Wrong.

This is yaoi, love between two man. Kakashi X Iruka. Don't like, don't read.



Wrong.


They thought Kakashi was seme. Always, always on top. Being Uke? That was just plain impossible.
Wrong.

It was he who was above the sharingan user, except when the man was in a ‘riding’ mode which he didn’t mind at all. But the chuunin was the one in command. The only one that knew that Kakashi loved – no, was addicted to bottom.
Kakashi previous lovers hadn’t understood that. He was the sharingan user, the copy-nin.

Such a man would never bottom.
Wrong.

Kakashi needed to be loved, loved in every single way. Physically and in other ways. And he was the only one who was able to give that to him. He showed Kakashi how much he loved him in the small things of life. The ordinary things you saw every day. But also by making the man scream out in pleasure, letting him beg for more.
And after every mind-blowing sex session, they would fall in sleep clinged to each other while murmuring loving and soothing words.

They all thought Kakashi was the jealous type in their relationship.
Wrong.

It had been him, the friendly and kind chuunin who had tied up the two female leaders of the Kakashi-san Fan Club. They had woken up, middle of the night, to find out that they were bound to a tree. Their hair colored in bright yellow with pink striped. And as last touch, the words ‘stalker’, ‘Don’t let loose, infected with  and other similar words written all over them.

Once, Kakashi had come home and without a blink he had been tied up to the bed, getting molested for three days long by his chuunin.
Why? Genma had touched his Kakashi’s hand.
After the three days, Kakashi had gone back to training. Naruto had asked him loudly, with booming voice why his chest was covered with little, red bruises.

Kakashi, the biggest pervert.
Wrong.

Everybody knew about Kakashis famous Icha Icha. Those perverted books.
In reality, there was nothing perverted about them. Inside of those little books were just… pictures. First there were pictures of his past. Of his father, his own team and teacher. Then there came Team 7. Naruto, Sakura and Sasuke.
Last were he and Kakashi, most pictures were of them.
Some of them were quite explicit but mostly it were just pictures of him and Kakashi, just doing something. Laughing, talking, training,…
It reminded his jounin lover what he came home for, a reason to fight and survive.
And he had to be honest; wasn’t it him who on a warm, dark night had sneaked out of their room. He had returned from his ‘mission’ with 13 books on yaoi, every kind. And a box full of toys. Mentally he had drooled just by thinking what he could do to his Kakashi!

Some even said that Kakashi just bluntly used him. That, he too Kakashi, just was a mere toy.
Wrong.

Kakashi loved him, he adored him, he was addicted to his little, cute chuunin. And Kakashi’s lover knew that. He had known it from the first time they had met.;
Kakashi had been standing in front of his door, a bouquet of flower in his arm, mumbling something about “just going to a restaurant. Not a date…Not at all.” He had looked so cute, the firm blush creeping above his mask only adding to the touch. So adorable. So…fuckable.

He knew that Kakashi loved him, just like he loved Kakashi. In the beginning of their relationship Kakashi hadn’t been able to say those three little words. It was too hard; he had been through too much.
But after one certain mission which had ended up horribly, his life on the line making Iruka worrying himself sick, he had said them.
He had finally woken up after a month and a half being unconscious, he had embraced his love sobbing quietly and murmuring those words.
Now, Kakashi couldn’t even live without saying them at least once a day. That was just plain impossible.

All the villagers were wrong about him and Kakashi, completely wrong.
He didn’t care, though. He loved his Kashi and his Kashi loved his Ruka. He nodded to himself, snuggling even closer to his boyfriend. They were both sitting in front of the fire, a warm blanket wrapped around them and sipping of two steamy cups of delicious, hot chocolate.

”I love you, Ruka.”

”I love you too, Kashi-kun.”