One Eye Between Them

smint45: Yeah, I’m back my favorite pair with these two. ^_^
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HatefulRodeo: Sasuke’s such a protective little brat. ^_^
LuxuriaVanitas: I know. It’s my favorite pair and it depresses me how few there are. Therefore, I write them.
KanameAngel: I would have updated sooner, but I wanted to get the latest chapter of Hopelessly out because of that latest chapter of Naruto. Whoa! I had to geekout in a really long author note. ^_^

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‘K, just wanted to clear up something to prevent disappointment: Itachi’s background isn’t sinister. No crime or terrorism. I think I may have accidently given that impression in the description. Sorry, my bad. ^_^

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Itachi didn’t trust Sasuke enough to help him dress—he’d probably end up in mismatched clothes looking like clown—so he had to confess to his mother that he was going out on a date. She was ecstatic. She wanted him to find a companion, but she and Fugaku insisted that Sasuke go with him. He accented and she helped him dress.

Kakashi called while Itachi was nervously sitting in the living room. “Hai.”

It’s Kakashi, I’m getting in my car; I’ll be there in five to ten minutes.

“’K. My brother’s coming.”

That’s fine. If this goes, then I’ll have to endear myself to him anyway.

Itachi fidgeted as he waited.

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Kakashi saw the address and could tell the brothers weren’t poor, but he nearly slammed on the breaks when he realized he was in the wealthiest part of, not only the town, but the country. He assumed that their house was at the middle class end of the street, but this was many blocks into the wealthy end. What the fuck did he get himself into?

The gate to the estate was open. He pulled up and Sasuke was opening the door before Kakashi could shut off the engine of his used Kia—the only thing he could afford right out of the service. Itachi was wearing his sunglasses and carrying an ‘identification cane,’ but not using it when on familiar turf with his brother guiding him. A section of the steps leading up to the house had a newer looking concrete ramp which Itachi found easily.

Kakashi came around to open the passenger door—Sasuke could open his own door.

Sasuke examined Kakashi’s uncovered face. Itachi had told him what Kakashi had told him about the scars. His left eye was closed, but looked natural. Sasuke knew it was probably a glass eye. It kind of irritated him that Kakashi was good looking.

“Good evening,” Kakashi said.

Itachi looked toward the sound of Kakashi’s voice. “Hi.”

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

Sasuke rolled his eyes. “I’m Sasuke.”

“Kakashi Hatake.”

“Pleasure,” Sasuke said without any sincerity. Sasuke grabbed his brother’s arm and led him to the open door. Kakashi wanted to do that, but he let Sasuke do it since he knew what he was doing.

“You ditched the mask and eye patch,” Sasuke said.

“Attracts too much attention. I used makeup to cover the scars.”

“Sasuke,” Itachi admonished before he entered the car.

“It’s okay,” Kakashi said. “I can appreciate his protectiveness.”

Kakashi got in the car and wondered what the ramifications would be of driving off before Sasuke could get in. He waited. That was a good idea since Fugaku and Mikoto were watching from an upstairs window. Kidnapping Itachi—even just ditching an annoying little brother—was a very bad idea.

“What do you want to eat?” Kakashi asked.

“Pretty much anything. Italian, Mexican, Japanese . . .”

“I like Italian,” Sasuke chimed in, sounding anything but enthusiastic.

“So do I,” Kakashi said.

It was an all round awkward evening, alleviated whenever Itachi and Kakashi found something in common. Sasuke hardly spoke at all, just sitting there with a perpetual glare on his face. Neji was a good example of a chaperone, but Sasuke bettered the instruction: he was downright threatening. But Kakashi enjoyed the evening just because he was able to watch Itachi move. Slow and tentative. Sasuke noticed and had to admit Kakashi did look like he loved Itachi. He was definitely smitten.

When Kakashi dropped them off, Sasuke let him help Itachi out of the car.

“When can I see you again?” Kakashi asked.

Itachi didn’t want to seem desperate by saying ‘tomorrow.’ “When are you free?”

“Tomorrow,” Kakashi said, unashamedly showing how much he was enamored with the elder Uchiha.

“The day after,” Sasuke said. “My girlfriend is coming over for dinner tomorrow and I want my brother there.”

