Everybody Loves Sasuke

Disclaimer: We don't own the characters. Masashi Kishimoto does. We just make them do naughty things.

Week 1 - Tuesday

Sasuke had gotten up, eaten breakfast, and then sat around waiting for his next candidate. By lunch, he wondered if anyone was going to show up. He studied the list yet again. This name, like several others on the list, was hard to make out. There was a knock at the door. Sasuke opened it, but no one was there.

"Sorry I'm late." Sasuke whipped around to see Kakashi settled on his couch, reading Come Come Paradise.

"Sensei? What are you doing here?" Sasuke was caught off guard, and he hated being caught off guard.

"Well, I appear to be sitting on your couch, don't I?"

"That's not- never mind. Why did you come here?"

"Well, This is the slot I signed for, isn't it?" Sasuke's eyes darted from the list in his hand to his sensei.

"This is your signature? Why the hell did you sign up for this!"

"I had some free time. Besides, it's not everyday that Sasuke Uchiha is actually looking for human interaction." Kakashi shrugged, without looking up from his book.

"That's not what I'm after!" Sasuke glared.

"Then what is it you're after, hmm?" Kakashi put down his book, drumming his fingers on the cover. Sasuke could see Kakashi was smiling through the fabric on his face.

"Nothing like that. Just a roommate." He glared again.

"Somehow, I doubt that." Kakashi got up from the couch and shoved Come Come Paradise in his pocket. He caught Sasuke's shoulders and leaned in, his covered face brushing slightly against Sasuke's bare cheek. Sasuke tensed as Kakashi whispered in his ear. "Are you tired of being alone? Is that it?" Sasuke opened his mouth, but didn't answer. Kakashi chose that moment to press his masked lips against Sasuke's. Although the sensation was not unpleasant, instincts were telling Sasuke to run, to strike out at his captor. However this was his teacher, a man many times stronger than him, a man he trusted. He pulled his face away from the kiss.

"Sensei, what are you doing?" The dominating body inched closer to his own. One arm wrapped around his waist and trapped him against Kakashi's chest. "N-no don't-ah!" Sasuke gasped as Kakashi's other hand worked its way down Sasuke's side. He struggled to get away from the warm fingers crawling under his clothes. "St-top..."

"Do you want to know something, Sasuke?" Sasuke's lips were caught up, not in fabric, but lips. He wasn't sure when the mask had been pulled down, but suddenly his mouth was taken over. There was no escaping the tongue that was now tangled with his. Kakashi pushed him down to the floor. With someone else's weight pressing on him, it became desperate a struggle for air. With the first thrash of Sasuke's body though, the heavy body and overpowering lips left him. "...I'm tired of being alone." Kakashi panted as he loomed over Sasuke. His torso was held up with both hands set on either side of Sasuke. Sasuke couldn't speak, it was all he could do to keep breathing. He gaped at Kakashi, the real Kakashi, the one under the mask. He watched those lips as they formed words. "I want this, Sasuke."

"Kakashi-sensei..." Even though it was a warm day, without the hot press of that body, Sasuke felt cold. He didn't want to feel that way. He slowly sat up and pushed his mouth back against Kakashi's. "... I trust you."

There was a moment of shocked silence before Sasuke had all his clothes torn off.

Kakashi seemed starved, his lips and tongue roaming up and down Sasuke's chest. Sasuke was too stunned by the rapid removal of clothing to make any attempt to stop this. He could only moan as one warm hand wandered down between his legs. The other hand was awkwardly trying to remove pants without straying too far from the willing Sasuke. With pants finally removed, Kakashi smiled down at Sasuke, "I'll go slowly." Sasuke looked away as his sensei pushed one finger up inside him. Then another followed it. Sasuke held his breath a moment. Kakashi pulled up his headband, exposing his sharingan to fully enjoy watching the writhing form. He leaned over Sasuke. "You look amazing..." Sasuke turned his face back up and paled.

"No...no. Let me go! Let me go!" He pulled away. Kakashi didn't try to keep him there. Sasuke scrambled backwards in panic. There was an obvious shudder as Kakashi tried to touch him again, he backed up against the couch. With a sigh, Kakashi slid his headband back into place and tried again. Sasuke couldn't bring himself to look up into that face, but didn't retreat.

"This is what did it, right?" He held one trembling hand over the covered eye.

"...Itachi...he..." He shuddered again.

"You don't need to say anything." Kakashi felt him relax in his arms. "It's alright. I'll leave. I shouldn't have-"

"I want this. I'm not afraid of you." Sasuke murmured. He would not show weakness again.

"Alright then."

