Mirror, Mirror

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Chapter 6: The Rescue

Kakashi’s POV

Kurosaki stared through the now open flap of his tent. Kakashi had lifted the forehead protector from above his left eye. The Sharingan underneath whirling as he glared darkly at the orange haired man.

“Get off of him now!” Kakashi had two kunai already in hand. Kurosaki backed slowly off of Iruka with a dark smirk on his face.

“My, my, a little jealous are we. Pissed because he came to me for it instead of you.” Another kunai went flying at Kurosaki, blood droplets appeared along the cut it caused upon his cheek. Kurosaki glared at him.

“Iruka?” Iruka didn’t stir he was breathing heavily, shaking from the brutal encounter. “Iruka!” Iruka’s head snapped toward him, his tear stained face ripping right through Kakashi’s self restraint. The last kunai began to move, he didn’t care about this bastard. He had tried to rape Iruka, his Iruka. He had hurt him, already bruises were appearing on his wrists, he was shaking.

“Kakashi.” Iruka’s voice was a whisper, he half reached for Kakashi, begging him for help. Kakashi could tell he was suffering from shock. The kunai lowered but Kakashi’s eyes stayed fixed on Kurosaki as he moved towards Iruka’s shaking body. He carefully moved forward, taking Iruka’s left hand and moving it over his head so that Iruka could put his weight on Kakashi’s shoulder. He then slid his arm around Iruka’s waist and lifted him to his feet.

“If you dare touch him again, if you even look at him in a way I don’t like Kurosaki, I will kill you, I will drag you down into the world of the Sharingan and make you suffer till death takes what’s left of you” Kurosaki snarled at Kakashi’s comment, but the Jounin was already gone.

Kakashi moved quickly to a high branch overlooking the caravan. He stroked Iruka’s face gently, wiping away the last of the tears of fear that had fallen from him as he lay pinned beneath Kurosaki’s body. He was still shaking, his tan face looking frighteningly pale. Kakashi had seen a lot in his life. He had been through a multitude of battles, seen hundreds, maybe even thousands of people dead or dying. He had dealt with shock on a fairly regular basis when he was younger. During that time their country had been at war, and those new to the battle, fresh out of the academy, were often unable to deal with the initial shock of death. Even at a young age Kakashi had dealt with this problem, he would scream or slap, or even poke his fellow ninja do bring them back to the realm of the living. An easy task. But this, this was different, what should he say, what should he do, Iruka was almost raped. Kakashi continued to stroke Iruka’s face until with a soft sniffle Iruka leaned forward and wrapped his arms strongly around Kakashi’s neck, burying his head in his chest.
“Iruka, are you alright, tell me what you need. Anything and I will get, or do it for you. Do you want him dead, I will kill him for hurting you, you are…precious to me.” Kakashi was already afraid that the man would reject him and his feelings, saying that he loved him, even though now felt like the right moment, would be going to far and could possibly make the poor teacher even more unstable. Iruka shook his head no, and then looked up at Kakashi. It may have been the caring look in his eyes or the way that he began to whimper his thank you, whatever it was it made Kakashi’s body act on its own. He leaned forward and kissed him, gently, carefully tasting the brunette’s lips. (He’s not kissing back, I shouldn’t have…) Kakashi’s thoughts were stopped as he felt Iruka returning his kiss, though he could tell it was unsure, it was still filled with love and caring. Kakashi slowly pulled away, taking in a deep breath. He again began to stroke the brunettes face. He ran his thumb over his lips, and then taking his chin in his hand pulled up Iruka’s chin and kissed him gently once again, venturing farther this time.

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Iruka’s POV

He had felt so relieved to see those kunai, to lean his head back towards the opening tent and see that figure. Had Kakashi heard his partial scream? Had he worried about him and come looking when he wasn’t in his bed role resting before his tour of duty? Whatever the reason Kakashi had for coming to Kurosaki’s tent didn’t matter right now. He was there; he had saved him from Kurosaki’s brutal hands and lips, from the inevitable outcome of rape that was looming over his body. (Thank you, thank you my love). Iruka’s eyes fluttered shut slightly, blinking the remaining tears away.

Iruka’s ears were not working, his body wasn’t working, he felt as though Kurosaki’s weight was still upon him. His mind was struggling to catch up, to restart after its shutdown, its hibernation in another world were Iruka would not feel the pain or brutality of his aggressor. He could see Kakashi’s lips move, he could see the look in his eyes as he spoke to Kurosaki. (Anyone would be insane to face him, his eyes; I have never seen him with so much anger in his eyes.) Iruka tried to move his body, but was still having difficulties (what’s wrong with me, I feel disillusioned lost. But he is right there, why can’t I just get up.)

