Blabla: came back to Naruto a few weeks ago by chance, and I decided that I might try my hand at this pairing, hoping it's okayish- I loved them to bits when I was younger and still appreciate the whole dynamics of their relationship.
About the disclaimer, Naruto and its character don't belong to me; I'm only borrowing them for my own entertainment.
The story takes place after the attack of Konoha by Pain (chapters 420s and so on if I remember correctly).
"Next time you decide to be a hero, remind me to tie you up to a chair so you can't do anything stupid," Iruka mumbled, stroking Kakashi's palm softly, deep brown eyes planted into mismatched ones.
"Oh, and what will you do? Be my saviour? That's so romantic," Kakashi chuckled. He eyed Iruka back with a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes before some throbbing pain made him close his left eye quickly. The chunnin frowned, worry washing over his face.
"Is your Sharingan—" he started, but was cut off almost immediately by Kakashi's nod.
"Used it too much for a while. Ate up my chakra."
Iruka swallowed at the thought of the battlefield—the whole village destroyed, tons and tons of brick and rocks turned to dust in the blink of an eye, blood gushing out of still warm bodies and its sickening scent clogging up the air, making you choke and scream and cry.
He brushed a hand through Kakashi's silver hair, getting the bangs out of the way so he could clearly see the irregular, slashed scar eating its way up the jounin's eye.
"You should rest," Iruka murmured, "you're exhausted."
Kakashi tilted his head a bit so as to lean into Iruka's touch, allowing himself to surrender a bit to the soft skin pressing against his face. "Stay," and the words were a faint whisper, the voice hoarse, the throat sore; he was almost pleading, as if he were fearing for his life again.
He remembered the agony, the hidden strain in his heart when he realised what he would leave behind the moment Pain sent that nail towards his forehead, the pain of leaving loved ones behind but the will of fighting and winning over the evil and the bad.
Iruka knew he wasn't supposed to stay for the night but the staff would probably understand that visiting hours didn't matter much to him at that moment; he just smiled back at the other man and got up from his chair only to sit back again on Kakashi's bed; lowering himself slowly on the white sheets, he planted a quick kiss on the jounin's neck before resting his head against his shoulder.
"You'd better go to sleep, now," and Kakashi smirked a bit at that, memories of the pain easing quietly into a dull and silent ache that would probably be forgotten at some point.