“The day after tomorrow then,” Kakashi said. He carefully took Itachi’s hand and kissed it as if he were a woman. He felt the scars on Itachi’s hands. He was hit by a wave of pity; going blind must have been so difficult and scary for him. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Sasuke mimed to Kakashi to stay right where he was. Kakashi was surprised, but he obeyed as Sasuke took Itachi inside. Mikoto took charge of Itachi to ask all about it and Sasuke snuck back outside.

“You love him?” Sasuke asked.

“Yes.”

Sasuke growled. “Listen. His last boyfriend dumped him because he went blind; think about that.”

“I have. But I have a doting nature and will actually relish having to do things for him.”

“He has the cane, but you should watch where he’s walking anyway. Hold his arm from the bottom. When getting in and out of the car, use your hand to cushion either his head or the door frame or guide his head with your hand. And above all, be patient.”

“I will.”

“I’ll come with you next time too if you want me to so you can see how I handle him, but I’ll stay home if you want.”

“Trusting me?”

“Don’t prove my original opinion correct. Harm my brother and I will display your head on the gate.”

“I understand.”

“Don’t mumble around him; it’s the only sense he really has left as a connection to the outside world and it pisses him off when he can’t really hear what’s going on. I’ll give you a list of things as I think of them.”

Kakashi couldn’t help a small laugh at Sasuke’s recitation. He was explaining things like he was accepting Kakashi, but he still looked like he was planning out grisly ways to murder him.

“Can he read brail?” Kakashi asked.

“That pisses him off. No, not really. It’s difficult, but hopefully he’ll get used to it.”

“I don’t mind reading to him.”

“Save it for my brother. Get out of here.”

“Goodnight.”

“Hn.”

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Hinata did come over for dinner the next day, but the real reason Sasuke didn’t want Kakashi to take his brother out the very next day was that he was looking up Kakashi’s background using the family business to run a background check as if he were a potential new employee. There was nothing against the vet. He shared this information with his father.

Fugaku sat behind his desk in his home office as Sasuke reported to him, much more like one of his top employees than a son. The man was dedicated to his business, but he’d tried to spend more time with his family especially with his eldest son blind and his youngest son likely to be married by the end of the year. He still went into the office five days a week, but rather than stay late, he brought work home. He wished he’d done it when his boys were younger.

He was never thrilled that his oldest son was gay, but he accepted it. With him now being blind, he kind of liked the idea of Itachi’s boyfriend being a Special Forces veteran; at least his eldest son would be well protected. His younger son could take care of himself and his fiancé.

Sasuke finished his report and stood there like solider at ease with his hands behind his back. Fugaku repressed a sigh. What had he’d done to make Sasuke so serious all the time? Itachi’s condition only made matters worse. Itachi was the gay one, but it was Sasuke who perpetually had a stick up his ass. At least the boy was efficient.

“What’s your impression of him?” Fugaku asked.

“Most of what they talked about was first date nonsense. He seems rather laid back to me; relaxed, not lazy. Despite being a soldier, he’s seems . . . gentle. I really don’t see him being abusive at all. He does adore Itachi. Itachi said Kakashi didn’t realize he was blind at first, but I think Kakashi found the fact he was blind even more attractive. I don’t think he knows what he’s getting into, but he does seem to be in love.”

“What about family?”

“He has none. I couldn’t find any details in the background checks and I can’t justify running checks on dead people. I’ll have to use other means to find out anything else. It should take me a day, maybe two.”

Fugaku shook his head and waved the boy off. Sasuke would go shift through the man’s trash if he thought of it. “I want to meet him. I want Itachi to invite him over for dinner.”

“Isn’t the meeting the parents a fifth date sort of thing?” Fugaku revealed who had originated the trademark Uchiha glare. “I’ll tell Itachi.”

“You said Kakashi looks like he loves Itachi. What about Itachi?”

“I really don’t know.” Sasuke’s shoulders fell. “He’s so different now, I can’t read him like I used to. I really hate seeing him so timid. The fact that he accepted a date at all, and a second one at that, makes me think that he does feel something for Kakashi. Itachi didn’t say anything. Maybe he will after their date tomorrow.”

They had never been exceptionally close—one of Fugaku’s great regrets in life—but for a moment they shared the pain of what happened to Itachi. He had changed after going blind. The confident, happy, studious young man had become a timid creature. They all prayed it was just a matter of time before they had the old Itachi back.

