10 meme thing
I did the first one wrong so I will expand those and did this one the right way. I have fairly eclectic music taste and it certainly showed.
Poison - Alice Cooper
Kakashi licked his stomach, addicted to the taste of his mocha flavored skin. He couldn’t help himself, even if he knew the sensei wasn’t good for him. He had to touch, he had to taste. He needed the younger man like he needed his next breath, but he wasn’t sure if the younger man was good for him. He was chained at his feet, a willing slave to Iruka’s particular poison. He moved, thrusting in just right and causing Iruka to scream out his name in pleasure and pain. He had to keep going, the sounds of broken syllables of his name falling off those lust swollen lips more addicting than any drug he had ever seen. He needed more, more, but his body couldn’t hold out against the sensei’s tight heat. He overflowed into that welcoming body, the answering shout to his own scream of pleasure blending together in the dark night. He fell forward into those welcoming arms, soft tears flowing from his eyes that were gently kissed away by those poisonous whispering lips that kept saying ‘I love you.’
Stroke - Billy Squire
The soft slow movements were killing his senses completely and efficiently. The wrap of the hand around his cock, the slow, low strokes holding him on the edge of a cliff that he desperately wanted to tumble off of. His lover though was in no hurry to let him fly. Kakashi whined deep in his throat, the bonds preventing him from moving to do anything to hasten his release. The hand not teasing his cock moved down his chest and sides, stroking his overheated flesh soothingly, keeping him relaxed and yet on edge. Kakashi wanted to squirm, but the ropes were tied to well, he couldn’t even twitch. He whined again, his eye frantically blinking beneath the blindfold. He should have felt more ashamed of being tied to the bed in such a revealing position but all he could feel was needy. He needed something to happen soon.
Strange blood - Julie Eckler
Kakashi felt the blood rising as the moon rose full over the horizon. He howled, his new yet familiarly old form so easily shifted into that he hadn’t even noticed that he now ran on four legs instead of two. But it didn’t matter, he could taste the scent of his prey upon the wind, running full tilt away from the clearing. The lust was evident, heavy in the air. Kakashi ran with joy for the running, he could sense the other’s change as well. He raced, sometimes in the trees other times upon the ground. He caught up with his mate near the lake, the waterfall a peaceful accompaniment as he reclaimed what was his in human form or wolf form.
Winter wonderland - a strange rock/rap song
Snow sucked, snow sucked badly. That was all there was to it. Iruka trudged along behind his lover, grumbling as he kept singing some badly off tune song about winter wonderlands. Iruka was cold, miserable, and still trying to figure out why in the hell his lover had thought this was a good idea. And his lover was pissing him off anyway. Iruka was bundled up in four or five layers of clothes and still freezing his cock off, but Kakashi walked around in Anbu’s version of winter gear without looking the slightest bit cold. Iruka glared at him “I hate you.”
Kakashi smiled at his tempermental lover, pulling the cloak he had wrapped around the smaller man so that the man was nestled in his arms. “I will warm you.”
Iruka sighed. “You always do”
Golden eyes - Julie Eckler
Kakashi saw those golden eyes glinting in the bazaar, a sign of his prey. His eyes slitted against the sun behind his mask. But the man was faster, slipping into the forest, hiding his tracks as best he could. But Kakashi was relentless, tracking the man through all his tricks and changes, uncaring that the man was desperate enough to turn and fight him. He slammed his fist through the clone’s chest, turning to catch the shadow that tried to escape with an evil chuckle.
“You can’t run from me, Iruka, you are mine.”
“How did you know it wasn’t me,” Iruka gestured toward where the clone stood. He was completely unconcerned about his current position.
“Your eyes are so much brighter than theirs,” the masked man whispered.
Learning to live again - Garth Brooks
Iruka glared at the door, remembering how the night had gone. He had gone out with some ninja that Kotetsu and Izumo knew. The dinner had been stilted, forced, and Iruka had smiled until his face hurt. He had laughed until his jaw hurt with the effort, but hadn’t been able to stop feeling that somehow he was betraying him. His memory was more important than this man who had sat beside him.
Iruka had allowed him one dance, and to walk him home, but he had stopped him at the door with a smile. He had given his best smile when the man, Iruka couldn’t even remember his name now, had asked if they could go out again. A simple ‘we will see, goodnight.’ And Iruka was once again in the haven of their home. He fell to his knees before the alter, his sobs tearing through his throat.
“I think that learning to live again may cause me to join you sooner than we both thought, Kakashi.”
Bad to the Bone - George Thoroughgood
Iruka drooled as Kakashi moved across the dance floor toward him. The sheer animalistic lust pouring off him was enough to make every woman in the place stare and drool. He moved like he was boneless, the sheer grace something that a tom cat would envy, that stalking walk. Iruka couldn’t remember if he could breath or not, he think he had simply stopped because it was interfereing with the brain functions involved in lust.
