Old Lovers And New Beginnings

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Old Lovers And New Beginnings



Part Three-Looking To The Future



Kakashi placed a condom package between his teeth. The rapid breath of his partner panted in and out, matching his own. The mutual lust provided the perfect palate for the hidden actions. It wasn’t the time or place for a secret rendezvous, yet it didn’t stop him from encouraging his lover to participate.



He didn’t receive much resistance.



Whined groans brought forth the urge to tease the tan man before him. “So needy, Shikamaru?”



The only answer he received was a groan followed by pushing of hips against his crotch. A demand. Shikamaru wasn’t always the best submissive. He was demanding at times but it made forcing him into submission all the sweeter.



Scarred tan hands lifted to press against the unobserving walls of the office supply closet several doors down from the mission room. “Hurry. I have a meeting with the Hokage in twenty minutes.”



The ripping of foil sounded loud in the closet. Kakashi grinned, leaning down to nip at a pierced ear while sliding the condom up his erection. “I’m going to have to break you of your tendency to be on time.”



“It’s….too troublesome…to be late…” Shikamaru trailed off, biting his lips to keep from screaming as Kakashi slid inside.



Kakashi closed his eyes at the entrance sucking him in. It never failed to amaze the older at the tightness of Shikamaru’s ass. No matter how often they enjoyed each other’s bodies, Shikamaru felt nearly virginal every time.



They’d been lovers for nearly a year. In the beginning, it had been rough. Shikamaru stayed with him through his grief at Itachi’s death and then Sasuke’s. Of course, that Sasuke died while protecting Naruto made the loss slightly more bearable and earned him a coveted place on the stone monument along with that of Itachi Uchiha--the truths of the past having been revealed.



Shikamaru came into his life during a painful and desperate time. He’d brought desire, lust, and even love back to Kakashi. Even through his affection, Kakashi could never fully shake the feelings of love for the now dead Itachi and was thankful Shikamaru never pushed the issue. His desperation to keep Itachi close in his heart nearly bordered on obsession. He couldn’t bear to take the final step in letting go of his feelings for his crimson eyed raven, forcing Shikamaru to share an equal place in his heart instead of owning it.



A low needful groan pulled Kakashi’s mind back to the task at hand. His hips began a slow rhythm, morphing quickly into rapid pounding. The slap of skin against skin joined the panting and groans. Each sound from Shikamaru’s mouth sent threads of heat up his spine and forced him closer to the edge of orgasm.



“That’s it. Make those noises for me.” Kakashi clenched his teeth, the body around him tightening with impossible strength.



“Ah!” Shikamaru cried out loud enough, anyone outside the storage closet would be sure to hear him.



It both turned Kakashi on and annoyed him. Shikamaru’s sounds were for his ears only. They were low and keening, anyone who heard them would almost surely be turned on by the sound.



The fingers of one hand lifted, pushing inside Shikamaru’s mouth, muffling his sounds. His lips immediately began sucking at the glove covered tips. An unbidden image rushed forward into Kakashi’s mind. It should not have a place in his thoughts yet he couldn’t dismiss it.



His mind provided a vision of Itachi, kneeling before him, his lips sucking Shikamaru’s thick erection while Kakashi pounded into him. Unlike Shikamaru, Itachi was almost completely submissive in the bedroom. He would want to be dirtied by the two men, covered in their cum.



“Oh fucking shit!” Kakashi bit down on Shikamaru’s shoulder through his shirt. His orgasm unexpectedly rushed over him, forcing him to fill the condom with his load in almost violent pulses. It had been ages since he’d come so powerfully. It almost shamed him that it was assisted by thoughts of Itachi. Shikamaru deserved better.



His body still quaking, he gave a few final thrusts and pumped Shikamaru’s erection violently. It didn’t take much before hot semen was shooting from the tip to splatter on the wall. Shikamaru released one final garbled cry before collapsing against the wall, his head thumping loudly on the plaster.



“You need to stop coming,” groaned Shikamaru.



Kakashi grinned, nuzzling the sweat damn hair at Shikamaru’s temple. “You like when I come…especially in you.”



“Troublesome idiot.” Shikamaru pulled a paper kerchief from his pocket and mopped up the evidence of their little encounter. “If Iruka sees this…”



Kakashi winced visibly. “Troublesome…for both of us.”



Kakashi felt bad for Iruka. He’d known the instructor held at least a little attraction for him and was definitely feisty enough to keep interested. Kakashi was just too broken to want a relationship with someone who thought they could fix him. Shikamaru expected nothing of him that he wasn’t willing to provide.



