Unanticipated Reunions and Alliances

Kakashi lay awake thinking about the past.

Itachi was courageous and direct, rather blunt in fact, but no one would call him bold. That’s why it doubly shocked Kakashi when the barely thirteen year old suddenly kissed him one afternoon.

They had been meeting outside of ANBU for three months. Itachi liked traditional cafes and Kakashi had nothing against them. They went out for meals together whether they had a mission together or not, walk through the village, and trained—Itachi training Kakashi as much as Kakashi Itachi since Kakashi was not a native Sharingan user. But Itachi would always duck behind cover or transform whenever one of his own clan wondered by. The only exception was once when eight year old Sasuke came looking for Itachi. Itachi spotted him down the street from the café.

“If they’ve sent Sasuke to look for me, they must really want me home.” He stood.

“Sasuke?”

“My little brother.” Itachi smiled fondly. He gestured down the street as he threw money on the table to pay for his half. “I have to go.”

“How ‘bout I order some dangos for him?”

“He doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth actually. I worry about him sometimes,” he said jokingly. “I’ll see you at the briefing tomorrow.”

That was the first time Kakashi had ever seen Sasuke. Itachi met him in the street and Sasuke didn’t see Kakashi; probably never did, not even in passing, until after Sasuke graduated from the academy.

After Itachi was promoted to captain, he and Kakashi went on far fewer missions together, both being captains, but they still met on the outside. Itachi had just been promoted when Itachi let the extent of his feelings known.

They had been training through the evening. The sun had set and the moon rising when they stopped. The dark made little difference because of their Sharingans. Once they cooled down, they walked the long way back to the village. They were in sight of the gates when Itachi stopped. He wasn’t looking at Kakashi, but at the ground. Kakashi wondered how a tuff of grass could become so absorbing. He said Itachi’s name, but got no response. Itachi looked like he was struggling for words, but nothing occurred to him. He looked at Kakashi and then, throwing everything to the wind, reached up, grabbed Kakashi’s head with one hand and pulled him down into a kiss while he pulled the mask away with his other hand. Kakashi was too stunned to protest. Then the sensations of Itachi’s warm, soft, lips and the hands in his hair chased away any thoughts of protest. He found himself kissing back and opening his mouth to allow Itachi tongue to enter. Kakashi’s arms wrapped around the lithe body pressing against him and held him close. Kakashi’s mind refused to work for a full minute as they kissed, he forgot that the person kissing him was only a thirteen year old boy.

Though not done growing, Itachi was fairly tall for his age. Even so, he had to stretch his torso in order to kiss Kakashi properly. Between that and the lack of breathable oxygen, made Itachi pull away at last. But he didn’t go far. He looped his arms around Kakashi’s neck as he allowed his body to slouch back to his normal height and posture.

Kakashi looked down into those beautiful black eyes that were looking into his single gray one. Some part of his brain was trying to remind him that Itachi was so young, but at the moment he couldn’t remember why that was important.

“I love you, Kakashi.”

Before this moment, Kakashi had loved Itachi as a friend; he had even taken a paternal interest in him when he joined ANBU; they were partners—sometimes—and they respected each other as equals, but he had not been in love with the young Uchiha. Not until now. He was now.

“I love you too, Itachi.”

Itachi smiled. He knew he had been risking their friendship by doing something so impulsive, but he was tired of trying to come up with the right words.

It wasn’t until they were back in the village and Itachi and he parted ways to their separate homes that Kakashi began to remember why this was so wrong. Itachi was a child. A talented, skilled, precocious, deadly child, but still a child. Even if it was totally his own decision, the village didn’t recognize someone his age capable of making such a decision.

Kakashi didn’t sleep that night. Images of Itachi kept plaguing him. And the taste of his mouth. No, no, I can’t fall in love with him. But it was too late. The boy’s beauty demanded attention now, his sometimes coy manner, and his, slightly sad, maturity was too much.

And he realized Itachi had no other friends, at least not outside his clan. And he tried to avoid his clan when outside the compound. That only made Kakashi’s heart ache for him more.

