Kakashi and his Raven

I know we’ve never seen what Itachi’s summon animal is, or if he even has one, but I figure it’s either ravens, weasels, or cats (the grandma cat Sasuke visited). I chose ravens.
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Kakashi tangled his fingers in the long black hair and tried to reciprocate the love and intimacy of Itachi’s kiss, but he was as lost as he was in Itachi’s eyes, coal black or Sharingan red. Itachi pulled Kakashi up out of his chair and pressed him into the wall, his mouth never leaving Kakashi’s. Kakashi was afraid to touch him knowing several of his wounds were not healed, but he remembered that smooth skin over tight muscle and wanted to feel that again. Kakashi slowly tugged the black shirt up and caressed the perfect skin of Itachi’s side and back. His fingers traveled up his back and found the raw wound where Kisame first hit Itachi when he let down his guard yesterday. It’s only been half a day? Itachi flinched and Kakashi brought his hand back down to his unmarred lower back.

Itachi couldn’t maintain his intensity. Kakashi felt Itachi’s body sag into him and his lips drifted from Kakashi’s, losing consciousness. Kakashi held him up, happy just to hold him. He laid him on the bed and lay next to him.

Itachi woke up from being laid out and resumed kissing Kakashi.

“I think you’ve lost too much blood for that.”

“I must be pretty bad off to be too injured to kiss.”

“You know what I mean, love.”

“Yes, I do.” He pulled Kakashi closer and wrapped his arm around himself. His skin was cold. Kakashi held him to keep him warm. As much as he hated seeing Itachi injured, he didn’t want this to end.

Kakashi woke up a few hours later with his arm still around Itachi and his head on a silky nest of blood-caked hair. He was so content, he never wanted to move any further from Itachi than this. He wondered how he’d slept the last ten years without him. He stayed still, smelling the scent of Itachi’s hair and skin.

As Kakashi caressed the ANBU tattoo on Itachi’s upper arm, Itachi doubled over in pain. He wasn’t known for showing pain—not really known for being injured either—but he was showing it now.

“Itachi?”

“Samehada.”

Itachi pulled his shirt up to reveal that the cut on his abdomen was really a deep gash that was seeping blood. There was bruising over much of his stomach. Internal bleeding.

“I’ve got to bring Sakura here.” Itachi nodded.

Kakashi stood and prepared to leave. Harboring Itachi was so dangerous Kakashi would not even trust Pakkun to summon Sakura. “Can you summon a raven for me to use as a massager?”

“She won’t realize?”

“She’s never been trapped in you genjutsu; she doesn’t know.”

Itachi summoned a raven which appeared on his arm. Only ravens in his genjutsu had the Sharingan eyes; this one looked like a normal, slightly oversized, raven.

“Obey Kakashi,” Itachi said. The raven flew to Kakashi’s shoulder.

“I’ll have her come to another part of the forest and bring her here blindly.” Itachi nodded before being struck with another stab of pain.

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Sakura couldn’t help but be worried about Kakashi and his wounded friend. It was approaching evening; she loitered at her window wondering where the pair were now.

The raven found the pink haired girl he was looking for and landed on the sill next to her. It surprised her and she stared at it.

“Are you just going to stare or take the message?” he lifted his leg up to show the small scroll.

“Ah!” Why a talking bird surprised her at this point, even she didn’t understand—after a talking slug, nothing was beyond the limits of summon animals.

She untied the scroll from the raven’s leg. She grabbed her already packed bag and followed the raven over the village walls.

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Kakashi told her briefly how her patient was and led her, blindfolded with her own headband, to the tunnel.

Once inside the tunnel, “What is this place?”

“It’s a bunker of one of the Konoha families. It’s not been used in a very long time. I think the family will forgive me.”

Itachi was rocking back and forth with the pain when they entered. The raven flew off Kakashi’s shoulder and perched on the back of a chair.

Sakura got to work immediately, as blind as before. She probed and repaired as much as she could. But then she found something she wasn’t looking for.

“You’re very ill.”

“Ill?” Kakashi asked.

Itachi just nodded slightly.

“There’s little I can do for you for it.”

“You mean?”

“It’s fatal. I’m surprised you’re still alive.” The raven cawed, but did not speak. Itachi actually smiled.

