Thanks to everyone who stuck with me through that chapter of set up.
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Disclaimer: They are not mine
Warning: Although I tried to make this as not graphic as possible. There is Male/Male sex. Also a distinct bit of violence and being generally not nice to Iruka.
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Water Runs Red – Chapter 10
Kakashi was left with nothing to do except listen to the sound feed from the transmitter Iruka was wearing.
The first hour passed with nothing exciting happening. Iruka reached the club, the music was loud and Iruka ordered a drink. Sometime in the second hour, Iruka had a short conversation with some girl about textiles. During the third hour and another two drinks, he heard Iruka start talking to a guy.
Kakashi was about ready to ignore it as Iruka just talking to yet another person when Iruka giggled, "My name is Yukio".
There was an answering chuckle, "Gatu. Want to join me for drinks?"
Iruka's carefree answer then slipped into a steady stream of chatter about nothing. Iruka went through his whole fake background, how he was the son of a textile merchant and was in town doing some business for his father. The story was even complete with remarks about how his father, for reasons Iruka of course couldn't understand, thought he would be too busy having fun than to remember about the business he was sent for."
This of course turned the conversation to what kind of fun he liked. To which Iruka simply replied, "I don't know. Maybe you?"
Kakashi glared at the receiver. That could not possibly work. Iruka was blowing this on a lame pick up line.
The deep chuckle that came through the speaker stopped Kakashi's internal rant at Iruka's seduction skills as Gatu answered. "Well, Yukio-kun, I might just have a few hours to have fun with you tonight. You look adorable when you blush."
Suddenly Gatu was talking about leaving the club. Kakashi's eyes widened. Iruka hadn't discussed leaving the club when they were talking about the mission. Iruka's voice didn't betray even a hint of trepidation. In his softest voice he asked, "Is it far? It's really cold out in this shirt."
Suddenly he heard the sound of fabric rustling, "No, just a few blocks, I promise I'll keep you nice and warm."
The two chatted a little, mostly about how beautiful Iruka's eyes were and how tall and strong Gatu was. If Kakashi wasn't mistaken it was very similar to conversation he'd had in the past with various dates. Except he was pretty sure he'd included putting his jônin vest over the other party.
Soon Iruka was commenting on how nice the room was, and how beautiful the view of the park was. Kakashi glanced at the map of the town they had and could easily pinpoint which hotel from the few clues Iruka dropped while admiring the view
The next noise to come over the transmitter was Iruka gasping, "What are you doing." Then a loud thump.
Gatu no longer seemed to be humoring his 'date' and growled out, "Get to work"
Iruka whimpered and sniffed before kissing and slurping sounds could be heard over the transmitter. The noise of something like a hand hitting flesh occasionally transmitted over the radio as Gatu grunted and groaned in pleasure.
Suddenly that ended as Gatu's voice again could be heard, "On your feet bitch."
Iruka whimpered and sounded in pain, as there was suddenly a loud thump of something hitting the floor.
Iruka was begging, "Please don't hit me. Please don't hurt me; I'll do whatever you want."
Kakashi had to take a deep breath; he really hoped the chuunin was acting, because he sounded so damn believable. Kakashi wanted to go and play back up right now. There was a lot of rustling heard over the speaker before Gatu again spoke, being heard over Iruka's near constant whimpers. "There that will keep you from running off, little one." Suddenly there was a loud slap, "Stop crying damn it or I'll give you something to cry about."
Iruka blurted out apologies as fast as possible, but was silenced back to whimpering by the sound of punches. Iruka's voice became more muffled and Kakashi had to strain to hear anything. He heard the sound of a weapon being drawn, probably a dagger -- the draw didn't sound like a sword.
All he could hear over the radio was muffled cried and pained noises. He hadn't realized how much being a ninja had insulated him from hearing those types of noises. They were the type a civilian made, not a ninja.
Gatu laughed, and it was a bone-chilling laugh. Kakashi could peg it as the laugh of a cold-blooded killer, "There now, red really is your color Yukio-chan. Silly boy wandering this town unarmed, your father should have taught you better."
Suddenly there was a loud muffled scream from Iruka and a grunt from Gatu and the talking ended. The muffled screams and whimpers didn't end and the sound of Gatu panting didn't end for what seemed like a long time, but was really only fifteen minutes.
Kakashi desperately wanted to go and save Iruka from what was going on. He hated feeling helpless and was reminded of why he never took missions like this. He couldn't stand not being in a place to help his teammates. Damn it, that bastard should not have his hands and god knows what else on Iruka.
