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The Second Night: Stasis
Title: Illuminating Heaven / 天照 / Amaterasu
Pairing: Kakashi/Sasuke
Rating: NC-17 (eventual)
Warning: Arousal.
A/N: Set in post-canon. Reviews highly appreciated. A huge thank you to my lovely beta editor ka0richan @ LJ. This fic so would not be what it is now without her!
Summary: Kakashi'd wondered when and if he'd ever encounter his prodigal former student again, but never expected it to be quite like this.
This Chapter: "Fear had a particular scent, or so Kakashi thought. But arousal had an even more distinct one."
NOTE: This chapter has color and other formatting that is not properly displayed on AdultFanFiction.net. If you would like to read it as it is properly formatted, please visit http://sub-textual.livejournal.com/11785.html.
Yes. It does make a HUGE difference.
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The Second Night: Stasis
Snow fell like thunder -- heavy and loud in earth-shuddering descent.
Sasuke remembered when snow used to fall light and gentle, like confectionary sugar from the sky. He'd open his mouth wide to capture it before it melted. Snow was always so fleeting in Konoha; it never had any permanence when the ground and the people were so warm. Sometimes if he was lucky, he would manage to capture an errant flake or two and think to himself, this is what the sky tastes like.
But here, the snow smelled and tasted like blood. And when he raised his eyes and watched it fall, he saw the world painted in shades of red and black. The sky split wide above him as the earth cracked below his feet, and Sasuke fell.
And he couldn't stop himself; couldn't take it back; couldn't erase the mess he made of blood spilling across the page and filling his eyes as it unfolded before him in a sickening rewind through a record too scratched for the needle to hold steady in its groove. The sky was tearing apart and Sasuke's fingers couldn't reach far enough to find traction against the unforgiving earth, coming up too short or too late in his efforts to stop the fall. But then there he was, face turned skywards as he watched Sasuke fall, eyes crinkled in a smile too soft when the snow fell too hard -- splattering against his mask in vivid drops and bleeding black into red.
Sasuke stretched out his arm when Kakashi held out his hand for him to take, and then it happened all over again -- he couldn't stop himself; couldn't take it back; couldn't silence the deafening roar of too much power contained in his hand; the crunch of bone as it shattered, flesh tearing apart as his fist shot right through and a pair of mismatched eyes met his own, silent and shocked--
Sasuke jerked back with a gasp caught in his throat, wide eyes taking in the flicker of warm orange against rocky walls as he attempted to calm the roar of a heart knocking too hard within a chest that felt too tight. He forced down the shudder creeping up his spine and slowly, carefully directed his eyes across the dying fire. Kakashi slept undisturbed with his fingers curled near his cheek, using his pack for a pillow and his vest for a poor excuse of a blanket.
For a little while, Sasuke watched as the jounin's chest rose and fell, a strange calm settling across him as he studied the other man's face, noticing for the first time, the way Kakashi's hair slipped carelessly across his forehead and eyes while he slept, thinking just how different he looked at that very moment. How gentle. And as he watched him, the tension tight in his chest slowly eased itself out as his breath fell steady. He fell asleep with warmth wrapped around him in the memory shape of strong arms and bare skin pressed against his own.
This again.
~
Fear had a particular scent, or so Kakashi thought. It was nearly imperceptible -- a scent that wasn't quite a scent, but one that was charged. He always knew what it was when he breathed it in, because it put him on alert. So when Sasuke woke, Kakashi had already been awake -- it had been the shift in the air that had interrupted his sleep and alerted him of fear emanating from the sleeping boy across the fire. No sooner did he glance over to him did the other wake with a gasp, and at that very moment of awakening, his fear felt almost palpable.
The gasp sounded vulnerable, and it was the vulnerability that he closed his eyes on. Sasuke wouldn't have wanted him to witness that moment of weakness, that floundering of strength -- but there were so many cracks in the too-large armor he wore that Kakashi noticed, yet that was a fact the jounin kept to himself. So he closed his eyes and gave the boy some reassurance when dark eyes slowly turned to study him.
He wondered what it was Sasuke saw in his dreams, and found himself intrigued by the sense of relief he could feel coming from the bedroll as the boy's eyes remained on his face. It took a considerable amount of effort to keep his features lax when it occurred to him that Sasuke most likely just had a bad dream; quite possibly a reliving of the genjutsu.
Oops.
He supposed he should've felt some remorse about overdoing it and giving Sasuke even more mental scarring that he really didn't need. But the way he felt Sasuke's eyes drinking in the sight of him sleeping, and those warm waves of genuine relief that were so strong even he could sense them, reminded him of how right he had been.
