Kakashi and his Raven part 2

Disembodiedvoiceofthedying: glad you liked it. I actually came up with that idea for another story (No Regrets) and I just kept it in this another story. Before I realized that the real reason Kakashi was always late, I thought it was a trait from Obito that had come to Kakashi through that eye.
Lemon!!!

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That night was one of the worse of Kakashi’s life. He was plagued by memories of Sasuke and his brother, even Obito. It seemed everything he’d done wrong in his life came to him. They were all dead except Sasuke and the other two: Obito, Rin, Minato, his father, his mother, Itachi, even the Third Hokage. Sasuke had run off to Orochimaru, Naruto was taken away by Jiraiya, and Sakura had become Tsunade’s apprentice. It was like losing his children; he couldn’t help but feel like a failure as a teacher and captain. He didn’t even really have any friends. He was on good terms with most of the shinobi in the village and Gai saw him as a rival, but he didn’t really have friends. Like Sasuke. Like Itachi. Except for his students, everyone he ever cared about was dead.

He should have never kissed Itachi. The boy had been so remorseful over Kakashi getting hurt and had let out his feelings by accident, he couldn’t resist him. Such a beautiful boy. And he had really loved him. They were each other’s only friends at the time, at least Kakashi was Itachi’s only friend outside of the Uchiha. But he really wished he’d never kissed Itachi. He wouldn’t be filled with so much pain now.

And Sasuke. He never realized until tonight just how much he did love him, but as a father. He wanted nothing more than to scoop the young man up and bring him home. In his confused state right now, he might have even allowed it, but he’d never stay. It would be hard for Sasuke to come home. To what? Some people whispered about how unfortunate it was that Naruto was so obsessed with bring home a traitor. He felt that was his stigma too; that traitor was his student. What did Sasuke have to come home to?

Kakashi turned over on his stomach to look at the photographs there. Minato, Obito, Rin, and himself; he, Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke; and a newer one of Itachi and himself. He’d taken it himself with a shadow clone taking the picture. Kakashi had his mask on, but his one visible eye was smiling as he pressed his face against Itachi’s. Itachi was smiling, very happy. Those few months while Itachi was hiding out in his home were the happiest either of them ever had except for maybe a few nights eight or so years ago. He knew it was dangerous to even possess this photograph, especially so to display it, but he was beyond caring. He almost wished someone would discover it, he was sick of being forced to keep it a secret. He loved Itachi. Damn the rest of the village, he loved him. This was the only picture he had of Itachi.

He finally fell asleep to dreams of Itachi.

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Itachi was inside of him, sending bolts of pleasure up his spine. His eyes nearly glowed red as he looked down into Kakashi’s eyes. He felt the calloused, yet soft, hand enclose his cock and stroke in time with his thrusts. Itachi’s breathing became more rapid, they were about to cum together . . .

The alarm sounded. Kakashi reached over and swatted at it. Even after it silenced, Kakashi picked it up and threw it into the wall where it disintegrated. Fucking alarm, Kakashi grumbled in his head. He got out of bed grudgingly to finish what his alarm interrupted in the bathroom. He swore as he dried his hair after his shower. He didn’t want to go on a mission, he didn’t want to face his team, he didn’t want to do anything. He didn’t even want to plan how to lure Danzo out of the village. He wanted to go back to sleep with his lover.

Kakashi stared at the black tress on the top of his dresser. He sighed and got dressed. No seeing Obito’s grave this morning, he was going to be late as it was.

Sakura and Naruto didn’t look much more rested than he did. Sai looked perfectly fine. The emotionless bastard. Kakashi had to envy him though; he couldn’t feel the pain the rest of them felt.

“We’re doing a little escort duty today,” Kakashi began without any enthusiasm at all.

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Sasuke didn’t sleep well either. He was trying to sort out all the memories he received from Itachi’s eyes and separate them from his own memories. But he found some memories to be valuable, the memories of Madara and other members of Akatsuki. Other memories merely distracted him, memories of their childhood, their parents, himself, and Kakashi.

His eyes were open and bloodshot when the others woke up. At least his body was rested; they had a long run back to the Akatsuki base.

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A week passed. Kakashi was worried about Sasuke, but wouldn’t let Naruto or Sakura see it. He had told no one about his last meeting with Sasuke, nor that he was going after Madara. If Itachi never attempted to kill him, Kakashi feared he was more powerful than he could imagine.

No mission today. Kakashi sat back against his headboard with the picture of Itachi in his hand. After looking at it for who knows how long, he took it out of the frame, picked up the latest volume of Icha Icha and slid the picture between the pages.