The logical part of Kakashi's mind devoted a small portion of his brain to wondering if he was feeling jealous or possessive over the Chuunin. The rest of Kakashi's mind was busy rebelling against the fact that his teammate was being … he didn't even want to think about what was happening to Iruka … and he was in a hotel room doing nothing but listening for a word that the man probably couldn't say because he was most likely gagged.
The plan did not include what to do if Iruka was gagged. Kakashi was kicking himself for not having thought of this possibility or for pushing Iruka for details about what this man would probably do to him. He didn't know if Iruka had counted on this or if this was a surprise.
Then he heard a loud low moan of "Yes." Come over the speaker. Then the suddenly the tone of Iruka's whimper's changed and sounded less muffled. The next noise could only be metal hitting teeth. He assumed one of the piercings on Iruka's lips hitting either his own teeth or those of Gatu.
Then he heard the indescribable sound of Iruka kissing someone. He remembered exactly what those little whimpery moans sounded like, and the sound of Iruka's lips. The part of Kakashi's mind that had been puzzling over the possessive/jealous question decided that yes, Kakashi was definitely feeling possessive and jealous.
Gatu huskily whispered, "You are such a little slut, still wanting more after that." He laughed quietly, "Such a little slut, I'll keep you tied up here and just rest my eyes."
Iruka's voice almost purred, "If you untie me, I'll be very good … maybe clean up that mess." Kakashi heard the sound of Iruka licking loudly, his tongue running along someone's skin.
"I'm not stupid, you are staying right there." Gatu's voice was sounding exhausted. Iruka was murmuring a steady stream of what exactly he could do to the other man. The detail of some of the descriptions enough to make Kakashi sure he could never think 'innocent' and 'Iruka' in the same sentence ever again, unless 'not by a long shot' was also in that same sentence.
After a minute or two of silence, he heard Iruka's voice, "Gatu? Gatu? Are you asleep?"
Kakashi frowned; Iruka must have gotten Gatu drugged, but how?
More silence besides the sound of some movement. Then complete silence. Kakashi was getting worried after hearing nothing over the speaker for a good five minutes, when he suddenly heard movement again. Then the sound of a window opening. A thump followed by the noise of cicadas and the sound of walking. "Kakashi, open the window, I can't come in through the front door like this." Iruka's voice sounded strained, but in control. Kakashi quickly went over to the window and opened it. A few minutes later Iruka climbed in through the window.
The chuunin walked straight towards the bathroom, not fully able to hide the painful limp. His shirt was gone. His pants were ripped. Most surprisingly, he was covered in blood. Iruka simply stripped out of his ruined pants and threw a towel around his waist and walked over to the vials and paper he had set out before.
He downed one of the vials and started writing, not even saying anything to Kakashi. As fast as he could, Iruka wrote down a long string of Hiragana. He then started to write it again on a fresh piece of paper, this time showing the position of the characters on a crude outline of a human figure. The only pause the man made was to swallow the contents of the second vial.
Iruka closed the notebook and took a deep breath. He got up and turned to look at Kakashi. "I'm going to be sick now." With that, he walked over to the bathroom downing the third vial.
Kakashi followed him, "Are you all right?"
Suddenly Iruka and the porcelain were at a much closer distance. Kakashi could smell the drugs and alcohol over the smell of vomit. The chuunin was shaking as he continued to empty his stomach into the water in front of him.
"The mission worked." Iruka managed between retching.
"What did he do to you?" Kakashi didn't bother to hide the concern in his voice.
"Don't want to talk about it." He got up and walked to the shower and started the water running.
"That is not an acceptable answer. I am the ranking member of this team; I demand to know what happened." Kakashi was not.
"You are back up and you know it. Unnecessary backup." Iruka crawled into the shower, sitting there with the towel at his waist still. He let the water beat down on him as rivulets of blood washed down his body, staining the towel and slowly disappearing down the drain in red streaks.
Kakashi took a breath and changed his tone. He sat down on the floor next to the shower watching as the red tinted water ran down the drain, "How badly are you injured?" he kept his voice soft.
Iruka hung his head, "Mostly just superficial lacerations. Turns out that bastard likes to play with his knives a little more than the reports indicated." He started to rub at his skin, cleaning himself off, his hands shaking as he did it.
"You're shaking. Can I get you anything?"
Iruka looked up at Kakashi's visible eye, he started to say, "Do you like seeing me weak…" but then when he saw the look in Kakashi's visible eye, he glanced down at the floor, "I have a grey pouch in my backpack. It has clean clothes and painkillers in it. If you could …"
Kakashi nodded. He went and got the pouch. When he returned to the bathroom, the shower curtain was pulled.