That pale hand stroked his cheek, those lips whispered in his ears, ‘if you pass out, I will molest you in front of everyone.’
Iruka’s legs gave out on him, the only thing holding him up was that strong arm around his waist as he was bent back over it and kissed by the inventor of that precious art form. Kakashi played him like a maestro, knowing all the moves to make as he danced him across the floor to the private dance room in back. Iruka couldn’t remember why he had protested when his lover had first suggested it. The need to be in his lover’s arms more desperate with each move.
Kakashi laughed as he finally got the sensei through the door, picking him up and teleporting home.
“Passing out from lust is bad form, beloved,” he snickered.
Life’s a dance - John Michael Montgomery
Iruka clutched the flower, plucking up his courage as he stared at the silver haired nin in the distance. He could do this, he would do this. He had let to many opportunities pass him by and the man’s recent brush with death made Iruka realize that he may not be able to say anything one of these times. The regret of not speaking outweighed the fear of rejection in his mind. Kakashi was sitting by a pool in the hospital garden. Iruka walked up and held out the flower to him with a smile that was fit to break his face.
“Hello, Kakashi”
Kakashi took the flower with a grin, “took you long enough sensei. I at least expect dinner before you take me home and fuck me senseless.”
Iruka sputtered, his face turning red but his grin much more genuine than before. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint you. Ichiraku’s?”
Eumides - Mercedes Lackey
Iruka stalked carefully toward Pein, moving carefully always staying just out of his vision. Iruka didn’t have a lot of chakra, but what he did have was patience and the need for revenge. He could feel the fury in his breast, whispering to him. He moved as the fury directed, listening to her words as she directed his movements. The tag in his hand being charged with his anger and pain. Vengeance would be his he swore this on his blood and pain. He didn’t know where she had come and had no clue what this Terra that she whispered of was, all he knew was that the god’s had answered his pleas.
He slammed his fist into Pein’s face, hearing the cry of pain from the man and the fury’s resultant triumphant cry. Warm arms embraced him as he joined his lover in heaven, content to know that Pein was in hell.
Raucous, Rude, and Rowdy - Mercedes Lackey
The chunin grinned, raising his beer to the anbu even as they sang. The song making fun of the stuck up anbu, enjoying the glares as the chunins sang half drunk and full of courage. They were the crows tonight, partying it up and leaving the fighting to the real men. But that was okay, they would be cowards tonight. It suited the mood.
“we’re foremost at a party and rearmost in the war. And if you think you’re tougher, we will just stay here on the floor.”
Iruka felt warm hard arms wrap around his waist pulling him away from the other singers, the warm lips amused against his ear.
“I like it when you are on the floor.”
“Shouldn’t you still be masked, oh great Hound.”
“Nope, my shifts over, time to molest uppity chunin,” the amused voice answered.
“Ah,” the chunin smiled. “But we weren’t done singing.”
“Oh sensei, considering that the anbu in question are already claiming their lover’s as well, I think you are.”
Iruka watched as Hawk, Owl, and Eagle grabbed their errant lovers, throwing them over their shoulder and justsuing away.
“I love you,” Iruka whispered hopefully.
“You still are paying with your ass,” the amused voice told him as the wind swirled once and they were gone
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The messed up ones
Song 1: How can we be lovers if we can’t be friends. How can we start over when the fighting never ends? Baby, How can we make love when we can’t make amends. How can we be lovers if we can’t be, can’t be friends.
Kakashi sighed, picking up the broken pieces of the cup he had thrown in anger. He and Iruka had fought again over something so totally stupid again. He swept the glass of the floor, cursing his own bloody temper. He hadn’t meant to throw the cup at the man, but his temper had snapped and for a single unforgettable second he had seen red. Iruka hadn’t moved though, just stared at him in amazement as the cup had shattered half a foot away from his head. He clenched his hands in anger at himself.
Iruka walked into the room again, noting his lover’s posture and sighed. “Kakashi,” he whispered.
Kakashi looked up, slightly guilty and very afraid of what his lover would say. Iruka knelt down beside him, covering those clenched hands with his own. “It is alright beloved. I know you didn’t mean it.”
Kakashi dropped his head again as Iruka forgave him again. It was always the same thing, and he knew that he really needed to break the cycle. Iruka slipped a card into his hand. Kakashi stared at the name of a well-known therapist in Konoha. She specialized in ninjas and mission trauma.
“Please,” was all Iruka said. Kakashi nodded. The smile on Iruka’s face was worth it. Besides, if Kakashi was honest with himself, he knew that he really needed the help. Before the next time he failed to come down from mission nerves and truly hurt his lover. He didn’t think he could live with himself if that happened. It was hard enough with just the shattered cup. That would shatter his heart.
