I'm. So. Sorry. I meant to have this up days ago and then ~ *gunshot*
Anyway, thank you very much to everyone who reviewed, enjoy the twisty end to the story.
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The sound of something metal hitting the floor woke Kakashi with a start.
Sitting straight up in the bed Kakashi experienced a moment's confusion before he remembered yesterday and that he was at Iruka's.
A glance around showed the younger man was not in the bedroom, but the sound that woke him stated he was probably in the kitchen. Grinning Kakashi stretched back in the bed, turning his head slightly so he could inhale Iruka's scent that cling to the still warm pillow. Come to think of it, Iruka's scent was clinging to everything, himself included, something Kakashi was in no way put out about.
Sitting back up and climbing from the bed Kakashi ran a lazy hand through his hair, yawning as he did. His clothes from last night were gone so Iruka must have taken them to be washed, but the brunet had left a pair of cotton pants and a long sleeve shirt on his dresser.
Grinning Kakashi slipped on the pants, forgoing the shirt and underwear before strolling out to the main room, where the rich smells of Iruka's cooking were already filling the air.
Kakashi paused in the bedroom doorway, leaning against the frame as he watched his new boyfriend move around the small kitchen. Yes, Iruka was his boyfriend, and the younger man would not protest the matter.
Grinning again Kakashi pushed away from the wall and snuck up behind the small brunet, waiting until Iruka was done with his current task before grabbing him. Iruka gave a yelp of surprise as he was yanked back by two strong arms to be held against the long, solid torso, Kakashi chuckled at the reaction as he pressed his nose into the crook of Iruka neck in breathed deeply.
"Morning Ruka"
Kakashi could see the blush spreading even from his position. "Good morning Kash- Kakashi"
Humming Kakashi pressed a kiss to the side of Iruka's neck before pulling back and letting the smaller man go. Iruka keep his head down as he moved back to the stove when Kakashi realized just what was cooking on the gas range.
"Monte cristos?" Kakashi didn't bother to keep the glee from his voice. "You're spoiling me Ruka"
A ghost of a smile flickered over Iruka lips as he transferred the grilled sandwiches to plates. The smile however was short lived and it vanished again as Iruka ducked his head.
Kakashi frowned, moving forward he tried to pull the younger man back into his arms, only to have Iruka pull away. "Ruka? What's wrong?"
Iruka let out a shuddering sigh, the kind that people gave when fighting tears. "I'm sorry"
Kakashi felt like he'd been slapped at the sound of the self-loathing in Iruka's voice. Iruka wasn't supposed to sound like that. Ever.
"For what?" Kakashi tried to put all his disbelief into those two words. "You haven't done anything wrong"
A quiet sob tore from Iruka's throat. "I-I used you an-and-"
Kakashi had to fight the urge to whack his head against the counter as he finally managed to grab Iruka, pulling the smaller man firmly again his chest. "What are you talking about? If I remember correctly I started everything last night. You didn't use me in anyway"
"But-"
"Iruka" Kakashi growled the name deep in the back of his throat before he swooped down and dragged Iruka into a hard, possessive kiss, pulling back only when he was sure Iruka was breathless.
The chuunin was gazing up at him with startled eyes even as he panted for air. Kakashi could see the start of an argument forming on the full lips so he stalled it by pushing Iruka firmly into the counter, trapping the younger man between the hard surface and himself.
"The past year I've had to put up with watching that bitch touch you, do what should have been my right. You're not getting away from me ever again Iruka, do you understand?"
Shock and amazement filled Iruka's expression even as he blinked hard, as if trying to clear his vision. "Kakas- I-"
"No!" Kakashi just barely stopped himself from yelling in frustration. "No! I have waited too long, been wishing for too long, to let this just pass me by. I'm good for you Iruka, I know it and you know it. We're comfortable together, we have fun and last night was incredible, so don't you dare try to back out now."
Iruka gave a half-hearted attempt to twist in his arms, but it only made Kakashi hold on tighter, forcing the younger man to look him in the eye as he leant forward into Iruka's personal space.
"You are mine and nothing you say will change that. You. Are. Mine."
It wasn't until Iruka's eyes gained a low, red tinged that Kakashi realized, he had both eyes open.
"Fuck" quickly he snapped his left eye shut, watching as Iruka's darkened and rolled backward before he collapsed. Kakashi caught him easily, sliding one arm under Iruka's legs while the other cradled the strong back so he could pull the chuunin into his arms and carry him to the couch.
Setting him down Kakashi carefully began checking Iruka's chakra levels, relieved when he found it was stable, though his own was mixed with it heavily, especially around Iruka's head.
Kakashi had learnt early on that the Sharingan – like any other powerful chakra controlled technique – was often affected by emotions. Some of the scrolls he had poured through after receiving the eye even said it was the reason most Uchiha with activated Sharigans were described as emotionless and uncaring.
Kakashi had quickly realized as he usually had his eye covered or closed when not in battle this wouldn't be a problem, so he hadn't really thought about it much. Until now.
