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A/N: This has been sitting on my hard drive for almost a year and I figured I'd finally post it.
Kakashi stroked his fingers through Iruka's hair, odd eyes focused on the man's sleeping face. It was nearing midnight and the smaller man had not yet woken. The thought that he had misjudged the amount of drugs he had slipped into Iruka's lunch time tea was creeping into his mind.
He was about to get up and retrieve the antidote when Iruka shifted slightly, eyes slowly opening. "Where am I?"
The jounin settled back down on the edge of the bed, hand trailing across the other man's cheek. Ignoring the confused look in the dark eyes he leaned down and pressed a brief kiss to his parted lips. "In your bed. You started feeling sick while in the Missions Room and I offered to bring you back here."
Iruka sat up, the blanket falling away to reveal that he wasn't wearing any clothing beyond his boxers. He snatched the blanket up and wrapped it around his body, eyes smoldering with anger. "And bringing me home gives you the right to strip me? We barely know each other Hatake-san."
Kakashi smiled and brushed the smaller man's hair behind his ear, ignoring the way he pulled back. "You're wrong Iruka. We've know each other for awhile. Ever since you stood up to me when I nominated Team 7 for the Chunin exam. We bonded then."
The dark haired man drew his legs to his chest, wanting to stay as far away as possible from the other man. There was something about the Jounin's actions that was setting off his internal alarms. "Hatake-san, I have no idea what you're talking about. We've barely talked."
Kakashi moved again so he was sitting in front of Iruka, leaving them eye to eye. "Call me Kakashi. After all, it's only proper to drop the formalities because we're involved." He leaned forward until he was a hair-breadth from Iruka's lips. "Since you belong to me."
Before he could react he found himself on his back with Iruka straddling him, the tip of a kunai resting against his throat. "I don't belong to anyone, not even the Sharingan Kakashi." He pressed harder, drawing blood from the pale throat. "Get out."
Kakashi's eyes darkened and with a move Iruka couldn't follow the older man reversed their positions, the kunai brushing teasing lines across the tan skin of Iruka's chest. "Things change Iruka. You've belonged to me for years." The pressure on the kunai increased, digging into Iruka's skin.
The dark haired man endured the pain in silence, eyes filled with hate and anger. When Kakashi was finished he wiped the blade clean on his pants and slipped it back into its pouch, eyeing his handiwork with an approving eye.
The letters 'KH' stood out in stark contrast to Iruka's skin, blood slowly filling the shallow cuts. He stroked his fingers along the smaller man's cheek, a soft smile curling his lips. "You'll come to love me like I love you Iruka. I promise." Pressing his fingers against a pressure point he again dropped Iruka into unconsciousness.
Once he was certain the other man was asleep Kakashi pulled a small package from his vest. He ripped a corner from the paper with his teeth and sprinkled the powder on the cuts on Iruka's chest.
The dust, infused with his chakra healed the cuts, leaving behind two dark scars on the other man's chest.
Kakashi stripped his vest off and curled next to Iruka, one hand on the initials.