There was a tapping at the window behind him. He shut the book and turned. The ninja cat was back. Kakashi opened the window.

“Sasuke is in a piss poor mood. Madara is dead, as is Kisame. But the rest of Akatsuki got away.”

“Is he hurt?”

The cat hesitated. “Badly. He’s luckily not to be missing a limb or worse. All of them are pretty beat up. He told me that they were lucky Madara was not in his prime. And it ends up Kisame had some kind of personal relationship with Madara and fought to the death to stop them. He didn’t want me to mention how hurt he was, but I know you care about those brothers.”

“Can you take me to him?”

“Honestly, Sasuke’s very close to death. It took a lot just to keep him alive from what I gathered. The fight was three days ago and he was still barely able to move. He doesn’t want help, but, I think he needs it.”

“Let me get Sakura, she’s a skilled medical-nin and Sasuke’s former teammate.”

“Very well, but no one else. He’s going to be pissed.”

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Sakura was more than willing to come with Kakashi and the ninja cat. The cat approached their tiny hideout first to warn the occupants of the visitors. The cat returned and led them in. Sakura got right to work on Sasuke who was the most severally wounded.

Kakashi looked at the other three. Even after a few days, they all looked exhausted and even a little traumatized; a battle between two Mangekyô wielding Uchiha must have been terrifying. Then he noticed Juugo looked much smaller and . . . younger.

Kakashi approached the mist-nin swordsman who was looking more at his injured leader than his new acquisition. “What happened?”

Suigetsu told as much of the story as he could, at times he could say nothing more than black flames and warps in space. There were even several minutes where the two never moved, locked in a genjutsu battle while the other three fought Kisame. Sasuke ended it with a diabolical combination of Amaterasu, the phoenix fire jutsu, Chidori, and just enough genjutsu to warp Madara’s time sense. Sasuke immediately collapsed, using the last of his chakra to put out a few stray black flames.

Juugo had to repair a section of Sasuke’s abdomen and Karin forced him to suck in some of her chakra while Suigetsu was the one to carry him away, the others severely weakened.

Hearing the story, Kakashi went to Sasuke’s side where Sakura was working furiously. There was blood on Sasuke’s pillow. Kakashi retreated from the sight, though he did not hurry, seeming to only be leaving Sakura to her work and perhaps serve as lookout for the time being in case they were followed. But the real reason he retreated was because he remembered blood on Itachi’s pillow not long before he died. Kakashi found a place alone and sat down.

It was not a week before Kakashi saw Itachi alive for the last time. Itachi was particularly wanton that night. Kakashi allowed Itachi to lay him down. Itachi’s kiss was like life itself. Once again, he tasted like blood. Itachi seemed desperate to inhale Kakashi’s lips and tongue.

“Oh, my raven,” Kakashi sighed as Itachi’s head rose and Kakashi mused his loose raven hair.

Itachi’s lips fell to his chest, sucking gasps from Kakashi’s lungs. Oiled fingers moved between Kakashi’s legs and teased his entrance. His lips traveled further south to give Kakashi’s length one long lick up the underside from root to tip. A slick finger thrust in even as Itachi sucked in his cock head. He continued to loosen his lover, finger by finger, as he pleasured his cock in every way he knew how with scraping teeth, soothing lips, convulsing throat, and caressing tongue. A few strokes to Kakashi’s prostate and he came hard into Itachi’s waiting mouth, still sucking and tonguing until Kakashi was spent. Itachi’s finger continued to message his entrance open as he kissed his inner thigh.

When Kakashi’s erection started coming back to life, Itachi coated his own, knelt between his raised knees and entered him slowly. Kakashi's tight heat seemed to suck his cock inside. Already relaxed, Kakashi needed no time to adjust and Itachi began thrusting, gently at first then lost himself to the pleasure of that heat.

“Senpai,” Itachi moaned. Kakashi feebly reached up to put a hand to that pale cheek. Itachi rubbed his face unto his hand like a cat.

Itachi’s self control was evident as he held off his own release until Kakashi cam again. Itachi cam deep inside his lover; Kakashi could almost feel it here as he sat in this cavern. Itachi held himself up after their shared orgasm. He leaned on one of the Kakashi’s upright knees. When Kakashi’s vision cleared and his eyes focused on his lover’s face, Itachi scooped up the cum from Kakashi’s sculpted waist and knowing the effect it would have, slowly licked his fingers clean, the very image of insatiable wantonness.