Sakura continued to probe. Itachi could not suppress a protracted moan as she sent her chakra into his abdomen, irritating the tender area that had doubled him over. The sound of his voice pricked up Sakura’s spine. The feel of his chakra and now that voice were tugging at her memory. Kakashi’s concern, the fact he would not bring this man into the village or even let Sakura see him or him speak . . . she would recognize him . . .

“Sasuke?”

“No,” Itachi said.

She did know that voice. Itachi! Sakura ripped off her headband.

“How? Why?”

“Calm down, Sakura. I’m sorry, but I knew how’d you react.”

“He’s a missing-nin. He killed his family. How can you help him?”

Itachi sat up with obvious pain. “Would it make you feel better of I said he was under my genjutsu?”

“Itachi!” Kakashi scolded. Turning to Sakura, “Sasuke’s a missing-nin as well. What would you have done in my position had been Sasuke?”

“But I—“

“Itachi and I were close friends.”

“But he tried to kill you.”

“I didn’t,” Itachi said. Whether he meant he failed or didn’t really attempt it, neither of them could be sure.

“Few he tried to kill survive.”

“But he’s after Naruto. And Sasuke.”

“I’m not after Naruto anymore. I’m no longer in Akatsuki.”

“But—“

“Sakura, you don’t have to help anymore. Just don’t tell anyone.”

“If you can’t overlook my presence, just leave Kakashi out of it. I will leave the area once I’m strong enough.”

“No, you’re not,” Kakashi said. “I’m not letting you leave.” Now Itachi’s eyes took on a dangerous gleam, but he didn’t activate his Sharingan; weak as he may be, he would force it if threatened enough. “I didn’t mean it that way. But I can’t let you just leave with…” he didn’t want to mention Itachi’s impending blindness.

“You swear you are no longer hunting Naruto?” Sakura asked. Itachi nodded slowly. “What about Sasuke?”

“I’ve never sought my brother’s death.”

“But you killed—”

“Yes, I did.”

“Sakura—” Kakashi began to argue.

“I’ll help you. Medical shinobi are trained to heal the enemy as well.”

Itachi eyed her with those still hostile eyes, but he relaxed. He forgot to look meaning and distrustful when the pain hit him again.

She thought it would be hard to care for a man she had grown to despise, but he looked a lot like Sasuke. She noticed Kakashi watching Itachi’s face intently out of the corner of her eye. She shifted her eyes to see him better. She may be young, but she knew love when she saw it. And it wasn’t frantic visual obsession she, Ino, and the other girls at the academy had for Sasuke, there was longing and concern there. She looked away. What if it were Sasuke? She never really thought she had much in common with Kakashi, but it ended up she did: they were both in love with one of the only Uchihas left.

Being able to see and filled with a new determination, Sakura did more than her original emergency treatment.

The pain was replaced with a dull ache. Itachi did not speak, but his eyes conveyed his gratitude.

“You should be fine now. It will take a month, maybe two, to heal completely. No fighting in the meantime or you will likely die.”

“Thank you, Sakura,” Kakashi said. “The illness . . . how long?”

“It should have already killed him. At the rate it’s going now…six months? It’s hard to say. Whatever he’s done to suppress it has stopped it from being contagious. But it’s still lethal.”

“Nothing more can be done?”

“I don’t think even Lady Tsunade could help him.”

“It’s alright, Kakashi, I knew.”

“Sakura, I know it’s asking a lot, and after deceiving you I have no right to ask you anything, but don’t turn him in. Let him die on his own terms.”

Itachi did not plead his own case.

Sakura nodded. “I won’t tell anybody. Except Sasuke. You can’t expect me not to tell Sasuke if I see him.”

Itachi nodded. “But don’t mention Kakashi. And Naruto is safe from me. I will even give Kakashi information on the rest of Akatsuki. Pein will probably be the one to come for Naruto now that I’m gone.”

“How do I know I can trust you?”

“I have enough chakra to use my Sharingan, but I haven’t.”

“How can I be sure?”

“If I had, you wouldn’t remember you saw me.”

“I have no chose, do I? You could still kill me.”

“Out of respect for Kakashi, I wouldn’t, unless you attack me.”

“Fair enough. You’re already under a death sentence. But if I feel you’ve betrayed us, I will turn you in. Just you.”

Kakashi bowed his head.

“Itachi,” the raven said, “I will also hold you to that promise. I can also give my observations to Kakashi-kun.”