Kakashi pulled his mask securely over his face before Shikamaru turned to face him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want the other to see him. Shikamaru was one of the few who had the pleasure of seeing his face regularly, it was just that Shikamaru’s gaze was piercing. It made him nervous without the security his mask provided.



“I haven’t seen Naruto around lately,” commented Kakashi as they stepped from the closet. It was essentially their cover in the event someone saw them stepping from the closet.



“He’s not taking Sasuke’s death well. Tsunade-sama has him doing long, easy missions. I have a feeling he will take to the life Jiraiya had. The village holds many memories for him, not all of them good.” Shikamaru slid his hands into his pockets. “I can relate.”



Kakashi nodded in understanding. “Asuma?”



“Technically he was only a teacher, yet I saw him as a second father. Naruto and Sasuke…I could spend a lifetime analyzing that relationship.” Shikamaru paused, looking towards Kakashi. “Don’t worry about Naruto.”



“You see all too well what lies beneath.” Kakashi raked a hand through his shaggy silver hair. “Will you go to dinner with me tonight?”



Shikamaru arched a brow. “Dinner before dessert?”



Kakashi shoved his hands in his pockets nonchalantly and shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll let you decide on that.”



Parting ways with Shikamaru was always something he was loathe to do. Instead, he leaned down to brush a kiss across Shikamaru’s thin lips before turning to find a place to hide until he was needed.



He didn’t even make it to one of his favorite spots before a chunin rushing after him. “Kakashi-san!”



“Hmm?” he hummed, never pausing in his lazy stride.



“The Hokage wishes to see you.”



“Tell her I’ll be there after I finish this chapter.” Just to make a point, he pulled out a worn copy of Icha Icha Paradise. Or what seemed to be Jiraiya’s masterpiece. Truth be told, it was some fantasy novel dressed up in the dust jacket. Heaven forbid he be caught reading something other than porn and he’d already committed Icha Icha Paradise, both volumes, to memory.



“She said now. There is someone in her office who you need to see.”



Kakashi rolled his eye skyward. Some days it felt so trying to deal with the heavy hand of his Hokage. She was so demanding. Waving a hand outward, he gestured for the chunin to lead the way.



Kakashi didn’t bother to analyze who was sitting in Tsunade’s office. It could be almost anyone. He really didn’t care. Other than Naruto sitting in that office, he held no desire to meet with anyone.



The chunin pushed open the office door following a knock. “Well, well. Kakashi actually using a door. Will wonders never cease.”



“I can always leave and come back later through your window if you prefer.”



She snorted, turning to the cloaked figure in the room. For some strange reason, the hairs on Kakashi’s arms stood up at cloaked stranger. “Who’s your guest?”



Slender pale hands extended from the cloak to lift and push back the hood. The book in Kakashi’s hand tumbled to the ground at the sight of long sooty locks falling to frame an almost angelic face.



“Itachi…”



Tsunade smirked upon seeing the book land crumpled between sandaled feet. “Your ANBU files said you were close so I thought Kakashi might be the perfect person to help you settle in.”



“Thank you, Tsunade-sama.”



Kakashi stopped gaping but was unable to tear his eyes away. They devoured every revealed inch of skin. Itachi looked older. His eyes seemed dull and lifeless, carrying deep shadows beneath them and the hollows in his cheeks were telling signs of malnutrition.



“I…How?” Kakashi was rarely flabbergasted beyond words. Today was such a day. He wanted to know everything.



Tsunade crossed her arms beneath her considerable bosom. “That’s classified.”



Kakashi’s visible eye grew hard as steal. “Then I suggest you clear me.”



“Are you ordering your Hokage?” Tsunade’s face hardened to match Kakashi’s.



“Tsunade-sama…if I may?” Itachi’s cool voice poured over Kakashi’s senses until he was drowning. The soft baritone bedroom voice hadn’t lost any of its sultry tone over the ten years they’d been apart.



Tsunade considered a moment before answering. “Go ahead, Uchiha.”



“You know most of the things that happened prior to my battle with…Sasuke, correct?”



Kakashi crossed his arms and nodded. Tsunade’s face grew sad. “He knows.”



Itachi nodded. “Afterwards I was left mostly dead. A few hours left untreated and I would have been gone. Madara left with Sasuke and Kisame. If they knew I was still alive or just didn’t care I was dying, I can’t say. I faded in and out but when I woke fully, I was laying in a bed. Apparently a group of smugglers used the place as some sort of storage facility. I’d never explored further than the initial rooms. I had no idea but one was trained in chakra healing. I don’t know their reasons for doing so but they were able to heal everything but my eyes over the next few months.”



