I Still Believe That You’ll Remember Me
Team AU: Viper (Taudi)
Story Notes
Prompt: Memories
Rating: NC-17 (just in case).
Pairing(s): Iruka/Kakashi.
Summary: To not hate the hand that's feeding you is necessarily easy.
Contains [warnings]: (highlight for triggers/spoilers) Bottom!Kakashi, Top!Iruka, slash, use of endearment, lots of stuff between the lines.
Word Count: 2,145
Author's Notes: Team AU, fighting! I really hope this story is worthy of my awesome Team. I had a blast with this one and cookies to the ones, who can guess where the inspiration came from >_< (and thanx to my mom for taking on the beta role this time around (it was an emergency, folks, my regular one suddenly abandoned me)). Title is from "Never Forget" by Gréta Salóme & Jónsi.
The island was small and covered with thick, deep green grass. Odd shaped rocks were scattered around in the soft soil, some peeking defiantly over the long strands. The Island was surrounded by the ocean but had no disregard for the crashing waves. There were no trees to break the wind or to cast cooling shades when the sun where at its highest. The only sign of life was a big old fashioned cottage placed on the down slope of the only hill the island possessed.
It was a simple squared construction with two storey, a black shackled roof and dark brown bricks. There was a small attempt at a garden at the south side but it showed signs of neglect and the perennial plants were starting to take over. There was no boat at the shoreline and no other sign of a way to leave.
The island was a beautiful prison cell with mostly blue sky dotted with fluffy clouds. It took Kakashi exactly thirty-two minutes and fifty seconds to get from one narrow sanded beach to the next.
He was currently padding around in the in front of the cottage, his bare feet sinking deep into the dew wet grass. The wind was exceptionally mild today and he hadn’t been able to fight the temptation of an early morning pacing before starting another day of imprisonment. All days were starting to blur together and Kakashi had stopped keeping track of date and time a while back. The island didn’t have any kind of season either. It was either sunny or cloudy, with the occasionally rain. And there was always wind. Kakashi let go of a heartfelt sigh and glanced at the sky.
The sun was slowly crawling over the horizon colouring the sky in orange, pink and purple. The beautiful scenery had already lost its appeal after the fifth day on this secluded place. But today was Feeding Day as he had come to call it and the only other person who was allowed on the island, would come by flying. He tended to come early and then stay for at least a day, sometimes two.
And like always it started with a small spot on the sky that became bigger and bigger, until it was Iruka Umino landing without a sound, in front of Kakashi. He wore casual clothes in the form of tight dark jeans with a yellow seem, a black army styled sweater and a black leather west. His brown hair was struggling to get out of the hair band's choke hold. A big bag back was slung over his right shoulder.
He looked ruggedly gorgeous and Kakashi felt a little inferior in his grey sweatpants with soaked hems and a threadbare T-shirt that said robot in disguise.
Iruka gave him a timid smile, in a way of greeting, and Kakashi flipped him off just to be obnoxious but he didn't lean away when the other man leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss in the corner of his mouth. The silver threads that sewed his mouth shut, pulled at his lips when he tried to return the kiss. Pulling back he tucked an arm around Iruka and gently dragged him towards the open door. The inside of the cottage was one open space with rough wooden pillars bearing the main weight. A spiral staircase, in the far back corner, lead to Kakashi's equally open bedroom.
Every wall was decked with heavy bookshelves filled with scrapbooks and a wide collection of bird and fish bones. They made their way through the haphazardly placed wing chairs to the open kitchen.
They didn't talk. Kakashi couldn't and Iruka always waited until he was able, to show him some small respect. The situation was humiliating enough already. Kakashi had to rely on another person so completely. He didn’t have any choice but to trust Iruka. He absolutely hated it but Iruka knew that.
When they reached the kitchen island Kakashi sat down in one of the bar chairs, while Iruka went over to the fridge to put away whatever he had brought with him. The silence was tense but well known. Kakashi wanted the threads cut, something he knew Iruka always dreaded because of the harsh words that always followed. It was one of Kakashi's favourite rituals. He hadn't been named Silver Tongue for nothing.
When Kakashi was thirteen and living in the back alleys of Konoha he discovered that he had the very useful skill of making people do exactly what he wanted them to do. The first time Kakashi had used his abilities to make one of the other street boys shove an ice pick through his own eye and further into his brain, killing him painfully and slowly, and a world of opportunities had unfolded before Kakashi. He had turned his back to filthy alleys and lied, persuaded and commanded his way to a place of power as a well respected business man and as a villain whispering in inferior humans ears and see their worlds falling apart. He enjoyed the mind games and the way he could create an avalanche of chaos by just one word.
And then there was Iruka. The first person for almost twenty years, who blank out did the opposite of whatever Kakashi told him to do. It had taken him a while to learn that Iruka was just immune to his abilities. And like a moth to a flame he had been captured by the warmth and calm surrounding the kind hearted man, who despite polite manners had a fierce temper. That he was also one of Konoha's strongest super heroes, was a thing Kakashi discovered when the villains and super heroes had an all and out war in the center of the big town. Of course, Kakashi had been surprised but it made so much more sense.
Iruka was an elemental but instead of just having one element to wield, he had them all. It was like Mother Earth wrapped and cramped down in a lithe, sun browned body with a cute scar over the bridge of his nose. It was balance and unpredictability mixed together. No one could control Mother Earth so Kakashi hadn't had any fucking chance in making Iruka do anything he didn't want to.
