What Sasuke Wants

DarkAngelJudas: I thought that was a lot more Kakashi than Sasuke, but you’re prejudice against the younger Uchiha.
-00-night-eyes-00-: Yeah, when I switch to the (most likely) no-sex story about the family, Karin and Juugo will be involved and be more active in the family. This story however is all about Sasuke and Kakashi, so I’ve left the two of them more on the sidelines.
Krito1389: I hope you enjoy!!!

Time for some poor Kakashi. And some Minato/Kakashi lemon.
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Rin was nearly cut up into three pieces. Minato and Kakashi were too preoccupied protecting their own skins to notice the danger she was in. Luckily, she didn’t cry out and pry their attention away from their own attackers. But Minato knew when she was gone. He turned to fling a handful of weapons at the men who’d killed Rin as they redirected their attention to the two male shinobi, delaying them long enough. Minato finished killing his opponents, took out Rin’s killers, then went to help Kakashi. Kakashi killed the last of them.

Panting, Kakashi turned to look for Rin and saw her down. He called her name and rushed toward her, but Minato restrained him with an arm; he didn’t want Kakashi to see her body.

“There’s nothing you can do,” he whispered to Kakashi. The boy struggled in his arms and cried out her name. Kakashi screamed her name hoarsely as his throat tightened with emotion. Minato held him until he stopped struggling and went silent. Kakashi fell to his knees. Minato left him there while he went over and wrapped the girl’s body to take back with them. Kakashi cursed and beat the ground.

Their mission was done. Minato examined the bodies of the enemy, taking what they could use or what would be of interest to their village, including the documents they were here to recover. It occurred to him that it was a waste to trade this girl’s life for these scraps of paper, but it didn’t bother him, understanding the larger consequences. He wasn’t sure Kakashi could understand that with half their team killed within two years. Even with the war over, his teammates continued to die.

Minato picked up Rin’s body with more reverence than he normally would out of consideration for Kakashi’s feelings. He gripped Kakashi’s shoulder.

“Come on, Kakashi.”

They returned home and attended the funeral. Kakashi successfully made himself a wall flower while Minato’s only interaction was when Rin’s parents came over to thank him for bringing her body home. No one approached Kakashi until the end when Minato told him they could leave.

The boy had no parents, no family at all, and now his only two friends had been killed. Minato felt like he was all the boy had left. He walked Kakashi home. Kakashi never looked him in the eye or at him at all since moments before he realized Rin was down, nor had he said a word beside her name and curses directed at himself.

Minato decided to give him space, but Kakashi came to him after a day alone.

“Sensei, I’m joining ANBU. The Hokage approved it on the condition you think I’m capable.”

Minato was stunned. It took him a few seconds to respond. “You are very capable.”

Kakashi nodded distractedly and left.

That was it then; his team was completely gone. Kakashi must blame him. Of course he had a right. His plan of giving Kakashi that special kunai to summon him if they needed him hadn’t worked. He should have known Kakashi would depend on his father’s sword rather than the new kunai; Kakashi had lost his eye and Obito died as a result. He should have told Kakashi about the kunai. And then he couldn’t protect Rin. Kakashi had every right to blame his sensei; Minato blamed himself after all. All three of his students were gone. Except for Kakashi’s talents, his time as a teacher had been a failure. How many Jounin lost half their teams? Probably more than he imaged, but it didn’t diminish his sense of failure. Kakashi had every right to leave.

He didn’t see Kakashi again for weeks. He didn’t expect to see him, but after a full month, it started to concern him. He never even saw Kakashi in passing. He was sure the Hokage would let him know if Kakashi had died, but he had to check.

Kakashi’s home was dark; he let himself in through a window. The house was disturbingly clean. Well, beside the dust, but every shinobi bachelor’s home had a nice layer of dust; shinobi just didn’t dust. But there were no dishes in the sink, not even a chair out of place. The bed was perfectly made. Most shinobi didn’t bother, just happy to nest in the rumpled sheets after a long day and getting straight up, shower, dress, and out without something as common as making the bed. But then again, the younger were closer to their training.

Minato wondered throughout the empty, too large house. A whole family had once lived here; now just the boy. Minato checked the refrigerator and he felt a chill. It was completely empty, not even plugged in. He checked the lights, nothing. Maybe the dust and order was because Kakashi was dead. No electricity and no food? How could the boy live here?

Minato rushed to the Hokage to see if Kakashi was indeed alive.

“Kakashi is alive,” the Third assured him. “He’s one of our best. Frighteningly efficient.”

Minato decided to lie in wait for his former student. But instead of cornering him, he watched.