“What’s wrong with your eyes?” Kakashi pushed away from the wall, staring intently at Itachi.



“I’m blind. I’ve been going blind for several years. The Mangekyou sucks the life from eyes the more it’s used. There is only one known cure and it was not an option I could consider.” Itachi shrugged a shoulder, settling back in the chair with a sigh.



“Blind?” Kakashi was reeling by what he was hearing. He’d noticed the dullness in the dark eyes but had never considered he was blind. “Is there…?”



“No,” answered Tsunade. “I’ve examined him and the chakra pathways in the eyes are worthless--completely destroyed. I’m not sure eye transplants would even salvage his vision.”



“I’ve accepted it. I was pretty badly injured. Nearly irreversible chakra depletion. Physical injuries. Blindness.” Itachi smiled ruefully. “I stayed with them for several months even after the worst of the injuries healed. When I heard…”



Itachi lowered his eyes, sadness playing across his face before he could hide beneath the mask he’d perfected. It broke Kakashi’s heart. What he felt at Sasuke’s death was dwarfed under Itachi’s grief.



Kakashi stepped forward to place a hand on Itachi’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. But Sasuke…he…”



“He died a hero.” Tsunade completed the statement with an equally sad smile.



Itachi smiled at the statement, sitting back and closing his eyes. Kakashi regarded him carefully. As shinobi, tears were a sign of weakness. Even in his current state, showing such weakness would be unforgivable.



“Thank you for doing what I failed to accomplish.”



Tsunade sniffed a little and settled back in her chair. “Enough of the past. Itachi’s back. He obviously can’t work as a shinobi any longer. Officially he’s now on indefinite retirement. He has spent eleven years in deep cover. As such, he has quite a bit of back and hazard pay coming. The third also arranged for the Uchiha fortune to be placed in safe keeping. Sasuke was allotted an allowance while he resided here and since then it has been compiling interest. As far as survival, Itachi, you don’t have to worry about funds.”



It was an understatement in Kakashi’s opinion. The Uchiha money had gained enough interest to support a hundred Uchihas for generations if used properly. Sasuke’s allowance had been large enough to allow him the best weapons and gear as compared to Naruto who’d survived on nearly nothing.



Itachi sighed heavily, lifting a hand to brush back locks of hair in an all too familiar gesture. “Thank you.”



“What do you need me to do?” Kakashi asked after swallowing the lump lodged in his throat.



Tsunade arched a brow at the offer. “Well, well, Kakashi. I’m surprised you offered so willingly but since you asked. I want you to help Itachi get settled somewhere. A house would be better than an apartment in case special alterations need to be done.”



“I can do that.” Kakashi tightened his hand on Itachi’s shoulder in an offer of comfort.



Tsunade’s eyes darkened. He wasn’t sure if she knew of their past or just assumed as they were ANBU together, they would work well. Whatever the case, he couldn’t stop his heart from racing. Itachi was alive. He was back home where he belonged.



“Kakashi, I wanted to know if you would be willing to arrange with your dog summons for Itachi to have an assistant dog. I know how territorial summons are but dogs are the best for assisting a blind person. At least until we can arrange something with the Inuzuka clan.”



He nodded. It would take a while for the Inuzukas to train a dog for the specifics of being a seeing eye dog. “I’ll talk it over with them.”



“Thank you.”



Itachi stood slowly. The motion was no less graceful but Kakashi could see he was uncertain of his surroundings. Kakashi plucked Itachi’s hand from his side, bringing it up to lay gently on his arm. “I’ll lead.”



Itachi said nothing but allowed the gesture. Carefully, he could almost see Itachi’s mind adjusting. Even in his sightless state, he was scanning the area and filing away the memory of it. In a few months, if not sooner, he would likely be able to move about the city as if he could see perfectly.



The journey to Kakashi’s apartment was slower than usual though neither seemed to mind. Gazes were drawn from those they passed and whispers of curiosity followed in suit. It was known throughout the village of Itachi’s sacrifice. Kakashi wasn’t worried for the other’s safety but he was sure the two made an interesting sight walking through town.



Keys jingled faintly as he unlocked his door and disabled the traps. Itachi chuckled faintly from where he stood. “Still trapping your door?”



“It’s good to be prepared.”



Itachi hummed in agreement. “It still smells the same.”



Kakashi smirked, straightening from his crouched position. “I haven’t changed much. I even use the same soap.”