Song 2: You can look at the menu but you just can’t eat. You can feel the cushions but you can’t have a seat. You can dip your foot in the pool but you can’t have a swim. You can feel the punishment but you can’t commit the sin. And you want her and she wants you. We want everyone. And you want her and she wants you. No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
Iruka watched Kakashi with veiled longing. He had wanted the jounin for so long but he had never been able to say it. The Jounin was too far out of his reach. Their eyes met and they shared a mutual understanding. Oh Iruka knew well that Kakashi wanted him as well.
Then she came in, and Kakashi masked his feelings well. Iruka supposed she knew that Kakashi didn’t love her and never would. She was simply a means to insure that his bloodline carried on. But that didn’t mean that he would hurt her by taking another lover. And Iruka would have refused anyway even if killed him.
No one really was to blame for their situation. Unless you counted the old coots on the council. But Iruka understood why they had ordered what they did. The Hatake line was too important to be lost.
They left together, her belly distended with the child they had made. Iruka closed his eyes and he would have wished but Iruka was a practical man. He turned back to his reports.
Song 3: She's like the wind through my tree. She rides the night next to me. She leads me through moonlight Only to burn me with the sun. She's taken my heart But she doesn't know what she's done.
Iruka watched Kakashi as he danced with another in the bar. The man moved through the dance like he was born without bones, the grace so natural that no other could compete with him. Iruka certainly didn’t try. He always felt like he was a wooden soldier when he danced with him. He couldn’t help it. There were very few who could match that man’s grace. He was the wind, dancing through the trees making the leaves tremble with his teasing touch but never staying long in one place.
The song ended and Kakashi bowed slightly to his partner before flitting away again. Iruka wanted to laugh at her disappointed expression but he understood her pain too well. He didn’t jump when Kakashi suddenly reappeared at his side, he had just changed his mind when he started to get up that was all. He felt Kakashi’s lips just brush his cheek, a soft whisper in his ear.
“No need to look so forlorn, I will dance with you if you wish.”
Iruka gave Kakashi a look he hoped masked his sadness as he declined. He wanted to dance with the man but he knew what he would look like on the floor. He had heard others comment to it before. Kakashi just shrugged and flitted away again to another willing partner. He unknowingly took Iruka’s heart with him. Iruka called for another drink, intending on drinking away his pain. Instead, a gloved hand caught his and silver hair shook his head to the bartender. Iruka found himself pulled up out of his seat as the jounin maneuvered them both to the door.
“We didn’t have to leave,” Iruka protested. “You could have stayed and danced.”
Kakashi just shook his head, a soft smile on his face. “But you wouldn’t have danced with me.” Iruka frowned at him, trying to pull them back toward the bar but the other man’s grip was relentless. “It is time to go home, beloved,” Kakashi chided. “So I can sooth away that sadness in your eyes until you forget whatever it is that you are thinking and only think of me.”
“I only ever think of you,” Iruka retorted, though his voice was low and sighing.
“Maybe that’s the problem,” Kakashi said. “You are always thinking about me, but you don’t ever think about taking what you want.”
Iruka tilted his head curiously at the older man. “And what is it I want.”
“To dance with me.” Kakashi laughed. “But you are so worried about how others will see me if you did.”
“I can’t dance,” Iruka protested, “and don’t try and tell me I can. I heard what other’s have said about me when we dance together.”
Kakashi’s single eye went hard as he stopped and glared at the chuunin, “I don’t give a damn about their jealousy,” he hissed. “You are the one I want to dance with, no one else.” He cut off Iruka’s protest before it even started. “I hate watching you sit there and try and drink your sorrow away. I would rather not go if I have to watch that every time.”
Iruka looked guilty. He thought he had hid it well, but apparently he had failed miserably. He opened his mouth to apologize only to have it die as it was born when Kakashi’s hard mouth descended upon his. He was pleasantly confused when a warm soft voice whispered in his ear.
“You are my wind.”
Song 3: Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday) Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
The blood lay thick upon the ground. Dark and oozing red as the rubble seemed to bled from gaping wounds. That was what Kakashi used to find the bodies of the missing. The red stained wreckage marked each person’s unintentional grave. He worked quickly and methodically, his dogs searching for signs of the fallen under the pile.
Men, women, children, none had been spared. The chaos in Konoha had been great. He himself had lain beneath that rubble for a bit before he had been saved. Now he prayed that he didn’t come across a familiar face in the rubble, his life crushed from him. A baby’s cry from beneath a fallen building had him sprinting to the source, the dogs frantically digging there already. Kakashi was too depleted to use chakra so he had to dig her out the old fashioned way but it was worth it when the little 2 month old girl was uncovered, unharmed from beneath what was left of her home. The parents had not faired so well, but the baby’s crib had fallen in such a way that it had shielded her from the crushing rubble.
Kakashi took her to the hospital, the small life giving him hope. He walked in through the panicking citizens, their loved ones being worked on as quickly as the medical staff could help them. Kakashi sighed, knowing that no one here would be available to take one so young and care for her. He pursed his lips to think. He nodded to himself, seeking out the Hokage for permission. Tsunade had frowned when he had shown her the baby but had quickly agreed with his plan. Handing him a baby bag of supplies she waved him away as she went toward her next patient. She paused to give him some news that made his heart soar.
