Three Deadly Little Words

This whole story came out of that first chapter. I just loved that little premise. And I don’t think that was OOC for Kakashi (for Sasuke, certainly, until he got offended, pure Sasuke there), I think he’d freak under those circumstances. Who wouldn’t? Even Sakura would freak. She’d be happy, but she’d freak.

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They had prearranged to meet later that day for training. Sasuke was definitely in a huff, though Naruto and Sakura just took that as Sasuke’s customary irritation. Kakashi knew differently. Kakashi couldn’t help looking at him though Sasuke had become adept very quickly at not looking at him.

Naruto came up to Kakashi. “Sorry about this morning, Sasuke explained everything.”

“He did?” Kakashi was careful not to give anything away in his voice.

“Just that I was crashing with you and I was pissed he woke me up,” Sasuke offered without even glancing in his direction.

“Ah.”

They turned to training. Naruto showed off, Sakura was trying to prove herself to Sasuke, Kakashi watched, and Sasuke was as disinteresting in sparing with them as he’d ever been. Kakashi couldn’t help watching Sasuke closely to see if he was limping at all. He wasn’t, but Kakashi kept looking.

Sasuke was the first to walk off when Kakashi told them that was it for the day. Sakura ran after him before Naruto could make a clumsy attempt to ask her out. Kakashi took his chance.

“Naruto, I have to admit I was almost as surprised as you this morning, I don’t actually remember offering Sasuke a billet for the night. I don’t remember anything from last night.”

“Oh. Well, our team was having dinner. Sakura went home after Kiba showed up and we started getting loud and Kiba ordered sake. Kiba challenged Sasuke to a drinking contest and you know how Sasuke is about things like that. You warned him against it, but that just made Sasuke want to prove he could do it more. Kiba won. You had a few but then Kiba started challenging you too and Sasuke and I egged you both on until you accepted. You won.

“Really, I don’t remember seeing Sasuke so . . . happy. He was totally drunk, but he joined in the conversation and in egging you on to accept Kiba’s challenge. It was a great night.”

“What about you?”

“I’m still too young to drink. One more week!”

“So we were drunk.”

“Totally!”

“I didn’t take my mask off, did I?”

“Naw. Even hammered you somehow managed to drink without showing your face. Really annoying actually.”

“Thanks, Naruto.”

So they were drunk. He couldn’t really be blamed for anything he did or said while drunk, could he? But telling someone he loved them? That wasn’t normal was it if you didn’t really mean it? Was it? Alcohol usually makes you say what’s really on your mind. Typically. He love Sasuke? Kakashi shook his head. No, this was insane.

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Kakashi was eating dinner when Izumo came to his door.

“The Hokage need something?”

“No. I thought you should, Sasuke came in this afternoon requesting to be put on another team.”

Kakashi’s eyebrows nearly met his hairline. “Did he say why?”

“Not that I heard. But she denied his request.”

“Thanks, Izumo.”

The chunin nodded and left.

This is getting serious.

Kakashi finished his meal before going over to Sasuke small temporary apartment. Sasuke unfolded himself from his meditation pose to answer the door when the knocker wouldn’t take the hint he was ignoring him. Sasuke scowled at Kakashi.

“What?”

“We need to talk.”

Sasuke’s scowl deepened, but he let Kakashi in. Kakashi was struck by how barren the place was. Sasuke really hadn’t brought anything with him when he returned to Konoha.

“Well?”

“I heard you went to the Hokage to change teams.”

“So?”

“I’m really sorry it happened. I talked to Naruto and he said we were both really drunk.”

“I knew what I was doing.”

“I didn’t. Forgive me. If I was in my right mind, I wouldn’t have taken advantage of you like that.”

“I told you, I knew what I was doing.”

“I’m sorry. That’s all I can say. I’m really sorry, Sasuke.”

It looked like Sasuke’s skin crawled, but Kakashi couldn’t be sure. “Do you still not remember anything?” Sasuke asked in a small voice.

“I don’t.”

Sasuke sighed. “Fine. I forgive you. I’ll stop trying to be transferred. We can forget it happened if that’s what you want.”

“Thank you.”

Sasuke waved him off. Kakashi hesitated; Sasuke seemed diminished. Kakashi was a bit disturbed as he left.

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Kakashi was in agony as he cleaned up the kitchen when he got home. Was Sasuke actually in love with him? Sasuke was not unhappy about what had happened, just that Kakashi was unhappy about it. He’d intimated that it was probably his idea to have sex and that deflated look when they agreed to pretend nothing had happened . . .

Kakashi racked his brain, trying to remember that night. The words ‘I love you’ were not ones that blithely came off his tongue, not even when intoxicated or in bed with someone. But Sasuke was beautiful, physically perfect in every way. Except for his height. But the boy was still growing. Confronted with that beauty, Kakashi could believe he’d let those three deadly little words out.