“At least while I’m staying with you, you won’t have to worry about wearing a mask,” joked Itachi faintly, though the humor seemed lacking.



“Don’t talk like that. I don’t like seeing you…”



Itachi’s jaw clenched. “Crippled?”



“I was going to say, defeated. It’s not like you to give in so easily.”



Itachi stepped past Kakashi into the room. His memory guided him to the sofa. “I feel…worthless. It’s not being blind. It’s knowing that I made all those sacrifices for the village and Sasuke only to have them be nearly pointless.”



Kakashi marched towards where Itachi sat, gripping the front of his black shirt in a fist. He was tempted to punch him. If it wasn’t for the fear of marring the beautiful features, he might have. Instead he lifted his hand to grip the silky hair painfully. Itachi’s wince told him the painful point was gotten across. “What you did saved lives. Your family knew what they were doing when they plotted a coup. They knew the risks if they were discovered. Innocent people would have died and a decision needed to be made. I’m not going to lie and say I agree with what you put Sasuke through but I will admit that I understand your reasoning, warped though it was. The choices he made after your supposed death were his own--the good and the bad.”



A single tear crept from the corner of an impossibly dark eye. Itachi reached quickly to brush it away only to be stopped by Kakashi’s hand. “It’s alright to cry here. No one can see but me and we know what hides behind each other’s masks.”



One tear became two and then three. Itachi’s silent scream was felt on Kakashi’s chest. Tears fell like rain, dampening the harsh material. Itachi’s slender fingers gripped so strongly, his nails left bloody marks in Kakashi’s forearms. Through it all, Kakashi held him tightly until the quiet sobs lessened.



He lifted the body away from him to see tear damp lashes laying dark against the pale cheeks. He’d cried himself asleep. Probably already physically exhausted from the journey, the added emotional stress took away what little remained of his energy.



Kakashi slid a hand beneath his legs and lifted him easily. He weighed far less than what he should and upon removing the heavy cloak, his slight frame was even more shocking. Kakashi methodically removed Itachi’s shirt to reveal prominent ribs and sunken abdomen, giving him an almost skeletal appearance. He did not look well.



The bed wasn’t large but Kakashi was determined to hold him in his arms in case nightmares haunted him. If the heavy bags beneath his eyes were any indication, they did.



Pulling the weak frame against him, he breathed in the clean scent. “I’ll take care of you.”



He wasn’t sure when he drifted to sleep or even how long he’d slept. If not for the knocking on his door, he might have slept even longer. Instead, he jerked awake and glanced at the body curled against him. Sleep took the years away from Itachi’s face, returning the youthful softness.



Sliding carefully from the bed, he walked to the apartment entryway wearing only his trousers, undershirt, and mask. Slowly opening the door, he was mildly surprised to see Shikamaru standing before him. In all the excitement, thoughts of Shikamaru had been wiped from his mind.



Guilt crashed through him like the waves on a beach, making him wince at the shadowed look on his lover’s face. He’d heard. He worked closely with the Hokage, of course he’d heard. Even if he hadn’t heard it from the Hokage, he was smart enough to put two and two together from the gossip most likely flowing through the village. Itachi’s return wasn’t hidden from the residents of Konoha.



“He’s here.” It wasn’t really a question but a statement. Shikamaru easily knew here was the first place Kakashi would bring Itachi.



“Yeah.” He wanted to apologize, yet he wasn’t sorry. He wasn’t sorry for loving Itachi. He wasn’t sorry for bringing him to a safe place to rest--for watching over him. He couldn’t apologize for what he would do again and again should the need arise.



“How is he?”



“Tired--emotionally and physically. Malnourished to the point of being nothing but skin and bones.” Kakashi moved away from the door, allowing Shikamaru entrance.



“Are we finished?” Shikamaru asked as soon as the door slid shut.



Kakashi opened his mouth, only to not know the answer. He didn’t want to give up Shikamaru. If given the choice between his old lover and his new, he wasn’t sure he could willingly give up either.



“I don’t want us to be.”



Shikamaru sighed, walking out to Kakashi’s balcony and lighting up a cigarette from a pack he kept in his pocket. A long stream of grey smoke trailed smoothly from his lips, his dark eyes watching Kakashi. “I don’t know what to do. Do you still want to be with Itachi?”



Kakashi closed his eyes. He’d dreaded that question. “He needs me.”



A small smile curved along Shikamaru’s lips. “That’s not answering the question.”



“I can’t choose between you. Don’t ask me to.”



