How Cliché

A/N: This is will be the end of Sasuke's little arc. Hopefully Kakashi came off as cool as I wanted him to *sigh* Not too much to say on it all, so enjoy!


Part5


Kisame lit his cigarette and walked farther from the car. He would have given anything to be the one making the sounds the younger Uchiha was making. He wanted to drown it all in glorious nicotine. He was at the edge of the parking lot, looking over the concrete ledge to the three levels below him, and finally to the sidewalk lining the street. People walked by the massive building connected to the garage, completely ignoring the existence of either. The sun had set within the last hour. The night life of the downtown area had just started. Cars were speeding down the stretch of road. Parties everywhere were probably starting. Kisame made a mental note to suggest a rave or something to the Uchiha he loved. The man never cut loose. Maybe with his little brother in tow he could get the raven into a party for once. Itachi drunk should be quite interesting. That was the first thing on Kisame’s list of things to see before he died. He heard a loud noise and closed his eyes tightly. He sucked down more the life degenerating substance. The way he saw it, he had three options. Stop the vile acts being preformed in that car, throw himself over the ledge, or continue to eat away at his lungs and hope he could inhale enough nicotine to ignore what was going on. He was fishing for another cigarette within moments. He did not like any of those ideas.

He walked along the concrete wall and started for the elevator. Maybe he would ride that a few times. Anything was better than having to listen to that brat scream his Itachi’s name. Why the man had not called for a more soundproof car, Kisame would never know. Yeah, he was supposed to be watching for intruders, but then again Itachi was supposed to be subtle. He had the kid screaming loud enough to disturb the whole fucking building, all thirty-seven floors of it. Kisame certainly did not have to stay and listen to that, did he? Just as long as he was around to take the kid home.


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Sasuke could only see white covering his vision. His body was hot. He was filled with so much lust. Itachi was licking him hard, and he was responding quicker than should have been allowed. He did not want to understand it. His breath was sporadic. His arms were too heavy to lift, despite the itching in his fingers to touch silky raven hair. Itachi had him fully erect and was kissing his way up the pale, lithe both. He paused to attack Sasuke’s aching nipples briefly before latching his mouth onto Sasuke’s neck. The teen moaned as his brother sucked on the sensitive skin. Sasuke’s body tingled at the action. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew there would be a bruised mark there later. He could not manage to care at that moment. Itachi separated from the neck and grinned at his handy work. Sasuke would be marked for at least a few weeks. He moved on to capture plump lips with his own again. His otouto arched into the kiss. Itachi pulled away only long enough to slip his fingers in the younger Uchiha’s mouth.

“You’ll want them nice and wet,” he urged.

Sasuke sucked noisily at the digits. He licked around and between the two fingers invading him. He coated them nicely in saliva before they were slid out with a loud popping noise. Sasuke watched the fingers move down towards his entrance in slow motion. His brain refused to register the movements around him properly. He felt the slick fingers rubbing gently at the tightly puckered hole. He gasped for air. Itachi was focused at his task, his face betraying no emotions. A finger pressed its way inside of Sasuke.

“I-Itachi!” he cried out.

“That’s right, Sasuke-chan. Call my name. Tell me you want me.”

“No… no, I can’t do that,” the boy ground out slowly.

The finger twisted around to get deeper into the hot group of muscle clenching around it. Another gasp was earned by Itachi. He pushed on with his long and delicate fingers. He rubbed the slightly stretched skin with a second finger.

“I will give you more when you asked for it,” he promised.

“N-never.”

The second finger pushed in alongside the first. He pressed in deeper, hitting the nerves called Sasuke’s prostate. Itachi was extremely good at finding such things. Sasuke moaned low.

“Oh God, Itachi….”

“Ask me, otouto. Ask me, and I’ll give you want.”

Sasuke wiggled around on the fingers pressing in and out of his stretching hole. He was attempting to ride the fingers. Itachi responded by pulling and pushing in opposites of his little brother. He was too much of a tease for the boy.

“Please, Itachi… Just stop teasing me,” Sasuke begged.