He knew the eye would have activated due to emotion as simply opening his eye wouldn't do anything but record what it saw, the issue was just had been triggered. Kakashi knew he'd been feeling a little scared in the kitchen, and far more than a little bit pissed, he just wasn't sure what effect that would have on Iruka.
"Kashi?"
Kakashi quickly leant closer when the dark brown eyes fluttered open; thankfully both were back to the normal colour. "Hey, Ruka, how do you feel?"
"Mmm" Iruka blinked sleepily then smiled slightly, one hand reaching up to smooth up Kakashi's arm. "Fine." The fine brows dipped in confusion. "Why are we in the living room?"
"Ah-"well Kakashi hadn't been expecting that reaction. "Ruka, do you remember anything?"
Iruka frowned. "Umm, I was making breakfast and you came out – I'm not sure about after. What happened?"
Mentally Kakashi scrambled. So Iruka didn't remember the 'argument' which was actually really good in Kakashi's book, just what to say?
Iruka solved that problem for him when he tried to sit up and winced, groaning in pain as he clutched his head. "Ahhh, ow"
Headache, a sure side-effect of the Sharingan, but Iruka didn't know that, and for someone in Iruka's line of work, migraines weren't uncommon.
"You blacked out"
The words slid off of Kakashi's tongue far easier than they should have, and for a moment he wanted to take them back. Iruka however blushed at the words.
"Oh, that's a bit embarrassing"
Kakashi shook his head and waved it off. "I don't think so. You have had every reason to be stressed lately"
Iruka smiled. "Ya, dealing with you is pretty stressful."
Kakashi breathed a mental sigh of relief while giving the expected protest. He was about to say something else then when Iruka moved forward and kissed him, making him forget everything he'd been thinking about.
The kiss was soft, pleasant and quick, the kind you'd give to your lover in the morning. It left Kakashi speechless while Iruka stood back up and returned to the kitchen, humming softly as he pulled the rest of breakfast from the fridge.
"Kashi, could you get me some aspirin please?"
Kakashi jumped at the nick-name, but nodded as he got up and headed for the bathroom, only half hearing Iruka's call to wash up for breakfast while there. On auto pilot Kakashi grabbed the small aspirin bottle and shook two of the small pills into his hand, staring at them but not seeing them, his mind racing.
Iruka had gone from hesitant and self-loathing to acting like they'd been together forever, which was what he had wanted but-
Which is what he had wanted.
Kakashi stopped himself from slamming his head against the counter. His little speech came back to him, the words 'You are mine' ringing loudly. He was so stupid, call him a genius but he was an idiot.
He'd just bound Iruka to him.
Horror rose in his chest as he mentally started to panic. What had he done? More importantly, how did he fix it?
"Kashi?"
Kakashi whirled around to see Iruka standing in the bathroom doorway, concern clear on the scarred face. "You ok?"
"I-I-" Kakashi couldn't think of anything to say except to apologize, but that wouldn't work, Iruka didn't even remember what had happened. He had to fix this, he had to figure out how to reverse this and-
"You're thinking so hard I can hear your brain sizzling" Iruka grinned as he walked over, sliding his arms around the lean torso as he turned his head up for a kiss. When Kakashi didn't move Iruka frowned and pressed forward, slipping his tongue into Kakashi's mouth and pulling a moan from the older man.
Kakashi let his eye slide shut as he dropped the aspirin and wrapped his arms around Iruka, pulling the smaller man flush against him.
Both of them were panting lightly when Iruka pulled back, a happy smile playing on the full lips. "Forget the aspirin, I'm feeling much better. Come on, the sandwiches are getting cold."
Nodding Kakashi let himself be led back to the kitchen. Watching Iruka carefully as the younger man set out the filled plates and slid in next to him, a comfortable, familiar silence settling between them, changed only by how close Iruka was sitting and the fact their legs now touched. Kakashi paid close attention to Iruka's chakra while they eat, but was surprised to find he could no longer see any difference to it. He knew the Sharingan's influence was still there – Iruka's behaviour was proof of that – but all signs of his chakra had vanished.
What had been done was now so cemented into Iruka's brain, not even a Hyuuga would be able to tell anything had happened.
All it had taken was one more kiss from Iruka, given casually and quickly as the younger man collected the dishes, for Kakashi to completely forget about trying to reverse the bond.
Now he was sitting comfortably stretched out on the couch, new book open but unread in his hand, while Iruka slept soundly, splayed out over Kakashi's chest. Kakashi stroked his hand lazily through the soft brown hair, listening to the gentle rhythm of Iruka's breathing.
By rights he knew he should tell someone about what had happened. Hell, he was pretty sure there was some sort of rule about it if he cared enough to look it up. But if he told Tsuande she would take Iruka and start him through tests. The Yamanaka clan would get involved, then the council, Iruka would start being a subject for study or at the very least in the path to reversing what the Sharingan had done they could end up damaging Iruka's mind beyond repair.
Kakashi snapped the book closed with a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair roughly as he looked down at the man sleeping soundly on his chest. A soft smile crept back onto Kakashi's face before he looked round at the small apartment. A framed picture of Iruka and Aina sitting on the side table drew his gaze, the two were in central park and Iruka had obviously just spent an unknown amount of time convincing the woman to let him take the picture.