Shikamaru gauged Kakashi, standing silent as ashes tumbled from his forgotten cigarette. “I think you need some time. I need some time.”



Kakashi felt the stone drop into his stomach. It hurt but it wasn’t a final goodbye, was it?



Neither realized Itachi’s sensitive hearing picked up enough of their conversation to draw his own conclusions about their relationship. His eyes blinked slow before closing and leveling his breathing as Kakashi slid behind him in bed once more several minutes later.



“I know you’re awake.”



Itachi smiled against his pillow. “You always were gifted at doing that.”



Kakashi nuzzled his face against the dark hair inches from his face. He needed the comfort of another body. “I’m a shinobi.”



“So am I yet you could tell I was awake.”



“You’re breath hitched.” Kakashi’s hand reached around to link through Itachi’s fingers. “It was subtle but enough for me to notice.”



“What do you want?” Itachi asked;--his meaning not lost on Kakashi.



“I want you both.” Kakashi nuzzled his face even deeper. “I love you both.”



Itachi grunted lightly. “Love? You say it easily. Even after all this time.”



“I can’t stop how I feel,” he murmured.



“No I don’t suppose you can.” Itachi’s words ended the conversation but the unspoken words were left hanging in the air. I love you, too.



oOo



The first several weeks following Itachi’s return were hard on all involved. Much of it was spent bringing Itachi back into physical health. Kakashi, with the help of Gai and a few other jounin who knew Itachi from before, helped him work up his stamina. Pakkun arranged for Akino to stay with Itachi and Kakashi while Itachi waited for an Inuzuka dog to be trained.



The dog didn’t speak as Pakkun did but, his presence was very much welcome by both. With the help of everyone, Itachi’s health improved significantly. His depression took longer. Kakashi shouldn’t have to bear the burden and so Itachi arranged with Tsunade to speak regularly with the ANBU psychiatrist.



Things seemed to be leveling out for everyone involved, save for Kakashi. Itachi might no longer have use of his eyes, but he knew his old lover was not happy. Though Kakashi had begun showering him with gentle kisses and touches, neither had renewed their physical relationship. In the beginning, Itachi’s physical condition didn’t allow. Later, Shikamaru’s absence was like a giant elephant in the room. It was as evident as the nose on his face. Kakashi needed and wanted Shikamaru.



Itachi ran his fingers lightly over the soft fur of Akino’s back. “I know what I need to do but do I have the courage to do it?”



The dog gave a low huff, making Itachi chuckle. “You know what needs doing to. I’m going to miss your company when my permanent dog assistant arrives.”



Akino gave a low whine, standing slowly and following Itachi from the apartment. Once on the street, he took his place at Itachi’s side. Itachi had memorized the route over most of the larger streets. Akino’s job was to keep him from walking into surprising holes or into wagons parked in the street. He also aided if Itachi became turned around.



Today, Itachi walked slowly towards Hokage Tower. Once inside, he turned to the summon. “Can you please help me find Shikamaru Nara?”



Akino gave a huff and urged Itachi down several hallways towards a quite room located on the second floor. Itachi ran his fingers over the name plate, easily making out the kanji for Shikamaru’s name. A short knock and answered called to enter found Itachi staring blindly in Shikamaru’s direction.



“Kakashi misses you.” Itachi went straight to the point of the visit. He thought Shikamaru might respect that more than throwing around niceties before getting to the true reason for seeking him out.



“He has you.” Shikamaru’s chair creaked as he settled down in the leather.



Itachi allowed Akino to direct him towards a chair, taking a seat as well. “He needs you.”



“Giving you up won’t make him any happier. He’ll be sad for a different reason but equally sad.”



Itachi crossed his fingers over his stomach, shivering a little at the husky voice. Smokers always developed that huskiness. He had the vaguest memories of the Nara clan but could not recall a face to go with the voice. It was both arousing and disturbing that he felt such arousal towards another person, especially having never spoken with the other prior.



Trust came slow to Itachi, especially so in relationships. His kinks in bed required immense trust that his partner wouldn’t go across the line between pleasure-pain and into full blown pain, possibly injuring him. In the eleven years since he’d left Konoha, he’d never taken a lover. It left him particularly sensitive towards such a lazy bedroom voice, especially now that he‘d developed a sense of security in Konoha once more.



The voice gave him pause as to Shikamaru’s personality in bed. Would he take control, given the option or did he require another to lead?



