A Shadow Darkly

XIV

Kakashi tumbled to his knees, shivering uncontrollably. Sasuke, supporting him, went down as well. The black-haired nukenin struggled up, though, and hauled Kakashi with him. They had to get away from Yagami village as fast as they could, but both had expended far too much chakra. Even Sasuke was faltering, his body exhausted by the chakra that had been unleashed so suddenly. They were somewhere in the woods, heading toward – or away from – Konoha. With no strength to really get a clear bearing, both were lost and were concentrating on becoming even more so.

Kakashi had become delirious about a mile back, his body ice cold. Sasuke knew that if he didn’t get Kakashi warmed up, the man would die, but he couldn’t risk a fire. His only other option was to share body heat, but his own temperature was rapidly dropping as well. He estimated another hour before he, too, became hypothermic. Then there would be no hope for either of them. The nukenin managed to get to a clearing before collapsing, lying half on top of the silver-haired shinobi with him. Kakashi was barely breathing, body shutting out responses from the extreme regions to protect his heart.

Sasuke shifted, grabbing for clothes, pulling them away. He wasn’t thinking as he bared Kakashi and himself. He wasn’t thinking when he nestled himself between Kakashi’s legs and took the man’s cock in hand. He wasn’t thinking when he began to suck the man off and long fingers buried themselves in his hair. He was just acting in the best interest of the situation.

He supposed that he loved Kakashi – some twisted form of it, anyway. Or perhaps, he just needed the stupid jounin, no love involved. Whatever the case, Sasuke just stopped thinking and moved.

In his delirium, Kakashi could only imagine who was giving him head. He imagined Iruka, even muttered the name, but got no reply. He just gently thrust his hips up into that hot mouth and felt his blood begin to burn. Kakashi decided he wasn’t above whimpering when that mouth pulled away from his cock and only got hushed for his noises, that mouth on his stomach and chest, leaving bruises.

“Iruka,” Kakashi whined.

“Shut up.” Iruka whispered in his ear. “Or I’ll stop.”

Which is what Kakashi didn’t want him to do. With his blood singing in his veins, Kakashi was content to let Iruka do what he wanted, kisses and bruises here and there keeping him from slipping away. Hips ground together, driving spirals of pleasure form Kakashi’s groin to his brain. The tendrils were driving away the delirium, and the cold. Kakashi frowned.

The scent and taste of Iruka was different, wasn’t what he remembered. Gone were the smells of ink and crayons, replaced by earth and pine. Gone was the taste of mango and papaya, replaced by apricots. He was thinner, muscles not as defined, and his hair as loose, brushing over Kakashi’s nipples teasingly. Then that teasing hair was pulled away, Iruka shifting to straddle him. The moment he felt himself taken into tight heat, felt muscle give way and blood run down his hard flesh, he knew that this wasn’t Iruka.

It was Sasuke.

Kakashi opened his eyes and stared up at Sasuke, saw those Sharingan eyes clouded with something – pain, maybe, or sadness – and all he did was place his hands on Sasuke’s hips to steady him. Kakashi didn’t fight this joining, even as his mind worked up thousands of possibilities of why Sasuke would do this of his own volition.

He rolled them when he had enough strength, getting Sasuke beneath him as they moved, sinking deeper into the nukenin’s body. Kakashi watched Sasuke cry.

For the first time Kakashi asked, “Am I hurting you?”

Sasuke shook his head and wrapped his arms around his former sensei’s shoulders. “Don’t die.”

Kakashi pulled them up, letting Sasuke ride him. “I won’t.”

They moved slowly, Sasuke’s forehead on Kakashi’s shoulder, his body slowly tightening around the cock inside him as Kakashi’s arms were wrapped around Sasuke’s back. It was in that moment that something changed between them, something that made them more than victim and torturer, master and slave but less than lovers.

But there was the possibility of the pair reaching that level.

Kakashi began to pick up the pace then, toppling back over to have Sasuke beneath him again, folding the Uchiha in half as he pounded him into the dirt. It was their first time to actually make love, Kakashi realized as he watched Sasuke’s eyes close, his mouth open as he panted and tried not the cry out.

Why hadn’t Kakashi seen what he’d done to Sasuke?

Kakashi came hard into Sasuke, bright lights exploding behind his eyes. He felt hot liquid strike his abdomen, felt it mingle with the sweat on both their bodies. Warm now, and his chakra reserves beginning to fill up, Kakashi settled down beside Sasuke and watched him watch the canopy of the clearing. He watched those Sharingan eyes slowly focus on some for away point before slowly beginning to close. When Sasuke was asleep, Kakashi finally reached over to stroke his fingers through the blood on the nukenin’s right cheek. It was sticky, a vivid reminder of what he had done. Kakashi let out a breath and was still.