There were some people in the village who considered Sasuke a traitor; who labeled him no different than Itachi, relegating him to the same category of Orochimaru: evil, corrupt, and without any hope for change. They were always careful to speak softly, lest they incur the wrath of the soon-to-be sixth Hokage or the Fifth's apprentice, both of whom still insisted on bringing Sasuke home. It was a lifetime promise, Naruto declared. Sasuke was still his brother, however prodigal.
But Kakashi could only look back and recount his failure in misunderstanding the lines that shaped Sasuke's loyalties. It hadn't been to Konoha, but to Uchiha, that Sasuke had staked his entire life upon; and blood was thicker and stronger than the bonds that held Sasuke to the village.
A boy who loved his family enough to dedicate every waking moment of his life to avenging them; a boy who cared deeply enough about those close to him, however irritating they might've been, that he protected them with his body from a rain of senbon; a boy who told others to run from a monster too strong for him to fight when his body was so battered he could barely stand was not a boy Kakashi could ever consider evil or beyond saving.
So when Sasuke's eyes widened in shock even before Chidori punched through his chest, Kakashi knew that the boy he'd always believed in, the boy who was once so much like him, had grown up to be part of the boy he brought down, trembling, to his knees. And when that boy choked out a why shaped with so much emotion, Kakashi decided that for the duration of his mission, he would keep Sasuke by his side and help him realize just where he really belonged.
Even if it meant he had to break him.
~
Fear had a particular scent, or so Kakashi thought. But arousal had an even more distinct one. Where fear was only a prickling of the nostrils and a sharpening of the senses, arousal was unmistakable -- warm and heady, musky like earth. So when Kakashi caught that scent mingling with the smoke from the fire, he grabbed onto it and focused, thinking that it had to be some kind of mistake -- but doing so only sharpened the scent, making it more pronounced. And it was with some surprise that Kakashi opened his eyes to take in the sight of the boy lying in his bedroll.
Apparently, he was having a dirty enough dream Kakashi could smell his arousal.
The jounin's mouth went dry for a moment when he caught sight of the unmistakable bulge in the bedroll, which couldn't possibly be anything other than an erection, and realized that there wasn't anything separating his bedroll from Sasuke's sleek, chiseled body (which, just a night ago, had been pressed shivering against his own, but that clearly wasn't something Kakashi wanted to consider at the moment). And while most would probably consider the difference to be negligible between Sasuke being naked and tucked into his bedroll or aroused and naked and tucked into his bedroll, Kakashi considered the difference to be astronomical.
How Sasuke could go from having a nightmare to having such a raunchy dream that his cock was probably now making a nice little damp spot in Kakashi's bedroll-- no. Stop. Rewind. How Sasuke could go from having a nightmare to being aroused enough by a dirty dream that Kakashi could smell his arousal over the acridity of smoke had to be a product of being a teenager. There was no other explanation the jounin could think of to rationalize a situation that very much needed rationalizing. Desperately.
For a moment, Kakashi wondered if Sasuke was doing this to him intentionally in retribution for the genjutsu, but when he reached his senses out, he discovered that the boy was sound asleep (...well, most of him).
At least one of us is having fun, Kakashi dryly thought as he forced his eyes away from the bulge and up to Sasuke's face. This, he discovered, was an even worse idea, as that impertinent mouth which belonged to his former student's was parted in the most lascivious of ways as he drew in little breaths. Unable to stop himself, Kakashi watched as those lips moved slowly in a nearly inaudible sleepy smack. Then, Sasuke made a noise that sounded so soft and whispery and sleepy all at once that Kakashi drew in a sharp breath when he felt an unmistakable twitch in his pants.
This was definitely not a good idea.
Kakashi abruptly turned his back on Sasuke to face the wall instead as he willed his mind into stillness and his thoughts into some semblance of anything that didn't involve Sasuke. Or Sasuke's body. Or how dizzying that scent of arousal was. He focused on channeling calm and thinking of blue skies and grassy fields, letting his body relax as he pictured himself lying on his back and absorbing the warmth of the sun on a hot, lazy afternoon, when the mild scent of that delicious, earthy-sweet musk suddenly crept over his shoulder and back into his senses, shooting straight down to his cock.
Well, fuck.
With a sigh of resignment, the jounin covered the lower half of his face with his hand and closed his eyes.
He always seemed to have the worst luck.
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TBC....
A/N: If you have some time, I'd really appreciate if you could please write a comment or review just to give me some feedback. I'm not writing for myself, but for an audience, after all! It'd be great to have more input. ^^ Thanks in advance!