Itachi frowned, his mind filtering through all the possibilities. The one blazing to the forefront was one that while the most arousing, was also the most nerve wracking for him. He would essentially be allowing another person to see him at his most vulnerable. Shikamaru was a stranger to Itachi; to allow himself to be opened to him in such a way wasn’t something he was completely comfortable with.



A sacrifice might be needed in this instance and Itachi was used to sacrificing. He couldn’t give up Kakashi. He needed the grounding he provided but at the same time, he didn’t like him as he was. Sacrifice was the only option in this case.



His body however, thought it wouldn’t be much of a sacrifice. “Shikamaru Nara, I have a proposition for you.”



oOo



Kakashi toed off his sandals, dropping his bags of weapons to the floor. “I’m home.”



He wanted a shower and some food before setting about cleaning and storing his gear. Itachi wasn’t around, so he decided to clean up and start dinner. It would give him time to unwind from the mission. He really hated assassinations.



Stepping from the bathroom in only a pair of low hanging lounge pants, he froze upon entering the living area. Shikamaru was seated next to Itachi on the sofa. Akino was nowhere to be seen.



“You should be careful about leaving your things in the entryway,” commented Shikamaru, pointing towards the bags which had been moved to the table.



“I’m sorry. It’s taking some getting used to.” Kakashi flushed red, realizing Itachi could have easily stumbled over the haphazardly discarded weapons bags.



Itachi brushed his hair behind his ear, shifting his blind eyes towards where Shikamaru was seated. “Kakashi…we wanted to talk with you.”



“I’m not choosing between you.” Kakashi crossed his arms, glaring at the two. “And I’m not abandoning you, Itachi.”



The sound of his voice must have struck a cord with Itachi as he chuckled faintly, a rare sound these days. “I’m not asking you to.”



They had his attention now.



Itachi’s tongue darted out to swipe at dry lips. “I…We…want you to consider a compromise.”



Kakashi frowned. He hadn’t seen Itachi acting this nervous since his early ANBU days. “What do you mean?”



“I’ve spoken with Shikamaru. I think a…ménage might be best.”



Kakashi blinked a few times, tempted to stick a finger in his ear to ascertain he’s heard him correctly. “You want a threesome?”



Itachi’s face flamed red, making Kakashi’s blood pool southward. “It’s not about sex.”



“The fuck it isn’t.” Kakashi sat shakily into the chair facing the sofa.



“No one is happy as things are.”



“Fuck, Itachi. It’s not what you want and therefore defeats the purpose.”



Itachi’s lashes fluttered closed for a moment before lifting, the former fire back in force. “I’ll be the judge of what I want.”



Kakashi ran his hands through his damp hair. He couldn’t let Itachi sacrifice some part of him again. “Itachi…”



Itachi lifted a pale hand. “I think it would be better to show you how sure we are about this rather than speak of it.”



Kakashi frowned, only to have it transform into an open mouthed stare. Itachi’s hand reached over, pulling Shikamaru close. He drew the hand over his slender chest and up his neck into his hair before closing a fist. Shikamaru seemed to understand what he wanted, fisting the hair tightly and giving a little jerk.



Itachi moaned a little, his hands reaching to slide upward into Shikamaru’s hair and freeing it up the high tie. Shikamaru’s free hand moved around to jerk Itachi’s leg in order to send him sprawling backwards onto the sofa with Shikamaru settling between his thighs.



Now settled, his hand parted from the thigh to the light shirt Itachi wore. The material was pushed up to reveal the smooth chest and coral colored nipples. The hand in Itachi’s hair kept his neck pulled roughly back while the second hand pinched the nipples hard to force blood and darker color into them.



The small whine Itachi gave was Kakashi’s undoing. He moved forward, planting a soft open mouth kiss on the slack lips before taking Shikamaru’s hand from the flesh. “Use your teeth, make it hurt good.”



A flush worked its way up Shikamaru’s face, darkening the already tan skin. Shikamaru was a quick study, his head lowered and teeth bit into the tender flesh. Itachi gave a little scream, his hips jerking upward and convulsive shudders wracked his body. Shikamaru moved back to reveal the dark stain spreading across the crotch of Itachi‘s pants.



Kakashi blinked disbelieving at the evidence of orgasm. They’d barely done more than a few kisses and bites. During the last several weeks, neither discussed the eleven years apart, though Kakashi had assumed Itachi had taken lovers just as he had. The staining fluid made him doubt.



He untangled Shikamaru’s fingers from Itachi’s hair, bringing the face to face him. Kakashi’s lips sucked gently at the damp lower lip before showing the same attention on the one above.



“Itachi…how long has it been?”