“He’s with the children at the academy. His leg is broken, but otherwise he is fine.”
Kakashi almost skipped out of the building in happiness. A quick trip to anbu housing which luckily hadn’t been damaged and his luck held out when the two men he was looking for were home, taking a few hours of quick rest before they were required to be on guard duty again. Kakashi just grinned, handed over the bundle of joy and the bag. At the strange quizzical looks from the men, he simply said.
“The stork was running late and commissioned me to deliver the baby to her rightful parents.” He bowed and raced back down the stairs with a grin ignoring the confused shouts for an explanation behind him. He had a chunin to molest before he returned to his body finding duties.
Song 4: What if God was one of us. Just a slob like one of us. Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Kakashi was pretty certain that Iruka was god. He would tell you if you asked that Iruka was god too. But usually it involved way too much information and Iruka beating the hell out of him for opening his mouth. However, when Kakashi lay on his back, his legs wrapped around Iruka’s waist as his mind was completely blown away by the man above him that was when he knew that Iruka was god.
Song 5: You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you. You’re so vain, I bet you think this song is about you. Don’t you.
Iruka watched Kakashi flirting with another woman in the mission room and he could only sigh. He remembered when he had been the one that held the man’s eye. Kakashi had sworn that he would always be Iruka’s but as his fame grew he slowly began to walk away from the young chunin. The women falling at his feet, the men willing to sleep with him; Kakashi hadn’t been able to resist.
Iruka couldn’t even find it in his heart to be mad at him anymore. He couldn’t blame Kakashi for wanting all that beauty instead of the poor scarred chunin. He smiled, that soft sad smile that had been on his face ever since he had last saw the nin. Kakashi hadn’t really said goodbye as he had just simply quit showing up one day. Iruka didn’t ask, he didn’t want Kakashi to say those words to him that would truly make it final. He still had a few of Kakashi’s things at his home. He kept meaning to pick them up and give them back to the older man but he couldn’t bring himself to admit that he wasn’t coming home. He stood up to go to the filing room, oblivious to the single eye that followed him with longing and regret.
Song 6: So you write me that song now, piano-man, please. And sing it out often, and loud. So they all know the story of one kind of hero, The kind to make anyone proud. For some kinds of heroes are lunkheads like me Who only do what they are told. And some kind of heroes are out for the glory, They’re heroes on purpose, and cold. And some become heroes from bravery, sure, And some, just because all is lost. But a few are the heroes like Molly and Jed, Who just give without counting the costs.
Kakashi watched the monitors as they carefully kept their silent watch over the sleeping man. He seemed to will himself to believe that as long as he watched them, Iruka’s life would keep going. Kakashi just had to will those little lines to keep going up and down showing that Iruka’s heart was still beating.
Iruka was so selfless sometimes. He didn’t stop to think about cause and consequences, he just dove in wholeheartedly believing that he had to try. One chunin against an S rank missing nin had been insane, but Iruka couldn’t back down and leave that village undefended. The anbu team had arrived to see the chunin still fighting, miraculously still standing despite his numerous wounds. It was only when the anbu had stepped between them that he had finally stopped. They managed to bring him home alive, but just barely.
Kakashi held that warm hand, his eyes firmly fixed on the monitor. Iruka would be fine, he would make that monitor say so. He was so focused he failed to realize that Iruka’s eyes were open and had been staring at him for a while, amusement written in those tired orbs.
Song 8: You made up your mind it was time it was over after we had come so far. I think there's enough pieces of forgiveness somewhere in my broken heart (sequel to 5.)
Kakashi stared at the box of things on his front porch, his heart finally shattering from the guilt and pain. He had in a fit of jealousy finally told the chunin that he had been over him for a long time. But as Kakashi stared at the box, he knew he had been lying. He picked it up, turning away from his own door to return to the chunin’s. He didn’t say anything, just left it on the front porch to retreat to a tree he used to sit in to watch the man in the evenings. That window that Iruka had always called him in from the dark was now shut and locked and Kakashi could feel the pain of that small thing breaking him.
Iruka came home and stared at the box with a mixture of disbelief and confusion. He picked it up, his hand automatically opening the door and he stepped through. As he kicked off his shoes walking into the living room he could feel the familiar presence in the tree outside. He sat the box down on the table, taking a deep breath. The hurt and pain were still there. Those angry words had nearly destroyed him. But this box and that presence made him think that maybe there was something he had missed. Searching his heart, he realized that his actions were already a forgone conclusion.
Walking to the window, he opened it again and held out his hand. The jounin crashed into him sending them both tumbling to the floor as he held on for dear life, his body trembling as he tried to control his sobs. Iruka smiled, stroking his hair as he stared out at the night sky. Maybe forgiveness wouldn’t be that hard after all.
