“And when… when I tried to come close to you at first, you didn’t do anything to push me away”, he whispered, his voice muffled by the Copy-nin’s shirt. “But not because you pitied me and didn’t intend to crush a helpless, little Chuunin even more. And everybody else probably would have let me do whatever I felt like just not to make my life even more miserable, but you didn’t pity me, Kakashi. You didn’t see what the jutsu had done to me, but instead you saw me, and only me. And you decided to be with me for how I am and not for how the jutsu made me.” He tightened his hold.

“It hurts, Kakashi”, Iruka whispered. “It hurts that everybody seems to think that I can’t see what’s good for me. And it hurts that it hurts you when you are accused of taking advantage of me although everything you do is to make sure that I am safe and can become strong again. It’s not right that they do this to you, that they try to take you from me. It’s not right that they pity me and accuse you and hurt us both. But I don’t know how to make it right, Kakashi, I don’t know how to keep them from hurting you.”

“It’s alright, Iruka”, Kakashi whispered and felt his Sharingan eye cry. “We will find a way to make it right.” He looked up at the four figures standing motionlessly in his doorframe. “Please leave now. Iruka told you what he thinks is best for him. I won’t hurt him and you shouldn’t either.” He took a deep, shuddering breath. “We will meet you tomorrow morning for Iruka’s check-up, Tsunade-sama.” Then he shut the door right into their faces.

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Kakashi watched the sleeping Chuunin beside him while he stroked with one of his hands over his hair again and again. Iruka’s face looked peaceful and content, and the Copy-nin couldn’t help but wish that it would always look like that, that he would never have to see him sad or angry like the former day.

“But you were brave yesterday, Iruka”, he whispered softly. “So strong and brave. Not helpless or pitiful at all.”

“I was so angry”, Iruka whispered and opened his eyes slowly. “She will probably kill me.”

“You’re awake?”, Kakashi murmured. “And you tricked me?” He chuckled softly.

“M-hm.” Iruka snuggled closer and cuddled up against his chest. “It felt so nice how you stroked my hair.” He pouted playfully. “And now you’ll stop because you know I’m awake.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t stop if you like it that much.” Kakashi grinned and started to gently stroke the Chuunin’s soft hair again. “And I meant what I said. You were amazing yesterday.”

“I try.” Iruka sighed. “When will we have to go to Tsunade-sama for my execution?”

“We still have some time left, I think”, Kakashi said, checking the clock on the nightstand and seeing that they were already late. “Much time. And, by the way, I really doubt that she’ll dare to ever anger you again. I had the impression that you even terrified the ANBU.”

“Yeah, sure.” Iruka snorted. “Very funny.”

“I mean it.” Kakashi chuckled and tilted his head down to kiss him softly. “I saw them shaking in fear.” More standing still in shock, but that was the ANBU equivalent of terror. Seemed as if they hadn’t often before seen a Chuunin give their Hokage a rather impressive piece of his mind…

“Stop making fun of me”, Iruka whispered, then grinned. “Better kiss me?”

“Much better.” Kakashi grinned happily and obeyed instantly, gently parting the Chuunin’s lips with his tongue. He heard Iruka sigh into the kiss and it made shivers run through him, then the Copy-nin gently pushed him backwards until he could roll onto him, arms still around each other and lips melted together.

“Kakashi”, Iruka sighed, and the Jounin felt hands stroking over his back and legs wrap around his waist, and he could feel Iruka even closer to him. And then the hands moved lower and rubbed and squeezed his buttocks gently, and he moved his own to stroke over the Chuunin’s broad chest, hidden by the soft, grey fabric of his sleeping shirt.

“Iruka”, Kakashi whispered and kissed those wonderful, soft, delicious lips again, deciding that he never wanted to taste anything else ever again. He could feel Iruka tighten his legs’ hold around him, and it was good, it was close and warm and perfect, and he didn’t even notice it when he started to move his hips against the Chuunin’s slowly.

Iruka sighed, then again when he lifted his hips and fell into the Jounin’s rhythm, and then he bit his lower lip before he kissed him once again. And Kakashi couldn’t think of anything else than of how good it felt to have Iruka with him, to feel his lips, his touch, his warmth on him, and how he would never let go, never leave, would never allow anybody to take his Chuunin from him.

