One Eye Between Them

Devilsxgirl; There are three characters I love to torture: Sasuke, Kakashi, and Itachi. He’s just so elegant and fragile looking . . . I got to make him the one who needs protecting.
lilbit1016: Awww, thank you!
KanameAngel, krito1389, smint45: Thank you. Sorry it wasn’t very soon.
LuxuriaVanitas: I often use that playlist to write, but it’s usually to read by. That Michael Nyman is one of my favorite pieces of all time.
Laforet: Hope you enjoy. Kakashi’s ridiculously in love.

Thanks to PhoenixInnocence for taking a quick look. ^_^

Um, so, this was supposed to be a simple ‘fall in love with a blind guy who’s lost his self-confidence because he feels like a burden’ love story. Since the last update, it’s gotten more complex and will be at least two chapters longer than I thought it would be. So even when it feels like the end is near, be assured, it’s longer.

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Kakashi had his set his phone to a vibrate alarm at 5am. He tried not to growl as he spooned Itachi and phone against his ass in his back pocket went off. He turned it off and stroked Itachi’s forehead to ease him awake.

“Hmmm?” Itachi whined.

“I’m going to sneak out before your parents realize I spent the night.”

“Hmmm.”

“I’ll call you later.” Kakashi got up and started putting on the few clothes he took off for comfort’s sake.

“Mmmm, Kakashi?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t really remember what was real and what was a dream.”

“Sasuke gave me the file. I know everything.”

“And you stayed?”

“Always.”

“Thank you. For staying.”

“I wouldn’t leave for anything like that. I want to protect you more.”

Itachi was silent a few seconds. “That file . . . didn’t have everything.”

Kakashi’s face dropped. What the fuck could not be in that file? He was raped, beaten, gang-raped, had his eyes gouged out . . . raped. “Nothing could throw me off. If you want to talk, call me any time.” He crawled back on the bed and kissed Itachi’s lips. “I mean it. I can take calls at work and I’m on vibrate in class. If I don’t answer otherwise, I’m on the road. I’m here for you if want to talk or whatever. Even if you just want company. Got it? Call me, please.”

“Got it.”

“Go back to sleep.” Kakashi kissed him briefly again. “I’ll make my escape before your parents find me. Oh, what about the gate? I’m parked on the street.”

“Security will let you out.”

“Goodnight.”

“Thank you, Kakashi.”

Kakashi slipped out the door and tried not to look like a criminal as he crept down the stairs and out the front door. He couldn’t help looking back at the house and saw all the lights still off except the ones they kept on all the time in the hall.

So he got away.

He knew who Fugaku Uchiha really was after all: the most fearsome business man in the world. Fucking his oldest son—or seeming to—was a death sentence, especially after what happened in Africa. He thanked all the gods that they had a paved driveway and not a gravel one.

He made it to the gate which buzzed and opened suddenly. Security. Kakashi smiled. Hopefully, they loved and pitied Itachi enough to protect his boyfriend. He waved to whatever camera had picked him up and walked to his car. There was a note on the windshield.

Thank you.
- Uchiha Fugaku

Kakashi’s stomach dropped. He checked the tires. Intact. All the windows intact. He sighed in relief. Uchiha-chichi approved.

Kakashi sat in the car for a minute. What in the hell else happened to Itachi? Then again, how could Itachi be repeatedly raped and blinded and still stand to have Kakashi touch him? Itachi was hiding something when he gave those interviews. Was he not raped after all? But then why say he was? And the medical exam proved he was repeatedly and sometimes violently raped.

But Kakashi smiled a little. Whatever Itachi hid from the investigators and—most likely—his family, he at least hinted at to him. Itachi would tell him in time or he wouldn’t have hinted at the information at all.

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Itachi insisted paying for dinner that night and then they just walked through downtown Konoha, somewhere Itachi was familiar with and remembered. They didn’t mention last night/the morning at all.

Part of Kakashi wanted to sleep with Itachi again, but another was afraid to after what he read. He still held him close as they walked and petted him, but he was a little fearful of having sex with him again. Then again, he didn’t want Itachi to think that he was disgusted or put off by what he read. He decided to be honest with Itachi about that.

Itachi asked to sit down before they went back to the car. Kakashi led him to a bench and Itachi snuggled up next to him. Summer was swiftly approaching, but the nights were cold.

“Where are we exactly, what’s around us?”

“The Yakama Flower shop is right behind us and the Ichiraku Ramen place is opposite us.”

“Ichiraku Ramen. I like their food, but my ex loved the place. He’d eat nothing but ramen if it was possible. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s there right now. You see a blond?”

“No.”

“Good. I don’t want to encounter him now.”

“I do. I want to rub his nose in how worthless he is.”

Itachi hummed with amusement.

“Um, Itachi, I love you and desire you, but it’s a little awkward knowing what happened . . . I do want to sleep with you, but I don’t want . . . you know. I could sleep with you every night, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or bring up bad memories so I feel . . . I’d rather you tell me when you want to have sex and believe me I’m all for it whenever you want to. But I don’t consider you damaged or anything like that, I just . . . If you’re okay with it, I’d ask you for sex nearly every night, I just want to be considerate to you.”

Itachi smiled. “Well, that was difficult to say. I understand. It was traumatic, but I wasn’t a virgin, that helped. Three of them weren’t as . . . brutal as the others, so that helped too. As for the ones who were brutal, you’d have to try very hard to remind me of them. Hidan was a true sadist.” Kakashi remembered that it was Hidan who had gouged out his eyes. “Kisame was just so large. He wasn’t brutal, just too big. I didn’t think my body would ever go back to normal. I don’t really feel ashamed about it—the psychologist told me I shouldn’t anyway—but I did climax several times. Sasori, for one, loved to make me cum; he had some odd kinks; his pleasure was almost all vicarious. He was a strange one. He never . . . you know. He just used his fingers. He was quiet and very strange. Things weren’t hellish every day.”

“That makes sense. So . . .”

“I’m up for it anytime. Just don’t belittle me or talk too graphically; some of them would.”

“How about tonight? Go back to my place?”

“Yes.”

Itachi called his brother while Kakashi drove them towards his apartment and the little brat didn’t make a big deal of it this time; Kakashi accepting Itachi despite what he went through had warmed Sasuke up to him significantly.

Itachi huffed when he got off the phone. “Seems my parents have the house to themselves tonight; Sasuke’s going to stay as late as possible at Hinata’s before Neji throws him out. You didn’t meet either of them did you?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“They were with Sasuke and I at the club when we met. Sasuke wants to marry Hinata, but he’s too nervous to ask. He’s had that ring for a month. Mother stopped him from planning the wedding because that’s apparently the bride’s favorite thing.”