But did he mean them? He loved Sasuke certainly, as a student, almost like a son, but romantically? He found himself longing to feel a body in his arms. He went to the bedroom to find the bed still unmade. With a sigh he stripped it of the soiled sheets. As he did so, Sasuke’s scent hit him. And not just the smell of his skin. They say smell is the sense most closely connected to memory; Kakashi’s memory unfurled with Sasuke’s scent.

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As Naruto had said, they had been having dinner as a team and then Kiba showed up. It was a pleasant evening. After Sakura left, it had become a regular guy’s night out. Kakashi couldn’t remember everything—especially just how much he had drunk—but he knew nothing indecent happened at the restaurant.

They all went outside. Naruto offered to help Sasuke get home, but Sasuke waved him away.

“Alright then.” Naruto left by himself. Kiba staggered off, not quite so bad off as Sasuke.

Sasuke lived further away and he was extremely unsteady on his feet. Kakashi decided Sasuke was better off sleeping it off on his sofa than trying to get him home. Sasuke nodded at his suggestion and allowed himself to be nearly dragged to Kakashi house.

“I can’t . . . nothing straight.”

“It’s called being drunk.”

“Never drank Sake before.”

“Kind of obvious.”

Sasuke was most definitely drunk with hazy, hooded eyes. But there was also a watchfulness—not quite an alertness—that told Kakashi that he may have no equilibrium, but he was aware of what was going on. But Sasuke was watching him, staring at him. Often he looked on the cusp of saying something, but it never reached his lips. At the time, Kakashi attributed Sasuke’s blush to the alcohol.

Kakashi had to lean Sasuke against the closed door in order to unlock it and pull him away to open it. He helped him to the sofa.

“I’ll get a pillow and blanket for you.”

Kakashi turned but Sasuke grabbed his wrist. “How late is it?”

“Not very late. And we don’t have training until after lunch. We have time to recover in the morning.”

“Time for more than that.”

Sasuke pulled Kakashi’s hand closer and pulled the fingerless glove away then pressed his hand to his cheek, shutting his eyes as he did.

Kakashi couldn’t even curse, his mind was completely blank. Sasuke was . . . was . . .

Sasuke turned his head to kiss his palm. His tongue peeked out to tease the skin. It was the best invitation to sex Kakashi had ever received. And it got better.

Receiving no rebuke, Sasuke trailed his lips down his fingers to kiss the tips. Then he took two fingers into his mouth. The wet heat felt amazingly good. His tongue slithered over them and Sasuke began to suck gently.

Fuck. Who knew the Uchiha would be a natural at this kind of thing?

Sasuke opened his eyes and Kakashi was compelled to look up from Sasuke’s puckered lips to his eyes. Damn, Kakashi never wanted to fuck anyone more than right now, but frankly he was too drunk and too scared to move. As conscious thought struggled to return, Kakashi considered what would happen when Sasuke suddenly came back to his senses. But the look in his eyes was challenging. He wanted this.

Throat dry, Kakashi said, “Sasuke, what are you doing?”

Kakashi regretted the question as Sasuke pulled his mouth away to answer. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Painfully.”

“I love you,” Sasuke purred. Kakashi didn’t—couldn’t—respond.

Sasuke’s mouth returned to Kakashi’s fingers. Fuuuck.

Kakashi couldn’t help but appreciate the beauty before him, nor could he ignore how talented that mouth was.

Sasuke pulled on Kakashi’s arm to bring him down to his level. He gave Kakashi’s fingers a last lick before moving away. He pulled Kakashi’s mask down and, without even looking, kissed his sensei. Damn, the kid knew what he was doing! Kakashi took his smooth face in his hands as they kissed. Between Sasuke’s mouth and the alcohol, Kakashi couldn’t think of anything but Sasuke. Either the alcohol coating Sasuke’s mouth was adding to the alcohol already in Kakashi’s system, or it was the kiss itself that made Kakashi dizzy and feel even more intoxicated.

Sasuke’s mouth traveled across his cheek to suck and tug at Kakashi’s earlobe. The sound of Sasuke’s accelerated breathing rang in his ear. The shiver it sent down his spine excited him more. Kakashi couldn’t help but groan.

Sasuke took that as the signal to surge ahead. He pulled at Kakashi’s clothes. Sasuke had made his intentions very clear; Kakashi pushed him back and attacked his neck, snaking a hand under his clothes to feel the warm skin beneath. Sasuke continued to try to take Kakashi’s clothes off. Kakashi did the same to Sasuke.

Kakashi’s headband and vest were tossed on the floor along with Sasuke’s shirt when Kakashi’s legs began protesting his crouching in front of Sasuke. Kakashi pulled him up and took him to his bedroom. Though Sasuke was the instigator, Kakashi’s dominant side came out and he laid Sasuke on his bed, intending to take him. He made quick work of the rest of Sasuke’s clothes and his own. His eyes drank in the lean muscle and pale, nearly hairless skin.