When Iruka’s sighs became soft moans and even whimpers sometimes, Kakashi increased the speed of his movements, relishing in every gasp, every breathless whisper that fell from the Chuunin’s lips. He desperately wanted to take off his headband to look at Iruka with his Sharingan eye, to memorise everything, but he refused to take his hands off the body beneath him, refused to let go. And he could hear himself whisper into Iruka’s ear, whisper his name again and again, could hear his own breath hitch and soft gasps on every move, but it didn’t mean a thing, meant nothing, nothing, because Iruka meant everything to him.

And when the Chuunin suddenly arched his back towards him and closed his eyes and bit his lower lip and then gave a long, low sigh, Kakashi could feel himself shudder and hastily yanked off his headband to watch him gasp and pant softly, to watch Iruka with both his eyes, his beautiful, wonderful Iruka. Oh, he wanted to see this face again and again, wanted to hear those breathless gasps, wanted to see the pleasure take hold of the Chuunin, pleasure that he alone had caused. And he wanted to feel it, too, wanted to feel how it was to experience this with Iruka, wanted to find his release in the Chuunin’s arms, wanted… wanted…

Kakashi stilled.

“Kakashi…”, he heard Iruka whisper softly, breathlessly, “Kakashi…”

Kakashi looked down at the Chuunin’s face, his unbound hair, closed eyes and flushed lips. He wanted Iruka, so much, he wanted him, wanted to hold him and touch him and feel him and feel how it would be to find completion in his arms, just like the Chuunin had done in his.

But had Iruka wanted this? Really, truly wanted this? And not only done it because Kakashi had wanted it, wanted him, like Tsunade had suspected?

Or had he taken advantage of Iruka again?

“Kakashi”, the Chuunin whispered and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Kakashi, so good…”

“Iruka…”, Kakashi choked out and buried his face into sweaty brown hair. “Iruka, did you really wa- … did… was this what… what…”

“It felt so good”, Iruka murmured. “So, so good, Kakashi. Did you like it, too?”

“I… yes, Iruka”, Kakashi whispered. “I… I just… I… What we did… did you wa- did you… really like it?”

“Yes…” The Chuunin drew him close and nuzzled his face in his neck. “Very much, Kakashi.”

“Good.” Kakashi nuzzled his throat gently. Iruka had liked it, had enjoyed it. That meant that he hadn’t taken advantage of the Chuunin, right? And… and he hadn’t done it for himself. He hadn’t even reached an orgasm, so he couldn’t have taken advantage of Iruka. Right? Right?!

“Kakashi? Didn’t you…”

“Hm?” Kakashi lifted his head, then hastily used his chakra to increase his blood flow and let the sign of his arousal disappear slowly. “Don’t worry about me, Iruka”, he whispered evasively, not wanting to lie to him.

“Then it’s good.” The Chuunin smiled gently, blushing a little, before he lifted his head to kiss him.

“What about you take a shower now?”, Kakashi suggested. “And then we go to Tsunade-sama for your check-up?”

“We could shower together”, Iruka offered, blushing deeper.

“Tempting.” Kakashi forced a smile on his face although it hurt, so very much. “But we’re already late and should better hurry.”

“We can’t be that late.” Iruka turned his head to catch a glimpse at the clock. “It can’t be later than-” He gasped. “It’s that late already?! But you said-”

“I could have misread the time…” Kakashi grinned sheepishly, enjoying the Chuunin’s shocked expression immensely. Because it was better than hurt.

“Sure.” Iruka snorted. “Get off me and let me shower.” He rolled the Jounin off his body and stood up. “I can’t believe it”, he muttered while he went to the bathroom. “I’m late for my execution.”

“You could always yell at her again”, Kakashi suggested. “Oh, and if you’re at it, call her ‘lady’ again, I think she really enjoyed that.” He certainly had.

“Very funny.” Iruka turned around and glared at him, but then the look in his eyes softened. “I meant everything I said yesterday”, he said softly and went back to the bed to kiss the Copy-nin sweetly. “That you’re with me helps me to endure this.” Another kiss. “And I know you’ll never hurt me or take advantage of me.” A nuzzle. “Everything you do is only to protect me and help me become strong again and make me feel better.” A grin and a blush. “And right now you made me feel very much better. We definitely have to do that again soon.”

“M-hm.” Kakashi nodded and swallowed hard. He knew he shouldn’t but he wanted that. So very much.

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“Please excuse us, Hokage-sama”, Kakashi said while he held the door to her office open for Iruka to enter. “We’re sorry that we’re late, but Iru- but we wa- decided to walk.” That was at least partly the truth, only that they had been late before already.

“Walk?”, Tsunade asked. “Don’t you think that’s too dangerous?”

“I have earplugs”, Iruka told her while he removed the second one, grinning brightly. “Sneaky, eh?”