Poison - Alice Cooper
Kakashi licked his stomach, addicted to the taste of his mocha flavored skin. He couldn’t help himself, even if he knew the sensei wasn’t good for him. He had to touch, he had to taste. He needed the younger man like he needed his next breath, but he wasn’t sure if the younger man was good for him. He was chained at his feet, a willing slave to Iruka’s particular poison. He moved, thrusting in just right and causing Iruka to scream out his name in pleasure and pain. He had to keep going, the sounds of broken syllables of his name falling off those lust swollen lips more addicting than any drug he had ever seen. He needed more, more, but his body couldn’t hold out against the sensei’s tight heat. He overflowed into that welcoming body, the answering shout to his own scream of pleasure blending together in the dark night. He fell forward into those welcoming arms, soft tears flowing from his eyes that were gently kissed away by those poisonous whispering lips that kept saying ‘I love you.’
Stroke - Billy Squire
The soft slow movements were killing his senses completely and efficiently. The wrap of the hand around his cock, the slow, low strokes holding him on the edge of a cliff that he desperately wanted to tumble off of. His lover though was in no hurry to let him fly. Kakashi whined deep in his throat, the bonds preventing him from moving to do anything to hasten his release. The hand not teasing his cock moved down his chest and sides, stroking his overheated flesh soothingly, keeping him relaxed and yet on edge. Kakashi wanted to squirm, but the ropes were tied to well, he couldn’t even twitch. He whined again, his eye frantically blinking beneath the blindfold. He should have felt more ashamed of being tied to the bed in such a revealing position but all he could feel was needy. He needed something to happen soon.
Strange blood - Julie Eckler
Kakashi felt the blood rising as the moon rose full over the horizon. He howled, his new yet familiarly old form so easily shifted into that he hadn’t even noticed that he now ran on four legs instead of two. But it didn’t matter, he could taste the scent of his prey upon the wind, running full tilt away from the clearing. The lust was evident, heavy in the air. Kakashi ran with joy for the running, he could sense the other’s change as well. He raced, sometimes in the trees other times upon the ground. He caught up with his mate near the lake, the waterfall a peaceful accompaniment as he reclaimed what was his in human form or wolf form.
Winter wonderland - a strange rock/rap song
Snow sucked, snow sucked badly. That was all there was to it. Iruka trudged along behind his lover, grumbling as he kept singing some badly off tune song about winter wonderlands. Iruka was cold, miserable, and still trying to figure out why in the hell his lover had thought this was a good idea. And his lover was pissing him off anyway. Iruka was bundled up in four or five layers of clothes and still freezing his cock off, but Kakashi walked around in Anbu’s version of winter gear without looking the slightest bit cold. Iruka glared at him “I hate you.”
Kakashi smiled at his tempermental lover, pulling the cloak he had wrapped around the smaller man so that the man was nestled in his arms. “I will warm you.”
Iruka sighed. “You always do”
Golden eyes - Julie Eckler
Kakashi saw those golden eyes glinting in the bazaar, a sign of his prey. His eyes slitted against the sun behind his mask. But the man was faster, slipping into the forest, hiding his tracks as best he could. But Kakashi was relentless, tracking the man through all his tricks and changes, uncaring that the man was desperate enough to turn and fight him. He slammed his fist through the clone’s chest, turning to catch the shadow that tried to escape with an evil chuckle.
“You can’t run from me, Iruka, you are mine.”
“How did you know it wasn’t me,” Iruka gestured toward where the clone stood. He was completely unconcerned about his current position.
“Your eyes are so much brighter than theirs,” the masked man whispered.
Learning to live again - Garth Brooks
Iruka glared at the door, remembering how the night had gone. He had gone out with some ninja that Kotetsu and Izumo knew. The dinner had been stilted, forced, and Iruka had smiled until his face hurt. He had laughed until his jaw hurt with the effort, but hadn’t been able to stop feeling that somehow he was betraying him. His memory was more important than this man who had sat beside him.
Iruka had allowed him one dance, and to walk him home, but he had stopped him at the door with a smile. He had given his best smile when the man, Iruka couldn’t even remember his name now, had asked if they could go out again. A simple ‘we will see, goodnight.’ And Iruka was once again in the haven of their home. He fell to his knees before the alter, his sobs tearing through his throat.
“I think that learning to live again may cause me to join you sooner than we both thought, Kakashi.”
Bad to the Bone - George Thoroughgood
Iruka drooled as Kakashi moved across the dance floor toward him. The sheer animalistic lust pouring off him was enough to make every woman in the place stare and drool. He moved like he was boneless, the sheer grace something that a tom cat would envy, that stalking walk. Iruka couldn’t remember if he could breath or not, he think he had simply stopped because it was interfereing with the brain functions involved in lust.
That pale hand stroked his cheek, those lips whispered in his ears, ‘if you pass out, I will molest you in front of everyone.’