“From the sounds of it, I’d say Neji is like Sasuke is to me?”

Itachi laughed. “I hadn’t realized it, but yeah, sort of. Neji always chaperones Hinata. I’m sure Sasuke would have had sex with her at least once by now if not for him. Their family is strictly after marriage.”

“Maybe that’s what wrong with him, he needs to get laid.”

“He’s no different. He went through a rebellious stage—which nearly killed me. I think he slept with a quarter of the women in Konoha. He was feeling pressured to live up to my example and the stress got to him. He still graduated second in his class. That’s no reflection on him, he was up against an absolute genius. We Uchiha are called geniuses, but that guy . . . You might now his father, General Shikaku Nara.”

Kakashi scoffed. “Of course; met him once. I didn’t realize he had a son.”

“Shikamaru is the only person who could rival Sasuke academically. Perfect grades. Sasuke fouled up a chemistry formula and I didn’t hear the end of it until he started college.

“Sasuke was in the same class as Hinata, but didn’t take any notice of her; she was shy and quiet. She was in love with his best friend, but he never paid her any mind either. Then when they were in college, he partnered up with her for an assignment and told her his friend was dating someone else and it was pretty serious. Sasuke really took a liking to her after talking with her. They were friends for a while—that’s what made him calm down from his sex addict stage—then he asked her to go out with him. I hope they get married soon and have a ton of kids. We’ll have to have dinner together sometime; either the two couples or with our parents too. Well, two couples and Neji.”

“Sure. I think I might like Neji—just to annoy Sasuke.”

Finally, they arrived and Kakashi guided him up to his apartment. One thing about having a blind boyfriend, he didn’t have to worry about the place being messy since Itachi couldn’t see it. As long as the walkways were clear. His motorcycle gear was tossed on a chair, his clothes from work were strewn on the bedroom floor, and he’d been cleaning his gun this afternoon and left half the supplies on the table; all he had to do was kick his clothes to the wall and Itachi would never know the difference. It felt a little deceitful, but what was he supposed to do, tell Itachi that the place was a mess? Why?

Before Kakashi could play the good host and ask if Itachi wanted anything, Itachi pulled him closer. He couldn’t see to kiss him so Kakashi was the one to initiate it.

After making out for a minute or so, Kakashi started moving his hands under Itachi’s clothing. Itachi didn’t balk at all. Kakashi’s warm, slightly calloused hands were so reassuring rubbing his waist and around to his back. His hands dipped lower over Itachi’s ass to push Itachi’s pants and boxers down so that they barely clung to the swell of his ass and his growing erection. Itachi’s skin was so smooth, Kakashi felt a little guilty for touching him with rough hands.

Kakashi’s hands traveled upward. His progress was arrested by a scar. It was large and even smoother than the rest of his skin. Itachi shrank away from the touch deeper into Kakashi’s arms.

“Sorry,” Kakashi whispered and moved his hands back down. “Does it hurt?”

Itachi shook his head. “Scar from a piece of metal welded to the floor,” Itachi explained. He didn’t need to say more; from the size it was probably from more than falling on it.

“Anything else I should know; I don’t want to screw up with you. I want you to feel safe.”

“I do feel safe with you. Just keep the dirty talk to a minimum for now and don’t ‘strongly encourage’ me to do anything.”

Kakashi stripped the rest of Itachi’s clothes and then discarded his own. He kissed Itachi again, pulling at Itachi’s erection. Itachi slid a hand down Kakashi’s toned body to his hard cock. They were content to slowly jack each other until the sweat from their palms and the just not quite enough precum started to chafe.

Kakashi guided Itachi to the bedroom. He laid Itachi down and took him into his mouth. He played his tongue over the head while he fisted the base with one hand and rubbed his balls with the other.

Itachi moaned. “Fuck, Kakashi, that feels so fucking good. I wish I could see my cock sliding in and out of your lips.”

Kakashi chuckled, sending vibrations through the organ in his mouth. I thought we didn’t like dirty talk.

When his jaw started getting sore, Kakashi took his mouth away, but continued to jerk Itachi’s wet cock. He moved up to lick at Itachi’s skin. He didn’t see Itachi wince at remembering that being done to him before and the tensing of muscles was normal in his experience. The last time wasn’t so bad for Itachi because they just fucked and Kakashi talked more.

“Say something, please.” Itachi’s voice sounded lust filled; Kakashi didn’t detect the fear.

“I love you. Your skin tastes wonderful.”

That calmed him. If he could see, he’d be assured by the room and seeing Kakashi that he wasn’t back in Africa, but all he had was Kakashi’s voice and the comfortable bed beneath him, not hard concrete and a shard of metal sticking into his back. He did have another sense available to him.

“Would you find it too perverted to give me one of your shirts with your scent on it?”

“Not at all.” Kakashi gave a parting lap to his nipple. He grabbed the shirt he’d just been wearing. Still warm. He laid it on Itachi’s arm. Itachi clutched it and put it against his face.

When Kakashi didn’t return to his previous occupation, Itachi asked, “Getting off on just looking at me sniffing your shirt?”

“A little actually.” Kakashi got back on the bed and continued, teasing the younger male’s nipples and pulling on his cock.

The newer familiar scent calmed him even more. He felt safe again. As long as he could smell Kakashi he felt safe. He hoped that would always hold true. He did like it too. Not oniony or foul. Kakashi smelled like . . . he couldn’t describe it, but it was mixed with the faint scent of Irish Spring and just a touch of cologne. He did love it.

Itachi getting closer to the edge, Kakashi removed his hand and lapped at Itachi’s exposed neck.

“Ready, love?”

Itachi turned his head away from the shirt. “I’ve been ready. You just like to tease.”

“True.”

Kakashi reached for the lube on his nightstand and began to prep the Uchiha. He suppressed a growl as he pressed his face into Itachi’s neck. He was careful not to scare his traumatized young lover. His body was so warm and smooth, so perfect. He tried to think about Iruka and compare them, but he couldn’t. There was no comparison. Iruka was almost erased from his mind.

“Itachi,” Kakashi sighed.

“You’re enjoying this far too much when you haven’t even started yet.”

“You have no idea how good you feel.” It slipped his mind to be careful about what he said, that that might be something one of the rapists said. Fortunately, it wasn’t, but Itachi could imagine one of them saying it; two had said something similar.

