No Revenge Is As Complete As Forgiveness

A/N: First of all, thank you for all of your reviews! I love reading them and they motivate me to write more and better! So thank you!



Also, this chapter contains some KakaNaru... Yes, I actually wrote top!Kakashi for once. XD That seems to be a first for me. :D



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CHAPTER 4





Sasuke was laying flat on his back on the porch, barefoot and shirtless, and idly wished for the weather to turn cool again. For the past week a heatwave so intense that even the most hardened of Jounin tried to stay indoors during the day had hit Konoha. Or at least Kakashi told him so, when he last appeared with more food and clothes for Itachi. It was the first time when Sasuke had seen the older man dressed in anything other than his flack uniform jacket and his long sleeved shirt. The mask was still present, but now it was tucked into a simple t-shirt, which in turn was tucked in a pair of pants that went to the middle of his calves. On any other man that would’ve looked a bit silly, but Kakashi just looked casual and laid-back. Sasuke couldn’t help but admire that – his ability to make himself comfortable in any situation and environment, much like a cat would, for all his love for dogs.



When Kakashi left though, the younger Uchiha unsealed all the goodies he had left him and stored the food away – electricity had been restored, at least for the house he inhabited, so the fridge worked - then took a look at the clothes Kakashi had left for Itachi – some shirts, underwear, pants, even several ribbons for his hair.



He stood there indecisively for a few minutes, the clothes in his arms, staring at them. They were brand new, the labels still stuck to them. He thought about Itachi being dressed in them, replacing the too-large clothes Sasuke had given him. That mental image didn’t sit well with Sasuke – he liked his brother dressed just as he was now.



With a determined huff, he walked into the now much cleaner backyard and burned them. The only thing he left were the sandals, simply because he didn’t have a second pair to replace Itachi’s scuffed ones. He brought them to him later that day, along with a few more of his shirts and pants. Itachi appeared genuinely grateful and changed into the new clothes, much to Sasuke’s delight.



Of course, the younger man knew that there was something strange about wanting to see his brother wear his clothes, he understood that very well, but he firmly ignored the inner voice that kept telling him that. He completely forgot about it when Itachi sat down and began to comb his hair, which by now had grown down to the small of his back. As Itachi worked the knots out, it became smooth and shiny, falling in gentle raven waves down his back.



Without thinking, Sasuke walked up to him and took the comb from his hands, then began to comb his hair himself with the murmured explanation that he could do it better. Itachi let him without a word of protest and eventually leaned into his touch.



The rhythmic movement of the comb through the soft, lustrous tresses soothed them both and soon Itachi was leaning against Sasuke’s hip, the younger man’s hand cupping his cheek as his other hand moved the comb through his hair. By now, all the knots were untangled and there was no need for him to continue, but he found himself to be unable to stop, almost hypnotized by what he was doing, the combing having long turned into petting. It didn’t help that the skin under his palm was just as smooth, lily-white and delicate as the petals of a flower. Itachi’s unseeing eyes were closed and there was an expression of bliss on his face as Sasuke groomed him gently.



What shocked Sasuke back into reality were the first stirrings of familiar heat low in his belly. The comb slowed to a stop as he stared down at the top of Itachi’s head in surprise. His brother also stirred.



“Sasuke…?” his voice was small and uncertain, as if he too had experienced the same thing.



The younger Uchiha pulled away so sharply that Itachi nearly fell over.



“I need to go.” Sasuke said and quickly turned on his heel, practically fleeing his parents’ house.



And here he was now, laying on his porch, staring at the cloudless blue sky and contemplating what the hell was wrong with him. He had never been a posterboy of normality, but getting turned on by grooming his own brother was taking it a bit far, even for him. Was it because he was cut off from any other people but Itachi, and his libido demanded that he satisfy its needs with the only person available? Well, that wasn’t entirely true – he communicated with Kakashi on a regular basis, and he didn’t want to drag him to his bed, even if he admitted that the Jounin was more than attractive.



The truth was, Sasuke liked being in control. That much he knew – after a lifetime of being manipulated by all sorts of people, most of them being his family members, he demanded complete control over his sexual partners. Suigetsu had been willing to indulge his needs as long as Sasuke satisfied him in turn, but the Uchiha was pretty sure that Kakashi wouldn’t be so inclined. Perhaps that was the reason why he hadn’t consider him as an option, not even subconsciously. Itachi, on the other hand, had been dependable on him ever since they arrived in Konoha, and Sasuke had made sure to make him even more dependable – for food, clothing, even basic hygiene. After a lifetime spent chasing after him, now that he finally had him, and in that state, had his obsession with him sublimated into something… different? Deeper, darker?