Itachi’s jaw clenched, his face going hard before relaxing. “Eleven years, three months, and twelve days.”



Kakashi paled, his mind struggling to add up the time. Itachi’s last time with another man had been with Kakashi the afternoon before the Uchiha execution. “Oh…fuck…”



Kakashi could feel Shikamaru’s understanding in the way he moved from Itachi’s body. He might not realize the strength of Itachi’s loyalty, but he did understand the implications of Itachi’s abstinence for such an extended period.



“We can continue this another time…”



Itachi’s hand shot out to grasp a tan arm with surprising accuracy. “No! It’s appropriate. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted this to work as it should. I don’t…know you yet. But if Kakashi can feel so strongly for you, I would like to learn to do the same.”



Shikamaru stepped forward and following a glance to Kakashi, lowered his lips to lay a kiss gently upon Itachi’s lips. “Alright.”



Kakashi scooped Itachi into his arms, the feel of the slender frame made him chuckle. It was almost hard to believe Itachi had been both a master member of ANBU and a S class ranked missing nin. Even blinded, he was still a very dangerous man to a low ranking shinobi.



Placing him gently on the bed, he felt Shikamaru’s curiosity as he returned with a box. The proverbial box of toys, only these toys were not meant for minors.



Kakashi made quick, methodical work of Itachi’s clothes. There were no longer any gentle touches and kisses, making Shikamaru frown in curiosity. Some leather restraints were removed from the box and tossed to the bed. Kakashi shot a glance to the confused look on Shikamaru’s face.



“Figures he wouldn’t tell you. He’s a very private person.” Kakashi stood silently measuring Shikamaru. He knew the other was confused about his almost lack of emotion with Itachi. He‘d given Shikamaru a taste of D/s but no where near as advanced as what Itachi required. “This one here has special needs. Needs that require trust. I’ll show you how to take care of him when I’m gone on long missions.”



Itachi released a little whimper, making Kakashi turn hard eyes on him. “No sounds or I’ll gag you.”



Itachi bobbed his head up and down shakily. His entire body was shaking and his penis beginning to harden.



“It’s been too long,” mused Kakashi out loud. “I bought these things a week ago. I knew we’d need them.”



Kakashi pulled a small blue ring from the box, carefully sliding it up the half limp erection before Itachi became too hard. He then carefully looped the leather restraints around Itachi’s wrists, securing him to the head of the bed.



“Shikamaru…let him feel your touch. His body is extremely sensitive when he’s like this. Give him what he needs. Learn what feels good to him.” Kakashi took Shikamaru’s face, licked the lips before biting and sucking at the soft flesh.



Shikamaru moaned low as Kakashi directed his movements. He showed him where to touch and the degree of pressure to give. It was highly erotic for Kakashi to be teaching Shikamaru how to pleasure Itachi. Shikamaru wasn’t as dominant as Kakashi, nor was he as submissive as Itachi. Shikamaru seemed to be calm middle ground for both--a possible switch and someone who could fit perfectly in their personal dynamic.



While Shikamaru touched, tasted, and marked Itachi’s body, Kakashi lift a thigh to reveal the dark pink pucker. His fingers slid along the skin before pressing inside to test the resistance. There was some but not enough to overly require stretching. A little lubricant would take care of it.



Pulling a vibrating butt plug from the box, he covered the plastic in lubricant and pushed it inside Itachi without further premise. The body beneath him went stiff and had the ring not been in place, Kakashi was fully mindful Itachi would be orgasming. Even in the beginning of their relationship, he’d never seen Itachi strung so tightly. He wondered how much was need and how much was Shikamaru’s presence.



“Itachi…” Kakashi’s voice purred. “I want you to suck Shikamaru. I want you to swallow every drop. If Shikamaru says you do well, I’ll give you a reward.”



Color flared into both Itachi and Shikamaru’s faces. Kakashi helped Shikamaru into a position straddling Itachi, his erection sliding across pale features to leave a damp trail.



Kakashi pressed kisses along Shikamaru’s neck, watching avidly as the tip of the leaking shaft was engulfed between red lips. Itachi leaned his head forward, tongue flattening to stroke up and down the thick underside. Kakashi’s hands squeezed Shikamaru’s balls while guiding Shikamaru’s cock in and out of Itachi’s mouth.



Shikamaru’s body shuddered heavily, his torso slumping forward as his hips involuntarily jerked in an attempt to bury himself in Itachi’s throat. Instead of gagging, Itachi’s throat muscles loosened to allow him to penetrate as deeply as he needed to.