Pairing: Kakashi/Sasuke
Rating: NC-17 (eventual)
Warning: Arousal.
A/N: Set in post-canon. Reviews highly appreciated. A huge thank you to my lovely beta editor ka0richan @ LJ. This fic so would not be what it is now without her!
Summary: Kakashi'd wondered when and if he'd ever encounter his prodigal former student again, but never expected it to be quite like this.
This Chapter: "Fear had a particular scent, or so Kakashi thought. But arousal had an even more distinct one."
NOTE: This chapter has color and other formatting that is not properly displayed on AdultFanFiction.net. If you would like to read it as it is properly formatted, please visit http://sub-textual.livejournal.com/11785.html.
Yes. It does make a HUGE difference.
-----------------------------------------------------
The Second Night: Stasis
Snow fell like thunder -- heavy and loud in earth-shuddering descent.
Sasuke remembered when snow used to fall light and gentle, like confectionary sugar from the sky. He'd open his mouth wide to capture it before it melted. Snow was always so fleeting in Konoha; it never had any permanence when the ground and the people were so warm. Sometimes if he was lucky, he would manage to capture an errant flake or two and think to himself, this is what the sky tastes like.
But here, the snow smelled and tasted like blood. And when he raised his eyes and watched it fall, he saw the world painted in shades of red and black. The sky split wide above him as the earth cracked below his feet, and Sasuke fell.
And he couldn't stop himself; couldn't take it back; couldn't erase the mess he made of blood spilling across the page and filling his eyes as it unfolded before him in a sickening rewind through a record too scratched for the needle to hold steady in its groove. The sky was tearing apart and Sasuke's fingers couldn't reach far enough to find traction against the unforgiving earth, coming up too short or too late in his efforts to stop the fall. But then there he was, face turned skywards as he watched Sasuke fall, eyes crinkled in a smile too soft when the snow fell too hard -- splattering against his mask in vivid drops and bleeding black into red.
Sasuke stretched out his arm when Kakashi held out his hand for him to take, and then it happened all over again -- he couldn't stop himself; couldn't take it back; couldn't silence the deafening roar of too much power contained in his hand; the crunch of bone as it shattered, flesh tearing apart as his fist shot right through and a pair of mismatched eyes met his own, silent and shocked--
Sasuke jerked back with a gasp caught in his throat, wide eyes taking in the flicker of warm orange against rocky walls as he attempted to calm the roar of a heart knocking too hard within a chest that felt too tight. He forced down the shudder creeping up his spine and slowly, carefully directed his eyes across the dying fire. Kakashi slept undisturbed with his fingers curled near his cheek, using his pack for a pillow and his vest for a poor excuse of a blanket.
For a little while, Sasuke watched as the jounin's chest rose and fell, a strange calm settling across him as he studied the other man's face, noticing for the first time, the way Kakashi's hair slipped carelessly across his forehead and eyes while he slept, thinking just how different he looked at that very moment. How gentle. And as he watched him, the tension tight in his chest slowly eased itself out as his breath fell steady. He fell asleep with warmth wrapped around him in the memory shape of strong arms and bare skin pressed against his own.
This again.
Fear had a particular scent, or so Kakashi thought. It was nearly imperceptible -- a scent that wasn't quite a scent, but one that was charged. He always knew what it was when he breathed it in, because it put him on alert. So when Sasuke woke, Kakashi had already been awake -- it had been the shift in the air that had interrupted his sleep and alerted him of fear emanating from the sleeping boy across the fire. No sooner did he glance over to him did the other wake with a gasp, and at that very moment of awakening, his fear felt almost palpable.
The gasp sounded vulnerable, and it was the vulnerability that he closed his eyes on. Sasuke wouldn't have wanted him to witness that moment of weakness, that floundering of strength -- but there were so many cracks in the too-large armor he wore that Kakashi noticed, yet that was a fact the jounin kept to himself. So he closed his eyes and gave the boy some reassurance when dark eyes slowly turned to study him.
He wondered what it was Sasuke saw in his dreams, and found himself intrigued by the sense of relief he could feel coming from the bedroll as the boy's eyes remained on his face. It took a considerable amount of effort to keep his features lax when it occurred to him that Sasuke most likely just had a bad dream; quite possibly a reliving of the genjutsu.
Oops.
He supposed he should've felt some remorse about overdoing it and giving Sasuke even more mental scarring that he really didn't need. But the way he felt Sasuke's eyes drinking in the sight of him sleeping, and those warm waves of genuine relief that were so strong even he could sense them, reminded him of how right he had been.