With a groan, Sasuke covered his face with his hands. Why did he always manage to work himself into a corner like this? Why couldn’t he, once and for all, be free from Itachi?



His frustrated self-pity was interrupted by the distinct sensation of several unfamiliar chakra signatures moving fast through the Uchiha compound. He was immediately on his feet, pulling out a Kunai and preparing to face whoever decided to pay him an unwanted visit, calm washing over him with practiced ease. He might be confined to this place, but he was far from helpless.



Much to his surprise, however, the chakra signatures just paused when they became parallel with his house, then continued down the street to Itachi’s house and stopped there. Curious, Sasuke quickly moved in their direction, fast and silent, easily falling back into his old training. When he neared Itachi’s place he could feel them even better – four of them, their vicious intent washing over him like foul sea water.



Sasuke silently jumped on the roof and peered down over the edge. The sight that greeted him filled him with rage. Indeed, they were four – three Chuunin and a Genin who was too old to still be a Genin. Two of them holding his brother while the third spoke, the Genin just standing there and watching the whole thing with a nasty little smile on his face:



“You thought you could get away with it, didn’t you, you freak!” the Chuunin hissed “A murderer and a traitor, admitted back in Konoha as if he owned it!”



Itachi, much to Sasuke’s satisfaction didn’t cower or flinch – in fact, he appeared perfectly calm, even a little dismissive:



“I’ve done more for Konoha than you’ll ever hope to achieve, boy.” Itachi said, something of the old cold arrogance seeping in his cultured voice. His full lips twisted into a thin, mocking smile “while you four attack like a pack of hyenas the target you thought would be too weak to defend himself. Such bravery.”



The ring-leader swung and punched Itachi, hard.



“Shut up, traitor! Don’t talk back to your superiors!”



“The only thing you are superior to is a garden slug.” Itachi mocked. The man swung to hit him again, but by that time Sasuke was almost incoherent with fury. They were touching, harming, hurting, what was his. Itachi was his brother, he belonged to him, Sasuke was the only one who had the right to hit him or mete any sort of vengeance or justice, however he saw fit. And these four, they were encroaching on his territory. They were going to pay.



The moment he moved forward, jumping over the edge, Itachi landed a swift, painful kick in the man’s groin. The Chuunin let out an unmanly squeal and bent over. Sasuke landed on one of the men holding onto Itachi’s hand and felt the blade of the Kunai pierce his body just below his clavicle. Blood sprayed against his fingers and face and he pulled out the weapon harshly. The man went down like a log. By that time the other Chuunin had managed to shake off the effects of Itachi’s kick – which meant that he wasn’t a complete wuss – and glowered at Sasuke, his small beady quickly taking in the situation. The Genin behind him looked terrified and ready to bolt, the one whom Sasuke had stabbed was on the ground, choking on his own blood and Itachi kept hitting the other Chuunin with surprising precision.



Sasuke could see the gears in his head turning, his fight of flight instinct taking over his rational thinking.



“Turns out neither of us is helpless.” Sasuke said and was about to throw his Kunai in the Chuunin’s throat when the man Itachi was struggling with finally managed to shake him off and punch him in the stomach, hard. His brother hissed and swayed, losing whatever momentum he had gained and for a split second Sasuke’s attention was drawn to him, giving the ring-leader enough time to jump on him, clutching a blade in his hand.



The best he would’ve achieved, probably, would’ve been to scratch him and that would’ve infuriated Sasuke even further, but he never got the chance to get anywhere near the younger Uchiha, because Kakashi, seemingly having appeared out of nowhere, had his wrist in a crushing grip. The Chuunin whimpered and let go of the knife, but Kakashi’s fingers kept pressing until he was on his knees and howling in pain. Sasuke could hear the audible crunching of the bones in his hand.



The final Chuunin, who was still standing, watched the display with morbid fascination, frozen in his spot, unable to utter a sound – an enraged Copy Nin was a sight to behold.



“A pack of hyenas, indeed.” Kakashi said lazily.



“My arm… my arm…” the Chuunin cried and tried to pry Kakashi’s fingers off his wrist but the Jounin just shook him, which produced even more moaning, and said:



“Quiet down there.” He turned to Sasuke. “It’s a good thing that your seals also detect flares in your chakra.” he told him, his single visible eye still cold with anger. “I suggest that you stop with this farce of living apart and move your brother in with you, to avoid further such incidents.”



Sasuke nodded.



“I could’ve taken them.” He muttered.



“But Itachi couldn’t. Not in this state.” He looked at the Chuunin that still standing and pointed to the wounded man “You. Get your buddy here and follow me.” He then looked at the terrified Genin “As for you, I will make sure that your Sensei punishes you so harshly that in the next several years you don’t think of anything but training.”