Iruka’s legs gave out on him, the only thing holding him up was that strong arm around his waist as he was bent back over it and kissed by the inventor of that precious art form. Kakashi played him like a maestro, knowing all the moves to make as he danced him across the floor to the private dance room in back. Iruka couldn’t remember why he had protested when his lover had first suggested it. The need to be in his lover’s arms more desperate with each move.
Kakashi laughed as he finally got the sensei through the door, picking him up and teleporting home.
“Passing out from lust is bad form, beloved,” he snickered.
Life’s a dance - John Michael Montgomery
Iruka clutched the flower, plucking up his courage as he stared at the silver haired nin in the distance. He could do this, he would do this. He had let to many opportunities pass him by and the man’s recent brush with death made Iruka realize that he may not be able to say anything one of these times. The regret of not speaking outweighed the fear of rejection in his mind. Kakashi was sitting by a pool in the hospital garden. Iruka walked up and held out the flower to him with a smile that was fit to break his face.
“Hello, Kakashi”
Kakashi took the flower with a grin, “took you long enough sensei. I at least expect dinner before you take me home and fuck me senseless.”
Iruka sputtered, his face turning red but his grin much more genuine than before. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint you. Ichiraku’s?”
Eumides - Mercedes Lackey
Iruka stalked carefully toward Pein, moving carefully always staying just out of his vision. Iruka didn’t have a lot of chakra, but what he did have was patience and the need for revenge. He could feel the fury in his breast, whispering to him. He moved as the fury directed, listening to her words as she directed his movements. The tag in his hand being charged with his anger and pain. Vengeance would be his he swore this on his blood and pain. He didn’t know where she had come and had no clue what this Terra that she whispered of was, all he knew was that the god’s had answered his pleas.
He slammed his fist into Pein’s face, hearing the cry of pain from the man and the fury’s resultant triumphant cry. Warm arms embraced him as he joined his lover in heaven, content to know that Pein was in hell.
Raucous, Rude, and Rowdy - Mercedes Lackey
The chunin grinned, raising his beer to the anbu even as they sang. The song making fun of the stuck up anbu, enjoying the glares as the chunins sang half drunk and full of courage. They were the crows tonight, partying it up and leaving the fighting to the real men. But that was okay, they would be cowards tonight. It suited the mood.
“we’re foremost at a party and rearmost in the war. And if you think you’re tougher, we will just stay here on the floor.”
Iruka felt warm hard arms wrap around his waist pulling him away from the other singers, the warm lips amused against his ear.
“I like it when you are on the floor.”
“Shouldn’t you still be masked, oh great Hound.”
“Nope, my shifts over, time to molest uppity chunin,” the amused voice answered.
“Ah,” the chunin smiled. “But we weren’t done singing.”
“Oh sensei, considering that the anbu in question are already claiming their lover’s as well, I think you are.”
Iruka watched as Hawk, Owl, and Eagle grabbed their errant lovers, throwing them over their shoulder and justsuing away.
“I love you,” Iruka whispered hopefully.
“You still are paying with your ass,” the amused voice told him as the wind swirled once and they were gone
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The messed up ones
Song 1: How can we be lovers if we can’t be friends. How can we start over when the fighting never ends? Baby, How can we make love when we can’t make amends. How can we be lovers if we can’t be, can’t be friends.
Kakashi sighed, picking up the broken pieces of the cup he had thrown in anger. He and Iruka had fought again over something so totally stupid again. He swept the glass of the floor, cursing his own bloody temper. He hadn’t meant to throw the cup at the man, but his temper had snapped and for a single unforgettable second he had seen red. Iruka hadn’t moved though, just stared at him in amazement as the cup had shattered half a foot away from his head. He clenched his hands in anger at himself.
Iruka walked into the room again, noting his lover’s posture and sighed. “Kakashi,” he whispered.
Kakashi looked up, slightly guilty and very afraid of what his lover would say. Iruka knelt down beside him, covering those clenched hands with his own. “It is alright beloved. I know you didn’t mean it.”
Kakashi dropped his head again as Iruka forgave him again. It was always the same thing, and he knew that he really needed to break the cycle. Iruka slipped a card into his hand. Kakashi stared at the name of a well-known therapist in Konoha. She specialized in ninjas and mission trauma.
“Please,” was all Iruka said. Kakashi nodded. The smile on Iruka’s face was worth it. Besides, if Kakashi was honest with himself, he knew that he really needed the help. Before the next time he failed to come down from mission nerves and truly hurt his lover. He didn’t think he could live with himself if that happened. It was hard enough with just the shattered cup. That would shatter his heart.
Song 2: You can look at the menu but you just can’t eat. You can feel the cushions but you can’t have a seat. You can dip your foot in the pool but you can’t have a swim. You can feel the punishment but you can’t commit the sin. And you want her and she wants you. We want everyone. And you want her and she wants you. No one, no one, no one ever is to blame
Iruka watched Kakashi with veiled longing. He had wanted the jounin for so long but he had never been able to say it. The Jounin was too far out of his reach. Their eyes met and they shared a mutual understanding. Oh Iruka knew well that Kakashi wanted him as well.