“Indeed.” The Sannin arched an eyebrow. “How do feel today, Iruka-sensei? You seem to be rather… in high spirits.”

“Oh.” Iruka blushed brightly. “That’s… that’s…” He threw a glance at Kakashi. “I’m just… so happy to be with Kakashi again.”

“Is that so?” Tsunade didn’t seem convinced.

“Yes.” Iruka’s smile became more serious, but still it was more beautiful than anything Kakashi had ever seen. “He gives me the strength that the jutsu seems to take from me. Even just walking around in the village with him makes me feel as if everything’s alright.” He turned around and held out his hand for the Jounin to take it. “I haven’t felt this… warm and safe and… and good in years”, he whispered hoarsely.

“Iruka-sensei…” Tsunade sighed. “I-”

“I will not let you take him from me”, Iruka interrupted her. “I won’t let that happen, and I will-”

“It’s alright, Iruka-sensei.” The Sannin held her hands up defensively. “I didn’t intend to take your Kakashi from you.”

“Oh.” Iruka blinked. “Good.” Then he chewed on his lower lip and whispered, “My Kakashi…”, as if trying to taste the words.

Kakashi smiled under his mask and gently squeezed the Chuunin’s hand in his, deciding that he wanted nothing more than to be ‘Iruka’s Kakashi’ for as long as Iruka allowed.

Tsunade smiled, too. “Iruka-sensei, you will stay with Kakashi until the jutsu will have vanished again. If that’s what you wish, that is.”

“Alright.” Iruka nodded carefully. “And…”

“No ‘and’”, Tsunade told him. “I won’t try to decide for you again.” She sighed. “Iruka-sensei, I… I apologise. I’m really sorry that I just assumed that you were completely unable to decide on your own. It’s… Please believe me that I always only wa- intended to do what’s best for you. Although I did everything wrong, it seems.”

“Oh.” The Chuunin smiled. “It’s alright, Tsunade-sama.”

“It’s not. But still thank you.” She nodded. “Would you now please let me and Kakashi have a few words?”

“I don’t wa- I don’t think Iruka should be left out”, Kakashi contradicted. He didn’t like the thought that the Chuunin might feel as if he still wasn’t taken seriously. And he didn’t like the thought of Iruka going where he couldn’t see him.

“This’ll be something just between the two of us”, Tsunade declared.

“I still-”

“It’s alright.” Iruka smiled reassuringly. “I’ll wait outside.” He turned to leave.

“Don’t forget your earplugs”, Kakashi shouted after him right before the door closed. Who knew what dangers were waiting outside the door? Lecherous ANBU maybe or sneaky assistants or-

“You care about him?”, he heard Tsunade ask.

“Yes.” Although ‘caring about’ wasn’t enough of a word to describe it anymore, Kakashi guessed.

“I do, too.”

“I know.”

“If you take advan-”

“I won’t.”

“Just in case you should, I promise you’ll regret it.”

“Just in case I should, I won’t need you for that.”

Several moments passed in which Jounin and Hokage just looked at each other, trying to read the other’s mind.

“Good.” Tsunade nodded finally. “I think that’s all. You can go now.”

“Good.” Kakashi nodded and bowed shortly, but then hesitated. “Tsunade-sama?”

“Yes?”

“What you said… about Iruka only doing things because he senses that I want him to. Do you really think that’s true?” Please not, oh god, please not. He didn’t think he could stand the thought of Iruka not truly wanting him back, of having taken advantage of the Chuunin.

“I did. That is, until yesterday.” The Sannin sighed.

“Then you think it’s not like that now?”, Kakashi asked hopefully.

“I… I can’t say that with complete certainty.” Tsunade sighed again. “But I’m… rather sure that it’s not the case.”

“But I can’t be completely sure?” And he had to be completely sure, he had to.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Kakashi sighed. “But Iruka probably knows and does what he wants as long nobody says the word to him?” Like knowing that he wanted him and therefore letting him close?

“Probably. Something happened?”

“Nothing.” Kakashi shook his head, shame and guilt and fear burning inside him.

“Then just make sure not to do something Iruka-sensei doesn’t want.” Tsunade smiled softly. “And now out here. Go to your Iruka.”

Kakashi’s Iruka. Yes, Kakashi wanted that. And he would do anything not to risk to lose that.

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“I can’t believe that everything went so smoothly”, Iruka sighed the moment he closed the door of his apartment behind himself and Kakashi.

“You were already prepared to give her another scolding, weren’t you?”, the Jounin teased. He would have liked that.

