What Sasuke Wants

Sasuke felt a swell of pride every time he saw the swords on Kakashi’s back, especially when Kakashi used them. They became a fearsome pair with their Chidori and chakra blades. The other members of their team seemed superfluous.

Sasuke and Kakashi started meeting for lunch or tea every so often. Izumo didn’t like it; Kakashi would sometimes blow him off saying he was spending time with Sasuke. He knew he shouldn’t be jealous, Kakashi didn’t love Sasuke; they were just teammates. But Izumo didn’t like sharing. And Izumo glared at the blades. When Sasuke would spot that look on Izumo’s face, he’d actually smile if no one was looking.

The Naruto and Sakura seemed to remain oblivious to both of Kakashi’s relationships. Juugo and Karin knew they were spending time together, but they never gossiped with the others—or anyone at all in fact.

Tonight Kakashi came over to Sasuke’s house for a drink. He didn’t know what affect sake would have on Sasuke. He just hoped to everything holy or unholy that he wasn’t like Lee.

Kakashi didn’t remember what Minato had said about the Uchiha until Sasuke already had three cups of sake: ‘Uchiha have no head for alcohol.’

Sasuke’s movements became less precise, though still graceful. Kakashi thought it was about time to leave while he was only pleasantly buzzed and Sasuke hadn’t embarrassed himself yet.

Too late.

Before Kakashi could make to leave, Sasuke seemed to magically appear close in front of him and kissed him through the mask. Sasuke was pulling at the mask, but Kakashi pulled back—not as quickly as he would have liked—and grabbed Sasuke’s wrist.

“What are you doing?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you.” Sasuke tried to continue his efforts to pry the mask away.

Kakashi’s grip tightened and pushed Sasuke’s arm away a little. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Why not?”

It took a second to think of why this was not a good idea. “You’re my student.”

“Former student.”

“You’re still my subordinate. And I’m over ten years older than you.”

“But I love you.”

Where the fuck did that come from?! “You’re just drunk, Sasuke.”

“I won’t dispute that I’m drunk, but I do love you.”

“No, you don’t, Sasuke.” Kakashi tried to gently push the younger man away; not succeeding.

“Don’t you realize you’re the reason I came back? When you said you understood how the Third felt about Orochimaru, that brought me back to my senses. If you had been there when Naruto and Sakura found me that first time, I wouldn’t have tried to kill all of you. I love you. I loved you even before I left.”

Weakening, Kakashi asked, “Then why did you leave?”

Sasuke sagged a little. “I was so furious at Naruto and myself. Orochimaru offered a shortcut to Itachi that you couldn’t give me. Everything seemed like child’s play, our missions rarely seemed real. I wasn’t growing in power like Naruto was. I was so disgusted with myself; even your words could barely touch me. I loved you though. I came back for you.”

Sasuke’s hand was back on Kakashi’s covered cheek. He closed his eyes and pulled the mask down and kissed his sensei. Kakashi’s eye closed as well and he gave into the kiss. Sasuke tasted like sake and the kiss was a bit sloppy from the alcohol and Sasuke’s inexperience, but it felt so good. Sasuke then removed Kakashi’s headband.

Sasuke knelt on the sofa, straddling Kakashi’s thighs, and pressed his clothed erection against Kakashi’s growing one. Kakashi groaned into Sasuke’s mouth. He was never this turned on by kissing Izumo. Izumo. Kakashi remembered Izumo.

Kakashi pulled away again. “No, Sasuke.”

“What now?” Sasuke said breathlessly, but not sounding annoyed.

“I . . .” Kakashi never told anyone about Izumo, not out of shame, but just because he didn’t talk about anything personal to anyone.

“It’s Izumo, isn’t it?”

Kakashi pulled further back. “How did you know?”

Sasuke shrugged, unwilling to admit he’d been following Kakashi. “Who do you care about more?” Sasuke leaned further and further in as he spoke. “You’ve always cared more about me. You think about me more. You love me more.” Kakashi couldn’t deny it.

Sasuke kissed him again. Kakashi was a little stiff, but he let Sasuke kiss him. This is a bad idea, Kakashi told himself, but Sasuke was right. Even though he never approached him, Kakashi had been concerned for the Uchiha orphan. Then he was concerned for the overly serious child, consumed with revenge. He had loved Sasuke, but not like this. But now with his gorgeous face so close to his and his beautiful body pressed against him, Kakashi wanted him. He never wanted anything so badly in life. But he waited to see how far Sasuke wanted to go; he wouldn’t even suggest going further than Sasuke wanted, more afraid to give him ideas than going over boundaries.

Sasuke didn’t need to be given ideas. His hand moved down Kakashi’s cloth-covered neck and under his casual shirt. Kakashi helped him open it, leaving his chest covered by the same thin material that normally covered his lower face.

Sasuke leaned back and saw Kakashi’s face for the first time. His eyes let Kakashi know what he thought, Beautiful.