“How long are you going to finger me? I’d rather feel something more substantial.”

“I’ll ravish you as long as you want.”

“Fuck me unconscious.”

Kakashi could not repress a growl this time. “I love you.”

With all the fingering, Kakashi slipped into Itachi’s body easily, his silken insides slipping over his throbbing cock. Once he was all in, he pressed his lower body against Itachi’s, feeling his balls and cock against his stomach. He moved Itachi’s legs so they were pressed against his sides. He caressed Itachi’s hip and up his thigh, teasing the side of his knee.

“You’re so beautiful, Itachi; I just want to stare.”

“Want me to do the work then?”

“Hmmm, I’d love for you to ride me, but right now, I want to make love to you.”

“Then do it already.”

“You are impatient.”

“’There was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.’”

“Fuck. You can quote Shakespeare during sex?”

“Get used to it.”

“I love it.”

“I can’t believe you recognized it.”

“I’m studying lit.”

“’Sex is but a momentary itch,’ now scratch it or I will kick you in the chest.” He hit his knee against Kakashi’s ribs to enforce the point.

Kakashi laughed. He started to move and Itachi started making delicious sounds he didn’t last time. Itachi was more relaxed and he grunted every so often when Kakashi hit his prostate. Kakashi shifted all his weight on his legs and put his hands on Itachi’s ribs. Warm and alive; just that made him happy. He could feel every breath and even his heartbeat. He pulled his hands down the sides of his lithe body to hold onto his trim waste. His eyes devoured the body before him as he thrust leisurely in and out of it.

“Itachi,” Kakashi sighed as his orgasm approached.

“I’m so close, Kakashi.”

“Cum and I’ll lick you clean.” Once again, Kakashi forgot the dirty talk rule, but Itachi didn’t mind. He was reconsidering that little rule. ‘Take it like a bitch’ and ‘I can’t wait to whore you out’ were still out of the question though.

Kakashi grabbed Itachi’s cock and loosely fisted it. Itachi didn’t last much longer and Kakashi stopped trying to hold back.

True to his word, Kakashi moved down to lick up the cum sprayed on Itachi’s stomach and the remnant on the head of his cock. He gave it a kiss.

Kakashi climbed back up to lay next to Itachi. He grabbed Itachi’s hand and rubbed circles on the top of it with his thumb.

Itachi was still wearing his sunglasses. He touched them, wanting to take them off, but still a little hesitant. “Do you want to see?”

Kakashi’s attention had been caught by Itachi’s movement. “I do, but I respect your wanting to hide it.” Kakashi huffed. “I do the same.”

“You didn’t know before. Now that you know how, I don’t mind you seeing as much. I’ve always been terribly vain. I’m glad you didn’t know me before; I was a vain, arrogant, bastard. They didn’t destroy my pride, but vanity seems silly now, don’t you think? I feel I have nothing to hide from you anymore and I want to fully relax without the glasses.”

“Tell me one thing. Do you take the glasses off at home?”

Itachi smirked briefly at Kakashi’s insight. “Never around my parents. Sasuke . . . I don’t like to let him see, but I feel most comfortable with him. He doesn’t go silent when he sees them. He was with me all that time in the hospital. If my being repeatedly raped doesn’t put you off, scars won’t.”

Kakashi hated hearing Itachi say that, reaffirming with his own voice what Kakashi had read. “No, they won’t.”

Itachi took off his sunglasses. The lids were there and they bludged as if he still had his eyes. Kakashi knew they were glasses eyes like his own. Itachi’s lids had been stitched shut. His eyelashes had been left so that it just looked like Itachi had his eyes closed. The scars weren’t too bad. From what Kakashi read, several people held Itachi still, one holding his eye open. Hidan used a knife to stab the eye and pull it out. It didn’t quite work on the left one and cut through it. He stuck the blade in the side and was then able to scoop it out, cutting the flesh and muscle inside the socket. He then sliced the nerve. Kakashi knew how it felt to have his eye sliced; he tried not to shutter thinking about it.

The lids were cut as well. Itachi had managed to squeeze his eyes shut attempting to protect them, slicing the lids on the knife and Hidan had taken a few extra swipes, not quite making ‘x’ marks on them. Kakashi didn’t want to imagine it, but he knew Itachi must have been screaming. Kakashi had been too hyped up on adrenalin and rage and duty to give his eye much thought when he lost his; he had to save the lives of his comrades, fuck his eye. But Itachi was being held down and saw it coming. And it hadn’t been quick.

“They’re not that bad,” Kakashi said. “It’s knowing how they were made that gets to me. The scars are nothing; I’ve got my share. You had me thinking they looked like some gruesome Halloween decoration. You just have your eyes closed with scarred lids, that’s all.” Kakashi threaded his fingers in Itachi’s hair and moved over him to kiss both eyes, right then left, the opposite order they were taken. Itachi didn’t pull away, but his muscles tightened.

“I’d rather cover them and let you forget how I got them,” Itachi said. “I wish I could forget.”

“I don’t care about them. They don’t really mar your beauty.” Kakashi didn’t say that he wanted to see what Itachi’s eyes had looked like. He could look at Sasuke’s black eyes and imagine it, but he did wish he could look into Itachi’s ebony eyes. “I’m so happy you trust me.”

“Thank you for still wanting me despite I was raped. My previous boyfriend couldn’t deal with a blind boyfriend, but he also didn’t want me anymore because I was violated and dirtied. That’s why I didn’t want you to know. I was obviously damaged goods being blind, but the additional physical and mental trauma . . . I wanted it to last as long as possible before I told you. The longer I waited, the harder it was getting. My parents liked you and then they and Sasuke realized you didn’t know . . . I couldn’t prevent it any longer and I was convinced you would leave or at least cool off.”

“Never. I’m sorry that idiot painted all men in such a light. But I’m glad that left you free so I could have you. Tell me his name and I’ll rub his nose in everything.”

“No. I don’t love him anymore—he broke my heart—but he’s suffered enough. He knows what he did and he has to live with that.”

“Alright.”

“It’s been an emotional day.”

“Get some sleep. You’re safe.”

“I know. I feel very safe with you. Helps you’re a trained killer.”

Kakashi snickered. “Yes, that would tend to make people feel safe. Or terrified, depending on how much to trust said trained killer.”

“I trust you. On your back.”

“You only trust me when I’m on my back.”

Itachi lightly slapped him with the hand already pressed to Kakashi’s cheek. “I want to snuggle up to you while you’re on your back.”