Kakashi materialized using the ANBU technique. He went straight into his bedroom, stripped, showered, dressed in utilitarian night clothes, and cleaned his weapons and armor before going to bed. He did everything in the dark or by the light of a single candle. He did nothing else, not even eating. He seemed to go right to sleep.

Kakashi was up before dawn and back at ANBU headquarters before the sun rose. He must eat nothing but ANBU field rations and whatever they served at headquarters. No wonder he looked so thin.

He returned that evening having no mission. Minato went up and knocked on the door. Kakashi was fully clothed right up to the mask and headband, but lacking his armor. There was an awkward moment while they just looked at each other, Kakashi too caught off guard to say anything and Minato staring at that soulless gray eye.

“Can I come in?” Minato finally asked.

Kakashi stepped back to let his sensei enter. He looked around as if he’d not seen the house before. He wondered deeper into the house. Kakashi followed. Kakashi said nothing. Minato turned toward him to find Kakashi staring at the floor. Kakashi still wouldn’t look at him.

Minato sighed; Kakashi really resented him. “Kakashi . . .” He felt bad for him, but Kakashi interpreted his tone as disappointment.

“I’m sorry, sensei. I know I’ve disappointed you.” His voice was oddly flat.

“What?”

“I know I failed you. I let them both die. I let Obito and Rin die. I’m sorry, sensei.”

Minato’s confusion took a few seconds to clear, but it was replaced by anger. For a month, and the nearly two years since Obito died besides, Minato had been blaming himself, suffering under the impression Kakashi blamed him. He was angry at himself for letting things go this far and at Kakashi for taking the responsibly that was rightfully his.

“I promised to protect Rin. If I had been a better captain, Obito wouldn’t have died. If I hadn’t been such an idiot.” Kakashi was breaking down, plunging into a mire of self pity.

Minato slapped him. Kakashi looked up in shock, his eyes bright with pain and surprise. At least there was life in that gray eye. And tears. Minato’s anger drained.

“You little fool. Their deaths were my fault. I should have trained them better. You were far beyond them; I should have done more to bring them up to your level. They were my responsibility.”

“Obito was—”

“I was relying on the kunai I gave you. I should have told you to use if you were in trouble. It was my fault Obito died. It was my fault you lost your eye. It was all my fault.”

Kakashi was looking down again and shook his head. He was crying. Minato pulled the fourteen year old into his arms.

“I’m sorry, Kakashi. I didn’t know you were carrying around the guilt.”

“I promised Obito . . .”

“That wasn’t a promise you could ever keep.”

Minato caressed the brush of silver hair comfortingly. He was still a head taller than Kakashi. He knelt down and pushed the headband up to uncover the scarred eye. Kakashi never opened the eye unless he needed it. It was closed now. Minato threaded his fingers in his hair and caressed the scar with his thumb.

“I’ve always been proud of you, Kakashi.”

He slowly brought his hand down to the mask and pulled it down. Kakashi didn’t stop him in the dim light. Minato smirked at mess. He pulled out a blood stained handkerchief he usually used on wounds and wiped Kakashi’s face.

“I’ve never seen your face before.” That made Kakashi self-conscious. He took the handkerchief and finished cleaning his face himself, keeping it covering his lower face. “I thought you were scarred or something. You’re an attractive kid. Why do you wear it?”

It took a minute, but Minato waited. “I look like my mother. My father was always sad when he looked at me. He thought I started wearing the mask to be like ANBU or other shinobi with masks, but it was so wouldn’t be so sad when he looked at me. And then I was ashamed to be his son after he . . .”

“I know.”

“I just don’t take it off now.”

Minato mused his hair. “Your hair gives you away as a Hatake.” He sobered. “Your father didn’t deserve that treatment.”

“I wasn’t enough for him to live for.”

“You were all he had to live for.”

“But I wasn’t enough.”

“He made his life being a shinobi. He lived for years hearing people praise him as a hero. Suddenly becoming a pariah destroyed him. I think he believed he was sparing you his shame.”

“I don’t want to end up like him.” Kakashi broke down again.

Minato forced his hand around the handkerchief onto Kakashi’s cheek. “You won’t. You’ve learned from your father’s mistakes. I should have told you all this sooner. I’m sorry, Kakashi, I failed you. All of you.”

Minato pulled him into a tight embrace and let the boy cry. Minato released him when his sobs subsided. Kakashi wiped his face again and then only held the handkerchief now to hide his face.

“Damn, you’ve gotten thin. Come home with me and I’ll feed you.”