Iruka’s eyes widened as he saw the kunai begin to move, he could tell by the way Kakashi was moving his hand, the way his eyes looked (he’s going to kill him.) Iruka willed his body once more, though he hated Kurosaki disdained the man for what he had done to him, he was still a hired client, there was a better way. They needed to finish the mission to take Kurosaki to where ever it was that he needed to go. (Besides killing a man like Kurosaki was a waste of time)

“Kakashi,” Iruka managed a whisper. He got his hands to move, ever so slightly, towards Kakashi, begging him to pick from the ground and take him from the tainted tent. Kakashi had moved to his side, picked from the ground wrapping his arm around Iruka’s waist. It was a wonderful feeling, Iruka felt safe with just that single action. He vaguely registered Kakashi’s last threat before he was whisked away by Kakashi’s amazing speed.

Iruka’s head came around completely as he felt Kakashi’s hand gently stroke his cheek. He looked into his saviors eyes, they showed Iruka how much Kakashi cared, he had not covered his sharingan, a crease of worry apparent on his forehead. Kakashi leaned closer, suddenly connecting his lips to Iruka’s own. (Wait, I don’t understand, Kakashi you…) he felt Kakashi’s kiss start to waiver, he kissed back, though cautiously, he didn’t want Kakashi to break contact, he wanted those lips to remain on his.

Kakashi leaned back, breaking the soft kiss, (no please, please kiss me Kakashi, I love you) as if reading his mind Kakashi leaned in again lifting Iruka’s chin so that their lips met, (yes, this is what I want Kakashi don’t stop) Kakashi’s kiss was soft and gentle, alluring. Iruka wanted nothing more then to have Kakashi wrap his arms around him, to love him, take him as his own. (No, he’s just worried, he would never, I am not good enough for him) Iruka’s insecurities haunted him.

Iruka was once again looking into Kakashi’s eyes, his insecurities must have shown, because Kakashi looked more concerned then before. “Are you alright Iruka?” Iruka stared at him quietly. (Am I all right, is it normal for a man who was almost raped to lunge at his rescuer) “Iruka, I know that this was sudden, but please believe what I said. You are precious to me, I’ve had feelings for you for a long time, and I would do anything for you.” Kakashi’s look had become stern in a matter of moments. But Iruka didn’t really seem to notice. (Precious…feelings…Hatake Kakashi cares for me) Iruka was in shock, he had to still be in shock. (There’s no way that someone like Kakashi would, but he said…) Iruka closed his eyes and leaned into Kakashi’s body, if this was a dream, if his mind was playing tricks on him to keep him from the pain, he prayed it would never release him, that he would never wake up, his Kakashi cared for him.

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Kakashi’s POV

Kakashi gently massaged Iruka’s bottom lip with his tongue, asking, No! Begging for entrance from the delicate chuunin that now sat before him. Iruka complied, though hesitantly, Kakashi could tell that he wasn’t sure about what was happening. (Does he not feel the same, or is he still unsure about how I feel) Kakashi decided to show Iruka the way he felt, to kiss him with all the emotion he had held inside while waiting for that right moment. He deepened the kiss, gently massaging his tongue against Iruka’s.

Iruka’s mouth was sweet, warm, he gave Kakashi no resistance. But then again Kakashi had known by the way Iruka acted that he would be a uke, it was simply Iruka’s attitude, the way he moved and acted. Kakashi broke the kiss lightly, adding a few pecks for good measure before he pulled back to look into Iruka’s glazed eyes. (Well, I’m not 100% sure but the boy definitely looks like that kiss sent him to lah lah land) Kakashi was again stroking Iruka’s cheek. Then Iruka began to move, Kakashi wasn’t quite sure what he was up to until Iruka rose on his knees, and positioned himself between Kakashi’s legs, Kakashi being in a common squatting position on the branch. Iruka was getting closer to him, and he was doing it entirely of his own accord.

Kakashi’s heart thumped rather hardly in his chest, Iruka was actually initiating something, not just falling into Kakashi’s arms, which Kakashi feared as being due to the shock of Kurosaki’s attempted rape. Iruka tucked his head below Kakashi’s, his hands grasping the front of the Jounin’s shirt, he cuddled against him. “I…I have feelings for you.” If it wasn’t for Kakashi’s excellent hearing he wouldn’t have been able to tell what it was the brunette had said. Upon hearing the confession Kakashi’s eyes widened slightly, and then a small smirk crossed his lips. (All this time, and he felt the same. What kind of Jounin am I that I can’t even pick up on that.) Kakashi scolded himself for not noticing earlier. Kakashi wrapped his arms around his new found love, several year old crush, and felt quite content. This is probably the reason for his deep throated growl…..