They didn’t see other the next day, but day after they met as normal at Itachi’s favorite café. Itachi had already ordered for both of them and was already nibbling at a dango. He gave Kakashi a small smile before Kakashi sat down. He was stoic again a moment later.

Kakashi looked at his face, still slightly round with baby fat despite being almost unhealthily thin. He wondered what Itachi would look like with older, more mature, sharper features. Kakashi put this thought aside and pretended, as Itachi was, that the other day hadn’t happened.

They finished their tea and walked, talking casually, Itachi dictating their path. Kakashi was only slightly surprised their path led to Kakashi’s home. By this time Itachi had already sensed Kakashi was having doubts about their kiss. He still wore his normal stoic expression which Kakashi had only seen break less than a dozen times in the last year, but he was even more silent than usual and he radiated worry and disappointment.

Kakashi let him in—no matter what, they needed to talk, without the risk of being overheard.

“I’m sorry,” Itachi said the moment the door shut. “It was an impulsive thing to do, but I meant it.”

“I know. It’s just . . . it’s impossible. As much as we may both want it, a relationship is out of the question.”

“You’re thinking I’m too young.”

“You are too young.”

“How old were you when you first killed someone?” Itachi’s voice was calm.

Kakashi wasn’t as thrown by the question as he thought he should be. “Eleven or twelve.”

“I was eight. When was the first time you were nearly killed on a mission, in real danger, in real fear for your life?” His voice still calm.

“Ten I think.”

“I was eight. And your experience wasn’t exactly normal, was it? You became a shinobi during a time of war. I was only four, but I saw my share. I saw several of my cousins die, an uncle, my grandfather. Not to mention how many other of our shinobi and the enemy. I was four when I learned what death was, what war was. I’m thirteen but I’m an ANBU captain. No one else seems to think I’m too young, for anything, except sake. I’m old enough to kill, to die for the village, to lead shinobi much older than I. Why am I too young to be in love?”

“The emotion is not what you’re too young for,” Kakashi argued.

“My father doesn’t think so.”

Kakashi’s eyes widened. Is he insinuating . . .?

Itachi read his eyes. “No, that’s not what I mean. I already have a lover, the girl my father picked for my wife, a second or third cousin. She’s a little older, already out of the academy. He encouraged us to get a move on, anxious to get a few more heirs to the main Uchiha bloodline. I’m not too young, Kakashi.”

“This is a little different. And you aren’t the one who’d be in trouble for it, no matter how willing you are or the fact you instigated it.”

Itachi sighed, knowing Kakashi was right. He turned and walked to the sofa and sat down. It startled Kakashi that Itachi had not raised his voice at all or allowed any emotion whatsoever in his face or voice. But that sigh, it was of defeat. He looked deflated. Kakashi realized during their argument—if such a civil toned discussion could be called an argument—that Itachi had puffed himself up, standing at his full height, back uncomfortably straight, shoulders thrown back, and his chest out, making himself as large as possible like a threatened cat. Now he looked very small. If he looked thin before, he looked emaciated now.

It also amazed Kakashi how easily it was to defeat him. It wasn’t much of an argument on Kakashi’s part; it was a sound argument, but a short one. Itachi knew what he wanted, knew the risks, but he wasn’t going to try to convince Kakashi to take risks for his sake, he only wanted Kakashi if he was completely willing to take that risk. And it appeared Kakashi was not willing to take the risk.

But he was. The more he tried to keep himself from falling deeply in love with Itachi, the further he sank, like some diabolical booby trap. And right now the boy looked so dejected.

Kakashi crossed to him, pulled down his mask, leaned down, and kissed the boy on the mouth before he could register what was going on. Itachi’s hand clutched at Kakashi’s hair as if to prevent him from escaping, but Kakashi had no intension of leaving.

When they finally had to breathe, Kakashi said, “We just have to be very careful; no one must even suspect.”

Itachi nodded and pulled Kakashi’s lips back to his. After another minute of exploring the others’ mouths, Kakashi rose from his crouching position, pulling Itachi, who was firmly attached to his lips, up with him. Itachi was just a little too short to comfortably walk and kiss at the same time, but before he knew it, he was laying Itachi back onto his bed. Kakashi’s lips fell to Itachi neck. He figured he didn’t have to be too careful if Itachi had another lover; any mark could be attributed to her.