Minato purposely did not look at Kakashi as he ate. Eventually, Kakashi stopped pulling his mask up after every bite. He only ate a little, but at least he ate something. Kakashi pulled the mask up hurriedly when Minato turned to him. Minato smirked.

“You’re sleeping here tonight.” Kakashi began to splutter. “No arguing. You’ve been hiding for too long. It’ll get harder to stop unless you start right away. You’re staying here for now. I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight. I’ll be nearby.”

Minato showed Kakashi into his bedroom and left him. Back out in the living room Minato wrote a note to the Hokage and summoned a small toad. The toad jumped off the windowsill and hopped away.

Minato looked out at the night sky. He leaned his head against the window frame. Even though he felt guilty about Obito and Rin, their deaths didn’t mean anything to him, not really. He’d gotten an ear full from Fugaku after Obito’s death and he regretted it, but he didn’t really feel sad about it. Or for Rin. He had been raised to think that you only lived if you were good enough. Death was to be expected; survival was the shocking thing. But he was concerned for Kakashi.

If he had found Kakashi dead he would not have been so unemotional over the body. He wouldn’t have been able to wrap it up and carry it like a bag of fruit and stoically stand at his funeral. Funeral? Kakashi had no living family. Who would be there? He was always a solitary child. No friends. It would just be his sensei.

Not Kakashi. Not for Kakashi. He couldn’t let Kakashi die. But why, why did he feel so much for Kakashi? Because they were both orphans? Talented orphans with no one else? He couldn’t let Kakashi die. But why? Because I would mourn him. How selfish. No one else would mourn him and his death would be less traumatic than Rin’s; fewer people would mourn him. But I would mourn him. I—

Minato felt a presence behind him. He turned. Kakashi stood in the doorway in the combination shirt/mask and pants.

“Sensei, I don’t think I want to be alone.”

Minato nodded and led him back into the bedroom. Kakashi got back into bed and turned away. Minato changed and crawled in behind him. After a few minutes he put an arm around Kakashi. The boy didn’t pull away.

Minato was awoken before dawn by Kakashi squirming away.

“I have to go in,” Kakashi explained as he sat up.

“No. I sent a message to the Hokage that you wouldn’t be coming in. Go back to sleep. A kid your age should look forward to sleeping in for a change.”

Kakashi settled back down. And he was still asleep when Minato woke up again. Kakashi didn’t stir as Minato pulled away. He got dressed quietly, just in civilian clothes.

Minato looked down at the boy sleeping in his bed. He was lying on his stomach, half his face pressed into the pillow, an arm splayed out in front of him. He looked so beautiful, so young, even with the mask still on.

A few minutes later, Minato came back in and woke Kakashi. “It’s nearly noon. I made something to eat. Breakfast, lunch, whatever.”

Kakashi followed him to the kitchen and Minato averted his gaze while Kakashi ate; he ate far more than last night.

“Why don’t you eat more?”

“I didn’t feel like I deserved to enjoy life; they can’t. I just ate enough to work.”

“They both loved you; they wouldn’t want this for you. For either of us. We have a duty to live their share as well.”

He saw Kakashi nod out of the corner of his eye.

“I want you to quit ANBU and we’ll build a new team.”

“No.” Minato couldn’t help looking at him. Kakashi didn’t try to pull up his mask. “I’ll stay with ANBU. I don’t want another team. I don’t want to lose anyone else. The masks and codenames keeps us from really caring about each other on that level. I like that.”

“Armor for the heart?”

“Something like that.”

“I want to see you more often. And I want you to eat. Get the power turned back on too.”

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Kakashi snuck in half way through the next night to sleep in Minato’s bed. Minato said nothing, but lifted the covers to let in and put an arm over him. After so much time alone, Kakashi was suddenly desperate to be close to someone. It became addicting. He didn’t come back every night, but Minato started to expect him and was disappointed when he didn’t slip in through the window.

It seemed he was pressing back against Minato more and more. He wondered if Kakashi just wanted to be closer or if he wanted what Minato was wanting more and more. Minato flattened his hand against the toned waist. He could feel the life in his body. He should have known it was a bad idea to make or let Kakashi sleep in his bed. He could smell him and feel his lean body. He wanted him. He wanted to touch him, taste him, feel him, hear him in the throes of ecstasy. Minato thought he displayed remarkable restraint.

