Unless You're Dead, Get Out

A/N: Oh my...GOD. To be honest my heart is still jumping from writing this, totally uncharted territory for me right here. It's pretty slutty, and some moments I tried to write out to sound really intense. There are some serious bits in there too, believe it or not! See if you can find them. Read on yaoi lovers, read on!!!

Wait! Reviewers come first!

To: T.T. = I'm sorry for the cliff hanger, I'd been up for like 24 hours straight and seriously needed at least a nap. But now you will find out what's happened! I'm glad you could...VISUALIZE haha you are in for it this chapter, for sure.

To: Sneakyfox = Yes, can you imagine your sexual partner just going POOF? I'd be highly disappointed, but that's just me, haha. Read and find out what happened!!

To: KakaSasu_4ever =OMG *begs forgiveness* I have the last chapter, so you won't have to die ever again. Your review was so flattering, had me grinning like an idiot the whole time, haha.

To: Jade Rose = One day, I will tackle those oneshots...one day. Rejoice, for I have pulled you off the cliff you are hanging from! =] I'm glad you enjoyed the overtly sexual text, haha.

To: MAKandCHEESE = Pssh! What are you talking about, you guys update like crazy. I could never keep up at all. But you better focus on your collab now! Now that this is out, there are no excuses...so keep writing lots pwease? =]

To: yaoi_is_my_antidrug = You read my story, yayyyz! I ain't gonna lie I have read ALL of yours, just like every other Kaka/Sasu fan. Those two are recklessly desperate (heavy on the reckless...aw hell heavy on the desperate too, it's ridiculous with them). All my English teachers drilled vocabulary into my head, and I haven't been the same since, ha!

And finallyyyyyyyyy

To: tovah = It's so good to see people actually liking the sex scene cuz I was so iffy about it, not really liking it too much at all. I have much more faith in this chapter, it means more to me for some reason...I don't know read and you tell me =]

Spanks guys for reviewing. Just from that, look how fast this 25872957257 (more like 10) page chapter came out. Now that this is finished, gimme some ideas for future stuff! OK cue......smut!


Erratic thumps of his own overworked heartbeat flooded his ears; his body was on fire. Sweat burst from every pore and even the slightest movement sent his forehead protector sloshing back and forth above his brow. To be honest, that was the last thing on his mind at the moment. Within the past several seconds, his brain had become so overloaded with sensations and images; it was quite surprising the shinobi hadn’t passed out completely.

Standing there awkwardly against the tree, which had been his cover over the past hour or so, knees trembling violently, he fought to catch air he hadn’t realized was stolen from his lungs. Nonstop his heart raced, showing no signs of slowing down. Flashes of heat, pale skin, and pure unadulterated lust enslaved his mind until it was reduced to a liquid inferno, materializing in an impressive bulge tenting the front of his shorts.

Devoting all ability to getting his mentality back in check, his body was left to fend for itself and thus succumbed to gravity’s will. He slid, boneless, down the large trunk, uncaring of the rigid bark clinging harshly to his shoulders through a thin shirt. Slumping to the ground, the sudden contact had him minutely aware of a throbbing pain in his backside before it was overshadowed by the tsunami of desire mounting inside him.

Images. Far too many images took turns invading his sanity: all explicit, and all igniting the deserved bodily reactions. It was too much, he was growing dizzier with each passing second, and he felt the upcoming shutdown was imminent. Finally, under an invincible combination of feverish overheating, blurred vision, and sensory overload, he found himself unable to even manage a cry for help. A sudden numbness encompassed him, and then all went black.

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It took quite a while for Kakashi to gather his bearings. In all honesty, he didn’t know what the hell was going on. One minute he’s got the bratty Uchiha below him, giving him the ride of his life, and the next he’s just…gone. Now Kakashi was not a stupid man, he could put two and two together. Obviously, Sasuke did not just up and disappear, but rather someone had created a shadow clone of him. Now he came to the tricky part: just who was it? The hormones overriding control of his attention earlier had faded, and he hadn’t failed to notice that whoever’s chakra was pulsing so strongly before…was still there. That made things very interesting. Locating and clothing himself with his scattered garments, taking notice that the “fake” Sasuke’s had disappeared along with their owner, the wheels began to turn in his head. A sly smirk emerged on his lips, before the navy blue cloth of a mask disguised it, as Kakashi came to a conclusion.