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Sasuke didn’t come with them this time, but he did give Kakashi his phone number and waited until Kakashi not only put him into cell’s phonebook, but on speed dial. Sasuke kissed his brother on the cheek before he relinquished custody of his precious older brother. Kakashi saw the deep worry in Sasuke’s eyes when he looked at Itachi. This was his elder brother, he probably looked up to him and was protected by him and now it was reversed.

Kakashi helped his date into his car with a hand on the top edge of the door to cushion it if Itachi hit it as Sasuke instructed him. Sasuke was glaring at Kakashi even after the man could no longer see him, threatening him to be good to his brother.

Kakashi took Itachi for Japanese this time, a really nice, intimate restaurant. He loved watching Itachi’s hands move so carefully, but he also watched so he could help him. He never moved anything, never tried to make things easier for him, knowing Itachi would resent it and it would mess up his mental map of the table, but he was ready to pull a glass out of the way or offer him something from out of Itachi’s reach.

“Being our second date,” Kakashi said, “maybe we should get to know each other better, our pasts and whatnot. I never even asked you your age, but I’m assuming you’re over twenty-one judging by where I met you.”

Itachi smiled. “Twenty-five. My brother’s twenty-one.”

“I’m twenty-nine. I’ve been out of the service for over a year. College?”

“My father made me get my MBA, but I wanted to study the humanities. So I have a MBA and my Masters in Literature with minors in Philosophy and History.”

“Holy shit.”

“I graduated high school at fourteen.”

“Genius?”

“Bookworm. And we could afford it. Brains has little to do with higher education, it’s really just money. But yeah, I am considered quite smart.”

“I’m going to college part time right now, making use of the military scholarship. I took some classes while in the service too.” Kakashi was hesitant to ask his next question. “Why were you in Africa?”

Itachi didn’t seem disturbed by the question, but Kakashi felt a wall had come up. “My father’s company has a lot of interests in Africa: mines, factories, a game preserve . . . He wanted me to have familiarity with our holdings and sent me over there. He still hasn’t forgiven himself for what happened. I don’t blame him though.”

“Rough. Guilt is hard thing to get over whether it’s justified or not. Over my time in the military I lost two close friends and my commander. I still blame myself sometimes.”

Itachi nodded. His nod seemed too knowing to Kakashi. He felt guilty for something. But Kakashi wouldn’t ask on a second date.

Having nodded, Itachi realized how low his head was. “Since I can’t see, I don’t notice how far my head sinks sometimes. Let me know so I can raise my head. I don’t want my spine curving too much.”

“I’ll tell you. By the way, I want to assure you I had no idea how wealthy you were when I approached you, asked you out, or anything until I drove up to your . . . home.”

“That was my father’s concern, but I assured him that you couldn’t know. I realized that neither of us had even told the other their last name at that club, so he calmed down.”

Slowly, their conversation eased and they felt very comfortable with each other. Kakashi took him home after dinner. And there was Sasuke opening the door as soon as Kakashi’s engine stopped. Kakashi helped Itachi out of the car as Sasuke walked up to take charge of his brother.

Kakashi wanted to kiss Itachi on the lips, but not in Sasuke’s presence. He kissed his hand again. “I’ll call you for our next date.”

“Alright. Thank you.”

Sasuke led Itachi back inside.

“Well?” Sasuke prodded.

“Well what?”

“Do you like him? Is this going anywhere? Do you want to keep seeing him?”

“Otouto,” Itachi whined. Once in the house, Itachi no longer needed his cane and he felt much more comfortable.

“Mom and dad want to meet him. But if you’re not into him, then it’s not worth it. Is it worth it?”

Itachi sighed. Sasuke pulled his brother upstairs into Itachi’s room and shut the door. Itachi felt even better being inside his sanctum. He sat down on his bed. Sasuke stood in front of him.

“Listen, Aniki. I know you haven’t slept with him—unless you weren’t eating—and I can understand if you’re craving sex.” Itachi rolled his head rather than his eyes. “There’s that, then there’s being in love with him. I hope you love each other, I really do. I want you to be taken care of. So do mom and dad. Do you love him?”