Despite being able to spend time with Kakashi, Minato missed the old days taking Kakashi and the others out on missions. Even with them growing up in a time of war, the young—even the young and amazingly talented—performed lower ranked missions. And even the Yellow Flash had to supervise them. He missed those few carefree days back then. Rin and Obito’s minds were constantly going back to the family and friends that were still fighting in that war, but Kakashi had no one to care about. Not even the members of his own team. He had hardened his heart even toward them. But to Minato? He listened to and respected only Minato. Kakashi nearly relaxed in those days. News of Uchiha deaths—rare as they may be—rattled Obito even if he had never known those cousins. Rin tried to reassure him while Kakashi just stood by and watched.

But despite that, Minato had enjoyed Kakashi’s company. He was nearly an equal; brilliant and powerful. He actually respected Kakashi. He wanted those days back, even if they were little more than illusions.

On the next A rank mission, Minato requested and received Kakashi’s company. It would be just the two of them.

The young man didn’t disappoint; Kakashi had only become deadlier. With his borrowed Sharingan and his own Chidori, Kakashi flew through enemies and blood. Perhaps Minato shouldn’t have cracked a smile at the sight of a fourteen year old massacring a dozen people, but he was proud of his efficiency.

Mission completed, missing-nins all dead, they headed back toward Konoha. They stopped next to a river to clean the blood from their bodies and sleep.

Minato stripped like on any other mission and entered the river. He didn’t think Kakashi would join him; Kakashi had always gone off by himself to bathe on missions. Minato always thought he knew why, was sure Kakashi’d received horrific scaring on his face and chest and that was the reason for the mask/shirt and his insistence on being completely alone when he bathed. Rin would go off in one direction and Kakashi the opposite. Minato often had to stop Obito from following and harassing him.

But Kakashi’s skin was creamy and unmarred as he stripped. He had one or two scars on his arms, but not the scarring he’d imagined.

He was beautiful.

Minato’s erection was fighting with the cold water and Minato was thankful the water was winning.

But it was a hard fought battle as Kakashi finished stripping and entered the water. He was in better shape than most shinobi Minato’s age. He admired the S curve of his back and ass. He wanted to run his hand down that back and caress that perfectly formed body. The skin was probably so smooth from seeing so little sun and feeling little air. It was nearly the color of cream.

Kakashi was surprisingly confident stripping in front of his sensei when he probably had never stripped in front of anyone before. He had seen Minato and Obito nude before; he’d go off on his own, but he was quick, not loitering in the water, just cleaned himself and returned before the other males had made much progress, enjoying the water. He would sit and read while the others dickered in the water. Kakashi would read Sun-Tzu or some other book on strategy. But Kakashi’s attention would be drawn to the others sometimes, though not in any way that made Minato suspect he was gay. Nor did Kakashi exhibit any now. Kakashi was ignoring his presence.

Minato had to rip his eyes from the fourteen year old. He never wanted to touch him more than now.

Kakashi was as fast as usual, only in the water long enough to wash and he was out again. Minato leaned back in the water. He’s a kid. A kid with no one. He got up and ran his hand through his hair to shake the water from it. I want him damn it. I want to possess him. I want to protect him. I want him.

He got out of the water and dried off. Kakashi was already dressed.

“I’ll go see if there’s any game out here.” Kakashi disappeared into the trees. Minato got a fire started. He had to do more to repress his feelings.

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Minato visited Kushina after he and Kakashi made their report to the Hokage.

“How is Kakashi—kun?” she asked as he sat down across from her at her dining room table.

“He’s . . . fine. He has closed up a bit, but he was never garrulous. He is depressed, but that’s understandable.”

She came over to him and rubbed his shoulders. “I know he’s like a son to you. I want to invite him to dinner with us; get him used to company again. I worry about him being in ANBU at his age.”

“He seems to be doing fine. Sarutobi—sama says he’s adapted well.”

“That’s what worries me.”

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Minato couldn’t sleep, thinking about his student and his girlfriend. He loved Kakashi, desired him, but could he really make love to him? Take his virginity? And what about Kushina? He did love her, but what about these new feelings for Kakashi? What he was feeling for Kakashi was new and raw and exciting while his love for Kushina was comfortable and lacked the sheer passion of new love. Who did he love the most? That was a bad question. He wasn’t allowed to love Kakashi. But he did love him most.

Kakashi came in through his window again. He stripped down further than normal; he took his mask/shirt off. He was now shirtless in his sensei’s bed, clad in only boxers. Minato mentally cursed. Some sadistic deity was laying temptation right in front of him, right next to him.

Kakashi shifted back into Minato. Minato refused to give in, he wouldn’t touch him, wouldn’t wrap his arm around the body pressed against his, wouldn’t lower his face into that silver hair, wouldn’t kiss his inviting neck, wouldn’t press his hardening cock against that perfect ass.

