Beneath the Sun

Chapter 12

That night, as Tenzou spreads his arms for Iruka to curl against his side, he is left hanging for a moment when Iruka tugs his hand, the one that isn't sparkling with a drawn gold star.

Iruka draws another star on the back of his hand.

"Tenzou-san deserves to be acknowledged~" Iruka sing songs, colouring in the gold star.

The star is sweet. Cute, even.

Tenzou didn't really care for it even if staring at the gold ink that wouldn't wash the fuck off makes something warm curl in his chest.

Iruka's smile as he draws it though, now that , Tenzou thinks, is all he cares about.

*

The sound of the blender fills the small apartment. Tenzou is forced to get out of bed because of it, even though he was already awake when Iruka grumbled his way out of bed to get ready for the Academy. Iruka says it's the last day, that he'll be on active field duty after it.

"What are you making?" Tenzou mutters, watching yellow liquid spin in the blender. There is a bag of frozen pineapple slices on the counter.

"Making my cum sweeter for you. I hear pineapple helps. You know, for the next time I fuck your mouth? Before you cut your hair." Iruka throws a smile over his shoulder, something sharp in his gaze even though his mouth is curved into something soft. "I'm going to take full advantage!"

Tenzou flushes to the roots of his goddamn hair, helplessly clearing his throat, looking away and shaking his head in amusement as Iruka's laugh fills the apartment.

He's not sure how to respond to something like that. Iruka always tastes the sweetest to him, anyway. He didn't have to try to hard.

*

Tenzou is walking back from the training grounds when something silver and bright catches his eye behind a store's glass window.

Tenzou stands there, in the middle of the busy street, staring at a finely crafted kazari kanzashi that he thinks is going to make Iruka look like something out of a painting. It's not gaudy or very eye catching, the flat rounded top boasting three blooming hibiscus blossoms — it's a discreet accessory, one that can easily be missed, if one doesn't pay attention.

(Tenzou would love to lower Iruka on the bed, tugging at the hairpin, would love to watch his hair spill down his shoulders and neck as he pulls the pin out. He'd love to take him slow and teasing, take his time, watch him turn to a debauched mess, as his hair spills out from the prim, proper bun Iruka seems to prefer to wear on special occasions.)

Hibiscus suits Iruka, too — he is, indeed, a rare and delicate beauty. One that's worth safekeeping.

He's in the middle of debating whether or not he should go ahead and buy it, have it wrapped in something gaudy and ridiculous, all frills and ribbons that he's sure ought to amuse Iruka, when Kakashi's reflection appears in the glass.

"Senpai," Tenzou greets, turning to look at Kakashi, and pauses at the look he gets. Kakashi's uncovered eye is dark, a little too focused, too sharp.

"Busy?" Kakashi asks, shoulders deceptively slouched.

Tenzou looks at the hairpin on display once more, sees Iruka with his hair up vividly, as if he's standing beyond the glass, silver catching the light in his hair, when Tenzou knows he's busy wrapping up the close of the Academy day. Tenzou tears his gaze away from that, pushes the image of Iruka out of his mind, before he meets Kakashi's gaze head on.

"My place is closer." Tenzou turns, leading the way.

It hurts more than it should. The marks burn deeper, shadows and raised red marks from teeth and nails carving into Tenzou's flesh. Kakashi pulls his hair, yanks it back, as he pushes into Tenzou's body with his cock, and grinds into him, harsh, hot breaths searing into the softest parts of Tenzou's neck. It robs Tenzou of breath, renders him helpless and weak, pleasure blinding as it always is.