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Feels like floating
Title: Feels like floating
Rating: Mature/R
Word Count: 315
Topic: Gossamer
Spoilers: No. A bit angsty, though.
The whole relationship was not something that Kakashi wanted; admittedly, it was convenient to make his way to Iruka's apartment after a mission, with the firm knowledge that he would be welcomed with a bright smile and a deep kiss. Before, he would go to either his own jounin flat or the massively lonely Hatake compound, summon the dogs for company and read until he fell asleep.
At Iruka's, the dogs would still be summoned and fed, and they would tumble around the small living area until that hungry gleam came into Iruka's eyes and the ninken were sent away. Then they would have sex that was wonderful sometimes and simply alright at other times; it was invariable, however, that Kakashi would lie beside a sleeping Iruka and ponder the best way to leave. Iruka was nice and sweet and smart, but that didn't help Kakashi's restlessness, his need to not be tied down to one person and one place. He knew for a fact that he held Iruka's heart in his gloved hands; to him, it seemed like something wispy and easily ripped, like spiderwebs in the morning mist, and these were no match against Kakashi's general lethality. He was obviously getting old, though, because he just couldn't go.
Iruka would be deeply hurt, for one; Kakashi didn't think he loved him, but he wouldn't like hurt him.
He had been trying to find a diplomatic way to inform Iruka of how he felt and it must have been written on his face or in his eye, because Iruka looked at him over their small meal one evening and said, "Kakashi-sensei... something seems to be troubling you."
How easily it had all come out and he had left Iruka's place for the last time. He should have felt relief as he sauntered home but... his heart felt frail and wispy, like webs in the dawn's mist.
Rating: Mature/R
Word Count: 315
Topic: Gossamer
Spoilers: No. A bit angsty, though.
The whole relationship was not something that Kakashi wanted; admittedly, it was convenient to make his way to Iruka's apartment after a mission, with the firm knowledge that he would be welcomed with a bright smile and a deep kiss. Before, he would go to either his own jounin flat or the massively lonely Hatake compound, summon the dogs for company and read until he fell asleep.
At Iruka's, the dogs would still be summoned and fed, and they would tumble around the small living area until that hungry gleam came into Iruka's eyes and the ninken were sent away. Then they would have sex that was wonderful sometimes and simply alright at other times; it was invariable, however, that Kakashi would lie beside a sleeping Iruka and ponder the best way to leave. Iruka was nice and sweet and smart, but that didn't help Kakashi's restlessness, his need to not be tied down to one person and one place. He knew for a fact that he held Iruka's heart in his gloved hands; to him, it seemed like something wispy and easily ripped, like spiderwebs in the morning mist, and these were no match against Kakashi's general lethality. He was obviously getting old, though, because he just couldn't go.
Iruka would be deeply hurt, for one; Kakashi didn't think he loved him, but he wouldn't like hurt him.
He had been trying to find a diplomatic way to inform Iruka of how he felt and it must have been written on his face or in his eye, because Iruka looked at him over their small meal one evening and said, "Kakashi-sensei... something seems to be troubling you."
How easily it had all come out and he had left Iruka's place for the last time. He should have felt relief as he sauntered home but... his heart felt frail and wispy, like webs in the dawn's mist.