This was either going to turn out really amusing or…really dangerous.

Scanning the small beach to ensure he picked up all articles, his single eye fell on the compact green bag he’d taken the salve out of earlier. Should this person really be a threat, he’d certainly stand a better chance of survival with the share of weapons concealed within. However, Kakashi was willing to take the risk of going without because he had…a hunch. Besides, he added, suppressing a laugh to himself, whoever was behind that tree several yards away was most definitely already experiencing what the jounin was capable of dishing out. He or she had practically become one with the ground, after all.

Prowling with the practiced silence of a tiger, reminiscing of his ANBU days, Kakashi slithered on through the woods, abandoning the tree top route in favor of padding the forest floor. His stomach leapt more the closer he got, just from thinking of the possible hazard being unarmed could cause. There! Just behind that tree, he was sure of it. What little excitement he had was extinguished and replaced by a flare of disappointment when he felt the signature dim significantly, but remain stationary. Can’t hide now, I’ve already found you.

The other shinobi was on the opposite side of the pine, trunk so thick both were concealed from each other. Labored, but otherwise even breathing, penetrated Kakashi’s ears as he drew ever closer. He was almost certain…

Rounding the tree soundlessly, he was met with a positively intriguing sight. There sat Sasuke, the real Sasuke, collapsed unconsciously against the tree and looking deliciously debauched. Black spikes scattered in all directions, as if from foul play, framed a delicate pale face thoroughly saturated with the pink tinge of a blush, clothes disheveled in much the same fashion. It would take a complete moron not to take note of the bulging erection concealed behind white shorts…or the drying wet patches from untouched excitement decorating the front of them.

Had the boy not looked so indecently hot, Kakashi would be doubled over with laughter from the situation. Instead, the gloating smirk behind his mask remained accompanied nicely with the smug echoes of I knew I’d be right buzzing in his head. Never met with such a perfect opportunity before, the perverted copy nin took some time to openly ogle his student. He really did wish Sasuke were a bit older, maybe then he wouldn’t feel those pangs of guilt every time their hormones died down. But now, it seemed those feelings were becoming fewer and far between, leaving him wondering if he should feel guilty over not feeling guilty. He scoffed at his conscience’s pathetic attempt to be virtuous. Shinobi were not saints, and that was that.

Confident he’d won his internal battle…for the time being, he now faced the task of waking the Uchiha up. There were a number of ways to do so; Kakashi chose his favorite. Stepping forward until he stood between either of the teenager’s spread legs, he raised a sandaled foot, hovering it over that enticing pitched tent, and lowered it to press insistently on the sensitive organ.

The reaction was nearly immediate; Sasuke’s face pulled into a wincing frown as the pressure jolted him back into reality. Lips parted, and teeth were grit, allowing the resulting hiss of pain to force its way out their gaps. Only when eyelashes fluttered upon opening did Kakashi retract his foot, choosing instead to stand towering over the sitting form stoically.

“Enjoy the show, Sasuke-kun?” he questioned with a friendly tone, though something else lie beneath.

Sasuke seemed to have completely forgotten where he was. Dark eyes wide open, they went from observing his position, to the tree behind him, and finally to Kakashi above him with a slightly surprised intake of breath at his proximity.

Crouching to be at the same level, the silver-haired man made sure to catch his pupil’s eye, raising an eyebrow questioningly. “Or will I have to repeat my performance if I wasn’t up to par?” His voice was husky and low now, teasing but at the same time being completely serious. It sent a shiver down Sasuke’s body, just like always.

The young genin let out a puff of air, fully intending it to be a laugh, and scrambled to find his voice. What exactly did he say to that? Ransacking his mind, he blurted out the first thing he thought of. “Aren’t you going to ask why?”