Itachi pulled his legs up to sit cross-legged and crossed his arms. Sasuke recognized the defensive gesture. “I don’t know. I like him. I don’t feel scared around him.” Sasuke knew Itachi never felt safe and as much as Itachi tried to hide it, he felt scared quite often. To say he didn’t feel scared with Kakashi was a good sign. “I do like him. I at least want to be friends with him.”

“When he calls, invite him over for dinner.”

“Alright.”

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Kakashi called the next afternoon.

“My parents want to meet you over dinner, tomorrow if convenient. If inconvenient, make it convenient.”

Kakashi found that amusing. Tomorrow night will be fine. Does that mean seeing you tonight would be too much?

Itachi smiled. “No. But you’re not paying anymore; I’m—obviously—rich.”

No. Until your parents approve, I want to prove that my intentions are pure.

“Then you’re taking me for fast food. Honestly, I haven’t had a burger in a long time.”

If it pleases you. I’ll pick you up in an hour.

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It was sunset when they left the burger joint. Itachi could feel the warmth of the sunlight and Kakashi loved seeing the warm glow on Itachi’s skin.

Kakashi grabbed Itachi’s wrist and looked around. “We’re alone. For once. I haven’t been able to really kiss you yet.”

Itachi blushed a little. “I guess this is a good time.”

“When I want to touch you, should I warn you? I don’t want to startle you.”

“I’ll try not to let it startle me. If you’re around, I won’t panic.”

“Should I tell you what I’m about to do?”

“No.”

Kakashi gently put the back of his fingers against Itachi’s cheek and caressed it back into his hair, then threaded his fingers into his sable locks. He came closer so that Itachi could feel his breath against his lips. Itachi opened his lips slightly and Kakashi pressed his lips against Itachi’s. The gentle kiss quickly turned heated. Itachi couldn’t hide his desperation. Kakashi wrapped his arms tightly around Itachi’s waist and Itachi put his arms around his shoulders. They only parted when oxygen ran out, but they kept their arm around each other.

“I won’t lie, I want to sleep with you so bad,” Kakashi admitted.

“So do I.”

“Why don’t I take you home and I can stay the night?”

“Because of my brother and parents.”

“You really that loud?” Itachi blushed scarlet. “I just want you to be comfortable and thought you’d be the most comfortable at home.”

“Maybe, but I’d rather go home with you.”

“Alright. Should probably let your brother know so he can go to bed and not come hunting me down.”

“Help me into the car and I’ll call him.”

Kakashi kissed him briefly and opened the door. Itachi slid into the car with a little help from Kakashi and called Sasuke.

What’s wrong? Sasuke answered.

“Hello to you too. I’m spending the night at Kakashi’s.” Sasuke growled. “Heel, Otouto.”

You call me when you wake up.

“Hai, hai. Goodnight.”

Goodnight, Aniki. Itachi! I’m worried. Just . . . I don’t want to be there, but I’d rather be around, you know. Be careful. I know Kakashi seems like a great guy, it’s just . . .

“I understand, Otouto. I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Kakashi knows he’d have to deal with you and all the wealth and power of our family if anything happened to me. Relax. I’ll call you in the morning.”

Alright. Hold the phone out toward Kakashi.” Itachi did so. “Hurt my brother and I’ll rip your dick off! Itachi brought it back to his ear. Bye.

“Bye.”

“I’m starting to wonder about your little brother,” Kakashi said. “And what your last boyfriend was like.”

“Has nothing to do with him, just that I’m blind and defenseless. Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh, I am. I’m afraid to tangle your hair. I may be a vet, but he stands like he could kick my ass.”

“Three black belts.”

“I only have two.”

“Then worry.”

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They were both nervous on the way to Kakashi’s apartment and were far more nervous when Kakashi turned off the engine. Kakashi came around to help Itachi out of the car and held him close to his side as he guided him to the elevator in the parking garage. They went up to seventh floor and down the hall.

Nervous and uncomfortable in the silence, Itachi asked, “What does the corridor look like?”

“The walls and ceilings are while, the doors look like real medium dark wood with gold numbers. The carpet’s dark grey. My number’s seventy seven.”

They stopped and Kakashi was slow to take his arm away from Itachi, but did so to unlock the door. He guided Itachi inside and shut the door.

“White walls and grey carpet again. Used brown sofa, a used, but very comfy beige arm chair. Black IKEA coffee table. Small flat screen TV.” Kakashi continued to describe his apartment, but he was staring at Itachi the entire time. He was staring at his face at first, but then his gaze traveled down the lithe body encased in black. Itachi always wore dark colors; all black tonight.