Kakashi squirmed even closer. His ass moved against Minato’s crotch.

“What are you doing, Kakashi?” Minato asked horsey.

“I want you to do it.”

“What?”

“I saw the way you were looking at me. I’ve wanted you too. I didn’t bathe further away like I normally do because I wanted you to see. I thought that’s why you took me out there alone.”

So the kid did know what he was doing. “That wasn’t why. I do want you,” Minato admitted, “but it’s wrong on so many levels.”

“I love you, sensei.” Minato’s heart sped up. He was losing his hold on his rational thought. “You’re the only person in the world I trust.”

Minato’s heart clinched. He didn’t want Kakashi to trust only him. His heart bleed for Kakashi, he’d lost everyone but him, his parents, his only friends/teammates . . . Minato’s life had seemed to contract to only Kakashi despite his many friends and even a girlfriend. He could only think about the lonely orphan in front of him. He knew he shouldn’t do this, especially with someone so psychological fragile.

But Kakashi was so close and Minato could smell his freshly washed hair. If he moved it would be over; if he touched Kakashi’s bare skin, he would not be able to control himself.

“You’re too young, Kakashi.”

“I’ve killed more people than most adults. How can anyone say I’m too young for anything?”

“Kakashi, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please.” Kakashi was so lonely, aching for any touch at all. He wanted contact, to feel human.

Minato was afraid. He knew Kakashi would let him do what he wanted, but he might not tell him if he didn’t like it. Kakashi was at the point of purely going with the flow. He would let Minato rape him again and again and never complain. He was afraid of that. He was also afraid that no matter what, their relationship would change forever. He was afraid of losing him.

Kakashi turned around. From the dead gray eye looking into Minato’s blue ones, he was the only one nervous. In fact, Kakashi didn’t feel anything. He wanted to, that was why he was here.

Such a handsome young man. Kakashi had aged since the day Obito died. Minato had this idea that the masked young man was still a kid, but he had entered his teens, the baby fat beginning to fall away, his features becoming sharper. He’ll be shaving soon. That will be awkward with the mask. Minato caressed his smooth jaw.

“Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yes.”

Minato willed his hand to stop shaking as he moved his hand down to Kakashi’s chest. He couldn’t control his breathing and Kakashi’s was coming a little faster too. He turned more to look down at him. The drapes were open and he could see him dimly.

“You really are beautiful, Kakashi.” The teenager blushed a little. Minato tried to smile reassuringly down at him.

Minato kissed him. It was just lips against lips at first. He licked across Kakashi’s closed lips and Kakashi opened them. Minato moved to practically knell next to his smaller body. Braced on one arm, he caressed Kakashi’s face and kissed him deeply. Kakashi barely responded. Minato’s right hand stroked his chest and moved downward to cup his warm, hardening length. Minato use his tongue to coax Kakashi’s tongue to move. Kakashi’s tongue moved hesitantly to lick the underside of his sensei’s, mimicking him to the best of his ability as Minato’s hand distracted him. Kakashi’s hips pressed against Minato’s hand.

Minato took his lips away. “Last chance to change your mind.”

“I haven’t, sensei.”

“Turn over.” Kakashi obeyed.

Minato’s warm hands felt good running along Kakashi’s skin as they moved down his back. Minato got behind him and spread his cheeks apart. Minato threw all pretence of patience away and bent into lick the untouched flesh, moving from his scrotum to his lower back. Kakashi moaned in pleasure and some embarrassment as his sensei lapping at his entrance and the surrounding sensitive skin. His tongue then dipped into his puckered hole. Kakashi flinched, but then he loosened up, his body wanting to feel more.

Minato disengaged and gently turned Kakashi onto his back again. “Just relax, Kakashi, relax.”

Minato bent down again to take the young man into his mouth. Kakashi closed his eyes and relaxed, trying to do nothing more than to enjoy the feelings his sensei was giving him. Minato broke off to get some lotion. He quickly and quietly washed out his mouth to be on the safe side. He lubed up his fingers as soon as he returned, took Kakashi back into his mouth as he pressed the first finger inside him. Kakashi forced himself to relax, but it was difficult. The first finger was nothing, but the second hurt. The pain of stretching was nearly overwhelmed by Minato’s heavenly mouth. This was Minato’s first time with another male, but he knew what he liked. He sort of lost himself in the feel of his student in his mouth and kept sucking and fingering him until Kakashi cam into his mouth. His first instinct was to pull away, but stopped and tasted him. He liked it.