“Should I?”

Sasuke rolled his eyes heavily. Answering a question with a question was only a good way to communicate if you were the one doing it. Amazingly enough, Kakashi had enough sense to move out of his personal space and stand. Accepting the offered hand, he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, legs still somewhat shaky from earlier. “Only if you want to know,” he replied, using the guise of brushing dirt off his clothing to avoid further eye contact.

Out of nowhere a gloved hand shot out pinning him roughly to the bark behind him. Snapping his gaze ahead from where it was examining his dusty shoulder, the boy was met with the masked face of his sensei, and a sudden feeling of exhilaration surged inside him. Not breaking the stare until he had to, Kakashi craned his neck smoothly to stop just millimeters away from his student’s ear. The voice was back, and more provocative than ever.

“I want to know everything about you, Sasuke-kun.”

Sasuke had to struggle to swallow, mouth having gone dry without warning. Within its clothed prison, his engorged cock twitched hard and he was certain more fluid was staining his shorts. It took no effort from Kakashi to reduce him to a damn schoolgirl—like Sakura—and every night he was left beating himself up for it in the confines of his own mind. Electricity to his brain short-circuited as the older man began running his cloth-covered lips lightly against an exposed earlobe, and Sasuke didn’t even think to shut his mouth against a contented sigh.

“Hmmm?”

The sensual rumbling of that mouth so close to his eardrum could have the ability to make Sasuke forget who he was, if Kakashi so wished it. Only when contact was severed, and the man pulled away to look inquisitively at him, did the power to think clearly return. Like someone had flipped the “off” switch, Sasuke’s demeanor changed completely, eyes narrowing accusingly, mouth bending into a frown, and, to top it off, a pointed finger, not nearly threatening as it was intended to be.

“Well you started it. With your ‘role-playing’ crap.”

“Mm-hmm, and?” Kakashi raised his eyebrow again, doing all in his power to look simply interested and not downright entertained.

“And…” Sasuke glared at his idiot sensei, retracting the finger for now and crossing his arms instead. “I figured if I reenacted our first time together for you then…”

“Then?” Oh there was no hiding just how interested Kakashi was now. Unable to resist, he took a step forward, leaning in close as if listening in on town gossip. “Then what, Sasuke-kun?”

Entirely too flustered by the man’s feet nudging against his because he was too damn close, Sasuke forced himself to turn to the side, putting the other out of view, and suddenly feeling much more courageous. “Then I should get something out of it too!” Renewed boldness of his Uchiha blood sent him whirling back to stare the tall jounin right in the face, chest puffing out on its own accord. “I wanted to watch you fuck me, okay?!”

Kakashi seemed frozen, not even blinking. Sure, he understood Sasuke’s reasoning all along, but he never thought this thirteen-year old kid would come out and say something like that so bluntly. If he wasn’t sure before, he was most certain now: Icha Icha couldn’t hold a candle to the effect this Uchiha had on him.

Sasuke, who merely noticed the sudden darkening of a gray eye, took the silence as indication to further continue. He was so riled up at this point, he just let everything out, throwing caution out the window. “I just wanted to see what we looked like together, to watch both of us, instead of just staring at you…or the ground. Tonight might have been my only chance…”

It was as if some sort of taboo had been breached. Neither had mentioned the “thing” between them outside of said “thing” occurring. The finals of the chuunin exam were in three days, and Sasuke had yet to master the Chidori, so upcoming hours were likely to be filled with all work and no play. It would be foolish to think either of them could continue their little romps outside their extended vacation here, though Sasuke and, unbeknownst to him, Kakashi entertained their own secret daydreams about it.

The older man was still stunned to silence, unused to the serious take on the whole situation. Luckily, Sasuke, who returned to his explanation once more, spared him from replying to the awkward confession.

“…so I just took it. But I hardly ever use the shadow clone jutsu, so it was pretty difficult attempting to act out an entire scenario plus being in control of someone other than myself.” Finally Sasuke gave Kakashi a look that signaled he was prompting for feedback.