Finished with his ‘tour,’ Kakashi got behind Itachi, trying to make as much noise as possible so as not to startle him when he put his arms around him. He inhaled the scent of Itachi’s hair. Itachi shook slightly.

“I’ll take you home anytime you want,” Kakashi whispered, trying to reassure the younger man. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to. I love you and I won’t do anything to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I’m always uncomfortable.”

“You shouldn’t be. Especially with me. I won’t anything happen to you.”

“Do you have any alcohol?”

Kakashi nuzzled Itachi’s neck. “I’ve got good Irish whiskey, some Guinness, vodka—I can make a screwdriver—and since you ordered it before I bought some amaretto.”

Itachi smiled. “As much as I appreciate the gesture, I think I need something stronger. I’ll try your ‘good Irish whiskey.’”

Kakashi guided him to the sofa and went to pour the drinks. He sat down next to Itachi and Itachi reached out for the glass. Kakashi gave it to him, but held his hand in place to clink his glass against Itachi’s.

“To protective little brothers,” Kakashi said.

Itachi laughed and took a drink. “That is good. Very smooth.”

“It better be for the price.”

Itachi snuggled back into the couch. The best thing about used furniture—the only good thing beside the price—was that it was broken in and comfy. “Do you have a brother?”

“No, only child. Both my parents are dead. No other family. My unit became my family. Many of us have left for injuries or just were over being in the military. Some are annoying, but we’re like brothers. After a few more dates I’ll subject you to them.”

Itachi smiled. “You never did say what you do for a living now.”

“Pension doesn’t cover much. I repair cars and motorcycles. Even with one eye, they still let me be a mechanic. I learned how when I was in the military; it was side skill. Knowing how to repair a hummer in the middle of the desert was a useful skill to have. I don’t have to face any customers either.”

Itachi sat forward again. “Let me touch your face. I’m not so good at visualizing from touching things, but I’d like to feel you. I really don’t care about the scars, I’m just curious.”

Kakashi took the glass from Itachi and put it on the coffee table then guided both of his hands to his face. Itachi carefully explored Kakashi’s face. He could feel several lines on his cheeks and chin, some were merely smooth, others were raised.

“I can imagine what the scars look like, but I’m no good in telling what you look like.”

“My eyes are hooded, my remaining eye is grey. I’ve got a matching glass eye, but I rarely open it. My hair is naturally white, but I’m not albino. I’d say my face is angular, slim. I don’t really know what else to say.”

“I’ll just ask my brother if you’re attractive.”

“Oh, please don’t. I still don’t think he likes me much.”

“You’re stealing his older brother away.”

Kakashi brushed a lock of hair back from Itachi’s face. He wished he could look at Itachi’s eyes. He didn’t even know if Itachi had eyes anymore or if they had been removed like his was. But he also just wanted to see Itachi without the sunglasses.

“I have an overwhelming desire to protect you, Itachi. I love you.”

Itachi seemed to recoil even if he didn’t pull back. “The last man to say he loved me left me.”

Kakashi took Itachi’s hand and kissed the palm. “I will never leave you. As much as your blindness decreased his love for you, it’s increased it for me. Call it my manly instinct. I love you the more. You’re so beautiful and so . . . graceful. So strong.”

“No, I’m not.”

Kakashi caressed Itachi’s hair. “Yes, you are. I intend to keep you, my beautiful, beautiful Itachi.” He leaned in and kissed the younger man. Itachi kissed back with even more desperation than before. He surprised Kakashi by fighting for dominance. Kakashi fought him for a while, but Itachi pressed his whole body against him to push him back and gained dominance of the kiss.

Kakashi gave in and took advantage of the situation to feel Itachi’s body. He was more muscular that Kakashi thought he’d be. And erect. Kakashi undid Itachi’s belt and sought that hard piece of flesh. Itachi pressed even closer and moaned while still kissing him. Itachi took one hand away from Kakashi’s shoulders and started undoing Kakashi’s belt to feel Kakashi’s organ. Itachi stroked him as he kissed him.

Itachi suddenly stopped both and moved back a little. “I believe you brought me here for a reason.”

“Want to go to bed?”

“And I want to do more than sleep.”