Fingers and abdomen clean, Itachi wove between the upraised thighs to straddle Kakashi’s stomach. Leaning back on those thighs, Itachi raised himself and prepared himself. Kakashi could see little behind Itachi’s spent manhood, but he watched that lithe body writhe on his own fingers and the rapture on his face. Kakashi raised his hands again to caress the pronounced ribs, the slim waist, and the boney plains of his hips. Kakashi did not allow himself to consider how wasted the illness left his lover.

Open and craving to be filled, Itachi lay down beside Kakashi. Kakashi turned over onto that frail body, careful not to put his weight on his, and entered him, made gentle love to him, and kissed him deeply. Blood again. Blood mixed with the flavor of his own seed.

Kakashi pulled back to increase his pace. Itachi mouthed Kakashi’s name and title, never speaking it, but breathing it.

Itachi’s body tensed and milked Kakashi’s. Itachi cried out as he cam for the second time. His cry ended with coughing. Itachi spun over onto his stomach, barely giving Kakashi enough time to pull out, and coughed and retched , spraying blood onto the white pillow case. He kept coughing. It seemed a pint, a liter, a torrent of blood that spilled from Itachi’s lips.

Kakashi held him, careful not to constrict his lover’s chest. He wept into Itachi’s shoulder. He hadn’t realized Itachi was so sick already. They could not longer lie to each other about his health.

Itachi coughed until there was no strength left in his boy. The blood he had lost left him with no strength to expel the blood that seeped from his lungs making his breath rattle. He chocked a little, but continued to breathe.

Kakashi held him, powerless to help him. There really was no hope for him, Itachi was going to die and soon. He couldn’t stop his grief, not even for Itachi’s benefit. A few more gasping coughs and Itachi lost consciousness, his face falling into the shallow pool of blood. Kakashi pulled his face from the bloody pillow and pulled his wasted, sleeping body to the cleaner bedding.

After that Kakashi deemed Itachi too weak for sex. He still held him and kissed him, tasting blood when he did. It killed Kakashi to kiss him goodbye before that mission. Itachi was not there when he returned.

Now Sasuke’s pillow was as stained as his brother’s.

“My pretty little raven,” Kakashi said to the cold cavern air, “I will not let Sasuke die.”

He went outside and used a water jutsu to clean himself up, then went back to the main chamber of the cavern.

He knelt at Sasuke’s side across from Sakura.

“Is there anything I can do?”

Her emotions were walled up behind her determination and professionalism. “He’s very cold. Can you make a larger fire?”

It was easy enough for Kakashi who had learned many of his fire jutsu from the Uchiha. Kakashi stayed at Sasuke’s side as Sakura worked. The other three often stared at them, but as Sakura’s pace grew less frantic, they began to relax and doze.

Sakura was still working on Sasuke a few hours later when Karin perked up.

“Someone’s coming.”

“Shinobi?” Suigetsu asked.

“Akatsuki.”

“Shit.”

“Sakura, stay with Sasuke,” Kakashi said. He stood and prepared for battle, raising his headband and putting on his gloves. “We’ll deal with the intruders.”

Sakura heard the battle rage outside, the cavern rocked with explosions and powerful jutsu. Dust and small rocks peppered her and her patient.

It was only Zatsu. But three of his opponents were worn out. His splitting into two was a pain in the ass.

As they fought, Kakashi and Karin felt a flaring of sinister chakra behind them. They didn’t recognize it at first, fearing another member of Akatsuki was taking their rear. They turned to see Sasuke looking haggard and barely standing. Sakura stood behind him, unable to stop him.

Kakashi grabbed Juugo’s collar and yanked him out of the way and called out to Suigetsu. Karin ran. Sasuke glared at the Venus flytrap, his body going up in black flames. Sasuke watched him mercilessly. He did not put the flames out, even once the man’s cries ceased; he would not waste the chakra. Whether he was dead or not, Sasuke finally turned away and allowed Sakura to help him back to his bedroll.

Kakashi sent his lightening hound to make sure of the man. “How many Akatsuki are left?” Kakashi asked the others.

“Two,” Karin said. “We never met them. The strongest member after Madara and one other, a woman.”

“We should get Sasuke further away from any Akatsuki bases.”

“Where?” Suigetsu asked. “Konoha?” he asked skeptically.

“Take him to one of Orochimaru’s. Akatsuki was hunting him down as much as Konoha was. Those bases must still be secret.”

“The prisoners who escaped might lead Akatsuki to those.”

“An Uchiha hideout then.”

“There are none out this far,” Karin said.

“We’ll have to try. Sasuke needs rest; he needs to not being fighting at all, even if it’s over in a single doujutsu. We’ll be harder to find if we’re moving. I don’t care if we have to build a palanquin; we have to get him, and the three of you, somewhere safe.”

The others nodded.