Mention of the shadow clone broke any sort of awkward tension he may have been feeling before, and left the taller man to laugh lightly. “Actually, I take back what I said before. I think you” he accentuated by poking the boy in the nose, receiving a well-rehearsed scowl, “need to repeat your performance. You really aren’t the best actor.”

Sasuke looked insulted. Sure the stupid role-playing wasn’t his idea and he’d been pretty much forced into doing it against his will, but, at the same time, he did try and put effort into acting as his virginal self. “And just what the hell does that mean?”

Electively choosing to be oblivious to the boy’s I’m-pissed-off-already-don’t-push-it attitude, Kakashi spoke. “Ah, well, let’s see…” he paused for dramatic effect before resuming, “for starters, you went from shy to positively whorish, but I won’t complain, I like you both ways.”

Sasuke pretended he didn’t feel the blush spreading on his cheeks when the other waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Towards the end, you were entirely too rushed, you wouldn’t let me do anything,” a hand placed on the jounin’s vest where his heart would be mocked hurt the other was sure Kakashi felt none of.

“Look,” Sasuke huffed, on the defensive right away, “the whole time I was holding a jutsu. I nearly lost it a few times before I let it go completely.”

Yes, well that explained the clumsy chakra Kakashi kept detecting throughout the entire period. As if reminded by Sasuke’s choice of words, Kakashi spoke then. “Oh yes, about that,” and with that the teenaged boy was bodily thrown back against the tree with such force it knocked the air out of his lungs. Leaving him with no time to recover, the man quickly smashed his own form against the other’s.

“Never…ever make me come on my towel again.”

For such a bizarre statement, Kakashi was dead serious. There was no laughing expression in his eyes, and his tone was purely livid. But despite all that, Sasuke realized he couldn’t be too angry with him, not with the way the copy nin’s body was pressed so tightly against his, leaving nothing to the imagination of just how Kakashi felt about him right now.

The man remained like that; so close, had they been the same height, their noses would be awkwardly scrunched together. However, that was not the case so Kakashi instead buried his mostly-covered face into the blackest of hair and just focused on breathing steadily. He really didn’t know what had come over him lately. This sudden uncontrollable lust for his too young student…maybe it was something in the air here. That could explain it. That way Sasuke was breathing it too, so the blame wasn’t entirely put on Kakashi, and no need to feel guilty. Simple.

As a reminder of his presence, Sasuke nudged forward to nip at the fabric obscuring Kakashi’s neck, drawing it between his teeth and tugging harshly. The man had been spacing out ever since he’d woken him up, and the Uchiha had had enough.

Upon the teenager’s utmost insistence, Kakashi focused his attention back to him once more, though ideally it had never left. Wrapping his hand in a sizeable amount of hair, he yanked persistently until his mask was released, albeit with noticeable teeth marks, and pulled the mouth out of biting range. Seeing the confused, longing look, the silver-haired man simply shook his head. “That’s not coming off tonight,” he stated playfully. Seeing the disappointed look at being denied access, he added, “Not yet anyway…you’ll see.”

Sasuke was released then, while Kakashi reversed their positions, slumping down the trunk to sit in a state much similar to when he first found the boy unconscious. Clearly the Uchiha didn’t catch his drift, so he motioned him down, only to shake his head when the boy made to sit propped in his lap. When several other hand gestures only received the confused shrugging of shoulders and annoyed looks, the jounin lost patience.

Physically flipping the teenager onto his stomach, he proceeded to then scoop him up on his lap, ass up with arms and legs trailing the ground on either side of Kakashi. It wasn’t until a pair of white shorts and boxers were forced down thighs that the struggling began.

“Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Teaching you that when I say ‘I want to role-play’ it means I want to fucking role-play,” Kakashi replied huskily, eyeing the pale ass that lay before him like a gold medal. It really was too easy to hold Sasuke down, being so much smaller and weaker than him. He almost wanted to let him get up and run just so he could catch him and hold him down all over again, almost like their first encounter with the bells. Maybe they could role-play that sometime…

Sniggering to himself, Kakashi reached down to fondle one of the smooth ass cheeks with a fingerless glove, becoming delightfully surprised when the other’s resistance melted away completely. Oh this was going to be too good for words. Squeezing and groping for a bit longer, he waited until the Uchiha became fully limp draped across his lap, all whines and complaints ceased and replaced with breathy sighs and quiet groans.