Kakashi obeyed. Itachi put his arm over Kakashi’s stomach and snuggled his head into the crook of Kakashi’s shoulder. Kakashi bent his elbow to play his fingertips in his hair. Itachi fell asleep just as Kakashi’s arm fell asleep too. Kakashi pouted; he’d be spending the next hour or so freeing his arm before Itachi’s head cut off all blood to his arm and it had to be amputated.

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Kakashi got off work at five and had classes three times a week at six for an hour and one class for three hours on Thursday, so there were a few days they couldn’t spend very much time together, but they tired, often nothing but dinner. On Saturday, Kakashi took Itachi to the mall, just to walk and maybe see if there was anything he could give him as a gift.

Itachi had his arms wrapped around Kakashi’s left arm. He wore his glasses and carried his cane against his chest as a signal that he was blind. It was no secret what had happened to the Uchiha and people could recognize him regardless; everyone made a path for the pair in deference of Itachi.

They were walking leisurely through the crowd when they heard someone call Kakashi’s name. Kakashi turned slowly so as not to unbalance his lover. Behind his mask—which Itachi told him he didn’t mind if he wore with his eye patch—Kakashi’s jaw dropped.

“Iruka?” Kakashi couldn’t believe he’d run into his former lover like this, especially with his new lover on his arm.

Itachi scowled, but he wasn’t scowling in Iruka’s direction until Iruka spoke again.

Iruka came over, but didn’t come too close because of the person tucked against Kakashi’s body. “It’s so nice to see you. I, ah, see you have a girlfriend now.”

Itachi straightened. “I am not a girl,” he growled, his deep, resonating, but beautiful voice left no doubt of Itachi’s gender.

“Oh, sorry.”

“What do you want, Iruka?” Kakashi asked with a bored voice.

“It’s been several months; I was just kinda glad to see you. I didn’t know what happened to you. How are you?”

“Excellent. Working on my degree, got a decent job, and I’ve got a perfect boyfriend. How ‘bout you?”

Iruka knew he was getting his nose pushed in his own mess and lowered his eyes. “The same as before.”

Itachi growled. “Please point me at him, Kakashi.”

“No, he’d just sidestep you.” Kakashi put an arm around Itachi’s shoulders as much to restrain him as comfort him. “Excuse us, Iruka, this is the first day we’ve had together for nearly a week.”

“Sorry,” Iruka said, but he mouthed to Kakashi, ‘call me.’ Kakashi nodded and turned to continue escorting Itachi around.

Kakashi smiled because Itachi was fuming, brisling. He cooed the younger man.

“You should have let me deck him.”

“Forgive me, but you couldn’t see to aim.”

“I don’t care if I looked like a girl, but I could have just flailed around until I hit him and pummeled him.”

Kakashi hugged him tighter against his side, smiling. “Come on, I’ll buy you a frappe or something for that sweet tooth of yours.”

“Sugar is not an accepted method to calm someone down.”

“No, but it’s something I know you’ll enjoy. Is there anything else you want? I’ll get you anything.”

“You don’t have the money to get me anything.”

“No, but your brother wants me to dote on you so he’d probably reimburse me.”

“So I’m getting love tokens from my brother.”

Kakashi kissed his temple. “If I could afford it, I would dote on you like that.” Kakashi suddenly pulled Itachi to a stop. “Let’s go in here.”

Itachi had no idea where they were, there wasn’t even music to judge by.

“Can I see that one?” Kakashi asked.

“What are you browsing?” Itachi asked.

“How would you feel if I said knives?”

“Like you’re an ex-soldier,” Itachi shrugged.

“Ooo, serrated.”

Itachi laughed. He rubbed the smooth, cool glass of the case in front of him to get some kind of tactile data since he couldn’t see. Kakashi asked to see several items and finally chose something.

Kakashi took his hand and rubbed his fingers. “Are you cold?”

“Just my hands.”

“You know what they say, ‘cold hands, warm heart.’”

“That’s just stupid.”

Kakashi laughed and brought Itachi’s hand to his lips to kiss it. “Is there anything you want to do or should we go home after I buy this?”

“Buy me that frappe and a box of chocolate, then we can go home.”

“Alright.”

“What did you choose?”

“Double bladed Irish military knife. I’m thinking about the kukri knife too, though that’s more for display.”

“Ask my brother for some money; I’d like to give you something.”

“Not this, this is my own stupid purchase. You tell me something I can buy you and I’ll let you pay for something I want.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Kakashi took his change and his bag and escorted Itachi to the nearest chocolatier.

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Kakashi called Iruka when he got home. “What do you want?”

“Can we meet? I want to really apologize and just talk.”

Kakashi sighed. “Fine. There’s a Starbuck’s on Sixth with tables outside. I’ll meet you there.”

Ten minutes later, Kakashi had ordered his overpriced black coffee and waited for his former lover. Iruka arrived about five minutes later.

“Want to get something first?” Kakashi asked.

Iruka nodded and went into the building, back quickly with a weird ass concoction if all the crap written down the side was any indication. He sat awkwardly across from Kakashi.

“So, you wanted to apologize?”

Sasuke nearly slammed on his breaks in traffic when he recognized the white hair and mask and that he was with someone other than Itachi. He made an illegal turn and parked nearby. He got out so fast he was nearly strangled by his seatbelt.

“It was a shit thing to do, I know it,” Iruka said. “But then you were gone when I got back. You changed your number and everything; I couldn’t get in touch with you.”

“I was pissed and disappointed. I didn’t think I could trust you after that.”

Sasuke hurried over, slickly picking up a discarded Starbucks cup from the garbage and sat down behind Kakashi.

“You rejected me even before you saw my scars. You were ready with the speech when I walked in.”

Sasuke remembered to lock his car and used the remote, hearing the reassuring beep from here. He tried to calm his breathing and listen.

“I was scared, you were always so handsome and . . .”

“And that’s all you cared about.” Kakashi would have been more angry if he didn’t have Itachi who couldn’t even judge by looks if he wanted to.

Sasuke was very intrigued by the conversation.

“I’m sorry, alright? I’m really sorry. I know I broke your heart. If I could have gotten a hold of you afterward I would have apologized and begged for your forgiveness.”

“You wouldn’t have gotten it.”

Iruka looked at the table and took a moment to gather his thoughts. “The mask and the blind boyfriend, that’s all my fault, isn’t it?”

“No.”

“You didn’t wear it when you came home.”

“I didn’t think I needed—or should—hide them from you. I get too many questioning looks from the scars; the mask actually prevents people from looking. I like the reaction to the mask. It take it off before I go to the bank.”