When Iruka turned around and gave him yet another smile, this one less timid and bordering on creeping through his brown eyes, Kakashi couldn't help but smile back even though he knew how grotesque it looked. The tense atmosphere lightened a little. It didn't mean Kakashi was going to go easy on the man.
Finally Iruka was done with putting aside the groceries. Kakashi snorted. It had all become so very domestic when you ignored that he was unwillingly dumped on a shit of an island with his lips sealed shut. Like he could tell the few seagulls that dared to fly this far out on the ocean to whisk him away in a mad escape.
Iruka walked over to him and ran a hand through his silver hair, sweeping the unruly strands away from his face. A small black kunai glinted in his other hand. Kakashi didn't flinch when it swiftly cut through the silver threads. The kunai was the only thing that was able to cut them and it could only be wielded by Iruka. It was Sakura, the magician of the super hero team, who had forged it. The most uncomfortable about the process was when Iruka had to pluck the threads out of his lips. It burned and itched and bled and Kakashi was sure it was part of the punishment that the righteous idiots had conjured.
"Hi, Kakashi." Iruka said tenderly, when he had finished plucking the things out.
Kakashi answered by spitting blood in his face. It was so worth it, when he saw the ever present embers in Iruka's eyes flare up. Kakashi was sure he could see the small circle of fire dancing around the black pupil. They died down slowly as Iruka got a hold of his temper. He wiped the blood and spit away patiently with his hand and returned to the kitchen counter, turning his back to Kakashi.
"What do you want for dinner?" His voice sounded strained.
"You should have let them kill me as they wanted to, instead of locking me away as your little plaything." It hurt to use his voice and his throat protested against the sudden use.
"And you should be grateful I saved your life."
Kakashi sneered. "Make me some food, minion."
A green grape hit him in the cheek and Kakashi chuckled.
After a much craved meal, and Kakashi being able to drink water without a little straw, they both settled on the same wing chair, curled closely together. Kakashi was lazily twirling Iruka's hair with a finger while he listened to him talk about his regular job at the Goodwill store and a little about his side job as a super hero. All the trivial things as news and other happenings in the world were intentionally left out, another part of the imprisonment. Kakashi wasn't allowed any form of news or knowledge about the real world.
But Iruka still came with odd pieces of clippings and post cards that didn't relate to each other. Most days Kakashi spent his time sorting them and glue them together in scrapbooks to create his own stories and fake memories. Today, he had been given a whole case of different Go – Cards. Kakashi estimated he had at least two days worth of entertainment. It also meant he would be starving for two days.
"Do you remember when we met?" Iruka asked, tracing the scar over Kakashi's left eye.
"Mhmm…" Kakashi hummed, "I was seeking shelter in the Goodwill store from a sudden down pour and there you were, looking all chocolaty goodness."
Iruka laughed quietly, "I made that downpour on purpose."
"Huh," Kakashi actually hadn't known that, "do you regret it?"
Warm lips suddenly descended on Kakashi's sore and punctured ones.
They stayed like that, kissing affectionately.
Kakashi didn't feel it was good enough of an answer.
The night of the Feeding Day started as it always did. With angry, passionate sex in Kakashi's king size bed. Kakashi was lying on his back with his legs spread wantonly. Iruka's thrusts were hard and deep and Kakashi keened him on in appreciation. He could feel Iruka thrumming under his hands. The muscles in his back tighten and flexing with every forceful movement.
They were both hot and sweating, Kakashi trailing patterns across the scar on Iruka's nose with his tongue. It earned him a deep moan and an especially vicious thrust. It only made Kakashi clutch harder to Iruka, burying his fingers in the dark sweat drenched hair and yank their mouths together. The kiss was filthy and wet.
Kakashi reached down to jerk himself off but Iruka stopped him and tangled both their hands together, lifting himself up to loom over Kakashi.
"No, you're gonna come only from me fucking you."
It took a while, which Kakashi certainly didn't complain about, before he came in hot spurt over them both, his head thrown back over the edge of the bed. It didn't take long before Iruka joined him in the mind numbing pleasure. Kakashi wrapped himself around the other man, preventing him from pulling out of Kakashi's used body.
"Stay. Just like this" Kakashi whispered against the skin on Iruka's neck.
An open mouthed kiss was placed on his collar bone and Iruka didn't move away from him for the rest of the night.
They were standing at the water, having walked there from the cottage, hand in hand.
"Take me with you." Kakashi demanded, putting every bit of his power behind the words. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to be stuck in this place with scrap books and end a lunatic. He didn't want to not have a choice in trusting Iruka to not forget he was the only one, who kept him alive. A part of Kakashi knew there was some kind of lesson in this.
Iruka shook his head, the mild breeze playing lovingly with his hair. It looked like a caress.
"The moment you ask me instead of telling me, I will." There was sadness in Iruka's eyes and Kakashi believed he saw small waves in his iris.
A Feeding Day always ended with Kakashi on his knees in front of Iruka grasping at his mouth and whimpering in pain. Blood trickled through his finger from the wounds the silver thread had made.
"I love you, baby," Iruka said and kissed his forehead soothingly. Kakashi didn't say it back. He couldn't with his mouth sewn shut by silver thread. "I'll be back soon."
Now, who was the one telling lies?
END
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