Itachi nodded.

“Come on Sakura, I’ll escort you half way.”

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“You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

Sakura and Kakashi were in the forest walking at right angles to the direction of the village.

“Yes. We were involved before he killed his family. He asked me to take Sasuke on as a student.”

“That’s why you gave us a second chance to pass that test, isn’t it? Do you know why he did it?”

“No. The young man I knew couldn’t have done it. But he did.”

“Sasuke tried to kill Naruto. He doesn’t care about us anymore; he would have killed all of us at Orochimaru's hideout. But I still love him. It’s not the same, but … I understand.”

“I am really sorry for deceiving you. I can never thank you enough for all you’ve done.”

“It’s my duty as a medical shinobi. And I owe you a lot Kakashi-sensei. He is giving us information on Akatsuki after all.”

“You are a great medical-nin, Sakura. I’m proud of you.” They reached the place they had set out from. “The village is straight that way. Be careful.”

“Take care.”

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The raven was berating Itachi when Kakashi returned; he could hear him from the tunnel. It seemed he’d been at it since they left.

“How dare you send me out for those ingredients and not tell me how bad it was!” the raven was hunched forward with his wings bent and perpendicular to his body as if he were preparing to swoop.

It amazed Kakashi that Itachi lay there stoically and took it; the raven’s voice could get on your nerves. But then again, the time Itachi came to the village three years ago with Kisame was probably the most Itachi ever spoke to Kisame. He never spoke unless he had to. But even someone like Itachi had to talk to someone. Kakashi would summon Pakkun to talk sometimes; Itachi probably went off on his own sometimes and summoned his raven.

The raven cawed and sat up when Kakashi entered. He flew to Itachi’s arm. “I’ll go now.” He turned to Kakashi. “Kakashi-kun, take care of him.” The raven disappeared.

“I have my orders,” Kakashi quipped.

“He is very imperious,” Itachi agreed.

“We should clean you up.”

The bunker had running water, but no running hot water. Kakashi first made Itachi something to eat then started boiling water for a bath. By the time he heated enough water, the water was hot, but no longer boiling hot. He helped Itachi strip and ease him into the bath. His blood starved body leeched heat from the water. The tub was long enough for Itachi to lay back with his knees bent. Kakashi washed Itachi’s long hair turning the clear water ruddy. Rinsing his hair and body with a pot of hot water, Kakashi helped him dry, wrapped him in a clean blanket, then properly dressed Itachi’s wounds.

“Sleep, love. You’ve lost too much blood.”

Itachi obeyed.

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Itachi woke up alone and sat up. Even with his life in danger, he hadn’t really known fear in a very long time. He might be arrogant, but it was with good reason: even the other members of Akatsuki—who were among the most powerful in the ninja world—feared him. But he was terrified Kakashi had left him. Waking up alone was something he was used to; he and Kisame roomed separately when they slept indoors and outdoors they kept some distance. Though he normally kept his Sharingan activated, now it was prudent not to activate it at all. But he did out of fear. Kakashi was down the hall. Doing laundry by the looks of it. Itachi’s heartbeat returned to normal.

Itachi’s eyes faded to black. He couldn’t leave again. Panicking over being left alone was out of character. At least the character everyone believed he had. At four he’d seen some of the horrors of war, but even after that, thunder storms still drove him to his mother. Then he feared for his little brother. Even three years ago when Sasuke ran away from Konoha to Orochimaru Itachi did feel a thrill of fear despite the confidence he had in his little brother’s abilities. But since leaving Konoha, he feared little. Now he was afraid of being abandoned by Kakashi. Even wounded and hiding in a bunker, he felt like he was home.

Still nude, Itachi wrapped himself in the blanket, blood loss still leaving him cold. The dull ache he fell asleep with was all but gone and he felt almost healthy. Kakashi had left the basket of soldier pills next to the bed. Itachi ate one. As stoic as he was, even he winced at the horrid taste, but he ate it.

Kakashi came in, sans mask, as he choked down the last bite.

“Foul, aren’t they?”

“It probably wouldn’t be that bad if it I couldn’t identify every ingredient in it. Knowing what’s in it makes it worse. You should be very proud of her. She rivals Tsunade. She just needs to learn how to cook.”

Kakashi laughed. “Kunoichi aren’t known for their domestic skills.”

“She’s in love with my brother, isn’t she?”