“And the blind boyfriend . . .”

“Has nothing to do with my looks. I didn’t even know he was blind when I approached him. In fact, he’s more insecure about his looks than I am of mine.” Kakashi smiled thinking about how Itachi wanted to hide his eyes more than Kakashi wanted to hide his entire face.

“He’s gorgeous; what does he have to be insecure about?”

“I’m not going to detail it for you. It’s not your fault, but I thank you. I love Itachi so much. Don’t think he’s easier to live with than you; he does need help, but I don’t mind, and you didn’t have a psycho, over-protective, pain in the ass, brat of a brother as ready to murder me as look at me. But I adore, Itachi. I’m willing to put up with that cold, stick up his ass, evil brother. His parents are nice enough though.”

“My parents were pissed you left.”

“I hope not at me,” Kakashi said a little angrily.

“No, at me. They really liked you.”

“I know. Did you tell them why?”

“I kind of had to. That was when I truly realized how stupid I was, I couldn’t even think an excuse besides you got a few cuts on your face. You have the right to be angry.” Iruka sat back and rubbed his rubbed his hair. “But an Uchiha!” Iruka had either recognized the raven or he recognized the rare first name. “They’re all cold, evil bastards.”

Sasuke’s back straightened. We are not!

“Fugaku’s his father, right?” Iruka asked.

“Yeah.”

“God, that man is the coldest bastard in the world. I don’t think he’s ever smiled. He takes over companies like a . . . a . . . vulture doesn’t even cover it. And that little brother of his . . . he’s a spoiled, arrogant playboy!”

Am not! He stopped. Okay, he was when he was in high school. But I grew out of it!

“They say he almost murdered his best friend,” Iruka continued.

“Hey, that was justified,” Kakashi interjected. Sasuke nodded despite himself.

“How can you even stand being around a family like that?”

“The brother is difficult, but how can you know what Fugaku is like. I’ve met him and his wife; they’re very nice and love their sons. Well, at least Itachi; I’m not sure about Sasuke; he is an evil little brat.”

Sasuke was close to audibly grumbling.

“Anyway, Itachi’s the one who . . .” Iruka vaguely waved at his eyes. “All that happened to him . . . You know what happened to him?”

“Obviously.”

Sasuke silently huffed. Only because I told you. He brought his hand up and nearly took a sip from the discarded cup, but then he remembered and set it down with a grimace.

“Had you chosen anyone other than an Uchiha . . . Can you really stand being tied to a blind man?”

“Yes. If it wasn’t for work and school—I’m in college now, I think I mentioned that—I would never leave his side. I’ve actually been thinking that his family probably won’t let him move out of the house.”

You’re damned right!

“So I’ll probably have to move into their mansion. I’ll have to get rid of my Kia.”

“Please don’t tell me their money has something to do with it.” Iruka actually looked disgusted.

“Absolutely not. I adore him. He’s more precious to me than anything in my life.”

“Even me?”

“I thought I loved you, Iruka, but I’m far more in love with Itachi than I ever was with you. Honestly, Iruka, I don’t even want to be friends.”

“I’m so sorry, Kakashi. Give me another chance.”

Kakashi fished something from his pocket and place it on the table. Sasuke couldn’t see it, but Iruka paled.

“No,” Kakashi said. “I bought this today; I’m considering when to give to him.”

“Sorry to have bothered you then.” Iruka got up and walked away. Again. Kakashi didn’t feel a thing for Iruka anymore.

Sasuke got up, intending to get away before Kakashi could see him, but he leaned to the side to see what it was that made Iruka turn from mocha-skinned to latte.

“It’s a ring, Sasuke.”

Sasuke tripped backward and landed on his ass. “Son of a . . .”

Kakashi turned around. “We can’t marry, but I wanted to give your brother a ring.”

“How did you know I was here?” Sasuke asked from the ground, still on his ass.

“A car that flashy squealing around gets attention. I could also see your duck-butt hair in the window reflection when I turned my head for a second. You suck at trailing someone.”

“I normally don’t have to.”

“In case you needed clarification: that was my ex-boyfriend. He’s out of my life and has been since I came home. He happened to see Itachi and I at the mall.”

“I didn’t think you were two timing my brother.” Kakashi looked at him skeptically. “Well, not until I saw you here with someone else.”

“I do have friends too, brat.” Kakashi grabbed the ring in its case and put it back in his pocket. He stood and offered Sasuke a hand and pulled the younger man up.

“So you knew I was listening when you insulted me,” Sasuke said.

“Of course. There’s no fun in insulting someone when they can’t hear you.”

“You’re not moving in just yet.”

“I know. Drive more carefully, nii-chan.”

Sasuke grumbled and walked back around the corner to his car. Kakashi tossed the rest of his horrible coffee and went home.

-----

Sasuke went right home as well. He went straight up to his brother’s room.

He knocked, “Itachi?” No answer, so he eased the door open. “’tachi.” He turned on the light. No Itachi.

“’tachi!” Sasuke panicked. He checked his own room, their parent’s room, then down to the dining room, then finally found his brother asleep on the living room sofa. He sighed. He loved his brother, but he hated worrying about him all the time. Every time he couldn’t find his brother he was afraid he was hurt, got lost, or was abducted again. Sasuke didn’t know if he could handle it much longer, if his heart could handle the stress. If Kakashi could keep an eye on him and keep him safe . . . He wanted his brother back, the one he didn’t have to worry about or help or protect, the one who teased him with a poke to the forehead. Now Itachi couldn’t even see his forehead to poke it.

Sasuke climbed up over him, waking Itachi. “It’s just me, ‘tachi.” He settled in behind him and held on to him. He cried into his loose, long hair. Itachi put his hands on the arm Sasuke put over him.

“You alright, Otouto?” Sasuke didn’t answer. “Hinata didn’t dump you, did she?”

Sasuke shook his head against Itachi’s back. Itachi pulled away and shifted precariously on the edge of the sofa for a moment to get on his back to pull Sasuke against his chest. Itachi finger combed Sasuke’s hair back. He’d soothed his little brother a lot over the years and enjoyed the fact he’d rather come to him than their parents, but Sasuke hadn’t come to him like this since he left for Africa; Itachi had been on the receiving end of sympathy since then.

Itachi was certain Sasuke fell asleep until Sasuke’s phone went off.

Sasuke sat up carefully and pulled his phone from his pocket. “Hai.”

