Iruka wonders what's wrong with him as he sits, and stares through the mirror window, blatantly watching Kakashi fuck himself with his Konoha headband.
It's disturbing enough, that Kakashi is in this situation itself; the aloof, drawling Jounin trapped in a mental asylum, and yet, even more so that Iruka is watching. And enjoying. Konoha is no longer a dreamy village where the sun shines perpetually, the Fire country is no longer in need of a destitute ninja village.
He thinks, to the times of impossible choices, and events and happenings that just weren't supposed to happen. When Kakashi finally snaps, bitter and jade resentment streaming as he pours his anger and grief onto others. People think that the elders did him a favour by placing him in a mental asylum. Iruka knows that they were taking the piss.
Because the thing that hurts him, tears him apart, is that Iruka knows a sane man, and he knows Kakashi. As the man with the slouch and drawl arches up to meet with his thrusts of hand, muffled groans and pants that are only half off, Iruka can see the light glinting off Kakashi's eyes.
Besides wanting, besides craving his presence, Iruka can see Kakashi's gaze directed to the mirror window, lucid eyes staring through the glass and into Iruka.
He hurts. Because Kakashi is not insane.
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AN: Crack!fic for Anu. Penetration by Konoha headband.