“Tell me what you want,” Itachi demanded.

Sasuke closed his eyes. He swallowed his pride. He would give in, but he would not watch the triumph glazed eyes watching him squirm. He thrust towards the fingers desperately before speaking.

“I want you, aniki. Please, give me more. Put your fingers deep inside me.”

The older of the two smirked. The triumph did indeed fill his eyes. He added another finger harshly and pumped the digits in and out of the small hole. Sasuke was writhing on the leather seat. His cries were filling the air. Itachi brushed the nerves with every thrust. He leaned forward to whisper into the shell of an ear as he added another finger.

“Do you want something bigger than this?”

“Y-yes!”

“Tell me what you want.”

“You! I want you, aniki. I want your cock.”

Itachi hissed at the words. He pulled his fingers out and undid his own pants. He pulled his leaking erection from his boxers. He spread the pre cum forming on the tip in pearly globs around the head with his thumb. He pushed himself against Sasuke’s quivering entrance. He braced Sasuke’s legs in his arms around his bent knees. Itachi pushed forward slowly. Sasuke cried out as his body started swallowing the tip.

“Fuck, Itachi! Goddamnit!” The boy cursed, finding the strength to raise a finger to bite down on it hard.

The lack of proper lubrication put strain on both Uchihas. Itachi winced unnoticeably as he pushed on. Tears formed in the corners of his precious younger brother’s eyes. His passage was hotter than Itachi remembered it, but he knew why. He gritted his teeth and pushed on until the head of his cock was securely inside Sasuke. He paused to let the boy catch his breath. A long string of profanity, with Itachi’s name thrown in, had been issuing from that pretty mouth. Itachi bent over to kiss that mouth. He trailed his tongue from one corner of Sasuke’s mouth up to the falling tears. Sasuke shivered. He thrust down with his body to engulf and little more of his brother. Itachi took the sign, and moved deeper inside. He went slow, respecting the boy enough to save him from more preventable pain. He cursed mentally. The way those strong muscle constantly flexed and relaxed around him would have milked him for all he was worth if the man did not have as much control. Or practice, for that matter. He was moving again in a few short moments. The sounds escaping Sasuke were closer to moans than sobs by then. He had released the finger from his teeth, but not before tasting the metallic, coppery taste he had come to love. Sasuke wrapped his legs around Itachi’s elbows and waist.

“Let go for a moment, Sasuke-chan. Give me my arms for more leverage,” Itachi coached in a soothing voice.

“Only if you move faster,” Sasuke compromised.

Itachi smirked and nodded. His arms were given enough slack to slip free. Sasuke‘s legs tightened around his waist once more the moment Itachi‘s fingers gained their freedom. Itachi pushed all the way in.

“Itachi!”

“That’s right, Sasuke-chan. Cry out for your dear aniki.”

Sasuke ignored the words. Something was wrong with him. He rocked his hips as best he could. He urged Itachi to pound into him. The pain only made it feel better right that moment. Sasuke’s head spun violently. Itachi was moving as his brother had wanted. He never paused for Sasuke’s comfort again. He pulled out enough that only the head of his cock remained inside the boy. He promptly rammed back down the passage. Sasuke screamed and squeezed tightly with his legs. When Itachi’s member hit his prostate, he choked on the scream. It should have hurt too much to feel that good. Itachi frowned at the realization his poor lover would most likely be bleeding before they were done. He reached down with one hand to touch Sasuke’s arching erection. He flicked the drop of pre cum away and raised his finger to taste it. He moaned at the substance on his tongue.

“You taste so good, otouto. How I wish I could have you fill me with more.”

“Sh-shut up and fuck me, aniki.”

Itachi obeyed the command. He grabbed onto Sasuke’s penis tightly and began to stroke him with the rhythm he pumped into the heated entrance. The boy was whimpering and squirming under the sensations. Itachi hit his prostate more often than not. The cock being fisted smoothly twitched as it leaked steadily onto the handing grasping it. Itachi only groaned as he pushed on.