Itachi could barely hear the voice on the other end but was sure it was Hinata.

“I did forget; I’m sorry.” Sasuke shifted the phone so the receiver was away from his face and he sniffed then returned it. “I’ll come over right now. See you soon.” He ended the call. “I was supposed to pick up Hinata ten minutes ago. Thanks, Aniki.”

“You never told me what was wrong.”

“Later.”

Itachi really felt useless. He couldn’t work anymore, he couldn’t help anyone anymore, and he himself needed help doing most things. He couldn’t really even fish through the fridge anymore, hence his own fridge in his room where he knew what was in it. He wasn’t able to work out by himself either and he feared that he was starting to gain weight since he got his appetite back. He’d have to ask Kakashi if he would mind helping him.

No, no, not another thing he needed Kakashi to do for him. He was growing to rely on the man too much. Soon Kakashi would feel burdened and decide Itachi wasn’t worth the effort.

Sasuke’s mysterious depression fed his own. Itachi put out his hand to find the chocolate Kakashi bought him and he completely turned into a woman: binging on chocolate while depressed.

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Itachi moved only for dinner with his parents then he was back on the sofa now listening to the TV. He couldn’t see the pretty CGI, but he was learning about ‘The Wonders of the Universe.’ It was something, but it wasn’t elevating his depression. At least he liked Brian Cox’s quietly enthusiastic voice.

He lay on his back popping a chocolate in his mouth every few minutes. He’ll just get fat and live alone in his room for the rest of his life and never leave.

His mother joined him for a while, snagging a few truffles for herself—literally stealing from a blind man.

Finally, he went up stairs, using his cane to make sure everything was where it should be. He turned on his The Cure playlist.

Sasuke came home around eleven and checked the living room before Itachi’s room this time. His mother was still there watching the news.

“Itachi go to bed?” he asked.

“He went to his room, but every once in a while I hear music, so I don’t think he’s asleep. How was your date with Hinata?”

“Good. Neji came along again.” Sasuke sat down where his brother had been a fixture most of the evening. “Do I really have the reputation of a playboy?”

“What? Did Neji say that?”

“No, I overheard someone else and they called me a ‘spoiled, arrogant playboy.’”

“Well, you were a handful when you were in your teens.”

“I’m wondering if Neji’s being so protective of his cousin because of that.”

“The Hyuuga are just more old fashion than we are.”

“How’s dad?”

“Tired. Itachi was a little down and that brings your father down. It’s not anything to do with Kakashi-kun, is it?”

“I don’t think so. Actually, I happened to see Kakashi this afternoon talking to his ex and he basically told the guy to go to hell and that he was happier with Itachi than he was with him. The ex is the one who called me a ‘spoiled, arrogant playboy.’ The ex doesn’t think very much of our family. Anyway, Kakashi got the guy to shut up and leave when he showed him what he bought for Itachi. It was a ring. Kakashi wants to make it more official.”

“That’s wonderful!”

“Don’t tell Itachi. Kakashi’s trying to think of a time and place to give it to him. I know how he feels.”

Mikoto knew about the ring Sasuke had bought for Hinata. “Honestly, I don’t really remember the where and when, just the shock of your father, of all men, getting on one knee in tux and proposing. I was so happy and shocked that he proposed, I don’t remember anything else.”

“I’m thinking it should be some place soft; I’m sure she’ll faint.”

Mikoto chuckled.

“I’m going to check on Itachi before I turn in.”

Mikoto waved him over and pulled him down into a hung. “Goodnight, Sasuke.”

“Goodnight, kasan.”

Sasuke was assaulted with Robert Smith’s voice as he approached Itachi’s room. That rarely boded well.

He knocked and opened the door when he was sure Itachi couldn’t hear him.

“’tachi!” Sasuke had to raise his voice to be heard over the music.

Itachi had the speaker remote in his hand as he lay in bed and used it to lower the volume. “Have a nice dinner?”

“Yes. You’re depressed. Is it my fault? It was nothing really, just stress.”

“Did you ask her yet?”

“No. Mother asked me about that too. I will ask her. It’s awkward with Neji there. What’s wrong? It’s not Kakashi, is it?”

“I . . . I regret letting him get close. I don’t want anyone else hurt by me or to be disappointed in me.”

“No one’s disappointed in you,” Sasuke admonished. “Considering what happened we’re all thrilled you’ve recovered so well. Kakashi adores you; he’d be really crushed if you tried to end it. Do you love him? Do you?” Sasuke insisted when Itachi didn’t answer his first appeal.

“Yes,” Itachi said weakly. “I shouldn’t have led him on, it will just be painful for both of us. I should break it off now.”

“Oh, no you don’t, Aniki. You made your bed, now lie in it. You love each other and I can see while you can’t and I see a man hopelessly in love. You will not give into this nihilism.”

“You’ve gotten tired of helping me; he will too.”

“Don’t you dare say that! I’m not tired of helping you; I am tired of worrying about you. Kakashi can take some of that off me. I love you, he loves you, our parents love you. Between the four of us, we can handle you, trust me.

“I’m going out. Don’t do anything stupid like calling him and telling him to stay away. You do and I swear, Aniki . . .” Sasuke tried to think up a threat. “I’ll . . . I’ll stop talking to you completely.”

Itachi was a little shocked that Sasuke—of all people—would be trying to preserve his relationship with Kakashi.

Sasuke left his brother’s room, shutting the door gently even though he felt like slamming it. He checked that he still had his wallet and keys then headed down stairs, pulling out his cell as he descended the staircase.

His call was answered on the fourth ring. Hello.

“Sasuke. Where can I meet you? We need to talk.”

I’m at the Denny’s on Sixth.

“I’ll be there soon.”

Okay. Can I— Sasuke ended the call.

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“—order you something?” Kakashi trailed off after the call ended.

It was after eleven at night, so that worried Kakashi a little. Sasuke’s tone was harsh, but that seemed to be default for Sasuke so that didn’t concern him.

Kakashi was doing the reading for one of his literature classes, but he also had his math textbook for a change of pace. He liked coming here to do his homework. He had a large salad to pick at, a mug of coffee, and a glass of chocolate milk. It was odd, but . . .

Kakashi only had to wait about ten minutes. Sasuke walked right by the hostess without a glance and went straight for Kakashi’s table. He sat down across from him in the booth.

“Is Itachi alright?” Kakashi asked.

“He’s being difficult. He wants to end it just because he believes it will eventually. He’s being a coward. He’s so afraid of being abandoned again, he wants to stop this before that happens. You will not end it. I don’t care if you have to bloody act like a stalker, you are not going to let him break up with you.”