Even as his possessiveness grew the more he touched him, Kakashi was oddly not jealous of the girl. Yet it seemed that every part of Itachi that he touched, he was laying claim to.

They were pressing together through their pants, rubbing their arousals desperately. Kakashi’s hand wormed its way under Itachi’s shirt and found a sensitive nipple. Itachi’s chest rose into that hand. Kakashi abandoned it after a while and trailed down Itachi’s firm stomach to feel the outline of the rigidness inside Itachi’s black pants.

“Senpai, I’m . . .” Itachi moaned.

“We won’t go all the way today,” he assured him, “no need to hold back.”

But knowing how close they both were, and knowing that Itachi had to walk home and probably face a few of his clansmen, Kakashi pulled at his pants, freeing Itachi’s length. Kakashi released his own erection and began caressing Itachi, using his precum as lubricant. Itachi’s fingers hesitantly found Kakashi’s cock and began mimicking Kakashi’s own movements.

Itachi let out a strangled moan and cam. Seeing and hearing the boy cum, his face squinched up in pleasure and his moaning, brought Kakashi to his own climax. Itachi sunk into the mattress.

Then he did something that completely surprised Kakashi, he pulled Kakashi’s cum covered hand to his face and back to lick their mixed essence slowly from his fingers and palm. He thought he should be disgusted, but it was such an erotic sight and the feeling of that tongue running over his skin was already making his hard again. The boy was gorgeous and obviously not sexually inexperienced since he didn’t even blush. Well, not in embarrassment.

Itachi took one of Kakashi’s fingers in his mouth and ran his tongue under it seductively, grazing his teeth along its length, and sucking gently. Kakashi could help but imagine another appendage replacing his finger. Kakashi moaned and had to shut his eyes: seeing Itachi’s hollowed cheeks and his kiss-swollen lips around his finger was painfully arousing.

Itachi’s eyes opened at the moan and watched the ecstasy on Kakashi’s face. Kakashi’s hips bucked as Itachi’s tongue concentrated on his fingertip, unable to separate fact from fantasy even without a Sharingan genjutsu. Itachi moaned and Kakashi forced his eyes open; he looked into the afore mentioned Sharingan. His own uncovered Sharingan told him Itachi wasn’t even attempting to use his eyes. He knew those eyes could practically record everything—his had been.

Itachi pulled his head back while pulling Kakashi’s hand away, extracting the finger. Kakashi attacked his lips, almost too far gone to remember this was—in a sense—a virgin and that he had resolved not to take him so soon. Instead, Kakashi slid his erection over Itachi’s, rubbing their bare skin together, eliciting a moan from Itachi.

Kakashi was closer to completion from the stimulation Itachi had given him, so he reached down with his damp finger and massaged his perineum and scrotum. Itachi bucked. He ripped his lips away as he cam, crying out as he did so. Kakashi was right after him.

Kakashi lay next to him. Itachi turned onto his side and curled up next to him.

“I love you, sempai.”

“I absolutely adore you, ‘tachi.”

“Hmm,” Itachi hummed against Kakashi’s chest.

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It was another week before they could spend any real time together, though they were able to steal an hour before Kakashi was sent off on a mission. Itachi proved that what he’d done with Kakashi’s finger, he could do with the real thing and that he really wasn’t shy when it came to Kakashi’s climax. Kakashi returned the favor, relishing the taste of his young lover.

When Kakashi returned, Itachi was waiting for him in his house. Itachi jumped him, kissing him deeply.

“My father thinks I’m on a mission,” Itachi told him. “I’m not expected home for three days.”

“Three days?”

“Yeah.” Itachi kissed him again.

They both only managed to strip their shirts by the time they made it to the bedroom. The sheets were already rumpled; Itachi must have spent at least one night here already. Kakashi dropped the rest of his clothes. Itachi lay back and Kakashi immediately pulled his pants and boxers off at once.

Kakashi hovered over Itachi and kissed him while Itachi reached blindly for lube he had strategically placed earlier. Kakashi took it from him, squeezed some on his fingers, and teased Itachi’s opening. Itachi moaned into his mouth. Kakashi pressed one finger in, lubing and massaging his anal ring, then adding a second finger to scissor and stretch him.