He did finally pull away. He could feel how much looser Kakashi was now and thought it was a good time to take him. He crouched between Kakashi’s legs. Kakashi was panting and his eyes were half shut and glassy with pleasure. In the faint light he couldn’t see the Sharingan that would have made him feel more uncomfortable. Kakashi’s body seemed to shine with a thin layer of sweat and half his body was blushed from passion and embarrassment.

“I love you, Kakashi.”

Kakashi opened his right eye a little more and his blush deepened.

“Relax.” Minato grabbed his hips gently and pulled him up to a more comfortable height and pressed in. Having cumed and been well fingered it was an easy entry. Kakashi held his breath. He gave a small grunt when Minato slid over his prostate. Minato continued to press in until he was fully seated within him.

“Are you okay, Kakashi?” Minato panted.

Kakashi took a breath. “It hurts a little.”

“I’m sorry. It’ll feel good soon. I promise.”

“Just . . . don’t move yet.”

“I won’t.”

Minato could feel Kakashi’s body spasm tightly around him, wanting to expel the intruder. The pressure decreased, but he tightened up a few times. Minato groaned at how good it felt.

“You feel so good, Kakashi.”

“Sensei.”

Minato understood and started to pull out. He moved slowly, letting Kakashi get used to him filling him over and over. Kakashi grunted with every touch to that bundle of nerves he never even knew he possessed until now. The grunts turned to hums as he got more used to the feeling and the motion of Minato’s body rocking into his.

Then Kakashi started rocking down to meet Minato’s thrusts. Minato sped up. Kakashi’s body relaxed and let Minato fuck him, enjoying the pleasure he was giving him.

“Sensei,” Kakashi breathed.

Minato kissed him. He teased Kakashi into keeping his mouth open and kissed him, open mouthed. Kakashi grabbed his shoulders and held him down to keep his mouth. Kakashi fully kissed back. He threaded his fingers into Minato’s spiky yellow hair. He brought his knees up to hook them around Minato’s hips and pull him in.

Kakashi had already cum once, but Minato hadn’t. Minato ripped his lips away, his body tensed, and growled as he cam inside his student. Kakashi rocked up into him when Minato stopped moving.

The needy, panting, thrusting body wrapped around him kept him hard after he cam. He suffered through the temporary sensitivity and started moving again. Unfortunately, Kakashi wasn’t far off.

“Sensei,” Kakashi gritted. Minato grabbed the base of Kakashi’s cock and stopped him from cumming. “Hold it in and we can cum together.”

As nice as that sounded even to Kakashi, he couldn’t help bucking against that grip, throwing it off. There was no stopping it. His body practically vibrated and he kept bucking as he cam. It felt so good, but Minato wasn’t close enough. Minato kept fucking him. Eventually, he stopped and pulled out. He jacked off and released onto Kakashi’s groin and thighs.

Minato slid down to lie between Kakashi’s spread legs and lay his head on Kakashi’s cum splattered abdomen.

“I love you, Kakashi.”

Kakashi put his hands in Minato’s yellow locks and started finger combing it. “I love you, sensei.”

“Under the circumstances, you should start calling me ‘Minato.’”

Kakashi didn’t say anything, but Minato could feel Kakashi’s diagram move with a huff. Minato turned his head to lick up a good amount of Kakashi’s cum. Then Minato came up to kiss Kakashi again, giving him a good taste of his own cum. Kakashi was game and licked out of his sensei’s mouth.

The intensity of Kakashi’s kiss faded, signaling Kakashi’s weariness. Minato turned onto his side and pulled Kakashi into his arms and they fell asleep.

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Minato woke up with Kakashi in his arms. His chest swelled with guilt and regret.

Kakashi squirmed out of his arms and Minato pretended to be asleep. Kakashi went into the bathroom and took a shower. He never did that before. But he never had sex with him before. He’s probably come to his senses and wants to wash away all evidence of what I did to him last night.

Kakashi came out, dressed, and left the bedroom through the door. Of course he wants to get away. I’ve lost him. What have I done? What if he tells someone? Minato panicked for a moment, but he knew Kakashi would never betray him.

Then he heard . . . dishes. Kakashi was making something to eat. Confused, Minato got up, intending to go find out what Kakashi thought about all this in the light of day, but then he realized he was naked and covered in dried cum. He took the fastest shower of his life then slipped into a pair of pants and a white civilian shirt.

Kakashi was just setting his meal down on the table. His mask was up, but Minato could see that his eye was no longer soulless. It was hooded and lazy looking, but that was normal. Kakashi almost look . . . happy.

“Hungry, sensei?” He almost sounded happy too.

“Uh, yeah.” Minato sat down.