"I'll be out in a few minutes, just leave it here, OK?" Iruka's voice had lost a lot of the anger it had shown earlier.
Kakashi went back into the main room and started disassemble the receiver until he realized that it was still working and he could hear Iruka in the shower. He turned down the volume, but listened. His teammate's safety more than enough justification in his mind.
He heard Iruka crying, quietly crying. The noise was just barely audible over the sound of the running water. Then in a painful whisper. "OK, pull yourself together. The pain isn't that bad. It'll heal. Everything will heal. At least Izu and Ko aren't here to see you like this. Just Kakashi. Fuck Ibiki, why the hell did he do this to me. OK, it's no big deal. Just cause he is the most 'I don't even notice anyone not worthy of my time' of all of them, fuck him." A deep shuddering breath. "Just pull yourself together." Another deep breath. "This will all seem a lot better after a few hours of sleep."
With that, the sound of the water stopped and Kakashi turned off the receiver. He had it put away in his pack by the time Iruka walked out, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a grey T-shirt. He didn't seem to even be trying to hide the limp he had. Kakashi didn't think the other man would appreciate answering questions about that particular limp.
Kakashi watched Iruka limp towards the bed, "Will you be ready to move come nightfall?"
Iruka crawled under the blankets, "Yeah. Nightfall. The return trip will take longer."
Kakashi nodded, "Can I get you anything?"
Iruka started to say 'no' when he paused, "Actually. I have a salve in my pack in the bathroom. I …" he paused, "I couldn't reach my back."
Kakashi got up without a word and grabbed the salve from the pack, noticing there were a lot of painkillers in there. He walked back over to the bed and sat down on his side waiting for Iruka to expose his back.
When the other man slowly pulled off his shirt, Kakashi bit his lower lip. It wasn't near the worst he had seen, but it was bad. The bruising was already everywhere, so as time passed it was going to get much worse. In addition to bruising, Iruka's back was covered in shallow knife wounds. Kakashi started to gently rub in the salve. He didn't say anything as he rubbed the healing balm into the other man's skin.
Internally, he wanted to hunt down Gatu and kill him. This soft flesh under his hands was not meant to be hurt like that. Sure, it was marked with scars, the man was a shinobi after all, but it wasn't scarred in the same way as Kakashi or his comrades were scarred. He rubbed the area where Iruka had taken the kunai gently, noticing that wound was almost healed, and probably wouldn't scar. The huge shuriken to the back the man took to save Naruto -- that was already a scar. The only other mark on the man's back was the tattoo on the right shoulder.
As he rubbed the salve into the skin below him, he felt the muscles under his fingers relax. Slowly Iruka was calming down, his breath becoming regular. Kakashi wasn't sure if it was from his fingers or from the painkillers the man had downed, but either way he didn't stop rubbing.
Iruka's back felt so warm under his fingers. When the chuunin rolled to his side, Kakashi didn't stop rubbing, instead he just started putting salve over the newly exposed flesh. The bruising was everywhere. Clear handprints could be seen against Iruka's tanned flesh. Nail marks were stark red on his hips. Everything Kakashi could get at without removing the sweatpants was covered in balm. Iruka had become extremely cooperative in his mostly asleep state.
Once he was sure he had gotten every ounce of battered flesh from the waist up covered in balm, he covered up the chuunin, only to notice Iruka had taken a hold of one of the belt loops on his pants. Carefully, so as to not wake the sleeping man, Kakashi crawled under the blankets and pulled them up over both of them. What the man probably needed more than anything was some rest, and Kakashi wasn't going to do anything to stop that.
If Iruka snuggled into Kakashi as they lay in the bed, burrowing his head under the older man's chin, Kakashi would never mention it. He was no stranger to missions that gave you nightmares. He just ran his fingers along Iruka's dyed blond hair and watched over the younger man as he fitfully slept. The jealous part of Kakashi's brain kept reminding him that come nightfall this would be over. Iruka would pull himself together and Kakashi would never see this again. The logical part of Kakashi's mind had to agree. This was a mission; Iruka wasn't the first person he held after a mission.
As Kakashi closed his eyes, a tiny part of his brain wondered if maybe Kakashi didn't want this to be a one-time thing. A warm body pressed against him, and those soft warm brown eyes. Maybe Kakashi wanted to feel what those lips would feel like without the mask. The logical part of his mind quickly suppressed those thoughts and Kakashi went back to what he does too well – thinking. He stayed there until nightfall, holding the chuunin and comforting him when he started to shake.
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Sorry for being so mean to Iruka.