And with that, he dragged the whimpering man out of the house, followed by the rest who trailed behind him.



Silence. Sasuke sat down on the ground and began to clean the blood off his Kunai on a piece of clothing torn from Itachi’s shirt during the struggle. His brother stood behind him quietly for a few more moments, then asked:



“Why did you come?”



“Why shouldn’t I have?” Sasuke muttered.



“I thought that you wouldn’t care to. Or that you’d…”



“Want them to follow up on what they had begun?” Sasuke asked.



“Yes.”



Sasuke paused in his cleaning, then said:



“Whatever you have done, Itachi, you did it to me. Not to them, not to Konoha, not to the Hokages. You killed MY family, your tortured ME, you manipulated ME. If someone can hit you, that would be ME. Not some third-rate Chuunin loser who decided to boost up his ego by beating up a blind man. No one but me has the right to touch you, Itachi.” He finished, his voice roughening in the end. The possessiveness he felt earlier now only intensified further.



“I understand.”



“Good. Because Kakashi is right. You are moving in with me.”



“Okay.” Itachi said softly. That made Sasuke harden in his pants for real this time, but he couldn’t care less. Itachi was his, and no one else would be allowed to stake a claim on him.





“We should’ve expected something like this.” Kakashi said calmly as he watched Naruto pace furiously up and down his office. “Do sit down, Hokage-sama, you’ll wear the floor like this.”



Naruto stopped abruptly and turned to glare at Kakashi:



“I had given express order that they were not to be touched. That they are under MY protection. And then some lowly Chuunin goes and does this?!” he yelled, his explosive temper shattering his cool. “Do I have this little control over my own subordinates, Kakashi?” he exclaimed. “This little authority?”



“Hokage-sama, there are fools in every village, people who think that rules don’t apply to them. If there weren’t, we’d live in a Utopia, rather than the real world.” Kakashi told him mildly “You have more support than any other Hokage, except perhaps the First. Not even your father came close to that.” He pointed out.



Naruto’s fingers twitched, but he didn’t ball his fists.



“I want them punished to the fullest extent of the law – for assault and direct insubordination. And I want them stripped of their rank!”



Kakashi nodded, but his eye darkened.



“You do know that the punishment for insubordination is public lashing, yes?” he still remembered his father enduring that, naked to the waist, his wrists tied above his head. He hadn’t uttered a sound during the whole ordeal, but Kakashi could tell that the pain that the jeers of the onlookers caused was far greater than the pain the heavy bullwhip inflicted.



Naruto paused and stared at him, his jaw working.



“Public whipping?”



Kakashi nodded. The Hokage took a step back and sat down on the edge of his desk.



“20 lashes.” Kakashi added.



Naruto was looking at his feet.



“When I took control of Konoha, I promised myself that I’d be a different Hokage. That I will change the system.” He swallowed. “But I cannot go around changing laws left and right without any consideration. I’ll amass too many enemies like that.”



“I know, Hokage-sama.”



“Stop with the Hokage-sama when we’re in private already, Kakashi, will you?” Naruto snapped, but Kakashi’s lips quirked in a small smile.



“As my Hokage wishes.”



Naruto rolled his eyes.



“You’re terrible.” He rubbed his face. “Alright. Offer them a choice – the lashes, or cleaning the Jail latrines for the next 6 months. Then do whatever they choose.”



“You have a vicious sense of humour, you know that?” Kakashi said with amusement.



“Kyuubi must’ve rubbed off on me.” Naruto grinned back.



“Oh, no. That’s all your daddy. He was the same. Drove the Council members so crazy that they began talking to themselves.”



Kakashi got up from the chair and walked up to the younger man, pulling his mask down, revealing a handsome, chiseled face, soft lips and a straight nose. Naruto smiled and reached to caress his face, his fingers pressing against the full lips.



“Can you guess what your Hokage wants now?” he murmured.



Kakashi let out a satisfied purr when Naruto’s fingers slid into his pale hair, massaging his nape.



“I can imagine.” He murmured and leaned to lick the line of his jaw, enjoying the shudder it produced. “And I have a very active imagination.”



Naruto grinned against his lips.



“I know.”



He didn’t manage to say anything else because Kakashi captured his mouth in a hungry, demanding kiss, his tongue forcing his way through Naruto’s lips and dueling with his. The blonde whimpered softly in the back of his throat like a hungry pup and wrapped his legs around Kakashi’s slim hips, pressing their growing erections together. He reached and pulled Kakashi’s shirt out of his pants, sliding his hands underneath the light material, tracing firm, chiseled muscles and the numerous scars all over his back. The older man had never been buff, but every part of him was built to perfection and he loved tracing the lines of his muscles. The older man laughed with delight into the kiss and tugged the white Hokage robe off Naruto’s shoulders, spreading it on the paperwork stacked on the desk, then pressed his lover to lie back onto it. Naruto did so without protest and relaxed as he watched Kakashi standing above him, looking hungrily down at him, his lone dark eye glittering with desire.