SMACK!

Sasuke shot up with a yelp like he was on fire even before Kakashi could pull his hand away, the man only restraining the boy just before he could bolt. The scuffling was back, much more frenzied, and absolutely violent. Noticing his sensei suppressing him so easily, he nearly snapped his neck in order to crane his face around and unleash the fiercest glare he was capable of.

“Let. Me. Go!”

“Nope.”

SMACK!

Another pained whine, jumping reaction subdued from Kakashi expecting it this time.

SMACK!

A slew of vulgar words Kakashi would have been appalled at had he not accurately defined each one of them.

SMACK!

At this point, the teenager had given up trying to run away for the most part, but still stuck to screaming colorful curses at the man spanking him, each one equally applicable and none so far repeated.

“Just think of this as a late birthday present!” he laughed, leaning over toward the Uchiha’s head and diving out of the way just in time to miss a backwards uppercut.

SMACK!

“Fucking incessant deviant bastard!”

SMACK!

By the thirteenth slap, Sasuke was so out of breath from screaming his rage, he didn’t even try to move. Upon inspection, his face was as flushed with blood as his behind, though Kakashi wasn’t sure if it was from the humiliation or all the yelling. He was betting on a mixture of both. Once the boy did realize the cruel punishment was over, he scrambled to his feet, making sure to put a large amount of space between the two of them. Between winces, he made sure to shoot the nastiest looks he could manage at the conceited-looking man under the tree, altogether outweighed by the pitiful vision of trying to pull his pants up over his burning ass and failing.

Stretching his legs out, looking utterly lazy and pleased with himself, this time it was Kakashi’s turn to point. “Oh don’t give me those dirty looks, it’s apparent you enjoyed it on some level.”

Sasuke absolutely refused to look down. Already aware of his body’s betrayal, he was fully capable of ignoring it, and instead chose to focus on more attempts at pulling his pants up.

“Come here,” Kakashi beckoned him forward with a crook of his fingers, “I promise there’s no more punishment. Lose the clothes, though.”

Did this man really think he could order him around like some sort of sex slave?! Well…his pants were already down, so that’s not really considered following his orders, at least that’s what Sasuke told himself when he moved to kick them off, along with his socks and sandals. Standing like that, he felt ridiculous being naked except for a shirt, so for his own reasons, and not that pervert’s, he lifted the blue high-collared shirt over his head. Last to go was the forehead protector, but really, he wasn’t sparring or training so he didn’t need it…Now the only reason he pressed on forward to stand before Kakashi, naked as the day he was born in front of a man twice his age, was to hear what he had to say…and simply not do it. Yes, that is what he told himself, blush or no blush spreading all over his body.

A few feet in front of him, Kakashi sat awed watching Sasuke Uchiha strip. Even doing a task so simple, and looking thoroughly livid while doing so, the boy was still something to look at. Whether known to him or not, his moves right now looked as practiced and flawless as they were in battle, no mistakes or ineptitude. Absently, the copy nin wondered if his student performed the same moves undertaking this activity in the privacy of his own home. He’d certainly have to look into that. Naked and ready for him, the man wondered if the other would follow his next command.

“Now, Sasuke-kun. I’d like you to put on a little show for me. If you get my meaning,” as if to emphasize, he ran exposed fingers attached to a gloved palm over the front of his jounin uniform to tease Sasuke, but ended up teasing himself more as it was the first real contact he’d allowed against his hard flesh. Quickly pulling away, he finished in a heated whisper, eyes blazing with arousal, “You got to watch me, and now I want to watch you.”