“Hrn.” Iruka snorted and shook his head. And then he pounced suddenly.

“Whoa!”, Kakashi gasped when he found his back pressed against the hard wood of the door. “Iruka, wha-” Soft yet forceful lips and an eager tongue quickly silenced him.

“My Kakashi”, Iruka growled against his lips, making the Jounin’s eyes widen. “My Kakashi. And I won’t let anybody take you from me ever again. Do you hear me? You’re mine now and I won’t let you go ever again.”

“Iruka…”, Kakashi gasped. Wow, this was new. Iruka being forceful and possessive and aggressive and… Wow. Wow. He liked that quite a lot.

Too much, to be precise.

“My Kakashi”, Iruka repeated and kissed him once again, practically claiming him with his lips. He closed the space between them and pressed the Jounin further against the wood, sliding his hands to fist in his silver hair.

Kakashi closed his eyes and just let Iruka do with him whatever he wanted for a while, enjoyed teeth and lips and hands and tongue and everything he craved for so very, very much. He felt that he was just about to forget everything but Iruka, and a part of him screamed to just let go and do that, to forget and enjoy and not think and just feel. And he wanted that, wanted that so much, just for a while, just for a little while and… and…

“Iruka?”, he whispered when they parted for air.

“Yes?” The Chuunin’s voice was husky.

Kakashi opened his eye and looked into deep brown eyes full of lust and desire and at full, kiss-flushed lips. He swallowed hard and willed his self-control to survive just a little longer. It was hard though, almost too much for him, until he reminded himself of how he had seen Iruka cry the day before and how much worse it would be if the Chuunin would cry because he’d abused him.

“I thought we could… go for a picnic”, he forced out the first thought that came to him.

“A… a picnic?”, Iruka asked incredulously.

“Yes.” Kakashi did his best to look oblivious. “I’ve been planning to take you for one for days, and today we have such good weather.” Pathetic.

“And you thought about that just now?”

“…Yes.” Kakashi took a deep breath and made one last desperate attempt to save himself. “I couldn’t help but think about how perfect you would look lying on the forest floor with the sun falling on you through the trees.” Alright, so he was actually quoting Icha Icha right now. But he was desperate.

Iruka kept staring at him and Kakashi already thought that he would have to explain himself and say the truth that time when the Chuunin started to blush slowly. “Oh”, he breathed. “That’s… I…”

“So you like the idea?”, Kakashi asked carefully. The more he thought about it, the more he liked it himself. Just imagining Iruka lying on a bed of fallen leaves and soft grass with rays of sun speckled over him, all over his tan skin, was enough to make his heartbeat speed up.

Kakashi swallowed. Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea at all.

“Sounds wonderful”, Iruka whispered and smiled softly, still blushing. “Let me just get a blanket and make some sandwiches.” And with that, he kissed the Jounin’s lips once again and then went to his bedroom.

Kakashi sighed deeply and slid down on the door to collapse on the floor. He didn’t know how he should resist this for any second, minute, hour, day longer, and for an uncertain amount of time even. He’d never before felt this much out of control, in the danger to lose himself and just act on impulse, just give in to his desires. But he couldn’t do that, he couldn’t just do what he wanted. Not when he couldn’t be completely sure that Iruka wanted it, too.

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“Kakashiiii…”

“Nope.” The Jounin tightened his hold.

“Kaaaakaaaashiiii…”

“No way in hell.” Ah, soft hair right in front of his face, begging to be nuzzled. How convenient.

“You’re mean.” And a grumble.

“I’m lazy right now.” Kakashi yawned. “It’s so nice to lie here with you on the grass with a full stomach.” That and it was safe.

“Would be even nicer if you finally would let me turn around”, Iruka told him.

“Equally nice”, Kakashi corrected. “But not nicer, so there’s no reason to move.” And it was safer for Iruka like this, with his back to his chest and not able to do all the things that would have Kakashi spinning and wanting too much.

“Lazy Jounin”, Iruka accused but there was a smile in his voice. “At least give me a belly-rub?”

“What are you, a cute little Chuunin-dog?”, Kakashi asked back but did as wished.

“Whateverrrr…”, Iruka sighed at the caress, then stretched his body slowly in the embrace and convinced the Copy-nin that he rather was a feisty little Chuunin-cat.

A dangerously tempting feisty little Chuunin-cat when sighing and moving like that.

Kakashi sighed. But he would be strong.

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Kakashi’s thoughts were racing. He had to think of something, had to find a reason why he couldn’t- oh. Oh. That was nice. That was very nice.