Kakashi grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled, taking the garment off and revealing his sculpted chest. Naruto grinned and ran his fingers up and down his flat stomach, tickling the rippling muscles, then pulled away to remove his own shirt, revealing his equally impressive physique.



His lover gave him a playful grin and leaned to lick a reddened nipple, feeling it harden under his lips and tongue, his callused hand cupping Naruto through his pants and massaging him gently. The Hokage hissed with arousal and his hips jerked hungrily into the teasing touch.



“You keep teasing and when we go home, I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk till the end of the week.” He threatened breathlessly. Kakashi looked up, his chin resting on Naruto’s chest:



“Is that a promise?” he asked, then turned his attention to the other nipple, his tongue circling it wetly and biting it gently when he felt Naruto’s hand in his hair, gripping harshly and pulling him up for another kiss.



“Fuck me, Kakashi.” Naruto demanded, his hips raising off the surface of the desk and pressing hard against Kakashi’s, rocking wantonly against his arousal. “Give it to me.”



Naruto, Kakashi had discovered early in their relationship, had a filthy mouth during sex.



“Put your cock in my hole. I’ve been thinking about it and twitching all day. Please.” The last sounded more like a demand rather than a plea and he obeyed, as he always did when his Hokage ordered him to do something. He pulled back and slid down the zipper of his fly, taking his engorged organ out and rubbing it a few times, precome beading on the ruddy head. Naruto’s blue eyes fixed on that and he licked his lips hungrily, his little pink tongue wetting them as he imagined licking that off.



Kakashi noticed and a choked moan escaped his throat as he tightened his thumb and middle finger around the base of his erection to stall his orgasm.



“You’re driving me crazy.” He accused, voice hoarse with arousal, then reached for Naruto’s pants and roughly tugged them off his lean legs, dumping them on the ground. He grabbed him under the knees and lifted, pulling Naruto’s legs up to his shoulders, thighs spread wide and exposing him completely to his hungry gaze. Indeed, the little rosy hole twitched greedily under his intense gaze.



“Come on.” Naruto urged him again. “Need you.”



Kakashi nodded and spat on his hand, then spread the meager lubrication over his engorged cock and lined it with the little hole, the beads of precome smearing against the puckered muscle.



“Are you ready?” Kakashi asked, urgency clear in his voice.



“Yes. Oh, yes.”



He pushed in, watching the little hole spread with practiced ease around his girth – the two of them had been doing this long enough to need very little preparation – and moaned when Naruto’s channel gripped his length wantonly, like a wet, heated glove. The blonde hissed and flung his head back, chest heaving as he struggled to relax around the invading organ.



“So good…” he whimpered.



“Yes.” Kakashi breathed and paused, having slid all the way in, his balls pressed against Naruto’s ass. Slowly, he withdrew almost completely, then slammed back in forcefully, rocking his lover’s entire body and the desk under him. Naruto wailed.



“YES!”



Kakashi growled deep in his throat, raw and animalistic, then thrust again, and again, soon establishing a punishing rhythm, sweat beading on his forehead as he leaned forward to capture that soft, moaning mouth. Strong hands wrapped themselves around his powerful shoulders and clawed at his skin as he took Naruto, again and again, feeling him shudder and raise his hips eagerly to meet his thrusts.



“Yes, yes, so good, I love your cock, oh yes.... More, Kakashi, harder, faster… OH! OOOOH!”



Naruto was vocal in every aspect of his life – sex was no different, and Kakashi loved listening to him moan and talk while he fucked him, as much as he loved it when Naruto spoke to him while he took him.



Soon they were both wet from sweat, their heated, flushed bodies sliding together hungrily, straining to reach the peak and then finally toppling over it together, shuddering and spasming against each other, sharing a wet, messy kiss, drinking in each other’s cries of pleasure.



Afterwards, they tried to clean up as much as the conditions in the office allowed and then got dressed in their rumpled clothes.



Kakashi seemed relaxed and sated and Naruto thought that after a few more bouts of lovemaking tonight, he would be too tired to become irate when he showed him Nagato’s letter stating that he’d be visiting personally Konoha soon.



For all their improved relations, this man had still caused untold material damage, had killed Jiraiya-sensei and almost killed Kakashi. The older Jounin disliked and distrusted him, and Naruto’s only hope was to get him on his side before the information for Nagato’s visit reached the ears of the Clan Leaders and the Council.