Then she came in, and Kakashi masked his feelings well. Iruka supposed she knew that Kakashi didn’t love her and never would. She was simply a means to insure that his bloodline carried on. But that didn’t mean that he would hurt her by taking another lover. And Iruka would have refused anyway even if killed him.
No one really was to blame for their situation. Unless you counted the old coots on the council. But Iruka understood why they had ordered what they did. The Hatake line was too important to be lost.
They left together, her belly distended with the child they had made. Iruka closed his eyes and he would have wished but Iruka was a practical man. He turned back to his reports.
Song 3: She's like the wind through my tree. She rides the night next to me. She leads me through moonlight Only to burn me with the sun. She's taken my heart But she doesn't know what she's done.
Iruka watched Kakashi as he danced with another in the bar. The man moved through the dance like he was born without bones, the grace so natural that no other could compete with him. Iruka certainly didn’t try. He always felt like he was a wooden soldier when he danced with him. He couldn’t help it. There were very few who could match that man’s grace. He was the wind, dancing through the trees making the leaves tremble with his teasing touch but never staying long in one place.
The song ended and Kakashi bowed slightly to his partner before flitting away again. Iruka wanted to laugh at her disappointed expression but he understood her pain too well. He didn’t jump when Kakashi suddenly reappeared at his side, he had just changed his mind when he started to get up that was all. He felt Kakashi’s lips just brush his cheek, a soft whisper in his ear.
“No need to look so forlorn, I will dance with you if you wish.”
Iruka gave Kakashi a look he hoped masked his sadness as he declined. He wanted to dance with the man but he knew what he would look like on the floor. He had heard others comment to it before. Kakashi just shrugged and flitted away again to another willing partner. He unknowingly took Iruka’s heart with him. Iruka called for another drink, intending on drinking away his pain. Instead, a gloved hand caught his and silver hair shook his head to the bartender. Iruka found himself pulled up out of his seat as the jounin maneuvered them both to the door.
“We didn’t have to leave,” Iruka protested. “You could have stayed and danced.”
Kakashi just shook his head, a soft smile on his face. “But you wouldn’t have danced with me.” Iruka frowned at him, trying to pull them back toward the bar but the other man’s grip was relentless. “It is time to go home, beloved,” Kakashi chided. “So I can sooth away that sadness in your eyes until you forget whatever it is that you are thinking and only think of me.”
“I only ever think of you,” Iruka retorted, though his voice was low and sighing.
“Maybe that’s the problem,” Kakashi said. “You are always thinking about me, but you don’t ever think about taking what you want.”
Iruka tilted his head curiously at the older man. “And what is it I want.”
“To dance with me.” Kakashi laughed. “But you are so worried about how others will see me if you did.”
“I can’t dance,” Iruka protested, “and don’t try and tell me I can. I heard what other’s have said about me when we dance together.”
Kakashi’s single eye went hard as he stopped and glared at the chuunin, “I don’t give a damn about their jealousy,” he hissed. “You are the one I want to dance with, no one else.” He cut off Iruka’s protest before it even started. “I hate watching you sit there and try and drink your sorrow away. I would rather not go if I have to watch that every time.”
Iruka looked guilty. He thought he had hid it well, but apparently he had failed miserably. He opened his mouth to apologize only to have it die as it was born when Kakashi’s hard mouth descended upon his. He was pleasantly confused when a warm soft voice whispered in his ear.
“You are my wind.”
Song 3: Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday) Sunday, bloody sunday (sunday, bloody sunday)
The blood lay thick upon the ground. Dark and oozing red as the rubble seemed to bled from gaping wounds. That was what Kakashi used to find the bodies of the missing. The red stained wreckage marked each person’s unintentional grave. He worked quickly and methodically, his dogs searching for signs of the fallen under the pile.
Men, women, children, none had been spared. The chaos in Konoha had been great. He himself had lain beneath that rubble for a bit before he had been saved. Now he prayed that he didn’t come across a familiar face in the rubble, his life crushed from him. A baby’s cry from beneath a fallen building had him sprinting to the source, the dogs frantically digging there already. Kakashi was too depleted to use chakra so he had to dig her out the old fashioned way but it was worth it when the little 2 month old girl was uncovered, unharmed from beneath what was left of her home. The parents had not faired so well, but the baby’s crib had fallen in such a way that it had shielded her from the crushing rubble.
Kakashi took her to the hospital, the small life giving him hope. He walked in through the panicking citizens, their loved ones being worked on as quickly as the medical staff could help them. Kakashi sighed, knowing that no one here would be available to take one so young and care for her. He pursed his lips to think. He nodded to himself, seeking out the Hokage for permission. Tsunade had frowned when he had shown her the baby but had quickly agreed with his plan. Handing him a baby bag of supplies she waved him away as she went toward her next patient. She paused to give him some news that made his heart soar.
