Title: Stutter
Chapter: Ch 5
Author: SomethingIDontknow
Rating: T (For more gay romance and like four swear words)
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters. It'd be one twisted show if I did.
Author's Note: Final Chapter of Hands All Over. Was supposed to be a Christmas fic, but that didn't happen. Didn't turn out to be New Year's fic either. But its till cold, so I say it counts. Happy Late Christmas, Happy New Year, and please enjoy.
A year was a long time to wait. As Iruka was well aware by now. Kakashi had long ago explained his desire for a snowy wedding, so they would have to wait for winter again. Here it was, 12 December, and Iruka was staring himself in the mirror wondering how this could have happened to him. There was a knock on the dressing room door. "y-yes?" Iruka stuttered, both surprised and praying it was a certain silver haired nin. Unfortunately, with a reply of, "it's Yamato." his hopes were crushed. On the upside, Yamato might know how to tie this blasted bit of fabric hanging around Iruka's neck. "oh, come in then." Yamato was a slightly frightening man, and Iruka still felt bad about hating him so much when he had suspected Kakashi of cheating, so he did his best to put on a brave face. The brown haired man entered and smiled in his small way. "I was sent to see if you need any help." he said, eyes flickering down to the untied tie. Iruka made a rueful face and held up the limp bit of black. "I am frightfully inept at tying these damned things." Yamato merely chuckled and took it from him. Popping up his collar, he reset it, tied it and turned Iruka to the mirror to tighten it properly. Iruka stared at himself again, still lost in wonder. "how does it feel?" Yamato asked softly after a moment. Iruka blushed, turning to him. "sorry, yeah, it's fine, thanks." The frightening man laughed quietly. "that's good, but its not what I ment." he looked into Iruka's eyes with that piercing gaze. "how does it feel to be so loved? I mean, Kakashi was never exactly a runaround, but I never thought he'd settle down. I always thought the ANBU training had been ingrained in him as much as it had me. I was just wondering what it felt like to have someone love you so much, they know they'll never leave your side." For several long seconds, Iruka was lost. But he regained his little smile and said, "I can't explain it. This feeling so immense… all I know is that I want to spend forever with him. That he wants the same from me? It seems unfathomable… all I know, is that I love him." He looked away from those probing eyes. It was Yamato's turn to wear that rueful face. "I've never known what it's like to love someone. But the way you talk about, the way you look, makes me want to go out and try." he chuckled, "if it only were that simple." they stared into the mirror for a few moments. "well," Yamato began awkwardly, "we should go, it's getting close to time…" "yeah." Iruka ran a hand over his hair, having refused to go without his signature ponytail. The pair began the agonizing walk down the hall to the glass room. They spoke little on the way there, but just outside the door, Iruka took Yamato's arm. "Yamato," he stopped, unsure, "I… I don't have someone to… walk me down the isle… I know it sounds silly and sentimental… but would you… would you go… with me?" Yamato's startled expression passed quickly in favor of a soft smile. "I would be honored, Iruka. Thank you." the small brunette offered his arm and Yamato took it. "are you ready?" he asked, hand on the door. Iruka took a long, deep breath and smiled weakly. "I've been ready for a year now." Yamato leaned in and kissed Iruka's cheek softly before petting his hand. "I've kissed the bride, now, I deliver him to his husband to be." Yamato smiled and pushed open the door.
Iruka wasn't really sure what was playing. He didn't really see everyone who was there. He glimpsed Sakura in a white dress with a low neck, ringed with something feathery. Naruto sat beside her, black dress shirt and bright orange tie. But that wasn't his focus. His focus was the tall man standing in front of an beautiful mountain of white roses. Beyond him, an entire wall of perfect glass. And beyond that, snow fell silently, creating a sparkling white landscape. But Yamato had stopped walking. He was kissing Iruka's forehead gently, whispering good luck and handing him to the man of his dreams.
Kakashi's hands were soft and warm. He held Iruka's trembling hands lightly. He wore a black tuxedo, black vest, black button up shirt, and bright crimson tie. His shadow a contrast to Iruka's black tux, white vest, shirt and tie. Silver hair stood up as usual, his mask concealed his handsome face as usual, but there was no hitate to cover the long scar over his eye. They faced each other before a smiling old man in a white robe. The man began speaking in a soft, gravely voice.
Iruka was trembling. And Kakashi suddenly found another reason to love him. He squeezed the smaller man's hands gently, letting his eyes smile for his mouth. Iruka met his eyes and took a shallow breath. Only Kakashi would notice the slow vibration in his breath. The elderly man at their side looked at Kakashi. "do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?" Kakashi's eyes smiled just a spark brighter. "I do." he said, voice strong and clear. And to Iruka, "do you take this man to be your lawful wedded husband?" Iruka's hands tightened on Kakashi's. He met those dark eyes and his voice was sure. "I do." The old man chuckled. "well go on, kiss him." Iruka cupped Kakashi's face as he had when Kakashi had proposed, concealing his face as he pulled down his mask to press their lips together. Kakashi's pushed his mouth open gently and nipped at his lower lip. They parted, Iruka covered his face and met his eyes. His dark eyes smoldered and as the crowd began applauding, he pulled Iruka close and whispered, "tonight, you're mine." Iruka shivered and Kakashi smiled and dragged him down the isle and out into the snow for another powerful kiss.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed, as ever, please read and review.
Much Love