Unable to wait any longer, Kakashi lubed himself and pressed in. Kakashi had to bend his back forward to kiss the Uchiha as he entered him, but he wanted to distract him from any pain he might be causing him. He eased in completely and waited, feeling Itachi begin to relax around him.

Itachi raised his hips as a signal to continue. Kakashi slowly pulled out and pushed back in. As he sped up, he was forced to stop kissing Itachi, the difference in their height making it too difficult. Itachi’s hips bucked when Kakashi hit his prostate and let out a strangled moan. He clutched at Kakashi’s upper arms, trying gain some purchase, but lacked the mental clarity to grasp anything.

“Sempai,” Itachi sighed.

The desperation in that one word made Kakashi lose any compunction; he leaned back grabbed Itachi’s slim hips and fucked him properly. Itachi cried out in pleasure. It didn’t take long for Itachi to lose it with the closest thing to a scream he ever let out in his life. Kakashi followed suit.

Kakashi lay next to his young lover and pulled him into an embrace. Itachi was tired and satisfied, he fell right to sleep.

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They were lovers for five months, somehow able to hide their relationship the entire time. Then suddenly Itachi changed.

Itachi had been growing more sullen and more tired-looking since he was made a captain, but Itachi assured Kakashi it was just ANBU missions and some family pressure to excel. He confided how trapped he felt as his father’s heir and how he was expected to be the greatest shinobi the family’d produced since Madara. He shrugged it off and told Kakashi he could handle it.

But it didn’t seem so. Five months then Itachi became very, very quiet. He was never garrulous, but he hummed answers even more and rarely spoke at all. Kakashi asked once or twice what the matter was, but he didn’t want to badger him. It wasn’t all bad though; Itachi was even closer to him than ever, craving his company in every available moment and not just for sex. But he didn’t speak much. Sometimes Kakashi could draw him out by asking him about Sasuke, but towards the end, that made Itachi even more morose.

The last night they spent together was in some ways the best, but the atmosphere was heavy. After they were both thoroughly fucked, Itachi nuzzled next to Kakashi and spoke the most he had two months.

“Kakashi, I love you so much. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you; I would do anything for you, always.”

“Hmm. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?”

“For the last few weeks. I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“I can’t; not even with you. It’ll be over soon. I love you.”

“I’ll always love you. Do you think there’s a chance we can make our relationship more . . . permanent? Do you think your clan will disown you over this?”

“My clan would never accept it. My father would be furious. I don’t know what we could do. I don’t know.”

Itachi was crying. Kakashi held him even closer and kissed his hair. Itachi whispered how much he loved him a few more times before he fell asleep. He was gone in the morning.

Three days later and Itachi was gone, his clan slaughtered, leaving only Sasuke. Kakashi was shattered to hear Itachi had killed his family and fled. He found it harder and harder to live in his family’s house with the memories of Itachi adding to the memories of his father’s suicide. He moved out within the year, but kept the house itself. He couldn’t completely discard his memories of Itachi and his father.

Kakashi did feel betrayed. But he remembered Itachi’s behavior and words that night. If Itachi was telling the truth . . . Whatever caused Itachi to slaughter is clan was stronger or more important than his lover. Kakashi’s heart was broken; he couldn’t conceive of another relationship, he was still in love with Itachi no matter what he’d done, and he didn’t want to feel like that again.

He found a slightly masochist pleasure in Jiraiya’s novels. Jiraiya may have been thinking of another pale skinned man with long black hair—Orochimaru—but Kakashi saw Itachi in the main character in those erotic novels; it was why he read them obsessively.

Part of him came to hate Itachi, but he could never truly hate his young lover. When Itachi came back to the village several years later, Kakashi’s heart broke all over again; Itachi was even more beautiful. The next time he saw him, when his team attempted to recover Gaara, Itachi had lost all baby fat, his face now thin and sharp. And when his clone got close enough, he could smell him; very much the same as when he was thirteen. He tried to hate him for attempting Tsukuyomi on him a second time, but he couldn’t.

Now he was back and vulnerable. Pakkun was right, this would not end well.