What Brings Us Together (Naruto, Kakashi/Iruka)

“What the hell?” Iruka’s shout hurt his own ears, but that was hardly a concern compared to waking up naked in bed with Kakashi. Then he looked down at his hand and the wedding band on his finger and his voice got louder. “What the hell?”

Kakashi groaned and rolled over, covering his head with a pillow. It was such a familiar gesture that it made Iruka’s heart ache. His glare softened, but his confusion didn’t.

He slid out of bed, uncaring for his nudity. It wasn’t anything Kakashi hadn’t seen before, and very little had changed in the years since they’d broken up. Years. Plural. Years which had not, before now, included Kakashi in his bed. Given the soreness in his lower back and legs, there had been sex too. Rather vigorous sex, he guessed, wincing as he leaned down to pick up his pants and underwear and pull them on. He wouldn’t have been complaining – okay, he still would be, but for different reasons – except that he couldn’t remember sleeping with Kakashi, and he especially didn’t remember getting married.

There was a scroll on the floor and, yep, it was exactly what he thought it was – a marriage certificate signed by Tsunade herself, who was probably the only one evil enough to sign such a thing when Iruka, and likely Kakashi, had been drunk out of his mind.

What the hell had they been thinking?