“He’s with the children at the academy. His leg is broken, but otherwise he is fine.”
Kakashi almost skipped out of the building in happiness. A quick trip to anbu housing which luckily hadn’t been damaged and his luck held out when the two men he was looking for were home, taking a few hours of quick rest before they were required to be on guard duty again. Kakashi just grinned, handed over the bundle of joy and the bag. At the strange quizzical looks from the men, he simply said.
“The stork was running late and commissioned me to deliver the baby to her rightful parents.” He bowed and raced back down the stairs with a grin ignoring the confused shouts for an explanation behind him. He had a chunin to molest before he returned to his body finding duties.
Song 4: What if God was one of us. Just a slob like one of us. Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home
Kakashi was pretty certain that Iruka was god. He would tell you if you asked that Iruka was god too. But usually it involved way too much information and Iruka beating the hell out of him for opening his mouth. However, when Kakashi lay on his back, his legs wrapped around Iruka’s waist as his mind was completely blown away by the man above him that was when he knew that Iruka was god.
Song 5: You’re so vain, you probably think this song is about you. You’re so vain, I bet you think this song is about you. Don’t you.
Iruka watched Kakashi flirting with another woman in the mission room and he could only sigh. He remembered when he had been the one that held the man’s eye. Kakashi had sworn that he would always be Iruka’s but as his fame grew he slowly began to walk away from the young chunin. The women falling at his feet, the men willing to sleep with him; Kakashi hadn’t been able to resist.
Iruka couldn’t even find it in his heart to be mad at him anymore. He couldn’t blame Kakashi for wanting all that beauty instead of the poor scarred chunin. He smiled, that soft sad smile that had been on his face ever since he had last saw the nin. Kakashi hadn’t really said goodbye as he had just simply quit showing up one day. Iruka didn’t ask, he didn’t want Kakashi to say those words to him that would truly make it final. He still had a few of Kakashi’s things at his home. He kept meaning to pick them up and give them back to the older man but he couldn’t bring himself to admit that he wasn’t coming home. He stood up to go to the filing room, oblivious to the single eye that followed him with longing and regret.
Song 6: So you write me that song now, piano-man, please. And sing it out often, and loud. So they all know the story of one kind of hero, The kind to make anyone proud. For some kinds of heroes are lunkheads like me Who only do what they are told. And some kind of heroes are out for the glory, They’re heroes on purpose, and cold. And some become heroes from bravery, sure, And some, just because all is lost. But a few are the heroes like Molly and Jed, Who just give without counting the costs.
Kakashi watched the monitors as they carefully kept their silent watch over the sleeping man. He seemed to will himself to believe that as long as he watched them, Iruka’s life would keep going. Kakashi just had to will those little lines to keep going up and down showing that Iruka’s heart was still beating.
Iruka was so selfless sometimes. He didn’t stop to think about cause and consequences, he just dove in wholeheartedly believing that he had to try. One chunin against an S rank missing nin had been insane, but Iruka couldn’t back down and leave that village undefended. The anbu team had arrived to see the chunin still fighting, miraculously still standing despite his numerous wounds. It was only when the anbu had stepped between them that he had finally stopped. They managed to bring him home alive, but just barely.
Kakashi held that warm hand, his eyes firmly fixed on the monitor. Iruka would be fine, he would make that monitor say so. He was so focused he failed to realize that Iruka’s eyes were open and had been staring at him for a while, amusement written in those tired orbs.
Song 8: You made up your mind it was time it was over after we had come so far. I think there's enough pieces of forgiveness somewhere in my broken heart (sequel to 5.)
Kakashi stared at the box of things on his front porch, his heart finally shattering from the guilt and pain. He had in a fit of jealousy finally told the chunin that he had been over him for a long time. But as Kakashi stared at the box, he knew he had been lying. He picked it up, turning away from his own door to return to the chunin’s. He didn’t say anything, just left it on the front porch to retreat to a tree he used to sit in to watch the man in the evenings. That window that Iruka had always called him in from the dark was now shut and locked and Kakashi could feel the pain of that small thing breaking him.
Iruka came home and stared at the box with a mixture of disbelief and confusion. He picked it up, his hand automatically opening the door and he stepped through. As he kicked off his shoes walking into the living room he could feel the familiar presence in the tree outside. He sat the box down on the table, taking a deep breath. The hurt and pain were still there. Those angry words had nearly destroyed him. But this box and that presence made him think that maybe there was something he had missed. Searching his heart, he realized that his actions were already a forgone conclusion.
Walking to the window, he opened it again and held out his hand. The jounin crashed into him sending them both tumbling to the floor as he held on for dear life, his body trembling as he tried to control his sobs. Iruka smiled, stroking his hair as he stared out at the night sky. Maybe forgiveness wouldn’t be that hard after all.