The bed was a better place for it, but with the afternoon heat, the thought of getting under the covers was out of the question. Kakashi didn't want to try anything until he was sure Sasuke had settled. Doing his best to make Sasuke comfortable, he pulled off his own shirt and wrapped warm bare arms around him. He caressed the soft chest, planting kisses on Sasuke's face and neck. Sasuke ran his fingers through Kakashi's hair slowly. His entire body was saying he wanted Kakashi right now, which was obvious. The jounin was still holding himself back, ignoring his own need for Sasuke's sake. He didn't want this to be forced, though he had originally meant it to be over already. He worked down to the part of Sasuke that wanted this the most. As he caught hold of it, moving his hand up and down the shaft, his student made a plea.

"Please, do it..." Kakashi almost couldn't believe it. He kept the one hand moving in rhythm.

"What do you want, Sasuke?" He asked, to just be sure.

"Take me...Sensei..." That was all Kakashi needed to hear. His own erection had been waiting for attention since he'd first stripped Sasuke. He used his free hand to try and prepare Sasuke again, suddenly wishing he'd brought some sort of lubricant. (he'd meant to but...) Sasuke's moaning sounded like music to his ears. Finally, he couldn't wait any longer. There was barely a moment between sliding his fingers out and thrusting his cock in. Sasuke cried out, though there was no way of telling if it was agony or ecstasy. Kakashi was past concern, with both of his hands on his student's hips, he began pounding a rhythm into the now breathless Sasuke. As he continued to thrust into the smaller body beneath him, Sasuke rasped out a deeper moan as Kakashi hit that small bundle of nerves inside him. Half-formed words struggled past his lips without sound, lost to Kakashi.

"Mmn... Sasuke..." ,was all Kakashi could manage. His increasing speed now had Sasuke gasping. Kakashi was now hitting Sasuke's prostate with every thrust. Sasuke's thoughts were nothing now, everything was focused on steady beat of Kakashi. He knew when he was almost there, and came with sudden cry,

"Aaah! Ah! Sensei!" That drove Kakashi to the last sharp, feverish thrusts. They were both spent at last. Sasuke lay on his back, panting, fully exposed on the sticky sheets. Kakashi lay next to him, tangling their limbs together. They stayed there for a while, letting late afternoon sun stream through the window, giving a shine to the sweat drops on their bodies. Sasuke found himself running the tips of his fingers over Kakashi's headband, the only scrap of clothing that had stayed on. It was soaked with sweat. He pulled it off, gazing unfearingly into the sharingan eye. His sensei smiled,

"Hmm. Well, I think I need to clean up..." Sasuke was thrown off by the sudden breaking of the warm silence. Kakashi got off the bed lazily and stretched. "...how about you, Sasuke?"

"Uh... yah." He sat up stiffly and followed Kakashi as he sauntered into Sasuke's bathroom and proceeded to wash up in Sasuke's shower... with Sasuke's soap.

"Are you going to wash up, or watch me?" Sasuke blinked, shrugged, then climbed into the shower. Some part of him was angry at his sensei for being so goddamned casual about everything, but one can only be so mad while being soaped up by Kakashi. Sasuke tried very hard wash his own hair, but Kakashi couldn't keep his hands to himself. It took twenty minutes before he seemed satisfied that they were both clean. He then tied a towel around his waste and went for the kitchen. "I'm hungry. What've you got in here?" Kakashi dripped water on the kitchen floor as he walked over to the fridge and began to rummage for food.

"Well-"

"I'll just eat this, okay?" He grinned as he grabbed a half eaten box of takeout. Sasuke dried himself off while Kakashi ate his food. Sasuke wasn't even dry when he realized that Kakashi had finished eating and was dressed. He took mental note on the speed of the jounin's moves.

"Heh, Looks like I stayed too long. I probably have to be somewhere. I'm not sure. Well, Goodbye, Sasuke. We should do this again." He waved as he left, leaving Sasuke nothing but an empty takeout box and a few puddles of water. Clean, but still sore and tired, Sasuke reflected on what just happened. Upon the realization that his teacher had just fucked him, showered with him, and then raided his fridge, he decided he really needed to go lie down. After considering the state of the bed however, he decided the couch would be the better choice right now.

'This is NEVER going to happen again.' he thought. It was only lie that could get him to fall asleep... in a wet towel... on the couch.

Greater Evil says: If you're wondering if Sasuke is doomed to be a uke... the answer is IN HIS NAME. Hahaha. I am such an abuser. Sasuke is in for a long 2 weeks. Hope this chapter length satisfies you all. Later!

P.S. Raise your hand if you like sticky-sweaty-afternoon sex!