“You feel so good, otouto. Your ass clenches around me so wonderfully. The way your cock craves my touch excites me. I cannot seem to get enough of you.”

“Fuck Itachi. Oh, fuck! It…. Aah! It feels so good. Harder.”

Itachi obeyed yet again. He was merciless with his pounding. He was sliding in and out easier, though he would not look down to see the damage he was undoubtedly causing. He moved his hand with the same fierceness of his hips. Sasuke was cumming hard all over his hand and stomach without warning. The boy cried out a twisted version of his brother’s name. It pushed Itachi over the edge. He spilt his release into the boy. He pushed in every few seconds, milking the orgasm. He was surprised at his own strength to remained hovering over Sasuke. He merely smirked weakly as he looked into dark eyes still shrouded in lust. Itachi would never let it be said he had let his brother outlast him. He captured Sasuke’s lips with his own brutally. He thrust his tongue into the wet cavern. The opposing tongue did little to battle his. Sasuke shifted to get more comfortable. Itachi could feel the boy’s erection already against his stomach. He reached down to stroke it softly. A moan escaped Sasuke’s lip, only to be devoured by Itachi’s. The eldest Uchiha brother was fast becoming aroused once again. He picked up his speed as his fisted his younger brother. The boy squirmed as much as he could in his extremely spent state of being. Itachi wasted no time in plunging back into the heat that was Sasuke. The raven haired teen cried out.

“Itachi! Fuck!”

“That’s right, Sasuke. That’s all for you, my precious otouto. Scream my name, urge me on. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

“H-harder. Please, Itachi, harder! Aah!”

Sasuke arched up. His back was already feeling the strain of their activities, but the lust and passion pushed it away. Itachi wrapped one arm around Sasuke’s waist to help hold him up, while the other continued to support Itachi in their awkward and painful position. The back of a car was not quite the best place to ravage someone. Itachi pumped deeper into the pale ass beneath him. He thrust in harder at Sasuke’s command.

“Aaah… Itachi….”

“Sasuke.”

Itachi came again inside the tight hole. He shudder violently. He could not remember a time when anything had shook him with as much force as the fifteen-year-old Uchiha he held. Sasuke’s orgasm splattered weakly onto Itachi’s stomach. The boy would most likely not get up again that evening. Itachi dropped Sasuke back onto the leather seating. He pushed himself away so as to sit beside the boy. Uchiha Sasuke was asleep before his brother had a chance to find his clothes for him.

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Kakashi frowned at the darkened house. It was getting even later, and still no sign of the child that was supposed to be living with him. He was not exactly the parenting type. He did not know if he was supposed to call the cops, or just wait. He had contacted Sasuke’s parents, but they had shown signs of caring. His brother was still at work.
He was heading down to Minato’s. He had stopped to take a final look at the house. Naruto had voiced his concern when he hadn’t seen Sasuke at lunch. They all assumed he had skipped class again. It was not at all unheard of for the brooding teen. When Kakashi had ended up staying late, he had been secretly glad he had given Sasuke a key to the house the day before. He had only asked that the boy show up for meals and find his way back before it got too late. Again, he really was not the parenting type. He had gotten worried when he had finally gotten home and seen no sign of the Uchiha. The hours passed and nothing, no call, no appearance, no nothing. Kakashi had called for Naruto to see if he had heard from his best friend. The boy had proceeded to panic. His teacher had only calmed him by saying he would stop by and talk to the teen’s father about the next step in finding Sasuke. And that was where Kakashi was standing ten minutes later. His finger had only barely separated from the doorbell when the door was ripped open by a blonde with tear stains on his cheeks.

“Kakashi-sensei,” he practically whined.

Kakashi pushed past him, rolling his eyes. He could at least be thankful that Sasuke was reserved. The boy had many traits similar to his new roommate. Minato came into the living room Kakashi had invited himself into. The older man looked worried, as well.

“Have you heard anything at all?” He asked quietly.

“No. I’m not sure what to do,” Kakashi admitted.

