Title: As You Wish, General
Rating: PG-13 for now (will be NC-17 when I finish the lemon)
Summary: Set before Chapter 515 in the manga. Tomorrow, General Kakashi will lead his troops to war. But Iruka has to stay behind. (one-shot)
A/N: This is set a little before chapter 515, before the joint shinobi army has assembled and organized into their battle groups. I got the inspiration for this from reading chapter 515, when Kakashi is introduced as General over Division 3 of the joint army. Now, I have no idea whether Iruka actually stays in Konoha or not, so just go with it. Anyways, doesn’t “General Kakashi” just sound so hot?
I’m still working on my full length fic, “Perfect Theology”, but I’ve hit some more writer’s block, so I wrote this for practice and some fun. I find it kind of a challenge to properly depict Kakashi, simply because he’s such a convoluted characters. Some writers depict him silly, perverted, and a complete joker, while others might make him more serious, harsh, and introverted. But whatever your favorite flavor of Kakashi, I hope you enjoy this, my first one-shot. Hehehe.
Warning: KakaIru, citrusy, maybe a little spoilers for those who haven’t read this far in the manga. I’ve rated this a little high to be safe.
Rain fell heavily from the dark and cloudy sky. It poured over muddy roads and streets, many still being re-paved from Pain’s invasion. Most of Konoha was now asleep, almost all worn out from rebuilding homes, businesses, and the Academy. Some slept a little uneasily, for tomorrow was approaching. Tomorrow, most of the Leaf’s shinobi would be leaving. A few groups would stay to safeguard the non-combatant citizens and fortify the village. The rest, however, would be marching off to war tomorrow morning.
So understandably, a few individuals were still awake, apprehensive. And one of these individuals was Iruka.
He stood at the window, watching the rain fall mercilessly over the Konoha. Tomorrow, many of his friends, comrades, and students would depart. He couldn’t help but think that tomorrow might be the last time he would see some of them. He couldn’t help but turn and look at the person sleeping peacefully in his bed, wondering if…
The man turned back to the window abruptly, feeling a sudden, great sadness wash over him. It was so unfair! He understood the reasoning, but the Chuunin couldn’t help but feel as if he had been snubbed by fate. He’d lived with the shinobi code of duty, honor, and self-sacrifice all his life, but thinking of it didn’t help detract from his sorrow and his frustration.
Iruka slapped a hand against the pane of glass, instantly feeling the chill of the outside seep into his skin. He was useless, he was unable to help in any way that was –
“Ruka?” Pale hands slid over his shaking shoulders, before warm arms wrapped themselves tightly around his waist. Iruka felt smooth lips nuzzle the back of his neck. “Why are you still up?” Kakashi gently lifted the hand Iruka still had pressed against the window, warming it with his own hand. The younger man said nothing at first, and Kakashi didn’t push. He’d expected this sooner or later.
“I should be going with you.”
The Jounin barely heard the answer, but he tightened his arms around the other man. “You’re safer here.”
Iruka instantly began to struggle in the Copy Ninja’s hold, speaking louder this time. “I don’t want to be safe!” He managed to turn and face the older man. “I should be fighting too! I shouldn’t be sitting here, doing nothing while everyone else risks their lives!” Vaguely, he was aware that he was almost shouting. However, Iruka couldn’t help it. All the anger and raw emotion held in check for so long refused to be contained any longer. He’d been bottling it up inside ever since that day in the Hokage’s office. When Tsunade had informed Kakashi he’d be leading a division into battle. When she’d told Iruka he’d be staying behind.
Actually ‘told’ was probably an inaccurate word. She’d had to order Iruka to stay.
Quite abruptly, Kakashi’s hands suddenly shot up, grabbing Iruka by the face. Before the younger man could react, the Jounin leaned in, closing the distance between their lips. He started to protest, but the firm kiss stopped whatever else Iruka had planned to say. Teeth gently nipped at his lower lip before a hot tongue slid in, thoroughly preventing Iruka from speaking. Slowly, patiently, Kakashi coaxed the rage and fight out of his lover, his hands pulling the Chuunin slowly back towards the bed. When he finally heard the younger man sigh in resignation, Kakashi smirked, and pushed Iruka onto the bed before sitting next to him. “You know Tsunade has her reasons for this.”
Iruka leaned back, tipping his head back to look forlornly at the ceiling. He snorted at Kakashi’s comment. “And what would that be? That I’m just a Chuunin so that means I’m useless in a war?” He stopped when he felt a hand grab his chin, and force his gaze to meet Kakashi’s.
“That’s not it and you know it.” The Jounin frowned at the defiance he saw. “The children need you. That’s why you’re to stay.”