He stood there mutely in shock. Kakashi wanted him to…what? So embarrassed by the request, his body completely bypassed the blushing stage and went straight to a stunned sort of paling. He wants to watch me. The impact of the words combined with the unconcealed look of need on the older man’s face despite being seventy-five percent covered up led him to his own conclusion. He wanted to do this. There was very little he thought he wouldn’t do while this gorgeous man sitting before him was looking at him like that!

Still, hesitation from the aftershocks of nervousness, Sasuke decided to just wing it. He’d masturbated before…maybe not in front of a fully clothed audience in the middle of the woods, but he was ready to give it a shot. Deciding to acknowledge it at last, the Uchiha let his head drop, eyeballing just how hard his erection had gotten from his recent train of thought, staring especially at the glistening tip, ever-leaking with the same fluid his shorts were covered in. Tilting his head, he realized he never really regarded the sharp contrast of skin tone when comparing his red-tinged cock and the still pale pubic area around it. At the moment he found it quite interesting.

Only then did he remember he was supposed to be putting on a “show”. He hurriedly looked back to his audience, apology dying on the tip of his tongue. Kakashi looked drugged fully with desire. Half-lidded gray eye zeroed in on the same contrasting colors Sasuke had been enthralled with seconds ago, his mouth was obviously open behind the mask by the noisiness of panting breaths. The gloved hand in the jounin’s lap was making slow and jerky strokes against the sizeable lump encased in navy blue pants.

Sasuke felt his heart leap. Kakashi was more sexed up than he was.

Gaze flicking from his sensei’s face to his lap repeatedly, Sasuke found himself stepping forward until his bare feet nearly touched Kakashi’s larger covered ones. Growing bold, he wrapped his entire right hand firmly around his naked arousal, and gave it a hard jerk, making his hips twitch. The breathy moan he let escape was matched perfectly by the jounin.

Making a slightly tighter fist, Sasuke repeated the action, this time with an added flick of his wrist once he neared the head, only to pull his arm back and do it again. Precum was being smeared all along his hand as he went, but he didn’t care because at this time Kakashi had ripped the button to his pants clean off and was tearing his own zipper down.

They fought to manage each other’s pace, both going up at the same time and doing the same when pulling down. This eventually became hard for Kakashi as his shaft was a lot bigger than his thirteen-year old student’s, therefore his strokes became quite accelerated compared to the younger boy’s, the elevated pleasure taking its toll and forcing him to start his internal mantra not to blow so soon.

Sasuke came even closer to him now, legs wobbling until they became a kneel between his sensei’s legs to get a better view of Kakashi’s fast-paced jerking of his cock, eyes glued to the sight of the older man’s balls bouncing rapidly against the open zipper. Almost as an after thought, he reached under him with his free hand, massaging his own sac gently and hoping his sensei would follow cue.

Kakashi didn’t disappoint, living up to his copy ninja legacy. Both were panting like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the world at this point, Sasuke’s heavy breaths punctuated by high pitched “oh”s and Kakashi’s intermingled with groaned out “ah”s and “uh”s. Neither could remember being this turned on in their entire lives. Strands of silver and black were plastered to either of their faces from the intensity of exertion.

A few seconds later, Sasuke realized Kakashi had snapped his eyes shut, and thus followed suit. The deprivation of sight heightened his sense of feeling, now being able to identify each finger’s location rubbing against his cock’s rigid texture, sending him borderline over the edge. Kakashi’s sudden formation of words completely threw him off.

“Ahh…Sasuke,” he groaned between pants. “Did you…uhhn…like watching it?”

Trying to balance his actions with his brain’s ability to form sentences, he struggled hard to reply. “Y-Yeah. Ohh…hell fucking yeah. I passed out I was—ah! So…damn…turned on!”

Kakashi’s attempted chuckle was drowned out by his constant panting and sounded more like a hiccupped moan. Behind his closed eyelids, Sasuke heard him hiss in a huge lungful of breath. “Sasuke…are you—”

He already knew what the jounin was going to ask, and felt relieved that he could finally let go. Increasing his strokes, his fist became a blur over his hardened flesh, “Yeah, Kakashi! I’m so…ah! Close!”