“Well, you should probably call the police. Its been almost twelve hours since anyone has seen him by now. They could least patrol the streets. Despite what he’s been through, I don’t believe Sasuke-kun would just run away,” Minato explained thoughtfully.

Kakashi nodded his agreement. Minato went for a phone and dialed the number for the silver haired man. He handed the phone over as it rang. The younger man walked calmly into the kitchen and out the back sliding door to stand on the back patio as he spoke to someone from the police department.

“Dad. Where is he?” Naruto asked with a small voice.

Minato jumped at the sound. Naruto had quieted down ever since Hatake had called. He was scared, and it showed in his eyes. Minato pulled his son into a hug. Naruto choked back his sobs and clung to his father shamelessly. Minato silently cursed his “wife’s” absence. She had been around for such moments more and more as of late. Minato pushed the thought aside. She would always come back home. He could worry about her later. Right now, his son’s boyfriend was missing.

“He’ll be fine. Sasuke-kun is a strong kid. If anyone bad found him, they’re probably wishing they hadn’t by now,” the man teased.

He extracted a sad chuckle from the mess in his arms. Naruto clung on tighter. Neither paid Kakashi any attention as the man replaced the phone he had used back on its charger. He waved to Minato to signal he was leaving and would call later. The blonde nodded and Kakashi let himself out, leaving father and son to their moment. He would go back and wait at the house as instructed. Apparently, someone would be stopping by to talk to him later, see if he knew anything that may be helpful in locating the boy. He had his hands in his pockets as he headed for his car. The short drive gave him no real time to ponder the situation. It was all a little too surreal for his tastes at the moment. He had already decided. When the boy dragged his sorry ass home at two in the morning, Kakashi was going to lay it on him hard. The boy would not be running off alone anytime soon once the man was through with him. He was pulling into the driveway in what felt like no time at all. He still saw no lights or signs of life at the house. He slammed his car door in frustration. He let himself into the house and flipped some lights on. He dropped the keys onto the hardwood floors of the living room when he saw Sasuke laying on the couch. He filled his lungs, ready to yell as he flipped on another light.

“Sasuke!”

He rushed to the boy’s side. Sasuke was curled into the fetal position. His house key lay on the coffee table next to his things. His clothes were folded neatly beside his backpack and key. The boy wore only an overly large t-shirt. He was bruised and obviously battered. He was much paler than he should have been. His breaths came in short gasps. Kakashi grabbed a phone and dialed 911. He rolled Sasuke over and made sure his airways were clear. His eyes almost looked sunken in beneath the eyelids.

“I need an ambulance,” was all Kakashi said.

He provided the address and went in search of a blanket. The boy was fading fast. Kakashi cursed at himself over and over again for not checking inside before rushing off to Minato’s. He had stepped inside upon arriving at the house earlier in the evening only to leave upon realizing the boy was not there. He retrieved a blanket and went to wrap Sasuke in it. The pale flesh was cold. Kakashi growled and picked the boy up to wrap him in the blanket and sit on the couch, hauling the Uchiha into his lap. He rub on Sasuke’s chest hard, looking for a response as he listened out for the sirens in the distance to grow closer. He was fuming. He had an idea what had put the boy in that state. He vowed to himself he would find out who did it to the teen. A knock on the door brought him back to his senses.

“Come in!” He called.

The door was opened and paramedics rushed in with a stretcher. They wasted no time in taking Sasuke away from him. One even dared to shoot him a glare. If he had not been worried, he would have knock the guy senseless. But Kakashi was actually worried. He was too busy being worried to do anything but follow the unconscious boy out the door. He was loaded into the ambulance and the door was shut on Kakashi.

“You will have follow in your own car, sir,” one of them said, a hand on his shoulder.

He had not realized his face was contorted in rage and concern until he saw his own reflection in the window. The ambulance start to pull away. Kakashi nodded numbly. He would go get Minato and Naruto first.

“Thank you,” he said, and he meant it.

“Sir, if you know anything about his condition please tell us now.”

Kakashi looked at the person touching him. He was mildly shocked to see a police officer.