Kakashi frowned, carefully shifting Iruka from his sprawled position and gently lowering him on the couch before he stood and snatched the picture from the table. He stared at it a moment longer, then slid it from its frame and without a second thought ripped it in half.
Going through the whole house Kakashi removed every picture or object involving that woman and tossed it into a box. He dug through cupboards and under the bed till he was absolutely sure he had found all of it. Then cautiously he snuck from the apartment to the back alley.
It was ironic; Kakashi mused as he used a fire justu to light the box and its contents on fire, that in the same ally he and Aina had argued and insulted each other he was now burning away all proof of her existence in Iruka's life.
He waited until the remains of the box was no more than a smoldering pile of ash before turning to return to the apartment, a smug smile gracing his lips.
Iruka was his and now, nothing would ever change that.
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Kakashi hummed quietly as he closed and locked the door behind him, kicking his shoes off and tossing his keys into the bowl by the front door. They jingled lightly as they hit the wooden dish and Kakashi smiled, still humming as he flung his coat on a hook and strolled into the house.
"You're still up?"
Kakashi grinned as he entered the small cubby kitchen, sliding up behind Iruka and wrapping his arms tightly around the younger man's slender waist.
"I have to get these ready of the picnic tomorrow" Iruka smiled as he leant his head to the side, offering the crook of his neck to Kakashi as he continued icing the line of sugar cookies on the counter in front of him. "How was dinks with Ibiki?"
"Mmm" Kakashi willing pressed the wanted kiss to the dark neck before reaching for some icing. "Great, though you may have to talk to Anko again, she's back at trying to set him up and he's almost ready to staple her to her desk"
Iruka laughed and hit his hand away from the icing. "Oh dear. Sure I'll talk to her"
"Good" Kakashi smiled and turned his attention back to the dark skin in front of him. Deciding it tasted better than the icing anyway.
The last four years had been the best of his life in Kakashi's opine. After the Civilian Quarter bombing he and Ibiki had surprisingly become very good friends. Something Kakashi would have never pictured a few years earlier, but who was he to argue with the twists of life?
Iruka had become good friends with the big Jounin as well, probably having something to do with the fact the chuunin was like a saner Anko – and made a point of showing his affection by randomly trapping Ibiki's office at least once a month. Ibiki to his credit found the whole thing amusing, though the Interrogator still got this strange approving/ knowing smile every time he saw Iruka with Kakashi, something that made Kakashi extremely paranoid over just how much Ibiki had heard or figured out.
But since Ibiki didn't seem inclined to tell anyone else about his knowledge anytime soon and had kept it to himself for the better part of four years, Kakashi had decided not to worry.
Iruka did a very good job of ignoring Kakashi's consistent teasing until he finished icing last cookie, then he turned and had his tongue in Kakashi's mouth before the other man could blink. Kakashi however simply grinned against Iruka's mouth before taking control of the kiss, using the angle to his advantage as he pulled Iruka tight against him.
"Kashi" Iruka smiled as he whispered the nick-name, Kakashi answered by leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the middle of the long scar, smiling when Iruka crinkled his nose.
"Mine"
Kakashi pulled away slightly and watched as Iruka's eyes gained a dark red tinged for a brief moment before fading back to brown. Iruka smiled and pressed back in.
"Yours"
Kakashi smiled as he licked his way back into Iruka's mouth, soaking in Iruka's low moan of pleasure as he slowly pushed the smaller man toward their bedroom.
"Mmm, you're planning on keeping me up all night, aren't you?"
Kakashi chuckled. "Why ask if you know the answer?"
Iruka huffed, but moved to wrap his legs around Kakashi's waist regardless. "Fine" the words were muttered breathlessly against the thin lips. "But your making me coffee tomorrow and you'll come to the picnic with me"
Kakashi grinned as he settled Iruka down on his hips. "Deal" that is if you can still move in the morning.
Iruka glared at him, as if sensing the thought but leant in for a kiss anyway, humming as Kakashi pressed him into the bed.
It was twisted, Kakashi mused hours later, Iruka tucked up against his side, sleeping peacefully as the sun slowly woke, spilling soft morning light into the small room.
Some people, hell most people, would be horrified about the bond Kakashi had accidently formed four years ago. He knew many would say he'd forced Iruka to love him, to stay with him, that he'd removed the free will. And maybe in part they would be right, but Iruka loved him, that Kakashi knew. The feelings had been there, the Sharingan had simply set them in stone.
Iruka was Iruka, and that had not changed, and even though he knew Iruka would never leave him, no matter what he did, Kakashi would never even think of using the situation against Iruka in any way.
They'd been together four years, and not once had Kakashi reconsidered not talking to someone, or trying to reverse the effect himself. And he highly doubted that would ever change.
If that made him a horrible person, so be it.
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*Sigh* well, I'm not really sure where this came from. And just so we're clear, I'm not all gun-ho for what Kakashi did. It's twisted, not right, but possibly not all wrong either, which is what I wanted. Sometimes, even the grey area is hard to find.
Hope you guys enjoyed. Thank you all so much for your reviews, favs and just putting this on alert.
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~ TjRythum