Without wasting any more time, Kakashi knelt between Sasuke’s spread legs and took the teenager into his mouth. Sasuke gasped. Sasuke’s hard cock felt like silk in Kakashi’s mouth. He lavished attention on Sasuke’s erection and caressed the white thigh closing in around his head as Sasuke struggled with the pleasure Kakashi was giving him. Kakashi loved a responsive lover and sucked even harder. Sasuke drew both his legs up and he fisted the bedding.

He took him deeper, amazed at the boy’s length. The head hit the back of his throat and almost chocked him. It had been a very long time since he’d done this for anyone, but he was able to tilt his neck to swallow Sasuke’s entire length. His throat convulsed instinctively to expel the intruder which only caused more pleasure for Sasuke.

Kakashi fingered his puckered entrance. He breached the tight tunnel and was surprised at just how tight he was and at the small grunt Sasuke gave.

Kakashi pulled away. “You’re a virgin?”

Sasuke took a moment to comprehend Kakashi’s words. “I am. Don’t stop.”

Kakashi considered for only a moment before he went back to his previous occupation. Some sense finally caught up to him; not enough to stop, but enough to get up and find some lubrication.

Sasuke was looking at him as he returned, blurry eyed and submissive. Kakashi couldn’t deny that look. He crouched between Sasuke’s legs again.

“Are you sure, Sasuke? I love you and don’t want to hurt you.”

Sasuke’s eyes grew fond and soft. “I’m certain.”

If he were sober, Kakashi would have sucked the boy off and left it at that, but he opened the tube and then pressed a lubed finger to Sasuke’s virgin entrance. He loosened him as he took his mind off the stinging pain by sucking him as hard as he could. Sasuke never protested, wouldn’t even release a grunt of pain as the third finger penetrated him.

Kakashi let his salvia escape his mouth and drip down Sasuke’s scrotum and over his hole. Sasuke could feel the warm liquid slipping down his most sensitive areas.

Kakashi couldn’t take it anymore and Sasuke was as stretched as he could manage. He sat back and grabbed a pillow from beside Sasuke’s head, lifted his hips and shoved the pillow beneath him, raising his hips to a better height then pushed Sasuke’s legs up and out. He took in the obscene, but beautiful sight Sasuke made.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Kakashi positioned himself and pressed in. Sasuke writhed a little, but he refused to let out any sound of pain. Kakashi didn’t stop easing in until he was fully seated within him. Sasuke had stopped breathing.

“Breathe,” Kakashi cooed to him. Sasuke struggled to obey and finally let all the air out of his lungs and sucked in a fresh supply. Kakashi waited for Sasuke’s breathing to become normal again and for his body to relax a bit.

He began moving and Sasuke finally let out a whine as Kakashi pulled out almost all the way of his body. He eased in slowly eliciting a groan.

“Are you alright?” Kakashi asked him.

Sasuke was silently arching his back. “Keep going.” Kakashi long-dicked him for a minute then sped up. Sasuke’s legs relaxed and spread further. Kakashi put his arms around the outside of Sasuke’s thighs and grabbed his hips. Kakashi pulled the pillow from underneath him and tossed it to the floor. He leaned in over Sasuke and kissed him while he resumed fucking him. Sasuke hesitantly kissed back, letting Kakashi dominate it.

Aware of the trouble Sasuke was having in breathing, Kakashi stopped the kiss to let Sasuke breathe. He was glad he did. He loved the look on Sasuke’s face, eyes tightly shut and rapt in pleasure. He was beautiful. Then Sasuke began emitting small grunts as Kakashi struck his prostate and he got closer to climax. Kakashi reached between them and stroked Sasuke’s erection.

“Oh fuck,” Sasuke cried out and then he shot rope after rope onto his chest and stomach. Kakashi continued to fuck him until he came as well, deep inside the younger man’s body.

Sasuke moved over to allow Kakashi to lie next to him. Kakashi pulled him close, spooning him, and they fell asleep.

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Kakashi had developed a hard on just remembering it all. And he had said he loved Sasuke. Shit. It had really been a throw away thing to say. Now the question was, did he really mean it?

Love Sasuke? He flirted with the idea of possessing that trained tiger. He usually obeyed, did what he was supposed to. But turn your back, loose focus, drop your guard and he would became dangerously unpredictable. What a remarkable challenge.

A beautiful, fiery, dedicated young man . . . Who knew how to use his mouth. And, at the moment, pitiable. He had no goals now, choosing to just go with the flow of being a Konoha shinobi once again. A leaf moving with the current. Kakashi felt the urge to protect him.

To have and possess him, to wake up next to him, to taste him, feel him . . .

Love Sasuke? Damn it, yes. Kakashi wanted him back.