“How the hell do get this thing on or off?” Sasuke asked.

Kakashi peeled the tight shirt off leaving his chest, throat, and face exposed to Sasuke’s devouring eyes. Sasuke easily, despite the alcohol, untied his thin rope belt and shucked his own open-front shirt. Kakashi’s eyes raked his abdomen. He’d seen it before, but never when offered up like this.

Kakashi pulled Sasuke to him as Sasuke’s body was still arched as he dropped the shirt behind him. Sasuke gasped as Kakashi sucked at his left nipple and moaned as Kakashi ran his teeth over it.

Sasuke stood, pulling Kakashi with him. The absence of his belt allowed almost all the rest of his clothes fall off. A little off balance, Kakashi was the one who led Sasuke to the bedroom, the modest amount of alcohol taking away any sense he had left.

Kakashi had never seen this room before. It was remarkable only because of its stark plainness. Unlike the rest of the house, there were no weapons on the walls; there was only one small and one large Uchiha tapestry and the draperied windows. He only got a glimpse before Sasuke helped finish undressing himself and Kakashi.

Sasuke pushed Kakashi down on the bed and stroked Kakashi hard cock while his lips were fastened to Kakashi’s neck. He reached over for the massage oil he kept there for when he allowed Karin to give him chaste massages—though Karin’s aims weren’t so chaste.

Their free hands explored soft bare skin. Sasuke’s hand left Kakashi’s erection and soon returned, his fingers covered in oil and teasing Kakashi’s entrance. A thrill of excitement and fear shot through Kakashi; he wanted this, but he also knew they shouldn’t do this. He couldn’t get involved with Sasuke, not with his student.

His thoughts were cut off by the finger being inserted inside him. Izumo and he had fucked each other many times so it didn’t hurt at all. Feeling no resistance, Sasuke added a second finger to stretch him; Sasuke may be a virgin, but he wasn’t an idiot. Kakashi was able to completely relax around those fingers and he moaned hungrily, the sound vibrating against Sasuke’s lips.

Kakashi hadn’t thought Sasuke would be this bold. The inexperience he’d shown in his kiss let Kakashi know Sasuke was a virgin and he never expected a virgin to take over so naturally and top someone much older with more experience. He found he was very turned on by Sasuke’s confidence, control, and aggression.

A quick thrust into his own oiled hand and Sasuke was easing into his sensei. He curled up, tucking his chin against his chest as he moved. Kakashi couldn’t breathe, not so much from the pain of being stretched, but just from the realization how much thicker and longer Sasuke was compared to Izumo.

Sasuke had also stopped breathing at the new sensation of being buried inside someone else. Neither were able to breathe again until Sasuke was completely inside Kakashi.

“Damn,” Sasuke sighed. They both panted and did not move.

Ready, Kakashi put a hand to Sasuke’s head and stroked his scalp through his sable hair. Sasuke turned his head, eager for that touch and rubbed his face into Kakashi’s hand. Soon he began to pull out.

It wasn’t long before Sasuke built up speed and Kakashi was moaning under him. Kakashi grabbed that muscular torso trying to find some purchase, but the rocking of their bodies and pleasure-borne weakness turned the grasping to a gentle racking of his fingertips against Sasuke’s chest.

Kakashi purposely tightened around Sasuke pulling another curse from Sasuke. Sasuke was nearing his climax and he was too lost in his own pleasure to consider Kakashi’s. Kakashi reached for his own erection and pulled himself to release. His body spasming around Sasuke, brought Sasuke off. Sasuke buried himself deeply inside his sensei, his hips jerking as each rope of semen shot from him.

Sasuke collapsed on top of Kakashi who petted and stroked his hair. Sasuke fell asleep against his chest, too worn out after his first fuck and the alcohol in his system.

Regret filled Kakashi like a chaser to the pleasure. Their lives were about to get far too complicated.

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Kakashi woke up first. Sasuke had rolled off and now lay with his back to Kakashi. Fear and regret caught up with him. Sasuke was going to be pissed, he was sure. Sasuke had been drunk and Kakashi had been just at the cusp of drunk. Sasuke didn’t know what he was doing. Oh, fuck, Kakashi thought. At least Sasuke had fucked him; at least Sasuke wouldn’t feel taken advantage off. Much.

He thought it would be best to be gone when Sasuke woke up. He felt like a cad leaving someone’s bed like this and he was scared to death of meeting Sasuke later.

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Sasuke woke up more content than he had in his life. He was content to snuggle his pillow until he remembered there was something else in his bed to snuggle against. He turned and froze. His bed was empty beside him. The sheets were rumbled, but there was no one there. He felt the sheets, they were cold.

He got up, pulled on some loose pajama pants, and looked around his house. Empty. The Sharingan nearly glowing in his eyes, he stood in a doorway leaning on a hand. That hand balled into a fist and took a chuck out of the wood.