Kakashi sat up which made Itachi back off. Kakashi downed the rest of his drink. “You want to finish your drink?”

“Sure.”

Kakashi took Itachi’s hand and put the glass in it. Itachi drank the rest and gave it back. Kakashi put the glass on the table and pulled Itachi up and guided him to the bedroom.

Itachi put out a hand at thigh level, looking for the bed. Kakashi guided him and Itachi sat down. The bed was springy, but not uncomfortable. Itachi thought about his oh so comfortable memory foam at home.

Kakashi silently turned on the light; he was going to take that small advantage of his blind lover and look at his shy lover in the light. “Are you sure, Itachi?” Kakashi asked. “I don’t want to rush you into this.”

“No, I really want to.” Itachi put a hand over his sunglasses. “I don’t want you to see my eyes though. Or . . . you know. I’d like some kind of blindfold.”

Kakashi wanted to argue that he didn’t care what Itachi’s eyes looked like, but decided this was a battle not worth fighting. Let Itachi do whatever he needed to be comfortable. “I have a necktie you can use.”

“Thank you.” Itachi sounded immensely relieved that Kakashi hadn’t argued. Kakashi placed the tie in his hands. “Is it expensive?”

“No.”

“I’ll buy you a new one.”

“It’s fine.”

Itachi turned around, took off his sunglasses, and tied the tie around his head with the knot on the side of his head. When he turned aback around, Kakashi struggled not to laugh. It reminded him of when he was kid he and his friends would steal their father’s ties to tie around their heads like Indians or marital artists or Rambo. Itachi carefully sought out the nightstand and put his sunglasses on it. Now he felt comfortable undressing.

Kakashi watched. It wasn’t like some seedy striptease for either of them. Itachi just went about the routine business of disrobing while Kakashi was entranced with the way Itachi moved, not even really taking note of the creamy skin being revealed. Itachi stayed sitting, just rocking his body to remove his pants and boxers at once. Kakashi was shaken from his trace when Itachi stopped moving.

He leaned in and kissed him briefly on the lips. “Let me get the lube and I’ll be right back.”

Kakashi tore off his clothes as he went into the bathroom and grabbed the lube from a drawer.

Kakashi returned to crouch in front of his little raven. “God, you’re beautiful.” He touched Itachi’s hips and slid his hands down to the outside of his knees. He looked down Itachi’s chest. That’s when he started to notice the scars. He saw one across the width of his chest and another diagonal over his heart and the pads of his fingers ran over a few cuts on his thighs. He was curious, but now was not the time to ask; Itachi was rather reticent about his past.

Kakashi took Itachi’s knees in his hands and spread his thighs open. He leaned in and took Itachi half hard cock into his mouth; Itachi was nervous, making him soften from earlier. Kakashi went slow and loving, not rushing to make Itachi hard so they could get on with it, but just whetting Itachi’s desire and relaxing him.

At first he mostly used just his lips from root to tip. He added a little tongue now and then. Then he took just the head and sucked and swirled his tongue around it before he really got into sucking the growing shaft.

Itachi leaned back to brace himself with his hands. It had been months since he felt anything like this. He’d jacked off quite a bit, but he missed the touch of another person and certainly the mouth of another person. He relaxed and let his body sink completely into the mattress. Despite being in a completely alien environment and not being able to see his surroundings at all, Itachi felt safe; he felt safe in Kakashi’s presence.

As soon as Itachi was hard again, Kakashi disengaged and picked up Itachi’s legs to help him shift so his head was on the pillow. Kakashi found it odd that despite Itachi’s dominance of the kiss, they had this unspoken understanding that Kakashi would top. Itachi’s vulnerability played a part in that, but Kakashi was already understanding that Itachi wasn’t a complete uke; he was shy and meek because of his blindness, but there was a strength and commanding side to him that Kakashi sensed would come out when he was more comfortable around him. And he liked it. But for now he would pleasure and fuck the Uchiha.

A little lube on his fingers and he moved over the younger man to kiss him while his slick hand slipped between Itachi’s legs. As meek and shy as Itachi always seemed, he was shameless right now, spreading his thighs and not balking at all when Kakashi’s touched his puckered entrance.

“Has it been long since the last time?” Kakashi asked.

“A few months. Don’t be rough.”

“Of course. I’ll take my time.”