Kakashi cooked up another few eggs and put them and a helping of rice onto a plate and placed it in front of Minato. Kakashi sat down too and pulled his mask down. Damn, he looked beautiful. He looked alive. His eye was bright and his lips were still bruised and swollen. Minato had been thinking that this was wrong, this couldn’t go on, no one could know, he would have to break Kakashi’s heart, or Kakashi would never speak to him again. He was fearful, but seeing Kakashi happy and . . . alive . . . Nothing else mattered. Nothing else mattered except Kakashi’s smile.

“You don’t regret it?” Minato asked, but his face and tone were much brighter than it would have been one minute ago.

“No. I love you.”

“Good; I love you too.” It wasn’t good, but then again, at least Kakashi didn’t hate him for what he did. Minato hoped that his entire life wasn’t about to go downhill.

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Minato was scared when the Hokage summoned him, but Sarutobi was happy to see him.

“I’m glad to see that you were able to help Kakashi-kun,” Sarutobi said. “I haven’t seen his face, but he seems more alive, less like a machine; and I can see life in his eye. Well done.”

Minato hid how relieved he was. “He blamed himself. He just needed support. He pulled away from me so quickly after Rin’s death. I should have sought him out sooner.”

“Well, I’m glad you were able to help him. I know that I’ve made the right choice.”

“Choice?”

Sarutobi stood up and came around to stand in front of Minato. “I want to retire. I’m going to name you as the next Hokage.”

Minato was shocked, but eventually got his voice back. “Thank you, sir. But I thought you were grooming Orochimaru to be the next Hokage.”

Sarutobi shook his head. “Orochimaru is too . . . He doesn’t have the heart to be Hokage. He is my favorite student, but he is not fit to be Hokage. You should tell Kushina and Kakashi. We’ll talk more about this later. Go on. You’ll probably all want to celebrate.”

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And they did. Kushina was so happy to see Kakashi and see him happy and well. Minato had prepared her for it, that the next day Kakashi seemed happier after going on a mission together. And for a few hours in a private room in a restaurant—where Kakashi shocked him, by letting Kushina see his face—Minato felt like this was a complete family and they were all happy.

That night he wondered what he was going to do. He didn’t want to give either of them up and he could never have an open relationship with Kakashi. What was he going to do?

Minato was formally named Hokage two months later.

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It was rare that they could sleep together in a bed. Minato had to figure out ways to fool his ANBU guard. Many times he would assign only Kakashi to guard him when he ‘worked late.’ He would make love to Kakashi across his desk, in his chair, against the wall, even on the floor. Though he was the Seme, he let Kakashi take a turn as well. It was a wonder Kakashi didn’t blush when he came into this room when they weren’t alone.

On one such night, they both stretched out their senses to make sure they were alone. Minato lowered the blinds. He turned to find Kakashi behind him with his mask already pulled down. Minato put a hand to his cheek and stared into that one eye.

“I hate having to see you like this,” Minato said. “I love you.”

“I don’t really mind, sensei. Nothing in my life has ever been ‘normal.’”

Minato felt enormously guilty and sad for him. He kissed him. If this was the one happiness in Kakashi’s life, he would give it to him as often as he could. Maybe he was justifying it to himself, but he truly loved to see Kakashi happy. Or incredibly turned on. As he was now.

Minato pushed him against the wall to force the kiss deeper. He finally pulled away to rip Kakashi’s headband away and look at him. Kakashi’s lips were flushed and he kept his Sharingan eye shut. His normal eye was half lidded and sultry. Damn, he loved that look. Kushina never looked at him like that. Minato lost all composure and attacked Kakashi’s neck and clothes, divesting him completely of his pants, but leaving most of the rest.

Minato dispensed with the romance; he could tell Kakashi just wanted to be touched, just wanted to be fucked. Minato abandoned him for a moment to get the lube from his drawer. Clothes pushed aside and hiked up, Minato lubed up then entered him. Minato sucked on Kakashi’s ear, nipping at it, and smelling his hair.

Kakashi tilted his head back and enjoyed the fast, rough fuck against the wall, his sensei and Hokage thrusting up into him. He groaned, unable to think of anything to say to encourage him.

Minato was quick after not having sex in a week. Kakashi was still hanging as Minato took a moment to catch his breath. Kakashi waited patiently. He was unsurprised when Minato grabbed him and pushed him back onto his desk. Minato dropped to his knees and sucked Kakashi to completion. He savored the pleasantly salty taste of his student. So different from Kushina’s juices.

“Sensei, again, please.”