Iruka sat up abruptly, jerking out of the older man’s grip. “You need me too! Naruto needs me!” He pointed a finger angrily towards the window, towards the road leading away from Konoha. “Those are my students you’ll be leading into war! My friends, people I work with…” He felt his eyes start to burn with tears unshed, and he turned away.
The Chuunin shuddered, trying to restrain his emotions. He felt the bed shift as Kakashi moved towards him again. “Kakashi, I-”
“No, listen to me.” The Copy Ninja knelt in front of him, and once again grabbed his hands. “Listen.” Kakashi lifted their entwined hands. “As you might know, I kill better than you.”
The brown-haired man frowned. “Are you saying that-”
“Shut up. Let me finish.” He gave Iruka what he thought was a stern look, but all it did was cause the other man to roll his eyes. He probably had to practice his stern look. Not enough practice after being covered by a mask all day. “Anyways. I kill people better than you. I perform jutsus better, I’m faster, I’m smarter-” He held up a finger, seeing Iruka about to protest again. “Shh. My point is, I am a better soldier than you, Iruka. That is why I will lead your friends, your students into battle. Because right now, Konoha needs soldiers. The village needs a good killer like me.” He dropped his gaze, running a pale thumb over tanned fingers, which were far less scarred and calloused than his. “But, that’s all I’m good at. Killing. I’m not a good teacher like you, Iruka. In fact, it was me who lost Sasuke.”
“No, it was. I failed Sasuke and now, he’s out there somewhere, probably planning his revenge on the village. In the days ahead, I might be forced to once again fight him.” Kakashi sighed. “That’s why the children need you, Iruka. Specifically you. Because you know better than any one else how to protect them, how to nurture them, and how to prepare them. They are our future, and I can’t think of anyone better to watch over them.” He smiled gently then. “Remember years ago, when I nominated those three for the Chuunin trials, and you-”
“And I argued with you in front of everyone.” Iruka smiled despite himself. “Yes, I remember.”
“Well, back then, I thought you were being overprotective and annoying.”
Abruptly, Iruka raised a fist and slammed it down on spiky silver hair. “And you were arrogant ass!” He jumped off the bed and on top of the Jounin. “And pompous and demeaning and-”
Kakashi laughed, and let Iruka pummel him for a few more seconds before seizing his wrists. “Hey, I didn’t say that was a bad thing.” In one swift movement, he picked up the surprised Chuunin in his arms, and dumped him lightly onto the bed before immediately moving to lean over him. “In fact, that’s what makes you so great with the kids. You’re probably as protective as their mothers.”
Iruka snorted. “So I’m a woman now?”
“Yes, so let your man take care of everything.”
That earned the legendary Sharingan Kakashi a stiff punch to the jaw. He chuckled while rolling with the blow, smoothly turning and tackling his lover back onto the bed. “I’m just kidding!” He quickly shifted his legs to straddle the other man. “Uh-uh, don’t move.”
Iruka rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time. “We’re not done with this conversation, you know.”
With a mischievous glint in his eye, Kakashi thrust his hips deliberately against the younger man’s, eliciting a soft groan. “Oh?” His grin widened as the flesh pressed against his grew warmer and stiffened beneath thin cotton briefs. “Are you sure about that, sensei?”
The other man opened his man to reply, but it immediately turned into a sharp moan as Kakashi rolled his hips, grinding down on Iruka again. “That’s not fair.”
“Oh, I don’t know, sensei. I think at the moment, I outrank you, so I make the rules.” By now, the grin had turned into a lecherous leer.
The Chuunin chuckled, and ran his hands up pale arms and neck and back down to Kakashi’s waist. “Whatever you say, General,” he said sarcastically. He paused a moment. “General Kakashi. Pft. Someone must have been-”
“Say that again.”
Iruka looked up, confused. “Huh?”
The Jounin on top of him leaned down close, his gaze unreadable. “Call me that again.”
“What, General Kakashi?” Iruka was slightly alarmed. Did he not like being called by that title? “…Kakashi?” He was cut off as lips suddenly seized his own eagerly, hands pushing him down and pinning him to the bedsheets. “Wha-”
“Tomorrow,” The Jounin punctuated each phrase with fierce kisses that stole Iruka’s breath away. “I have to march off and spend god knows how long camping in tents and woods.” He shifted down to lick his way slowly down a tanned neck. “So tonight, I want you to do whatever your commanding officer asks you to do.” He pushed up the shirt Iruka wore, and teeth gently bit down on dark nipples with a hint of promise and authority.
And his lover laughed, hands already tugging at inconvenient clothes. Perhaps Kakashi was right. He might not be heading off to war at dawn, but he too would do his part to protect and pass on Konoha’s will of fire.
“As you wish…General.”