“Kakashi…”, Iruka whispered into his ear while he gently rubbed, stroked and tickled invisible pattern over the Jounin’s back. Then he lifted his head from the couch and kissed him.

Kakashi closed his eyes and kissed back passionately. Those damn kisses. Those damn, perfect, delicious, irresistible kisses. They always made him lose his self-control. But he had to stop this fast. He couldn’t go any further.

“Iruka?”, he gasped, using the last of his willpower to lift his body from the Chuunin’s.

“Hm?” Iruka looked at him with big eyes, surprise and something else in his gaze. “What’s wrong, Kakashi?”

“Nothing.” The Jounin tried a reassuring smile. “I just… thought you would like a foot massage.”

“Not as much as I would like you lying on me and kissing me again.” Iruka lifted his hands and tried to draw him down again.

“Oh, but I’m good at foot massages”, Kakashi assured rather desperately.

“Kiiiiss…”, Iruka whined softly, pouting.

“Please.” Kakashi batted his eyelashes, trying to look playful, and forced a lecherous grin on his face. “To be honest, I plan to make you all happy and boneless and then have my wicked way with you.” It hurt to even only say it, no matter that he didn’t mean it.

“Hm, alright then.” Iruka grinned and let his arms fall down again.

“Okay.” Kakashi hastily sat up and moved to the Chuunin’s feet, lifted them into his lap and started to knead the first one gently. He was immediately rewarded with a low moan.

“Mmmmh… you’re really good…”, Iruka sighed softly.

“S-see?”, Kakashi choked out, trying to force the images out of his head that were caused by the sounds the Chuunin made.

“Mmmmmmmh…”, Iruka sighed again and closed his eyes, then settled for little, low gasps and soft moans while Kakashi worked his magic. By the time the Jounin thought both feet relaxed enough, he was asleep.

“Please forgive me”, Kakashi whispered while he stood up carefully, then kissed his hair. “But I can’t risk to hurt you.” He bent down and gently lifted the sleeping Chuunin in his arms to carry him to the bed.

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Panting heavily, Kakashi sank down against the closed door of the bathroom. How should he survive this? Wasn’t it enough that he had to live with an ever-present temptation he wasn’t allowed to give in to? Did that temptation now really have to go over to walking around shirtless?

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“Thanks for the fast service”, Kakashi called while he took the bag with the ramen cups.

“Thank you for the order”, the owner of the Ichiraku’s answered.

“And thank you for taking care of Iruka-sensei”, his daughter said softly. “Please make sure that he becomes fine and can come here again soon.”

“I will.” Kakashi eyed her closely. That was just concern for the- for his Chuunin, wasn’t it? Or was there more?

“He’s always so kind and gentle”, the girl continued. “I hope he’ll be alright again soon.”

“I’m sure the first thing he’ll do when he’s fine again will be coming here”, Kakashi assured. And he would come with Iruka. She was probably just worried, but one could never be too careful…

He turned and jumped up on a near rooftop, then went for the Chuunin’s apartment, smiling softly under his mask when he thought about how Iruka would smile when he would surprise him with the ramen. He’d just said that he’d go and get food, but not what exactly. Iruka would be so happy.

Ah, and Genma probably liked ramen, too.

A small frown crossed the Jounin’s face. Genma was fun to have around and all, but… Well, was it very selfish to wish that the Special Jounin hadn’t come earlier to visit Iruka? The Chuunin had been rather pleased at that, but still… Kakashi would have liked to spend the day with Iruka alone.

Kakashi shrugged. It couldn’t be helped, and maybe it was even better that he wasn’t alone with Iruka. It had been… increasingly difficult for him to resist against the ever-present temptation the Chuunin meant for him. More than once he’d found himself so very too close to giving in, enchanted by the way Iruka looked, smiled, laughed, smelled kissed blushed-felt-offered-tasted-

Kakashi swallowed. Not going there, not going there… He knew giving in would be heaven, would be perfection, bliss, fulfilment, but… but it might also be hurt, betrayal, abuse.

The thought alone made him hurt all over.

He wouldn’t risk to hurt Iruka, never. He couldn’t risk that, couldn’t risk to lose the Chuunin like that. He would rather leave him than hurt him.

Sighing, Kakashi opened the door to Iruka’s apartment and went into the kitchen to place his bag on the counter.

“Iruka?”, he called. “Iruka, guess what I have for you.”

Only silence answered.

“Iruka?” Kakashi frowned. “Genma?”