Kakashi nodded. “I think it’s still a bit schoolgirl. Sasuke’s not interested though.”

Itachi said nothing.

“I take it by your praise that you’re feeling better?”

“Still weak and cold, but I’m not in much pain. He must have been waiting days, weeks, for me to drop my guard. I tried to hide my fading vision, but we were all looking for weakness in each other.”

“He won’t find you here. He’d never imagine you fool enough to hide in Konoha.”

“He’d never imagine someone being fool enough to hide me in Konoha.”

“If you’re feeling better, I guess you want to leave.”

“I thought you weren’t going to let me go.”

“Like I could stop you. You Uchiha are obstinate; you’ll do just what you want to do.”

“You’re right.”

Displaying that same speed that made them both legendarily lethal, Itachi was kissing Kakashi before his eyes could register that Itachi had moved at all.

Itachi pulled his mouth away. “And I’m not leaving. I don’t really have anywhere else to go.”

“Is that the only reason?”

It was a sinister smile, but it was a smile. Itachi pulled Kakashi back to the bed and down on top of him. Kakashi was cautious not to put any weight on Itachi at all. It seemed odd to think of Itachi as delicate, though some saw those fine features and pegged him as effeminate and weak, but anyone who saw him fight or knew his reputation would not let themselves be deceived by his beauty. And then there were those eyes that seemed to burn with carefully moderated ferocity; no one who saw those eyes would cross him. But Kakashi had seen Itachi as his most vulnerable.

“Are you sure you’re well enough?”

“I’m fine.”

He seemed to be: for the first time he was laying on his back without hesitation. Nude but for the bandages, there was nothing stopping Kakashi from appreciating the beauty beneath him. Without further ado, Kakashi shucked his shirt and dove for Itachi’s bared throat.

He teased the skin over Itachi’s jugular, feeling his heartbeat increase through his lips as he pushed the hem of his pants down, his growing erection meeting Itachi’s. He nipped his way down quickly to Itachi’s areole using the tip of his tongue to the tease Itachi while the fingers of his right hand caressed his side. Not having been touched like this in years made him very responsive.

Kakashi’s teeth grazed the erect nub causing Itachi’s hips to buck. Kakashi took his time, keeping Itachi at the same mind emptying level of passion as he switched nipples and moved his hand lower to caress his thigh.

“Senpai,” Itachi begged. Kakashi had to admit, he loved having the original Uchiha Ice Prince writhe and beg under his ministrations. One of Itachi’s clutching hands found its way to Kakashi’s hair. The shuriken calloused hands had lost all restraint and grabbed hard at the silver hair. Kakashi let him; a little pain was worth it.

Kakashi moved down that tensed washboard abdomen, his tongue causing the muscle and skin to ripple. Arriving at his navel, Kakashi dipped his tongue in and out, tongue fucking the shallow cavity. He left that off quickly to the tease something more sensitive.

As he pulled away, seeming to promise completion, Itachi let go of his hair and returned his hand to clutching the sheets. But having equal parts sadism and masochism does not cancel each other out. Kakashi just breathed close to Itachi’s aching erection. The gentle feel of hot breath on his cockhead made Itachi curse. Tempting even one word from the elder Uchiha was as close to a miracle a man could manage with his mouth alone.

Kakashi finally took pity on his raven-haired love and put his cheek to the side of Itachi’s weeping length. Itachi gasped at the contact. Kakashi rubbed his cheek against Itachi like a loving cat might its master’s leg. He repositioned himself and took the head into his mouth. Another curse. He sucked the head reverently, teasing the slit with the tip of his tongue. Kakashi gripped the base of Itachi’s cock to prevent Itachi from climaxing and using his thumb to caress the underside. Itachi’s hips bucked again and he was rewarded by Kakashi taking more of his length into his mouth. He’d forgotten how Kakashi could deep throat him because he was nearly senseless when he did. Kakashi’s tongue slithered back and forth on the underside of his cock as he bobbed up and down using his throat muscles to convulse around the head.

“Sempai!” With that Kakashi let go of the base and Itachi cam almost immediately. Kakashi pulled back enough so that he would not cum straight down his throat, but into his mouth where he could taste and savor it. Itachi’s body sagged.

Kakashi came back up to kiss his lover, feeding Itachi his own essence, something Kakashi had learned was a particular kink that turned Itachi on. The fact that it did, turned Kakashi on.