There were some people in the village who considered Sasuke a traitor; who labeled him no different than Itachi, relegating him to the same category of Orochimaru: evil, corrupt, and without any hope for change. They were always careful to speak softly, lest they incur the wrath of the soon-to-be sixth Hokage or the Fifth's apprentice, both of whom still insisted on bringing Sasuke home. It was a lifetime promise, Naruto declared. Sasuke was still his brother, however prodigal.
But Kakashi could only look back and recount his failure in misunderstanding the lines that shaped Sasuke's loyalties. It hadn't been to Konoha, but to Uchiha, that Sasuke had staked his entire life upon; and blood was thicker and stronger than the bonds that held Sasuke to the village.
A boy who loved his family enough to dedicate every waking moment of his life to avenging them; a boy who cared deeply enough about those close to him, however irritating they might've been, that he protected them with his body from a rain of senbon; a boy who told others to run from a monster too strong for him to fight when his body was so battered he could barely stand was not a boy Kakashi could ever consider evil or beyond saving.
So when Sasuke's eyes widened in shock even before Chidori punched through his chest, Kakashi knew that the boy he'd always believed in, the boy who was once so much like him, had grown up to be part of the boy he brought down, trembling, to his knees. And when that boy choked out a why shaped with so much emotion, Kakashi decided that for the duration of his mission, he would keep Sasuke by his side and help him realize just where he really belonged.
Even if it meant he had to break him.
Fear had a particular scent, or so Kakashi thought. But arousal had an even more distinct one. Where fear was only a prickling of the nostrils and a sharpening of the senses, arousal was unmistakable -- warm and heady, musky like earth. So when Kakashi caught that scent mingling with the smoke from the fire, he grabbed onto it and focused, thinking that it had to be some kind of mistake -- but doing so only sharpened the scent, making it more pronounced. And it was with some surprise that Kakashi opened his eyes to take in the sight of the boy lying in his bedroll.
Apparently, he was having a dirty enough dream Kakashi could smell his arousal.
The jounin's mouth went dry for a moment when he caught sight of the unmistakable bulge in the bedroll, which couldn't possibly be anything other than an erection, and realized that there wasn't anything separating his bedroll from Sasuke's sleek, chiseled body (which, just a night ago, had been pressed shivering against his own, but that clearly wasn't something Kakashi wanted to consider at the moment). And while most would probably consider the difference to be negligible between Sasuke being naked and tucked into his bedroll or aroused and naked and tucked into his bedroll, Kakashi considered the difference to be astronomical.
How Sasuke could go from having a nightmare to having such a raunchy dream that his cock was probably now making a nice little damp spot in Kakashi's bedroll-- no. Stop. Rewind. How Sasuke could go from having a nightmare to being aroused enough by a dirty dream that Kakashi could smell his arousal over the acridity of smoke had to be a product of being a teenager. There was no other explanation the jounin could think of to rationalize a situation that very much needed rationalizing. Desperately.
For a moment, Kakashi wondered if Sasuke was doing this to him intentionally in retribution for the genjutsu, but when he reached his senses out, he discovered that the boy was sound asleep (...well, most of him).
At least one of us is having fun, Kakashi dryly thought as he forced his eyes away from the bulge and up to Sasuke's face. This, he discovered, was an even worse idea, as that impertinent mouth which belonged to his former student's was parted in the most lascivious of ways as he drew in little breaths. Unable to stop himself, Kakashi watched as those lips moved slowly in a nearly inaudible sleepy smack. Then, Sasuke made a noise that sounded so soft and whispery and sleepy all at once that Kakashi drew in a sharp breath when he felt an unmistakable twitch in his pants.
This was definitely not a good idea.
Kakashi abruptly turned his back on Sasuke to face the wall instead as he willed his mind into stillness and his thoughts into some semblance of anything that didn't involve Sasuke. Or Sasuke's body. Or how dizzying that scent of arousal was. He focused on channeling calm and thinking of blue skies and grassy fields, letting his body relax as he pictured himself lying on his back and absorbing the warmth of the sun on a hot, lazy afternoon, when the mild scent of that delicious, earthy-sweet musk suddenly crept over his shoulder and back into his senses, shooting straight down to his cock.
Well, fuck.
With a sigh of resignment, the jounin covered the lower half of his face with his hand and closed his eyes.
He always seemed to have the worst luck.
----------
TBC....
A/N: If you have some time, I'd really appreciate if you could please write a comment or review just to give me some feedback. I'm not writing for myself, but for an audience, after all! It'd be great to have more input. ^^ Thanks in advance!