“I came home and found him lying on the couch like that. He had been missing since around noon that we know of,” Kakashi started.

The man released his grip on Kakashi’s shoulder and pulled out a pad of paper to take notes.

“Are you his father?”

“No… I’m in the process of adopting him.”

The officer frowned.

“What is your name?” he demanded a little harshly.

“Hatake Kakashi. The boy is Uchiha Sasuke. I am his teacher. His parents recently disowned him and I took up custody.”

“That’s a little odd, you know, for a teacher to adopt a student.”

“No, it isn’t.”

The glare Kakashi gave the man shut him up on the subject.

“When did you find him?”

“As soon as I came home. I called to police about ten minutes before I got home and I called the ambulance when I found him.”

There was a furious scratching of the pen as the officer wrote down the other man’s words. He nodded a few times as he thought over what Kakashi was telling him. Kakashi started pacing slightly.

“Do you have any idea of what may have happened?”

“No. I stopped by his parents’ house and they didn’t care. I can’t tell you if they knew where he was. They said they didn’t, but people can lie. I know what it looks like, but that worries me more.”

The officer arched an eyebrow into his hairline.

“It looks to me like an ecstasy overdose. I have no idea where he would have gotten it from, but that’s what it looks like.”

The pad of paper was flipped shut. The officer motioned for his partner to come forward.

“You don’t mind if we search the place, do you?”

“No. But do you really need me here for this?”

“Yes, I’m afraid we would.”

Kakashi sighed and turned to lead the way into the house. He went straight for the phone and waved the officers into the house. They frowned and looked to each other but began their search. Kakashi dialed for Naruto’s home.

“Hello?” The older blonde’s voice came on the line.

“I found him. He was passed out on the couch. He’s probably already at the hospital. It was an overdose.”

“What?!” the other man roared. “Naruto, get dressed! Kakashi, we’ll see you there.”

“The cops are searching the place. Let me know what room they put him in if this takes too long.”

Although he could not see it, he knew Minato’s features had darkened. He could hear Naruto whining to know what was going on. Minato agreed to the request and hung up. Kakashi fell back onto the couch when the line went dead. He looked around, wondering how this all could have happened. He glanced down to the pile of things on the coffee table. A piece of paper sticking out of a zipper in Sasuke’s bag finally caught his eye. He pulled it out and opened the folded note. His eyes widened and then narrowed at the writing he found. He heard the two men in the back of the house talking to one another and pocketed the letter. He was quite certain he knew what had happened. He was not really in the mood to hand over that note just yet. He took to staring up at the ceiling while the intruders moved through his house, searching through their most personal things. They would not find anything of interest, except maybe Kakashi’s porn collection. So long as none of that was damaged, the silver haired man could not care less.

Dark eyes stared up at him hungrily. Their panting meshed together beautifully. He reached out to cup the delicate cheek in his rough palm. The other sighed almost contently. He laughed at the action.

“That’s not like you. Have you perhaps fallen in love?” Kakashi inquired.

“No….”

Kakashi captured those lips between his own. He slipped his tongue smoothly into the wet, hot cavern. The taste was too delicious to let go of. The dark beauty pulled away, a thin trail of saliva connecting their outstretched tongues.

“Gods, but you’re too gorgeous for your own good….”

Pale hands snaked their way into the silver hair. He almost purred to the touch. He had earned himself a chuckle.

“Perhaps it is you who is in love.”

Kakashi refrained from answering.

The man shook his head. Fucking memories, they always picked the worst times to assault him. He stood and grumbled under his breath. The two police officers were making their way towards him. One looked positively beside himself. Kakashi only just managed to hide his smirk.

“Did you find anything?” He asked, his tone mocking in such a way that he had the two trying to figure out whether he was making fun of them or was truly concerned.

Of course, he was both, but he really had no intentions of letting them know that. His hand slipped into his pocket casually to join the paper.

“No. Why don’t we escort you to the hospital, Hatake-san?” The first officer’s partner offered, a much kinder look on his face.

“That would be wonderful,” the older man nodded.