Though Itachi was deflated and too sensitive, Kakashi wasn’t done. Avoiding Itachi’s painfully sensitive cock, he lay between Itachi’s legs, propped his hips up with his hands and teased Itachi’s opening.

Perhaps the reason Kakashi hid his lower face was to hide the licentiousness of that mouth. If Itachi had the strength he would help raise his hips to give Kakashi better access. He took the initiative and rolled over, careful of Kakashi’s head, still between his legs, and pulled his knees under him to raise his hips to a comfortable height for Kakashi. In a much more comfortable position for both of them, Itachi hugging a pillow and Kakashi with all the access in the world. His method was a lot like kissing, using his lips to caress the surrounding flesh and lapping at his lover’s entrance. Itachi forced himself to relax and let Kakashi enter, rubbing his rough tongue over the sensitive inner muscle. The wet warmth squirmed within Itachi’s body, sending electricity up his spine.

True to the Boy Scout spirit of the Konoha ninja, Kakashi came prepared with massage oil. He leaned back and reached for his pack to fish out the vial of oil. He held it in his hand to warm it while he went back to tongue fucking Itachi. He rocked back and poured some of the oil on Itachi’s entrance. Kakashi eased a finger into that tight tunnel. He massaged the ring of muscle before adding a second finger and scissoring the ring open. Itachi was tighter than Kakashi had anticipated. Kakashi could not suppress a smile; it looked like they had both been celibate during the last decade. At least in one way.

Kakashi retracted his fingers and oiled his own length and began to ease himself into Itachi. Itachi tensed up, but forced himself to relax. Kakashi slowly sheathed himself inside Itachi’s body, warm despite being blood-starved. When their hips met, Kakashi leaned over Itachi’s prone body, careful not to place any weight on him, to suck at Itachi’s earlobe, waiting for Itachi’s body to adjust. Kakashi gathered Itachi’s hair together and caressed the long tress.

Itachi rolled his hips to let Kakashi know he was ready. Kakashi gently rocked back and forth from his position over Itachi. Itachi, impatient with Kakashi’s maddeningly slow pleasuring, started bucking his hips up to prompt Kakashi to move faster. Itachi would not beg in so many words, but it was begging none the less. Kakashi sat back to properly fuck his little raven. He found the perfect angle and assaulted Itachi’s prostate causing him to moan. Varying his speed and angle to hit the target then graze it, made Itachi begin swearing again into the pillow.

Itachi held out for as long as he could. He cam into the sheets beneath him, his body spasming around Kakashi, his muscles clinching and unclenching, bringing Kakashi to his own release and milking him. Kakashi wanted to collapse, but he was careful to fall down next to Itachi rather than on top of him.

Itachi lay still, save for his deep breathing, for a minute before he turned his head to look at Kakashi. Those eyes were the eyes of the Itachi Kakashi had fallen in love with, relaxed with only the shadow of the burdens he was always carrying. But they were sleepy, half lidded and sated.

“I didn’t think you’d been celibate all these years,” Kakashi commented with a smile.

“When it came to men, yes. Although it wasn’t like no one was interested. Deidara, Kakuzu, and Hidan all but asked, but they all intended to kill me afterward, especially Deidara. Kisame would have also killed me, but he’d rip me apart first, and I don’t mean with those teeth of his. And as much of a temptation Orochimaru’s tongue may be, I knew what he really wanted. But the real reason . . .”

“The same as mine?”

“Probably.” Itachi finally gave Kakashi a heartfelt smile.

“I love you. My dear raven.”

“I’m sorry.”

That surprised Kakashi.

“I worked so hard to make Sasuke hate me, but I didn’t do the same for you. It would have been easier for you.”

“You think that made it easy for Sasuke? All it did was drive him and keep him from following you out of love rather than for revenge. It didn’t make it easier for him emotionally. I think it hurt him more.”

Itachi’s smile was gone. “I—” He stopped himself. “It doesn’t matter. I think I didn’t want you to hate me because at least there was one person who might still love me. I couldn’t stand to think you’d hate me. Because I love you. But three years ago I could see how much pain you were in seeing me again. That’s why I used the Tsukuyomi, I wanted you to hate me. I’m sorry.”

Kakashi kissed him briefly. “I love you too much to hold anything against you.”

Itachi snuggled against him. “I love you.”

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