Again, only silence. And then a-

Kakashi froze. That… Had that been… a moan? Had he heard Genma moan just then? But that couldn’t be, why would the Special-

It happened again.

Immediately, the Copy-nin whirled around and flew into the living room, but then froze again at the sight in front of him.

Then Kakashi saw red.

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Kakashi looked down to the floor of the Hokage’s office between his feet. He should have known that it was a bad idea to leave Genma, to leave anybody alone with Iruka. He should have known that it would end this way or even worse if he wasn’t there to protect his-

“What were you thinking?!”, Tsunade shouted. “He’s lying in the hospital now! You broke his nose and two of his rips!”

Kakashi stayed silent and just looked into her eyes calmly. He sensed Iruka flinch behind him on every shout and felt the overwhelming desire to hug and comfort the Chuunin but resisted although it took all of his willpower.

“So”, Tsunade hissed finally. “Anything you have to say?”

“Genma took advantage of Iruka”, Kakashi told her as calmly as possible. “I left them for only ten minutes to get Iruka ramen from Ichiraku’s and when I came back, Genma had told him to massage his neck.” He felt his hands clench to fists and shake violently at the thought, at the memory of his own abuse of the Chuunin this caused.

“Oh.” Tsunade’s eyes widened.

“He had used the word to force him, I could see it in Iruka’s eyes”, Kakashi continued through gritted teeth. “And Genma was… he was moaning… and… and I… and I…”

“Kakashi”, Iruka whispered and moved to stand beside him. “Please don’t be so upset. Nothing bad happened and-”

“Did too!”, the Copy-nin interrupted him harshly. “He was abusing you! He was taking advantage of you!”

“Kakashi.” Iruka smiled softly. “It’s alright now. You were there for me.”

“But…” Kakashi swallowed hard. “But what if I hadn’t been? What if-”

“You know Genma, he’s not somebody to abuse anybody. And I know him for years and have given him a massage like that quite often before. He would never have gone farther than that, and I’m sure that he didn’t force me intentionally. I’m sure that the word just slipped and he didn’t notice.” The Chuunin took his hand gently. “And you were there, that alone counts.”

“But-”

“Shh.” Iruka squeezed his hand reassuringly. “It’s fine. I’m fine. And I know that you’ll protect me as long as I can’t protect me myself.”

Kakashi only nodded. He knew that he’d overreacted. But he hadn’t been able to hold himself back when he’d seen the empty look in Iruka’s eyes.

“So that’s what happened”, Tsunade said slowly. “I will have to talk to Genma then.”

“Tell him that if he ever dares to come near Iruka again, I will break his neck”, Kakashi hissed. He didn’t care whether it had happened intentionally or not, he just-

“You’re getting more protective every day, Kakashi”, Tsunade observed.

But he had to! “I-”

“I like that.” She grinned. “It shows me that Iruka is safe with you. In every way possible I mean.”

“I promise.” Kakashi nodded. He would protect Iruka from everybody wanting to take advantage of him. Even from himself.

“Good.” Tsunade nodded back. “Now go home, you two. I will take care of this for now.”

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Kakashi groaned and shook his head. Of all possible excuses to escape the risk of going too far with Iruka he had to take one like that?! And he was supposed to be a genius!

Another sigh escaped the Copy-nin’s lips while he let his gaze roam over the roofs in front of him. Now where to find a Santa Clause costume in March?

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“I’m going!”, Kakashi shouted towards the bedroom where Iruka was changing and went to the door, pulling his mask over his face. He opened and then immediately tried to close the door again when he saw who was there.

“Kakashi-san”, Genma said softly and quickly put his foot between door and frame.

“Leave”, the Copy-nin growled.

“Kakashi-san, I wa- I’m here to apologise to Iruka.”

“I’ll tell him.” Kakashi tried to close the door again.

“Please.” Genma looked at him pleadingly. “Can I see him?”

“No.” Kakashi kicked the Special Jounin’s foot out of the doorway, then shut the door in his face. There. Now Genma could never again hurt Iruka and never again take advantage of him and never again remind the Jounin of how he himself had done that and-

“Who was it?”, Iruka asked behind him suddenly.

“Nobody”, Kakashi lied, then scowled when that nobody had the nerve to knock again. He chose to ignore it.

“Kakashi?” Iruka arched an eyebrow.

“Yes?”

“The door?”

“Yes?”

Iruka rolled his eyes. “Alright, enough of that. Open.”

“Open what?”

“Kakashi…” The Chuunin glared at him. “I’ll get it.” He reached out.