Kakashi pressed in a finger. He massaged the ring of muscle and felt those hot smooth walls. Itachi slowly raised a hand to find Kakashi’s hair and then he pulled him down for another kiss as Kakashi slowly stretched him.

Kakashi was on autopilot stretching as he kissed and Itachi hardly noticed either as Kakashi added a second and third finger. Itachi made a half ass attempt to stop the kiss and said muffled against Kakashi’s mouth, “Fuck me.”

“Yes, sir.”

Kakashi moved between Itachi’s thighs and Itachi pulled his knees up to give Kakashi access to his body. Kakashi pressed against Itachi’s tight hole and pressed in slowly, caressing the backs of Itachi’s thighs as he breached his body. Itachi’s body yielded to him and his cock slid into the divine tight heat more wonderful than any other he’d experienced before—granted there had only been one other.

Itachi’s body accepted him, but he was tight. “Fuck, Itachi.”

Itachi smiled. “That’s the idea.”

Kakashi hummed. “Indeed.” He stayed still so that Itachi could adjust.

“Do me one favor,” Itachi said panting ever so slightly, “nothing dirtier than that, please. Had some unpleasant experiences with dirty talk I don’t wish to relive at the moment.”

“I can understand that,” Kakashi said, similarly panting. “Can I tell you how hot and wonderful you feel?”

“You just did. Just as long as you kiss me or so something to remind me who you are. It’s hard when you’re blind. Or I imagine it will be.”

“Am I your first since . . .”

“Yes.”

“I won’t let you forget who’s making love to you.” Kakashi kissed him. He started moving slowly as he tried to find out if Itachi still had his tonsils.

He sped up the motion of his hips and Itachi tried to raise his hips to meet him. Itachi was also trying to tease Kakashi even deeper into his mouth, teasing his tongue like he might his cock.

Kakashi had wanted the kiss to be a little gentler—Itachi alluding to a bad experience and all—but Itachi had a hand on his shoulder and the other in his hair, forcing him down and kissing with a wild abandon. He didn’t give Kakashi an opportunity to talk. Maybe that was the point.

Itachi’s thighs closed around Kakashi’s body and Kakashi’s forced a hand under Itachi’s back to hold him close and the other was on his ribs, feeling the rapid breath and racing heart. They were a solid mass of passion.

Itachi yanked a little on Kakashi’s hair to stop the kiss so he could breath. “Fuck,” he breathed.

Kakashi sat up, stretched his back and continued to thrust into his body. Itachi ran his hands up and down Kakashi’s chest and abdomen, feeling the hard military muscle. Some of it felt like caressing and some felt like he was trying to envision what Kakashi looked like. No matter what, Itachi wasn’t deterred.

Kakashi braced himself on outstretched arms, now closer to his lover. He shifted onto one hand and started pulling at Itachi’s erection. Itachi groaned as he got closer.

Finally, Kakashi was running out of steam. “Itachi,” he sighed, trying to hold back his orgasm. But Kakashi’s voice, so distorted with passion, brought Itachi to the breaking point. Itachi cam with his lover’s name on his lips. Kakashi was powerless before it. If Itachi could see his face, he would have seen the face of a man who had just touched the face of God. It was the best orgasm he’d had to date. He lowered himself to kiss Itachi’s lips and the younger man weakly kissed back.

“I love you, Itachi,” he whispered. He didn’t give Itachi a chance to respond, just kissed him again. When he pulled away, Itachi caressed his face as if he could see it and was admiring it. It was as good as words.

Kakashi could see that Itachi was near sleep. He lay down beside him and pulled him into a spooning position, sitting up for a moment to pull the sheets over them. Itachi was relaxed and seemed like he really wanted to be there in his arms; no tension, nothing like he wanted to leave or was uncomfortable, embarrassed, or regretful. He’d felt the tension of a body that wanted to get a way once before with his last boyfriend. There was none of that here now. He snuggled in and nuzzled his nose in Itachi’s long hair.

His nose encountered the silken texture of his only tie. He smiled. “For next time, I’ll buy you a beautiful eye mask and blackout the eyes for you. I think black with black feathers like a raven. My sweet raven.” He kissed his hair.

“That’s a good idea.”

Kakashi smiled; Itachi wouldn’t say, ‘I love you,’ but he did want a ‘next time.’