“No!”

Black eyes snapped open confusedly, swearing he heard wrong. Upon meeting with the sole gray eye of the other, he was met with a firm shake of the head. “But—!”

“Still have…something to…show you,” the older man reasoned, his fast jerks slowing to steady tugs, cock looking ready to turn purple.

Upset as he was at the stifled orgasm, Sasuke crawled erotically over the jounin’s spread legs, seating himself between them. “Can I still watch yours?” he questioned in that seductive voice he adopted only when this close to the edge, eyelids drooped heavily in prolonged arousal.

Kakashi saw no reason to protest, and hastily sped his hand back up to the original pace, only growing harder when Sasuke leaned over to watch more intently. “A-Almost,” he rasped out.

Above, Sasuke had just enough time after seeing those tight balls draw up to wrap his fist atop his sensei’s and successfully tilt the twitching organ toward his smooth, hard torso, whispering a “go for it”.

The copy nin couldn’t have denied that even if he wanted to. With a desperate surging of ecstasy, he felt his cock pump hard, blood in his ears ringing loudly and muffling his choked moans. Rope after thick rope of come gushed from the tip, painting Sasuke’s abs and pectoral muscles in characters of a foreign language. It was the best sexual experience he’d ever had. Only when he’d recovered enough did he finally open his eyes, still breathing heavily with remnants of leftover tingles of pleasure shooting up and down his legs, only then…did he see Sasuke’s sharingan red gaze fixed upon him, committing the entire experience to memory.

Having recovered moments later, with a moaning Uchiha bent over in front of him, Kakashi finally let himself go for what he wanted. Spreading the cheeks, much like he did to the clone earlier, though much more carefully this time, as Sasuke was still sore, he nuzzled his masked face against the expanse of skin lovingly. “Keep your hands on the ground,” he muttered, making sure Sasuke didn’t touch himself and ruin the entire experience, as he lowered the cloth from his mouth at last. Moistening his lips, he stared at the little entrance he’d become so familiar with over this past week, thankful that he had the real Sasuke before him, and not some clone.

Blowing lightly against the hole, he was pleased that Sasuke had done as he had asked and refrained from questioning him on what he was doing along with keeping his hands away from his neglected penis. Finally, slowly, he licked a slow swipe bottom to top, making sure to press just firmly enough on all the sensitive parts. The only response out of the teenager was startled groan and a slight tremor running through his lower back, but not negative in the slightest. Encouraged, Kakashi made two more identical lines so the other could get used to the sensation. Then, without warning, his tongue burrowed past muscle into an area he was sure only he would ever taste on the boy, the shock of the strange feeling sending Sasuke jolting back against the invading muscle with the loudest moan he’d heard yet. Having truly never done this, Kakashi did his best to make his tongue as phallic as possible and began to thrust with it, overtly delighted by the new range of sounds emanating from his pupil.

Unfortunately, this didn’t last long, Sasuke having held back for such an extended period, was threatening to explode. Pulling back, Kakashi nodded in understanding before turning the boy to him. As the Uchiha reached with relief to grab his cock, Kakashi had smacked his hand away, instead replacing it with his gloved one, stroking to show the texture of it felt much better than a regular palm, further proved by Sasuke tipping his head back. It took very little before his student was screaming in warning of the upcoming eruption.

Locking eyes in the final heated gaze of the night, Kakashi winked before shutting his, unoccupied hand flying to his forehead protector to uncover the scarred one underneath. Sharingan whirring into action, he offered Sasuke a genuine smile even as the other began to twitch and the dark stare faltered. No matter what happened in the future, they would always have these memories.

A/N: I really didn't know how I was going to end this at all until it just sort of fell into my lap. People might think it's lame or inconclusive, but I believe in canon! Sasuke is still going to go to Snake man whether you like it or not! No time for sexy time with Kakashi...though you can bet your ass there will be in my next fic. Ha! Come on, get on them reviews, chop chop, I'll make you a cyber ice cream cone on photoshop or something, haha. =]