“No.” Kakashi took his wrist before he could grab the doorknob. “Don’t.”

“Why not?” Iruka shook his hand free again. “Kakashi, you’re really going on my nerves now.”

“But…” The Copy-nin sighed. “Alright.” He turned towards the door again, made sure that he was standing between Iruka and his visitor and opened.

“Kakashi-san, I really have to-” Genma broke off when he looked behind the Jounin. “Iruka.”

“Genma.” The Chuunin smiled gently. “Would you like to come insi-”

“No.” Kakashi glared at the Special Jounin. “Just apologise and then leave again.”

“Kakashi!”, Iruka gasped.

“He won’t come near you”, Kakashi told him. “I won’t let him get any nearer to you ever again and-”

“Kakashi”, Iruka said sternly.

“No.” The Copy-nin shook his head although he now knew why Naruto had ever only talked about the Teacher Voice of the Chuunin in a low, almost frightened whisper.

“Kakashi.”

“But Iruka!” Kakashi resisted the sudden urge to look to the floor. “He used the word on you and I can’t let him come near to you and-”

“Kakashi.”

“But I don’t like it that he comes close to you…”, Kakashi murmured and found himself scratching the floor with his foot.

“Genma.” Iruka looked at the Special Jounin. “I’m sorry, but could you come back tomorrow? For lunch maybe?”

“I… I…” Genma looked from the Chuunin to Kakashi and back. “I only… I’m sorry, Iruka”, he murmured finally. “I didn’t intend to force you to do-”

“I know”, Iruka interrupted him gently. “I know, Genma. And Kakashi knows, too, doesn’t he?” He directed a stern look at the Copy-nin.

“I-” Kakashi broke off when the Chuunin’s brows drew together even more. “Yes…”

“And he’s terribly sorry for being rude, isn’t he?”

“Yes…”, Kakashi murmured.

“Perfect.” Iruka smiled brightly. “Lunch tomorrow, Genma?”

“I… I think I’d like that…”, the Special Jounin decided slowly. “I guess…”

“Wonderful.” Iruka nodded. “Would you now please excuse us?”

“Okay.” Genma nodded eagerly. “Bye!” And with that, he sprinted down the hallway and was gone.

“Iruka…” Kakashi carefully looked at the Chuunin after he heard the door close.

“Kakashi.” Iruka glared at him. “You will never again treat me like that.”

“But I-”

“You will never again make decisions for me like that.”

“I…” Kakashi sighed and shook his head when he realised what he’d done. “I’m sorry. I just… I was worried.”

“That I couldn’t take care of myself?” The Chuunin’s voice was soft suddenly, soft and hurt.

“No.” Kakashi wanted to take him in his arms but wasn’t sure whether he was allowed to. “Not like that. I just… I was worried that you could get hurt.” He shook his head. “And now I hurt you. Sorry.”

“Kakashi…” Iruka sighed and shook his head but then opened his arms. “Come here.”

“I’m sorry”, Kakashi repeated while he hurried into the embrace. “I just thought of how you look when you hear the word and how much it hurts to see you like that and that I used the word on you and-”

“Shh…” Iruka hugged him tighter and rubbed his back soothingly. “Just don’t do it again, alright?” He chuckled softly. “Although you look hot when you’re possessive.”

“I tried to look menacing”, Kakashi murmured. To scare that Genma away. And then scare everybody else away from Iruka.

“Oh, and you did. Very.” Iruka chuckled again.

“Hrn.” Kakashi hid his face in the Chuunin’s hair. He would love to lock Iruka away somewhere only he could go, somewhere nobody else could see or talk to or hurt him. But he would hurt Iruka with that, he knew that, and so he would have to accept it that other people came close to his Chuunin. It wouldn’t be easy, but he would learn to take that risk. And it was nothing compared to the risk he himself meant for Iruka.

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“The bath’s free now”, Kakashi heard Iruka announce behind him.

“Alright, thanks.” He put away his book and stood up from the couch. “I will-” He gasped. Iruka was almost naked except for the towel around his waist and the one over his shoulders. And still dripping wet from the shower. And he definitely was a dream come true. A wet dream come true.

“Kakashi?” The Chuunin looked up from towelling his hair. “Something wro- Mh!”

“Nothing’s wrong”, Kakashi gasped when he reluctantly broke the heated kiss for air. “Everything’s perfect.” He tightened his embrace even more and claimed Iruka’s lips again. God, so perfect, so much tan, smooth skin, so wonderfully soft lips, such a hard, warm body, and all for him, only for him.