A flick of his hands on the remote set the butt plug vibrating. Itachi shouted around Shikamaru’s erection, his hips bucking upward for some sort of relief.



Kakashi’s hands forced Shikamaru’s head back, kissing deeply, his tongue sweeping inside with deft strokes to ride out Shikamaru’s orgasm with him. “Fuck!” Shikamaru gave one final shudder, his head flinging back before slumping weakly against Kakashi.



Itachi gave a low purr of pleasure, his lips licking delicately at the tip as the limp shaft was withdrawn from his mouth. The sight was amazingly beautiful. His heart hurt a little knowing Itachi would never be able to see in bed--never able to watch the beauty that was Shikamaru cumming.



Helping Shikamaru to the side, Kakashi stretched his body across Itachi’s so their lips were inches apart. Itachi was beginning to shift beneath him, grinding upward to ease some of the tension building inside him. Instead of turning off the vibrations, Kakashi switched the vibrations to high.



Itachi’s eyes squinted shut, his mouth opening in a silent scream. With his neck arched back, the pale blue lines of veins just beneath the surface popped out in stark relief against the creamy skin.



Kakashi stroked a finger down a flawless cheek. “Beautiful. I’m going to teach Shikamaru how to take care of you. Would you let him?”



Itachi swallowed, nodding his head slow. “Yes.”



Kakashi smiled, biting down hard on the red lower lip. “Good. I’m going to give you what you want because you’ve been so good. I’m not going to draw this out, because I can’t wait.”



Itachi garbled out a mixture of a whine and shout as the vibrating plug was removed only to be immediately replaced by flesh. The added thickness along with the lack of additional lubricant must have provided a delicious pain. Itachi’s body arched high, his bound arms pulling himself upward while slender legs wrapped around Kakashi’s hips.



Kakashi growled, prying the legs from his hips and upward until Itachi was nearly bent in half. He couldn’t believe how tight he was, his body clenching desperately around his hardness with ever inward thrust.



Itachi moaned, his hands jerking desperately at his bonds. Kakashi knew what he wanted. He wanted freedom jerk at his erection. Of course, Kakashi refused to allow it. He refused to remove the cock ring holding back the barreling orgasm. Not yet.



Instead, he claimed the lips. Teeth bit, breaking the skin just enough to flavor the kiss with blood. Itachi’s whines grew louder. In the past he would extended the pain, biting all over the presented body. He would spank, flog, and sexually torture him. Instead, he merely pounded inside.



There would be bruises on Itachi’s legs the following day as well as various love bites. They would work up to the harder aspects of their type of relationship. Eleven was a long time to abstain.



“Scream for me, Itachi.” Kakashi glanced over to see Shikamaru, now recovered, stroking himself in time with Kakashi’s thrusts. “Scream for us. Shikamaru is jerking off to us. Imagine how he would take you, or maybe both of us inside of you.”



Itachi screamed as the cock ring was slid from his erection. Cum splattered along his abdomen, his body becoming impossibly tight around Kakashi.



Kakashi’s mind went white, his body jerking from the impossibly intense orgasm rushing through him. Vaguely, he heard Shikamaru’s low groan.



The moment sanity returned, he freed Itachi from the bonds, his lips and tongue stroking each bruised wrist. Shikamaru joined him, hands stroking over the sweat slicked chest to provide equally comforting care.



“Are you hurt?” whispered Kakashi, his lips kissing their way down to where Itachi continued to pant.



“No…” His voice was harsh, cracking from the intensity of his orgasm.



“Was it good enough? I didn’t want to go too far too soon.”



Itachi nodded his head, eyes staring off. “It was good.”



The bed shifted, Shikamaru rising from the mattress and breaking the spell in which both Kakashi and Itachi resided in. Almost as if he could see, Itachi turned his eyes towards where Shikamaru still panted. “Stay with me.”



Dark eyes slid over Itachi’s still shivering frame before moving back to the bed to curl against him. “Are you sure?”



“You’re a part of this dynamic now,” Itachi said with conviction.



Shikamaru’s hand rubbed across Itachi’s smooth flank, soon joined by Kakashi’s. The night was spent in an equally loving embrace, only broken during a shower where they took the time to explore each other’s bodies. Itachi reacquainted himself with Kakashi while storing all the new information about Shikamaru.



As dawn broke across the horizon and light touched their bodies, they each had found a safe place in each other. Itachi’s return had not ended Kakashi’s relationship with Shikamaru, but instead added to it. Souls were mended and life could go on as it needed to.



The End~

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