Minato hadn’t completely softened and sucking off his student had brought him back to full hardness. He came up to kiss him again. Kakashi put his hands on Minato’s sides and tried to pull him down and he got the message and didn’t hesitate to take him again. Kakashi hooked his legs around Minato’s back and tried to force him deeper. Minato’s lips drifted to his neck.

“Sensei,” Kakashi pleaded, though he didn’t know for what.

“I love you, Kakashi,” Minato whispered against his neck. “I love you.”

“I love you, sensei. Don’t ever leave me.”

“Never.”

Kakashi bucked up into him. It took longer this time, but they cam together. Minato kissed Kakashi’s temple. “I love you.”

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Kakashi was perfectly aware that Minato was having sex with Kushina as well. Later, Kakashi would wonder which painful event in his past made him not think twice about this, about being a sort of mistress. Minato had been surprised that Kakashi not only knew Minato was sleeping with Kushina too, but was fine with it.

But he was sure that was about to change.

Minato created a shadow clone to fool ANBU while he ran away to Kakashi’s house seven months later.

Minato offered his arm as a pillow and Kakashi lay on his back with his head in the crook of his sensei’s arm after having sex. Minato angled toward him to watch his face.

“I love you, Kakashi.”

“I love you, sensei.”

“Kakashi . . . I’m marrying Kushina.”

Kakashi pushed himself up and looked at Minato. “What?”

“I’m Hokage, it’s expected of me. I’ve always loved her, just not as much as I love you. And she’s pregnant. I’m marrying her.”

“But what about me?”

“I love you most of all. I truly do.”

“When?”

“She wants to wait until after the baby’s born; probably in mid-October.”

“What about me?” Kakashi asked again.

Minato reached up to stroke Kakashi’s hair. “We can’t spend as much time together, but I won’t give you up. I won’t leave you. Ever.”

Kakashi nodded. He would deal with it. Minato pulled him back down and held his head against his chest.

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Kakashi actually grew a little closer to Kushina. Her pregnancy was a secret for a long time, only Kakashi and Kushina’s best friend, Uchiha Mikoto, knew—beside the village elders of course. Even once she started showing, she kept inside. It wasn’t shame or anything like that. Minato told Kakashi the truth that Kushina was a Jinchuriki and the seal would be loose as she gave birth and they wanted to avoid anyone trying to take advantage of that. Kakashi understood and remained silent.

Kakashi supported Minato’s decision after his initial shock and that made Minato comfortable sharing everything with Kakashi, his plans for the wedding, his hopes for his child, even the child’s name. Minato was so excited and only let it show because Kakashi seemed alright with it.

But really, Kakashi’s heart was aching. Minato was so happy and it had nothing to do with him. He listened and helped with the planning nevertheless. He would never ruin Minato’s happiness by telling him how much he was hurting.

Kakashi had finally decided that he was indeed fine with the situation just before the birth. He was even anxious to see the baby. It might be like having a baby brother. Minato even told him that he hoped Kakashi would be his child’s sensei one day. Kakashi was beginning to look forward to it.

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When they brought Minato’s body back to the village, Kakashi was right there. He just stared at it. He couldn’t hear anything, couldn’t feel anything, except his heartbeat. He tried to quiet it, but that was his entire world as he watched them carry Minato’s body pass him.

He was alone again.

He had to ask the Third about Kushina later in the Hokage’s office. His heart felt like it was draining out as he stood in this room.

“She died too,” Sarutobi said.

“And the baby?”

“You know far more than you should have.”

“Minato-sensei trusted me.”

“The baby is alive. Naruto. Minato gave his life to seal the Kyuubi inside his son.”

“Can I see him?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Kakashi-kun. No one can know whose son he is. I want you to stay away. Minato’s former student showing interest in him will give too many clues to his parentage. It’s for his safety.”

Kakashi nodded. It might be too painful to see him anyway.

“Will you be alright, Kakashi-kun? I know you were very close to them both.”

Kakashi nodded. He left distractedly without being dismissed. He was taken off the active duty roster for a month. It took quite a bit of prodding from Sarutobi, Gai, and some others from ANBU to break him out of his depression. Everyone important to him was dead. He promised himself that he would never love again, but as the years passed, he realized that was probably impossible and unhealthy. He took lovers, but tried not to fall in love. He was too afraid of losing someone else.

Then he fell hard for his own student.

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I really don’t know if Minato’s mother is Tsunade, as some have suggested, or if his father is Dan or Jiraiya or whoever, so forgive me if I’m totally wrong about the orphan thing. Yet, it does almost seem like Tsunade left soon after Dan died, so even if she’s Minato’s mother, he was raised as an orphan.