“Understood.”

“I don’t want to worry about him anymore. I couldn’t find him this evening and it scared me to death. So much so I even thought it might be a good idea for you to move in so you could help watch him.”

“I don’t think my Kia would be a welcome addition to the Uchiha garage,” Kakashi joked.

“I drive an Aston Martin. Itachi has a Bentley. He loved that car. Supped it up. He put nitrous in it. What kind of sick fuck puts a nitrous in a mother fucking Bentley? It’s a bloody V12. He only got to use it once on a straight away outside of town. He even added chrome to it like he was from the ghetto or something. He had the leather from the seats removed so he could get them custom stitched. Custom sound system. He loved that fucking car.”

Tears were bleeding from Sasuke’s eyes.

“And he has Star Stryker and a Yamaha FZ8. He’ll never be able to ride any of them again. I want my brother back.

“He was almost as aggressive as father and he loved to poke me in the forehead and mock me, but it was always good natured. He was so confident. He knew what he wanted and he took it. Now he’s a meek kitten and just as helpless. That’s not the brother I knew.”

“Every once in a while I see a bit of aggressiveness and a mocking side to him,” Kakashi said. “You’re brother’s not dead; it’s only been a few months since he went through all that. I think he’s easing back into himself. Trauma like that could shake the hardest of us.

“Iruka, that guy you found me with, he ran into Itachi and I at the mall. Itachi seriously wanted to attack him; I don’t think it was just bluster.”

“If he could see, he would have knocked the guy unconscious at the very least.”

“Tell me something, Sasuke: did you read that file? Do you know everything your brother said?”

“No. I couldn’t handle it. I know enough. Listen, he’s depressed, he feels like a burden and like a disappointment. He doesn’t want to weigh us down. I don’t know what we can do, but we need to help him.”

“I will think of something.”

“Thank you. I’m going to sleep.”

“Goodnight, brat.”

“’Night, Cyclops.”

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When Kakashi came to pick up Itachi two nights later, Itachi heard something he didn’t expect: a motorcycle. He was about to rush to the door to look out and see if it was indeed Kakashi and what kind of bike it was, but that was foolish since he couldn’t see. He was standing so went to the door and waited for the knock.

Unsure and defenseless being alone for the moment, Itachi asked, “Who is it?”

“Your boyfriend.”

Itachi opened the door. “Did you come on a bike?”

“I did.”

“What kind?”

“It’s a Kawasaki Ninja 250. Black.”

“Those are awesome.”

“Want to go for a ride?”

“Of course. I’ve got my own helmet. Where’s that brother of mine? Sasuke!”

Sasuke came running down the stairs. He stopped suddenly when he saw Kakashi. “Cyclops.”

“Brat.”

“Sasuke, go get my motorcycle helmet from the garage.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sasuke headed off to do his older brother’s bidding.

“I didn’t know you had a motorcycle,” Itachi said.

“Yeah. This is a bit old though, it’s the one I had in high school. I worked multiple jobs to pay for it. My baby.”

“I know how you feel. I have two bikes and my father made me work for them. You do appreciate them more when you have to pay for them.”

Sasuke returned with a black helmet with a murder of ravens painted on it. He gave it to Itachi. Itachi took off his sunglasses and put the helmet on. Sasuke cocked an eyebrow in surprise; he didn’t know he was comfortable showing Kakashi his scarred eyes yet.

“I don’t have to tell you to be careful,” Sasuke said to Kakashi.

“No. I’ll be exceptionally careful. I won’t even show off.”

Kakashi took Itachi’s hand and led him outside. He put Itachi’s hand on his shoulder and mounted the bike. Itachi carefully mounted behind him and they were off. Itachi hugged him as they rode through the city in twilight.

Kakashi stopped after about half an hour.

“We’re on a straightaway near the ocean,” Kakashi said. “We can take our helmets off and I’ll drive slow. Er.”

Itachi took off his helmet and Kakashi tied it and his own to the back, covering the license plate temporarily. Kakashi remounted the bike and Itachi hugged him again. Kakashi drove at only twenty miles an hour, it was enough for Itachi to feel his hair fly back and feel the wind on his face and smell the sea. He straightened to let the raw wind hit his face over Kakashi’s shoulder before pressing his head against his back again.

Kakashi felt Itachi’s arms tighten around him and Itachi shook a little.

Kakashi rode the length of the straightaway and turned around and rode back. When they returned to the starting point, Kakashi shut off the engine and sat back gently and was about to get off so he could get their helmets, but Itachi clutched him tighter. He leaned forward a little and let Itachi cry against his back. He watched the waves roll in on the shore as Itachi rubbed his face into his back. The sound of the wind covered the sound of Itachi’s sobbing. Kakashi hoped he’d done the right thing and Itachi wasn’t crying out of pure depression and loss.

Finally, Itachi pulled back and Kakashi stood and tuned to Itachi. “You alright?”

Itachi nodded. Kakashi pulled the bandana from his hair and put it in Itachi’s hand. Itachi used it to clean his face as Kakashi got their helmets. He could smell Kakashi’s hair, the shampoo and his own scent.

“Ready to go home?” Kakashi asked.

“Yeah.” He held out his hand for the helmet. Kakashi gave it to him and they both put on their helmets. Kakashi got back on the bike. Itachi raised the visor. “Wait. Can I come home with you?”

“Of course.”

Kakashi took him to his apartment. Itachi was silent until they were inside. He reached out for Kakashi, not entirely sure where he was. Kakashi took his hand and Itachi threw himself on him and hugged him. “I love you.”

“I love you too. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Thank you so much. I never thought I’d ride again. I’m sorry for crying; I really enjoyed it.”

“Anything that makes you happy, my lovely raven.”

“I’m the rich one, but you’re the one spoiling me.”

“You’re the one who deserves it.”

“Kakashi . . .” He was close to sobbing again.

“You spoil me enough just by being here.”

“You’re going to make me cry again.”

“As much as I hate the idea of making you cry, as long as they’re happy tears . . . I still prefer not to make you cry.”

“Then shut up and fuck me already.”

Kakashi laughed. “Yes, sir.”

Kakashi put his hand in Itachi’s hair and eased his head up to kiss him. He slipped off the sunglasses. Itachi grabbed onto one of the earpieces.

“I really don’t care about the scars,” Kakashi said. “Don’t be insecure about them. They’re light colored so they’re not that noticeable. I’ve seen them and still love you, so why do you still care? If you could see my scars, would they still bother you?”