“Kakashi…”, Iruka moaned breathlessly and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Mmmh… Don’t stop…”

Never. Kakashi would so not stop this, not for anything in the world. He stumbled forward with Iruka in his arms, in a hurried search for the bed, but tripped over his own feet. He had to use all his shinobi training to catch them both before Iruka hit the floor, and carefully laid the Chuunin down instead.

Iruka just hummed happily at the change of position and squirmed beneath him until he could wrap his legs around the Jounin’s waist. He fisted his hands into the silver hair and thus held an unresisting Kakashi’s head in place to kiss him deeply.

God, what had he ever done to deserve this? Kakashi moaned while he let his hands stroke over every inch of naked skin available. Iruka, his Iruka, all naked and wet and oh-so-eager. And now he could finally claim him as his completely, this gorgeous, squirming Chuunin in his arms, and Iruka would be his, only his. And he would never let him go again, never, he would even somehow convince Iruka to let him move into his apartment, even after the effects of the jutsu would have worn o-

Shit.

Kakashi flinched. Not good. Not good.

“Kakashi…”, Iruka sighed into his mouth. “Do that again…”

He couldn’t think, couldn’t even remember what he’d just done. He had to stop this before he lost control even more, before he hurt Iruka.

“Don’t tease…”, Iruka whined softly. “Mean Kakashi…”

“Iruka… Iruka, I…” Kakashi blinked repeatedly, trying to think of something, anything.

“Hmmm?” The Chuunin licked over his lips, then towards his right ear where he started nibbling.

“You’re getting cold”, Kakashi told him hastily. “Here on the floor, I mean.” After all, Iruka was almost naked. And wet. And naked. And soft skin. And hard muscles beneath. And naked. And wet. And-

“Mmmh… What about we go to the bed?” Iruka smirked up at him.

Yes! Yes! To the bed! With a naked and wet and naked Iruka! And then-

“I… I’m smelly”, Kakashi forced out. “I have to shower.”

“You’re not smelly.” Iruka sniffed his neck. “I like how you smell.”

“But… but I stink”, Kakashi assured. “Bad.” Other than Iruka. Iruka smelled like warm, clean skin and wet hair and-

“You don’t stink.” Iruka sniffed him again, nuzzling his nose against his shivering skin. “And even if you did, I wouldn’t mind.” He nipped the Jounin’s neck. “I like your scent.”

“But… but I really stink”, Kakashi assured desperately. “I… I need to shower.” He didn’t know what to do else, couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“You really intend to shower now?”, Iruka asked softly and laid his head back on the floor, looking at him.

No, no, he didn’t want that. “I… I stink.”

Iruka just kept looking at him, his expression unreadable. Kakashi thought he saw disappointment, but there was something else, too. Insecurity maybe? Or even sadne-

“Would you like me to cook dinner while you take your shower?”, Iruka whispered, looking to the side. “I could make miso ramen.”

“That would be nice.” Kakashi liked miso ramen. Although it wasn’t at all what he wanted.

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“Kakashi?”

“M-hm?” The Jounin looked up but Iruka wasn’t looking at him and instead stirred his ramen.

“Does… does it bother you that I’m a man?”, he asked softly.

“No, it doesn’t.” Not anymore, he was finally smarter than that.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Really-really?”

“Really-really.”

“Promise?”

“Iruka.” Kakashi smiled before he leaned over the table and gave the Chuunin a small kiss. “Would I be kissing you if it bothered me?”

“I…” Iruka sighed. “I guess not.”

“See?” Kakashi gave him another kiss, and then a third.

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“Already in bed?”, Kakashi asked when he came back from the bathroom. “Are you so tired, Iruka?”

“M-hm.” The Chuunin didn’t turn to face him and snuggled deeper into the sheets, almost hiding beneath them.

“Hm. The earlier we go to bed, the longer I can have you in my arms”, Kakashi declared happily and went to join him. He slipped under the sheets and snuggled up against Iruka’s back, drawing him to his chest and wrapping his arms around his waist.

“Kakashi?”, he heard Iruka ask softly.

“M-hmmm?” He nuzzled his face into the other’s neck, sighing contently at the soft hair brushing over his face. “What is it, Iruka?”

“I… Does…” Iruka sighed. “It’s nothing. Good night.”

“Good night”, Kakashi yawned back.

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AN:
Okay, I hope I saved Tsunade from your wrath now. I see her as a nice, mother-like person who sees her shinobi as slightly annoying but adorable children, therefore the over-reaction here.

Nayru