Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka
Characters: Hatake Kakashi, Umino Iruka, Sarutobi Hiruzen, Mizuki
Additional Tags: BDSM, Spanking, Community: kakairu_fest
Iruka’s last mission left two team members dead and the guilt from their deaths is slowly destroying him. Kakashi views his attraction to Iruka unhealthy and must decide between giving in to his feelings or letting Iruka fall prey to his guilt.
The noise of battle was like a fly’s nagging buzz, keeping him from slipping into oblivion. They’d been ambushed. He’d heard a child crying. He’d rushed in, sprung the trap. The trees had come alive and attacked them, killing Mika before the enemy nin had a chance to. Sakuya hadn’t been so lucky. Their team leader, Hatake Kakashi, had arrived before the enemy could do the same to Iruka. Small blessings. Infinitesimally small. Kakashi had sent one of his dogs for help, though he didn’t seem to need it.
Iruka had always respected Kakashi. He’d nearly had a heart attack when he’d learned that Kakashi was leading them on this mission, certain that he was going to screw up. He had, but a heart attack wouldn’t be what killed him. Rapid blood loss was the current high contender, followed closely by collateral damage from the ongoing fight. His vision was getting blurry but he thought two more green-clad ninja had joined to fight the ones in black. It was hard to tell. All he could see was Kakashi.
The man was a legend among the village, and Iruka now knew why. He was perfect. Fluid, graceful, powerful, deadly. The enemy didn’t stand a chance. Iruka knew he should be horrified but he couldn’t look away, not even when Kakashi’s hand went through one of the enemy ninja, creating a plate-sized hole in the man’s chest. A drop of blood landed on Iruka’s cheek and rolled down, tracing a path parallel to where his tears had fallen earlier. He was out of tears for now but he could still feel them staining his cheeks, marks of his own weakness.
It was getting harder to see the fight. More figures joined in, occasionally stepping between him and Kakashi, blocking his view. He sensed someone kneel next to him, felt the faint disturbance their chakra made as it came close and attempted to identify friend or foe. He was too drained to get more than a vague sense of presence. Something moved in front of his face – a hand, likely – but he couldn’t blink. His eyes were frozen straight ahead, pointed towards Kakashi.
He wondered if they thought he was dead.