“I’ve always been vain. Maybe I’m shallow too. I may not have given you chance if I could see. I wasn’t sure I loved you for a while, but I knew I’d be more sure if I could see you. Maybe that’s why I chose poorly before.”

“You’ve learned your lesson then.” Kakashi took the glasses away and Itachi let him. Kakashi slowly bent forward to kiss the scarred right eye. “I love every inch of you.”

“Why are you so perfect?”

“I’m not. I just love you. You’ll discover my flaws eventually.”

“You’re overly tenacious.”

“See, I’m not perfect. Now, I believe you gave me an order and as a former soldier, I must follow your orders.”

“You seem to choose what’s an order though.”

“Maybe.”

Kakashi kissed him and grabbed his sculpted ass. His hand traveled higher, avoiding the large scar on Itachi’s back, until the shirt was bunched up under Itachi’s arms. Itachi broke the kiss to take it off. Kakashi helped peel it from his body and Itachi’s hands found the hem of Kakashi’s shirt and tugged on it. Kakashi stripped it and pushed his own pants off, Itachi did the same. They were both naked.

Kakashi gently guided Itachi to the bedroom. The foot of the bed nearly made Itachi trip backward, but he clung to Kakashi. More controlled, Itachi sat back and Kakashi leaned forward so they could crawl onto the mattress together. Itachi was careful when he brought up his knees to sort of crab walk back to the pillows.

When Kakashi licked down Itachi’s body, his tongue unavoidably traced one of the cuts on his chest. Itachi flinched and his stomach muscles twitched.

“Sorry; it’s kind of hard not to trace them,” Kakashi breathed.

“Go ahead; I want to get used to them being touched. The more I baby them, the longer I’ll remember. Don’t worry about them.”

“The moment I make you uncomfortable, tell me.”

“Alright. Are the lights on?”

“I hate how much I want to lie to you right now.”

“I take that as a ‘yes.’”

“Yes.”

“Are they always on?”

“Yeah. You’re so gorgeous. Do you want them off?”

“No.” He carefully found Kakashi’s hair with his right hand and pulled him down to his chest to continue.

Kakashi obeyed. How many times in a man’s life would he have such a beauty pulling him down to take pleasure from their body. Kakashi sucked on a dusty nub for a minute before he pulled away to reach for the lube on his nightstand.

He attacked the other nipple as he lubed up two fingers and pressed them inside Itachi’s tight body. He didn’t try to loosen him, just moved his fingers inside that slick heat. Kakashi inched up to Itachi’s neck, lapping briefly at the scar that stretched across his chest. Itachi didn’t react.

Itachi did start rocking his body down to get Kakashi’s fingers in deeper. He moaned Kakashi’s name.

Kakashi separated his fingers and twisted his wrist to open Itachi up a bit.

“Where’s the lube?” Itachi asked.

Kakashi put the tube in his hand. Itachi squirted some onto his palm and sought Kakashi’s cock. He stroked him, pulling at him expertly. Kakashi was distracted by one up stroke where Itachi tightened his grip just under the head, adding pressure to the delicious spot on the underside. Then Itachi made his fist a tunnel and Kakashi was fucking his hand.

“God, that feels good, Itachi. But your ass feels so much better, more like silk.”

“Well then, hurry up. I’d rather you were fucking my ass than my hand. I was just saving time, just lubing you up.”

“I’ll get to it then.”

“Please.”

Kakashi pealed his body away and grabbed the back of Itachi’s left knee. He pushed it up and Itachi pulled his other leg further away to give Kakashi more room to ease into him.

But Kakashi couldn’t help himself: he pushed Itachi’s other thigh even further away and dove in to lick at Itachi’s scrotum and the base of his cock. He moved even lower to kiss and tongue Itachi’s perineum.

“If I hadn’t already lubed you up, I’d tongue fuck you.”

“Right now, I want something larger.”

Kakashi open mouthed his perineum before he pulled away to penetrate him. Itachi relaxed and allowed Kakashi to slide into him. The slight sting was nothing compared to what he’d suffered less than a year ago. He didn’t mind a little pain.

But it was over quickly. The pain that is. Kakashi just felt right inside him. Kakashi released Itachi’s leg, but Itachi kept it in position and brought his other knee up. Kakashi held onto the outside of his thighs as he started thrusting quickly into his younger lover.

Kakashi leaned forward and thrust his hips slower, but harder. He forced his eyes open and looked down at Itachi’s agonized face. His eyes were tight and his mouth open, panting; he knew Itachi was in far more pleasure than pain. Kakashi bent down even further, slowing his thrusts even more. He mouthed Itachi’s throat.

“Can I mark you?” Kakashi panted in Itachi’s ear.

“Yes, please,” Itachi gasped.

Kakashi bit into his neck. Itachi pressed his hips into Kakashi’s and grabbed at his neck. He pulled lightly at his white hair when he missed.

Itachi groaned in frustration. “Take me from behind,” he gasped. “I want to feel you deep.”

Kakashi pulled away and Itachi got on his hands and knees. Kakashi was back inside him in seconds.

“Oh, god, yes,” Itachi sighed as Kakashi was now hitting his prostate perfectly.

Hearing Itachi sent a wave of pleasure through Kakashi’s body. Kakashi hammered into the warm body beneath him. Itachi’s back undulated as he moved his hips up and down to vary the sensations.

Kakashi didn’t know how much more he could take. He leaned over him and grabbed Itachi’s cock without slowing down his thrusts.

“Cum for me, Itachi.”

“Bite me again,” Itachi panted.

Kakashi dug his teeth into a new patch of skin on the opposite side of Itachi’s neck. Itachi started cuming as Kakashi fucked, stroked, and bit him. He let out a long groan and pressed his back up against Kakashi’s chest.

Kakashi took his hand from Itachi’s draining cock and pressed it to his stomach and fucked his spasming body hard and faster for half a minute before he unleash several ropes of cum into Itachi’s tired body.

They collapsed together with Itachi wrapped in Kakashi’s arms. Once they regained their breath, Itachi twisted around onto his back. Kakashi lay on his side and caressed Itachi’s lovely skin. Itachi fell asleep.

The lights were still on and Kakashi could see those scarred eyes. He was getting used to them and as much as he hated what they represented, he was kind of starting to like them.

TBC
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The bike Kakashi drives is a Kawasaki Ninja 250. My sister has the same bike which is why I put it in. ^_^ The fact Naruto’s all about ninja really had nothing to do with it.